Anti-Japanese Elite Special Forces

In Niujia Town's Japanese army's mopping-up headquarters, Duomen Erlang watched as his staff officers were busy packing up the headquarters' things, took off the map and folded it, carefully lifted the sand table and put it on a truck. Pack all those documents and everything, and prepare to take them away later.

Ozawa was pressing his stomach with his hands, his face was full of vegetables, as if he was a refugee who had been starving for many days in a famine.

It’s no wonder he is so thin. In less than an hour, his diarrhea, which had been relieved, suddenly worsened. He ran seven times in one breath, and spent 54 minutes in the toilet.

With such severe diarrhea, Ozawa felt that he was going to be dehydrated, but he gritted his teeth and endured it, because he knew that this was an extraordinary period, and if he was not there, the headquarters might be in great danger.

"Domen-kun, I think that apart from the things that must be taken away, the rest of the things can be temporarily discarded. Let's avoid this depression first." This is the third time Ozawa has persuaded Domen Erlang, and I hope he can Leave the car to protect the handsome man, and leave Niujiawa as soon as possible.

In his feeling, he was safe only if he left here, as long as he was here for a minute, he would be full of danger.

But Domen Erlang was reluctant to part with the division's possessions, because Japan's small country has few resources, so it is very frugal, and every penny is always split into two flowers.

In this way, while persuading each other, the two watched the staff officers pack their things.

On the street outside the door, all the trucks have been loaded, and they are waiting for the last few tables to be loaded on the trucks before they can leave here.

"Hurry up, speed up." The staff officer in charge roared wildly. He knew that time was running out and he had to finish loading and transfer as soon as possible.

The soldiers were sweating profusely and were busy with all their strength. Seeing that the last few wooden tables and wooden chairs were all loaded into the car, they were almost fixed.

At this time, a sharp-eyed soldier suddenly pointed to the end of the field outside the village, and his voice changed a little, "Where, what is there?"

The staff officer on duty rushed over, raised the binoculars in his hand and looked into the distance, only to see the monstrous white wolf.

The terrain of Niujiawa is long and narrow, with hills and mountain walls on both sides, and the lowest height is more than 20 meters. It is like a huge canal. The upstream flood flows down the river, and the impact is naturally amazing.

"Flood, it's a flood!" The staff officer on duty trembled and dropped the binoculars on the ground. He didn't care about picking it up, and turned around and ran towards the headquarters.

In the headquarters, Domen Erlang looked at the empty room, and then sighed with emotion, "I never thought that our majestic Japanese Imperial Army would leave in such a disgruntled manner."

"Yes, since the war with Tsarist Russia, the Japanese Empire has been invincible. As long as the soldiers point it out, it will be unimpeded. I didn't expect to encounter such a big setback under such a small Tiger Roaring Ridge." Ozawa also deeply I have a feeling that he and Domen Jiro are old partners. He has been promoted from an ordinary deputy squadron leader to the current chief of staff of the division. He has experienced countless wars and always wins in the end, but this time is an exception.

"Okay, we're done packing up, we should go too." Ozawa looked around the house and saw that there was nothing left, so he said to Domen Erlang.

Domen Jiro nodded, and the two walked towards the door of the house.

Suddenly, a staff officer rammed in from the door, so fast that Domen Erlang had no time to react, and was knocked to the ground.

Turning over from the ground, Domen Erlang was furious, grabbed the staff officer, and slapped him four times, "Baga, as a staff officer, how can you be so reckless."

The staff officer couldn't care less about saluting, and shouted in a trembling voice, "Commander, Hong... Flood!"

"flood!"

These two words were like two heavy hammers, hitting the heads of Domen Jiro and Ozawa, making them dizzy for a moment, and then they woke up.

Pushing aside the staff officer blocking the door, Domon Jiro and Ozawa broke through the door, stood on the street and looked out of the village.

Standing here, they can see the flood roaring from the upper reaches of the distant river without a telescope, and the momentum is as if a stone can be smashed by you.

The two subconsciously held their breath, staring dumbfounded at the approaching flood, their minds went blank for a while.

In front of Tianwei, no matter how strong a person is, there will be an uncontrollable sense of fear from the heart. This is not a lack of perseverance, but a trembling from the soul, which cannot be contained.

The Japanese soldiers in the town became agitated. Naturally, they also saw the monstrous flood, and each of them felt that their calves were twisted, and it was a little difficult to walk.

"My God Amaterasu, what's going on, help--" Several ghost cooking soldiers who were fetching water by the river outside the town were swallowed by the oncoming flood before they could run away.

In an instant, the river channel was filled with the five or six-meter-high flood, and then a huge current swept across the entire Niujiawa, sweeping away all the people and things in the way.

In the town, Ozawa and Domen Erlang had a cold war, and finally came to their senses. They looked at each other, and then shouted, "All personnel, abandon all materials and retreat to a high place outside the town."

Before the order was issued, many Japanese soldiers had already rushed out of the town. At this time, their own lives were the most important thing. When Domen Jiro's order was issued, the devils in the town rushed out of the town desperately.

The narrow entrance of the town was immediately crowded with people, and the fortification bunkers, trenches, and bunkers that were originally set up for defense now became obstacles to prevent them from fleeing. Because of these things, the devils had difficulty walking and their speed suddenly slowed down.

Just when the devils in the front had just ran out of the town less than 100 meters away, the flood had already arrived. The loud roar of the rumbling old cow made the hearts of the devils tremble, and the water under the head The wall caused deep despair in their hearts.

In a blink of an eye, the flood swept through the crowd at the entrance of the town, and then rushed straight into the town. The narrow streets made the already powerful flood a bit sharper, and easily rolled up the ghost soldiers standing on the street. Downstream.

The force of the flood was so great that even the trucks parked on the street were easily rolled up and rushed forward along with them.

In the flood, there were ghost soldiers floating everywhere, like duckweeds in the water, drifting with the waves, and they had no ability to resist at all.

Under such a violent flood, even the water-savvy Japanese soldiers from Hokkaido among these troops were powerless, let alone other ghost soldiers.

In the face of natural disasters, they are just tragic victims.

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