There is an inconspicuous three-story building outside Darcy Railway Station.

The headquarters of the 133rd Division is hidden in this inexpensive building.

In the observation post on the third floor of the small building, Li Yueshen, the commander of the 133rd Division, was observing the battlefield ahead through a telescope.

In the end, Li Yueshen still put down the telescope in his hand dejectedly, because in the entire field of view of the telescope, there was no other sight except gunpowder.

Even so, Japanese bombers continued to dive down.

Amid the scream of "Swish swish swish swish!", rows of bombs fell down and exploded violently.

Red light bloomed, flames rolled, and the powerful shock wave instantly teared all buildings within a radius of dozens of meters in the explosion point into pieces.

The entire building where the division headquarters is located is shaking violently, and it seems that it may collapse at any time.

The combat staff and guards of the division headquarters were very nervous, fearing that the building would really collapse.

Only Li Yueshen was unmoved, but his eyebrows were filled with deep worries. He was worried about the safety of the frontline officers and soldiers. Ishihara Kaner, the old devil, seemed to be really anxious this time, and he really invested a lot! He was willing to rain steel on the defensive position of their 133rd Division!

Although such an intense steel rain can certainly kill the living power of their 133rd Division, the cost is undoubtedly very high, so it takes money to pile it up!

The Japanese Air Force bombardment lasted for half an hour.

Just when Li Yueshen thought the bombing was over, the roar of the shells came in the air again.

"Son of the Turtle, the Japanese don't plan to live a life!" Li Yueshen couldn't help but scream.

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The 133rd Division headquarters is less than twenty kilometers away from the straight line, Yangmiting Railway Station.

The division headquarters of the 18th Division of the Japanese Army was located in the station building. At this time, the division commander of the 18th Division, Mudaguchi, and Chief of Staff Otsuka Kane, were standing on the rooftop of the building, watching the battle from a distance.

Seeing that the Chinese military positions in his sight were completely covered by the explosion of smoke, Ryo Mudaguchi and Kenji Otsuki immediately showed cruel pleasure on his face.

"Yo Xi." Mutaguchi Ryokan said proudly, "That high-intensity bombing is nothing more than the Soviet army in the Battle of Nomenkan, right?"

The Battle of Nomenkan was a taboo topic in the Japanese army.

Because in the Battle of Nomenkan, the powerful artillery firepower and aviation firepower of the Soviet army left a deep impression on the Japanese army, especially when the Soviet army launched an attack on the Japanese army and the Japanese defensive positions rained, the critical strike that penetrated into the soul could really destroy people's will.

Mutaguchi Ryokan had never participated in the Battle of Nomenkan either.

But he felt that the Soviet army's firepower in the Battle of Nomenkan was at most at this level.

Therefore, the result of this battle can be foreseen that the Kwantung Army failed to withstand the Soviet army's steel rain in the Battle of Nomenkan and collapsed, and the Chinese army on the opposite side would be even more unlikely to withstand their steel rain. Therefore, the collapse was an inevitable result. He seemed to have seen the scene where the vanguard of the 18th Division was advancing northwards over Mitela.

Otsuki Kenji was deeply fascinated by the steel rain and said leisurely: "This kind of picture is really full of industrial beauty. Has the industrial level of the Great Japanese Empire reached this level?"

"Mr. Daejo, this is just the beginning." Mutaguchi Ryokan also smiled slightly and said, "Order the 15th Regiment of Independent Field Heavy Artillery and the 18th Regiment of Field Artillery to kill all the shells carried by the army! This time, we must cooperate with the Air Force to blow the positions of the Chinese army into barren land in any case!"

Otsuki Kenji paused and said, "Hayi."

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Let’s talk about the defensive positions of the 133rd Division.

It was finally time for the bombing of the Japanese Air Force to come to an end. Just when Yang Zheng thought he could finally take a breath, a short scream suddenly sounded above his head.

"Damn it!" Yang Zheng immediately began to wail.

Do you still let people live? It's so fucking endlessly, right?

But no matter how much you wail, it is useless. The steel rain fired by the Japanese artillery still poured out violently.

In an instant, red lights burst into the defensive positions of the 133rd Division one after another, and then flames rolled, smoke filled the gunpowder, and shock waves roared past, tearing everything apart.

Yang Zheng no longer cared about anything else, so he could only put his fists under his chest and then lie down in the trench.

While lying on the ground, Yang Zheng also opened his mouth slightly so that the air pressure inside and outside the mouth could remain consistent, otherwise the powerful sound waves generated by the explosion could shatter his eardrums.

"Boom boom boom..." The explosions continued to explode.

Even though Yang Zheng had already opened his mouth, the huge sound waves still made him lose his hearing completely.

There were also the strong shock waves transmitted from the ground below, which almost numbed his hands under him. It was completely imagined that if two fists were not placed on his body, his internal organs would have been completely shattered by the shock wave. How could the shock wave of the large-caliber shell be killed?

At this time, the only thing Yang Zheng could do was wait.

The shells kept falling and exploded, so the sound waves and shock waves followed one after another, and the hottest sand and soil that fell almost buried him alive!

When the Japanese shelling finally ended, the floating soil covering Yang Zheng's body was at least twenty or thirty centimeters thick!

Feeling that the Japanese bombardment had extended, Yang Zheng tried his best to break free from the floating soil, and then lay on his back in the trench and gasped in a greedy mouth.

It took more than ten seconds before Yang Zheng finally came to his senses.

Then he stood up a little staggeringly and looked around and saw that the entire defensive position of their 133rd Division had been blown out of recognition by the Japanese bombers and gun groups.

All the fortifications were plowed all over, no longer like carefully constructed fortifications.

The position was full of broken bodies, a burnt slap on this side, a half-black broken leg on the other side, and even a completely burnt head. It was really miserable.

Yang Zheng suddenly wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry.

A crying voice stuck in his throat, causing Yang Zheng's face to turn black, or actually was smoked by gunpowder.

At this moment, Yang Zheng’s mood is really impossible to describe with ink. If you have to describe it in one sentence, it means that the whole person is about to explode.

An unprecedented violence suddenly burst out from the depths of Yang Zheng's heart.

At this time, a crisp sound of gunfire suddenly came from the frontier positions.
Chapter completed!