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"Hurry up! Sato-kun, try harder!" Japanese soldiers in the cave on the mountainside worked hard to push the artillery pieces out of the cave to the launching position.

作为老牌常设的挽马师团，日军第七炮兵联队，装备了12门120毫米榴弹炮、36门75毫米野战炮、16门75毫米山炮、16门37毫米速射炮，以及432具50毫米掷弹筒。此外，每个步兵大队通常配备一门70毫米九二式步兵炮，

Such an artillery configuration has great advantages when facing the Chinese army, of course, that is when facing the National Army or ordinary Chinese army.

Facing the 78th Army, which is now armed to the teeth, it is naturally not enough. Of course, it can still be said that it has the strength to fight.

Just as the Japanese artillery regiments began to take action, carefully dragging out the artillery pieces hidden in secret and carefully camouflaged from their hiding places, the air force squadron that had been responsible for carrying out reconnaissance missions in the sky remained highly vigilant.

Their sharp eyes like eagles scanned every inch of land below, not missing any trace of movement.

This air force squadron actually already had a general understanding of the possible hiding places of the Japanese artillery, but due to the complex terrain and the enemy's excellent camouflage methods, they had not been able to accurately lock on to the specific locations of these artillery pieces.

However, when they saw the abnormal situation halfway up the mountain, they felt an irrepressible excitement in their hearts - that was most likely the location of the Japanese artillery they had been searching for for so long!

At the same time, the situation on the ground also changed dramatically. After the city wall collapsed due to fierce artillery bombardment, the armored forces of the 78th Army seized this favorable opportunity without hesitation and launched a fierce ground attack on Wusheng Pass with tremendous force.

Faced with the sudden and overwhelming offensive from the opposite side, the Japanese artillerymen knew that they could no longer hide. Otherwise, if our troops broke through the defense line, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Captain! The Japanese artillery has finally shown up!" A pilot's extremely excited voice suddenly came from the Air Force communication channel, as if he had discovered a new continent.

This exclamation was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, instantly breaking the original tranquil atmosphere of the entire communication channel and causing it to explode.

Then, several P51 fighter planes closest to the Japanese artillery positions quickly adjusted their posture, drew graceful and agile arcs in the air, and rushed towards the target like lightning.

"Quick! Everyone, pay attention, enter the preset positions immediately and make sure to completely cover the gaps in the city wall! Don't give China any chance to breathe!" Yamamoto's firm command echoed in the cave.

At this moment, the attack order in the Chinese Air Force channel was also transmitted to each fighter plane, and a thrilling air strike was about to begin...

Yamamoto stood there, the calmness and composure on his face had disappeared without a trace.

He widened his eyes, looking in disbelief at how the originally indestructible Wusheng Pass city wall in front of him was blown up and collapsed so easily.

Despite the constant roar of Chinese fighter planes diving and dropping bombs overhead, Yamamoto was always convinced that the Wushengguan city wall, which was said to be ten meters high and ten meters wide, would never be breached so quickly.

After all, this city wall has always been an important barrier for their defense, giving them a great sense of security.

However, reality mercilessly gave Yamamoto a heavy slap in the face. Seeing the city wall gradually falling apart under the fierce bombing, he began to realize that his previous thoughts were too naive.

At this time, Yamamoto's heart was full of regret and anxiety. If he had known this earlier, perhaps he should have taken action earlier to deal with this sudden crisis.

Due to the lack of effective air superiority, as the commander of this artillery regiment, Yamamoto was well aware that he shouldered a huge responsibility - he must do everything he could to preserve his own manpower to the maximum extent possible.

So before this, he had always chosen to sit back and wait for the best time to attack.

But now the situation has taken a sharp turn for the worse. If he continues to conserve his strength and does not respond actively, then once the Chinese armored corps that surges in like a tide from outside the city successfully breaks into Wusheng Pass, even three more artillery regiments will probably be of no avail.

By then, not only will the entire defense line collapse completely, but all of them will fall into an abyss from which there is no escape.

"Boom boom boom!" A rumbling sound was heard from the woods halfway up the mountain, four kilometers away from Wusheng Pass.

Along with the sound, puffs of green smoke rose from the woods. The artillery of the Japanese army, which had been silent for a day, finally made its own voice.

"Quick! Speed ​​up! We must cross this gap quickly!" The T34 tank at the forefront of the armored regiment roared. Like a steel beast, it approached at lightning speed and arrived at a place just over meters in front of the broken gap.

Through the periscope of the observation hole, the view gradually became clear.

I saw a group of Japanese officers and soldiers busying themselves with panic, and they were frantically piling sacks filled with sand at the gap, trying to block our advance. However, all this was in vain.

At the same time, along with sandbags, a large number of fragmented bodies of Japanese soldiers were used to block the gap.

These once vibrant lives have now turned into cold corpses, piled up in all directions, and the scene is shocking.

And above our heads, several fighter planes of the Chinese Air Force roared past in the sky from time to time. They swooped down like lightning, and the large-caliber Browning machine guns mounted on their fuselages spewed flames, and dense bullets poured down like raindrops.

There were also those powerful 20mm machine gun shells, which streaked across the sky with a piercing scream, ruthlessly harvesting the Japanese soldiers who tried to block the gap with their flesh and blood.

Every bullet and shell was like a scythe wielded by the god of death, easily tearing through the enemy's defenses and turning the land into a bloody battlefield in an instant.

"Baga! You coward! You have thrown away all the bravery of the Locust Army!"

Major Adachi waved his command knife in his hand and kicked several Japanese soldiers who were lying on the ground and refused to get up to mix the sandbags!

The morale and martial spirit of the Japanese officers and soldiers at this time, as well as the degree to which they were brainwashed by the Bushido spirit, were far from comparable to those of the Japanese officers and soldiers at the beginning of the war!

Adachi wished he could kill these timid and cowardly guys with one blow. All they knew was eating, training, and playing tricks, and they always hid in the rear during battles.