Jiro Tamon and Ozawa had already climbed onto a nearby roof by this time, and the two of them looked at the flood roaring under their feet, and wiped the sweat from their heads with palpitations.

At this moment, Ozawa suddenly felt the roof shake under his feet, so he hurriedly looked down, only to find that where he was sitting, a long hole had cracked in the roof, and it was rapidly expanding.

It turned out that the house had fallen into disrepair and could have lasted for a while, but a grinding disc swept by the flood hit a corner of the house, causing cracks in the walls of the house.

"Ozawa-kun, come here." Jiro Tamen also saw the crack in the roof, and he shouted anxiously, and at the same time stretched out his hand, trying to pull Ozawa over.

Ozawa also stretched out his arm and reached for Jiro Tamon's arm, and he was about to reach it, but at this moment, the house under him suddenly made a loud bang and collapsed.

Ozawa fell into the flood with the collapsed house, and only had time to let out a scream before disappearing.

"Ozawa-kun!" Jiro Tamen let out a cry of grief and threw himself on the broken roof, looking for the flood, hoping to see Ozawa's shadow, but the momentum of the flood was too great, where was Ozawa's shadow.

Domen Jiro's heart is like a knife, Ozawa and he grew up together, and then joined the army together, starting from the most basic soldiers, and rose to the current position, it can be said that they are friends in life and death, but I didn't expect to die in the flood today.

But there is no way to do it, the flood is so big, even if he jumps down to look for it, there will be no result, only one more corpse.

Seeing the raging flood roaring past his feet, Jiro Tamon could only wait on the rooftop, waiting for the flood to pass before he could gather the remaining troops and leave this dangerous situation.

He knew that as long as the flood receded, what awaited them was likely to be a counterattack by Tiger Roaring Ridge, and at that time, the Kwantung Army troops, which were overwhelmed by the flood, would not have the strength to fight back at all, and this sweep was doomed to failure, and it could be a fiasco.

Although the flood was fierce, because it was a hoarded amount of water, when the water in the upstream reservoir was released, it had no sustained power, so after ten minutes of raging, the water gradually eased, and it was not until half an hour later that the flood completely stopped.

Although it was only half an hour of rage, Niujia Town was already unrecognizable, most of the houses had collapsed, the Japanese soldiers on the roof had fallen into the water, drowned and drowned, washed away, and there was not much left.

The streets were littered with rubble and aquatic weeds carried by the flood, as well as the blue-black silt, which was three or four fingers thick and slippery if you stepped on it, and if you were not careful, you would fall to the ground.

Many Japanese soldiers jumped from their houses and walked cautiously through the streets, looking for anyone who survived.

In a depression in the town, the corpses of the devils were piled up in large areas, all of which were drowned by the flood and then rolled up here, because of the terrain here, and finally stopped.

In Niujia Town, there is a brigade of devils stationed, and within a radius of two kilometers around, there is also a wing of elite infantry, which can be said to be strong and has an extraordinary defensive capability.

However, when the flood came, the dense distribution became a nightmare for the Japanese army, and in the face of the pervasive and unstoppable flood, their defensive positions were as thin as a piece of paper.

That is, in a few breaths, a multi-company around Niujia Town, thousands of people were washed away and went into the river to feed the fish.

After the flood passed, there was less than a squadron of teams that the devils could still gather, and the rest were gone, even the wing commander of the devils was gone.

What they didn't know, of course, was that at this time, their co-captain was hanging on a crooked-necked tree sticking out of the water by the river, and he had been out of breath for a long time.

"Commander, the team has suffered heavy losses, all heavy weapons have been lost, and there are not many weapons left to fight now." After a staff officer counted the situation in the team, he ran over quickly and reported to Jiro Tamen.

This flood caused heavy losses to the Japanese army, although I don't know what the losses of the devil troops scattered in other places in Niujiawa are now, but at least the troops of the Niujiazhen headquarters can be said to be completely wiped out, only more than 100 people remain, and there are more than 60 rifles.

Jiro Tamon's brows furrowed, and he asked, "What about the soldiers' weapons?" ”

The staff officer's face showed embarrassment, as if he was hesitant to say or not, and finally saw that Jiro Tamon's eyes were fierce, so he spoke, "When I was dodging the flood just now, many soldiers threw away their weapons. ”

Under such a ferocious flood, if you can escape one step earlier, you can survive earlier, although the rifle is usually not heavy, but at this time it is a burden, so many devils have discarded their weapons and fled with their bare hands.

So, now, there are fewer weapons than people.

After listening to the staff officer's report, Jiro Tamon scolded angrily, "Yaga, don't they know that weapons are a part of a soldier's life, and discarding them is tantamount to committing suicide." ”

The staff officer bowed his head and did not dare to say anything, and now that the commander was in a rage, he did not dare to touch his head.

Domen Jiro vented the frustration in his heart, then waved his hand and said, "Order the team to leave here immediately, pay attention to the search for the surviving soldiers on the way, and also pay attention to the collection of weapons." ”

After the flood raged, the Yanhuang Legion would definitely send troops to come, because this was a good opportunity to beat the water dogs, and Duomen Jiro also knew this, so he commanded the devils of that squadron to leave Niujia Town without waiting for the flood outside the town to completely recede, and walked along the main road towards Niujiawa.

Niujiawa is just a depression, more than 20 kilometers away from it, is Tieling County, where a wing of devils is stationed, and there is a tall city wall to rely on, which is the best place for these remnants of their defeated soldiers.

Out of Niujia Town, the devil went all the way to the north, all the traces of the flood were seen on the road, most of the green gauze tent on the side of the road fell, the ground was completely covered by water, it looked white, the dirt road under the feet was also a piece of mud, the unique black clay in the Northeast was particularly stained with feet, and it would bring up a large piece when stepped on, and soon the devil's suede shoes were stained with a lump of boss, and the weight increased a lot.

In this way, all the way crookedly, Duomen Jiro led the devils of this squadron to walk a distance of about four or five miles, gathered the strength of about another squadron, and then saw the hills north of Niujiawa.

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