In the Japanese army's mopping up headquarters in Niujia Town, Jiro Domon watched his staff members busy packing things in the headquarters, taking off the map and folding it, carefully lifting the sand table and placing it on a truck.
Pack up all those documents and everything and prepare to take them away later.
Ozawa was holding his stomach with his hand, and his face was full of food, as if he was a refugee who had been hungry for many days in the famine.
No wonder he was so thin. In less than an hour, his diarrhea, which had been relieved, suddenly worsened. He ran seven times in one breath and spent fifty-four minutes in the toilet.
With such severe diarrhea, Ozawa felt like he was 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 would probably be in serious danger.
"Domon-kun, I think that except for the things that must be taken away, the rest can be abandoned temporarily. Let's avoid this depression first." This is the third time Ozawa persuaded Domonjiro, hoping that he can
Leave your car behind and leave Niujiawa as soon as possible.
In his feeling, it is safe only when he leaves here. As long as he is here for a minute, he is full of danger.
But Jiro Domon couldn't bear to part with this small fortune of the division. Why do Japanese elementary schools have few resources, so they are very frugal, and they always spend a penny in two parts.
In this way, the two people persuaded each other while watching the staff pack their things.
On the street outside the door, trucks one after another have been loaded, and they are just waiting for the last few tables to be loaded on to the truck before they can leave the place.
"Quickly, speed up." The staff officer on duty roared. He knew that time was tight and he had to finish loading and moving things as soon as possible.
The soldiers were sweating profusely and working with all their strength. Seeing that the last few wooden tables and wooden chairs were all loaded into the truck, they just needed to be fixed.
At this moment, a sharp-eyed soldier suddenly pointed to the end of the field far outside the village, his voice slightly changed, "What is there?"
The staff officer on duty hurried over, raised his telescope and looked into the distance, and what he saw was the monstrous white lang.
The terrain of Niujiawa is long and narrow, with hills and mountain walls on both sides. The lowest height is more than 20 meters. It is like a huge water channel. The flood from the upstream flows down the river, and the impact is naturally astonishing.
"Flood, it's a flood!" The staff officer on duty trembled and dropped his telescope on the ground. He didn't care to pick it up, turned around and ran towards the headquarters.
Inside the headquarters, Jiro Domon looked at the empty room, and then sighed with emotion, "I didn't expect that our mighty Imperial Army of Japan would leave in such a dejected state."
"Yes, since the war with Tsarist Russia, the Japanese Empire has been invincible. As long as the soldiers point out, everything is unimpeded. I didn't expect that under such a small Tiger Roaring Ridge, it would encounter such a big setback." Ozawa was also deeply moved.
I feel that he and Jiro Domon are old partners. They have been promoted from an ordinary deputy squadron leader to the current chief of staff of the division. They have experienced countless wars and always won in the end, but this time is an exception.
"Okay, we've finished packing our things, it's time for us to leave." Ozawa looked inside the room and saw that there was nothing left, then he said to Jiro Domon.
Domenjiro nodded, and the two of them walked towards the door of the house.
Suddenly, a staff officer bumped into the door from outside. The speed was so fast that Domonjiro had no time to react and was knocked to the ground.
Standing up from the ground, Domen Erlang was furious. He grabbed the staff officer and slapped him four times with his bow, "Baga, as a staff officer, how can you be so reckless."
The staff officer didn't even bother to salute, and shouted with a trembling voice, "Commander, flood... flood!"
"flood!"
These two words were like two huge hammers, hitting Domonjiro and Ozawa on the head, making them dizzy for a moment, and then they woke up.
Pushing aside the staff officer blocking the door, Tamonjiro and Ozawa broke out of the door, stood on the street and looked outside the village.
Standing here, they could see the roaring flood coming from the upper reaches of the river in the distance without a telescope, with such momentum that it could smash rocks into pieces.
The two of them subconsciously held their breath and stared dumbly at the approaching flood, their minds going blank for a moment.
In the face of the power of God, even the strongest person will have an uncontrollable sense of fear in his heart. This is not a lack of human perseverance, but comes from the trembling of the soul, which is uncontrollable.
The Japanese soldiers in the town became agitated. Naturally, they saw the monstrous flood. They all felt that their calves were cramped and it was a little difficult to walk.
"My Amaterasu, what's going on? Help-" Several Japanese cooking soldiers who were fetching water from the river outside the town were swallowed up by the rushing flood before they could run away.
In an instant, the river was filled with the five to six meter high flood, and then the huge water flow swept across the entire Niujiawa, sweeping away all the people and objects in the way.
In the town, Ozawa and Domon Jiro had a cold war and finally came to their senses. They looked at each other and then shouted, "All personnel, abandon all supplies and evacuate to higher ground 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 still at stake. When Domonjiro's order was issued, the Japanese soldiers in the town rushed out with all their might.
The small entrance to the town was suddenly crowded with people. The fortification bunkers, trenches, and bunkers originally set up for defense now became obstacles to their escape. Because of these things, the Japanese were struggling and their speed suddenly slowed down.
Just when the Japs at the front ran out of the town less than a hundred meters away, the flood was already coming towards them. The roaring sound like an old bull's roar made the Japs' hearts tremble.
The wall of water caused deep despair in their hearts.
In the 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 even more sharp, and easily rolled up the Japanese soldiers standing on the street.
Go down the river.
The force of the flood was so great that even the trucks parked on the street were easily rolled up and rushed forward with them.
In the flood, there were Japanese soldiers floating everywhere. They were like duckweeds in the water, drifting with the waves, without any ability to resist.
Under such a violent flood, even the Japanese soldiers from Hokkaido who were proficient in water skills in these troops were helpless, let alone other Japanese soldiers.
In the face of natural disasters, they are just miserable victims.