Chapter 3514 Rotten Food

Large quantities of food are delivered to the construction site.

Not disguised at all.

Especially the tempting meat.

When the Filipino locals who were recruited to work on the construction site saw it, they all swallowed their saliva and looked greedily at this place from time to time.

Of course they know that most of these delicacies are for European and American people.

However, even so, these Filipino workers can at least guarantee two meals a day.

Well, yes, two meals.

One meal at noon and one meal at night.

Moreover, you can also see some meat every three days.

Compared with their other compatriots living in dire straits, these Filipinos are already very satisfied with their days.

At least, they don't have to worry about food every day, and they don't have to worry about being on the verge of death from starvation.

While carrying a box, it accidentally fell to the ground.

Some food rolled out.

Those are some snacks.

Terry, who happened to be nearby, yelled at these guys to be careful and leaned over to pick up a pack of biscuits from the ground.

He took out a piece and put it in his mouth and chewed it for a while.

Obviously, he was in a good mood today, and he handed the almost full bag of biscuits to his servant Awang.

Awang's eyes lit up, and while he kept humbly praising his master, he eagerly picked up the biscuits and stuffed them into his mouth.

Many Filipinos looked at him with great envy. It was such a blessing to be with an American master and to have such delicious food to eat.

…

"Baga!"

Sergeant Hanaoka murmured curses in his heart and refused to put down the telescope in his hand for a second.

These damn Americans.

Not only did they kill a large number of Imperial soldiers on the battlefield, forcing themselves and countless Imperial soldiers into a jungle where humans could not survive, but they also seemed to have inexhaustible food.

During the two days of secret observation, he witnessed with his own eyes how extravagant and corrupt these hateful Americans were.

Filipino workers have two meals a day, while Europeans and Americans have three meals a day and even have afternoon tea.

What's even more outrageous is that those Europeans and Americans may often feel that the food is not to their taste, so they will feed it to the dogs on the construction site, or even throw it away as garbage.

What a bastard.

That's food!

The food that Imperial soldiers need most!

What is that?

Suddenly, Sergeant Hanaoka held up his binoculars and stared straight ahead.

drug!

Yes, that's right. Sergeant Hanaoka can be sure that he saw it right.

That's medicine!

If he saw the food before, he was just greedy, but now that he saw these medicines, Hanaoka felt the urge to rush out and grab them back at all costs.

He barely suppressed the devil in his heart and forcibly adjusted his breathing: "Retreat!"

…

Two more soldiers died.

Their bodies were quickly cremated.

Cremation is to avoid the spread of plague.

But in fact, what is the use of cremation or not?

Almost all Japanese soldiers here were infected with malaria.

However, some symptoms are more serious and some symptoms are milder.

Lieutenant Colonel Ishida Wanichi has no solution to the current difficult situation.

He could only watch helplessly.

His orderly Nishikawa brought him food.

The only meal of the day.

It was soup made from tree bark, and it was hard to swallow.

But even so, there is not much bark nearby.

Ishida Wan took a sip and put the bowl down.

Although he was unbearably hungry, Ishida Wanichi still couldn't drink.

It wasn't that it tasted too bad, but that he was worried.

Soldiers died almost every day, but he could only watch helplessly and had no choice.

Nishikawa looked outside, then put his hand into his tattered clothes and took out a paper bag.

He opened it carefully, and inside was a dark object the size of his thumb.

This is a "rice ball". If you can barely call it that, it is indeed a "rice ball".

I don't know how long this "rice ball" has been stored, but it already has a rancid taste.

"Your Excellency, let's eat." Xi Chuan's face showed excitement, but then he became depressed: "This is the last."

Ishida Wanyi felt that his eyes were already moist.

He knew that this was the limited food distributed to each soldier before the jungle war.

Two rice balls for each soldier.

Yes, only two.

Nishikawa has never been willing to eat it.

When Ishida Wanichi's army was out of food and could only survive on bark and grass roots, Nishikawa would break off the rice balls that he was reluctant to eat and show respect to his commander.

There is no doubt that Nishikawa is the most loyal soldier, and his loyalty is touching.

Although this tiny bit of rice ball was already rancid and the taste was indescribable, it was something that Nishikawa had gone through a lot of hard work and would rather go hungry than save it for his superior.

Ishida Wanyi took it, looked at it, put it under his nose and smelled it.

Suddenly, he threw the rice ball to the ground.

"Your Mightiness!"

Nishikawa was shocked and was about to grab it, but Ishida Wanyi's foot had already stepped on the rice ball and stepped hard several times.

"Sir, why is this!" Xi Chuan almost cried.

When he was unbearably hungry, he wanted to eat the last food countless times, but he couldn't bear it every time.

He would always break off some secretly during meals and put it into Ishida Zhongsa's soup. He thought that this would add some nutrition to the commander.

Until now, there was only the last bit left, and he thought there was no need to put it into the soup anymore.

Give them all to the commander.

But now, the chief is throwing it away like garbage.

"Nishikawa, you are the best soldier." Ishida Wanyi tried his best to make his voice sound softer: "I also know that you have always saved the rice balls that you are reluctant to eat for me. In such weather, the rice balls would have been long ago

It was already rotten. But the unpleasant smell of bark grass root soup was well covered up.

But you know, the plague is rampant in the army now, and everyone is sick. If we eat such rotten food again, it will only make our bodies destroyed again. I can't fall, because I am the supreme commander here,

My mission has not been completed yet!"

Only then did Xichuan understand. He quickly wiped his eyes and stood at attention: "I'm sorry, Your Excellency, I was wrong. I shouldn't have given you rotten food."

Ishida Wanyi stepped forward and patted Nishikawa on the shoulder: "It's not your fault, Nishikawa, I can see your loyalty, your enthusiasm, and your bravery. When we get out of here, I will use
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