I don't know if it was because they were lucky not to be discovered, or because the soldiers of the expeditionary force didn't look down on this lonely imp at all, and didn't want to waste shells on him.

A few hundred meters of shallow open ground, Ono Tsukasa Hitoshi moved very slowly because of a leg injury, and he walked for more than half an hour at such a distance, but miraculously he was not threatened by anything.

This made Jiro Yoshino on the other side of the island very excited, and he knew that he would go with him.

The big island on the other side is better than the place where you stay, the main force of the wing is basically there, maybe the situation over there is much better than this.

It's a pity that Hitoshi Onozuka on the opposite side couldn't hear what he was thinking, and his figure disappeared into the woods in a few breaths......

The island is a large island, and along the forest path, you can faintly see some dilapidated thatched huts, which are the houses of the local aborigines.

Since the Japanese army landed on the island, these natives have fled to death, their homes have also been destroyed to the point of inhuman appearance, and many rotting and stinking corpses can be seen on the roadside, including indigenous and Japanese.

Following Jiro Yoshino's instructions, Onozuka Hitotoshi slowly came to the center of the island with a crutch.

Along the way, he met a few soldiers, but they didn't pay attention to him at all, at most they only looked at him twice and ignored him.

Perhaps a wounded soldier like Ono Tsukashi is no longer surprising in the eyes of the other party.

When I finally walked through the forest, I was greeted by a two-story bamboo building, with more than a dozen Japanese soldiers sitting crookedly outside.

Their faces were yellow, thin, and their eyes were scattered, snuggling together like walking corpses, their hands and feet were basically bandaged, and they exuded a foul smell all over their bodies, feeling as if their lives were imminent.

Before he even walked in, he could smell a foul smell, which made Ono Tsukashi frown, as if the situation here was even worse than that of the team.

"Excuse me, is this the Wing Medical Clinic?" Onozuka stepped forward with a limp and tentatively asked a Japanese soldier.

The man glanced at him expressionlessly, his sunken eyes were lifeless, and he didn't seem to even bother to raise his head, so he turned around and lay down on his own.

After asking several people in succession, they all had such an attitude, and some even began to look him up and down with bad intentions, and the penetrating eyes were like looking at a lamb to the slaughter.

Onozuka Ren suddenly felt bad, as if he shouldn't have come here at all.

He was right, because most of the main forces of the wing were hidden on this island, and when there were many monks and little porridge, even the roots of wild vegetables and trees were gnawed here, and even the weeds and leaves on the side of the road were not spared.

This also caused many soldiers to accidentally eat poisonous plants and have stomach troubles, and died of pain.

What's more, when they were hungry, they began to eat the corpses of their companions, and some of them were infected with malaria, vomiting and diarrhea, and there were not a few people who died of dehydration and shock.

The disease is spreading in the troops, and they no longer dare to eat indiscriminately because of the lessons of the past, but many people still die of disease and starvation every day.

There is no hope in this hellish world, and many little devils have completely given up on survival, and they can't stand the torture and commit suicide in order to get relief.

And some Japanese soldiers have long lost their minds, and they will do anything in order to survive.

"Who's making a fuss out there?"

At this moment, a shirtless devil came out of the house with a curse.

I saw that he was like a withered old tree, and his upper body was covered with skin and bones, but his spirit was quite good, he was a little old, and his goatee was a little gray.

"Smimasse, are you a doctor at the medical center?" Hitoshi Ono asked stiffly.

The goatee veteran looked up and down curiously, and after seeing his leg injury, he said inexplicably: "It's true that I'm a military doctor, but I don't have an empty place here, if you want to die, you should die far away." ”

"Ah no, I just wanted to..."

Before he finished speaking, the veteran of the military doctor suddenly burst out laughing: "Are you embarrassed to come to our wing hospital with your little injury?" ”

As he spoke, the military doctor lifted the curtain of the cabin.

A foul smell hits my face...

Oh my!

There were more than 20 sick people lying in it, all kinds of filth were everywhere, flies and mosquitoes were rampant, and the unpleasant smell was disgusting.

These patients were sallow and thin, no worse than the soldiers outside, and they were obviously terminally ill and dying, just staying here to die.

Seeing Hitoshi Onozuka, who was stunned in place, the military doctor showed a disdainful expression.

Even if you have a leg injury, you are embarrassed to come to the United Medical Center, and I really don't know where you got your confidence.

Just when Onozuka was stunned, the military doctor's eyes flashed, as if he had found something terrible.

"What is this!?"

I saw the veteran open the pocket of Onozuka's jacket, and the two wild sweet potatoes inside appeared in front of him.

"What are you going to do? It's mine! ”

Without hesitation, the military doctor took out the bayonet he carried with him and pointed it at the other party, his expression instantly became extremely hideous, and he roared viciously: "Bring it to me!" ”

What is the moral bottom line, the benevolence of the doctor, is worthless in the face of food in a desperate situation.

In the face of this sudden threat, Ono Tsukasa Ren was completely stunned, and he didn't know what to do for a while, and the sweet potato in his hand was also taken away by the other party.

The two soldiers closest to the door heard the commotion and seemed to realize that there was something good, and immediately came together to get a piece of the pie.

The military doctor quickly put the sweet potato into his trouser pocket, and stared at the few people in front of him viciously with a bayonet, like an old dog guarding food, with a tendency to do it if he didn't agree with him.

Ono Tsuka Hitoshi watched quietly, they were like a group of beasts tearing each other for food, inhumane, where was there still a little bit of what a soldier of the Japanese Empire should be.

As if afraid of the status and prestige of the military doctor, the two soldiers finally smiled and showed no malice, and slowly retreated.

Because they know that the military doctor can at least solve some injuries and relieve their pain here, although the role is very limited, it is better than sitting and waiting for death.

The people outside the courtyard who were in the fun just looked at it twice and then left in a huff, and no one wanted to meddle with it

The military doctor put away the bayonet at this time, and when he was about to enter the house, he saw Hitoshi Onozuka, who had not yet left, and his green eyes turned around, as if he was thinking about something.

"What else do you want to do? Other... Stay back! ”

Seeing the other party slowly approaching, Ono Tsukashi was so frightened that he retreated again and again.

"Heh, boy, don't you want to heal your leg?"

The military doctor raised his hand and beckoned outside: "Come two people, help me hold him down." ”

The old fellow's words were quite good, and the soldiers sitting at the door immediately came obediently.

Without waiting for Ono Hitoshi to react, several people rushed up and pressed him down.

"Let go of me! What are you going to do!? Help, help! ”

Ono Tsukahito struggled desperately, but the other party was outnumbered, and he was so weak because of his leg injury that he had no strength, and he was soon pressed to the ground and couldn't move.

(End of chapter)