Anti-Japanese Elite Special Forces

In Niujia Town, where the devils raided the headquarters, Duomen Erlang also frowned, with a preoccupied posture.

In fact, not only Hikaru Fujita had a premonition of the abnormality of the situation, but he and the other staff members of the headquarters also felt it, but they couldn't confirm it.

In the headquarters, a staff officer came and went, sending some information and documents from time to time, and of course there were some results of their analysis.

As a staff officer, their duty is to analyze based on intelligence, so as to help the supreme commander draw the most correct conclusions, and then formulate corresponding plans.

Duo Men Erlang sat in front of the map, pondered for a while, but couldn't get a clue, so he stood up irritably and walked back and forth in the room.

Ozawa came in from the door, his face looked a little pale, and he lost a lot of weight. It seemed that his physical condition was not very good during this period.

"Ozawa-kun, is your diarrhea better?" Domen Erlang asked with concern immediately when he saw him, "If you don't feel well, go back and have a rest."

Ozawa started to suffer from diarrhea three days ago, it was better at first, he ran three or four times a day at most, but since yesterday, it suddenly became serious, he ran eleven times in one night, and later he simply lived in the toilet superior.

This tossing made him even thinner, as if he hadn't eaten for days.

Hearing what Domen Erlang said, Ozawa smiled wryly, and then said, "It's okay, Domen-kun, that's all. Although it's a little troublesome, it won't affect the work."

"Now is the critical moment of the sweep. How can I do it without the staff? I just have to persevere."

Just as he was talking, Ozawa felt a cramping pain in his stomach, as if he had a great desire to let go. He hurriedly grabbed a stack of toilet paper next to him and ran out.

Seeing Ozawa's ass-burning posture, Domen Jiro couldn't help shaking his head and sighed helplessly.

Without Ozawa, the efficiency of his capable chief of staff, Domen Jiro, was obviously much lower. Although those staff members worked equally hard, they were really inferior compared to the old and cunning Ozawa.

About ten minutes later, Ozawa stepped into the headquarters again, but his face seemed to be a little more ugly. He walked to the table while rubbing his stomach.

Stretching out his hands to look at the analysis results of those staff officers, Ozawa couldn't help but said angrily, "These idiots are all pigs with brains, and they have analyzed such a simple problem in a mess."

Duomen Erlang has also read the analysis of those staff officers, and naturally knows that what they analyze is superficial, very superficial, and actually has no substantive guiding significance at all.

However, he couldn't say anything more, but changed the topic, "Mr. Ozawa, do you have any opinion on the recent actions of Huxiaoling?"

Hearing his question, Ozawa put down the document in his hand, thought for a moment and said, "From Huxiaoling's performance, it can be seen that they are planning a big conspiracy, and I'm afraid their actions will not be small."

"Really?" Duo Men Erlang was very aware of the wisdom of his chief of staff, so he didn't interrupt.

Ozawa continued, "It is said that we implemented the lock-up tactics and used bunkers and fortifications to block their connection with the mountain. Luo Xiao should at least take some action, but in fact they did not move and did not respond at all. This is very abnormal. .”

"Then what conspiracy does he have?" Duomen Erlang could also sense some of it, but his biggest headache was that he couldn't think of what Luo Xiao was going to do.

Ozawa frowned and thought for a while before he said, "From the indications, his conspiracy may have something to do with our military allocation."

Thinking of this, Ozawa's eyes lit up. He seemed to have thought of something, and said to a staff officer beside him, "Quickly, bring me the recent troop mobilization record."

The staff officer didn't dare to be negligent, and hurried out, and after a while, he brought a record and handed it to Ozawa.

Flipping through the troop mobilization records, Ozawa couldn't help but let out a soft sigh, dropped the records and stepped in front of the sand table, watching intently.

Domen Erlang saw that he seemed to have discovered something, so he also walked over and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"

The more Ozawa looked, the more solemn his face became. His eyes fell on the small red flags representing the Japanese army. Those small flags were all concentrated in the vast depression, occupying most of the area.

"Quick, get me the records of the nearby water system and the precipitation in recent years." Ozawa turned his head and shouted to the people next to him, "Find me some ordinary people who are familiar with the local terrain."

The staff officer didn't know what he was going to do, he was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Chief of staff, the information on the nearby water system is easy to find, but in recent years, the river water records will not be found for a while."

"Baga, if you can't find it, find it for me. If you can't find it, just kill yourself." Ozawa was furious, and just let out a roar.

The staff officer was taken aback, he didn't dare to argue any more, turned around and ran out.

Domen Erlang also saw Ozawa's abnormality at this time, and he asked again, "Ozawa-kun, what happened?"

"Mr. Duomen, come and have a look." Ozawa grabbed a baton from the side and stretched it towards the sand table, "Our headquarters is in Niujia Town, the 8th Brigade of the Independent Mixed Group is in Zhaojialiang, and the 18th Brigade of the Independent Mixed Group is in Zhaojialiang. The [-]th Brigade is in Sandaogou, and the rest of the troops are also located in Qingjiu, Matang and other places, all within this depression.”

As he narrated, the baton pointed out the station of each troop one by one, and finally blurred a circle around the range of these troops, "What does this represent?"

Domen Erlang didn't want to understand what he meant, so he shook his head and continued to listen.

Ozawa put down his baton, then came to the map hanging on the wall, and continued, "Look, we belong to the Canglan River System, and there are three rivers upstream from the depression where the troops are stationed, namely Qingshui River and Yuma River. , Yeji River, these three rivers converge into the Canglan River [-] kilometers upstream, and flow through the depression where we are now - Niujiawa."

"Report." There was a shout at the door, and the staff officer who had gone out just now rushed in, holding a large pile of messy things in his hand, and the topmost book with yellowed pages turned out to be a county chronicle. Followed by three old people who looked over sixty years old.

"Chief of staff, this is the information I found, and there are Chinese people who are familiar with this area." The staff was sweating profusely on his forehead, and he reported before he could wipe it off.

"Okay, let them in." Ozawa picked up a document from the table, and then said casually to the three Chinese old men, "Don't be nervous, the Imperial Japanese Army just wants to ask some information. let you go."

The three old men had long been frightened by the devil's bayonet, and they nodded hurriedly.

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