I don’t know if it was lucky and was not discovered, or if the soldiers of the Expeditionary Army didn’t even like this single little devil and didn’t want to waste shells on him.

In the open area of ​​several hundred meters of shallows, Onozuka Hitoshi moved very slowly due to leg injuries. He walked for more than half an hour at just a distance, but miraculously he was not threatened.

This made Yoshino Jiro on the other side of the island excitedly. He would have gone there with him if he had known it.

The big island opposite is better than the place you stay. The main players of the corps are basically there, and maybe the situation there is much better than this.

Unfortunately, Onozuka Ren 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 very large. Following the forest path, you can vaguely see some dilapidated thatched huts, which are the houses of the local natives.

Since the Japanese army came to the island, these natives died and fled, and their homes have been harmed so much that they are not adults. There are also many rotten and smelly corpses on the roadside, including natives and Japanese.

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

I met several soldiers along the way, but they ignored him at all. At most, they just glanced at him and ignored him.

Perhaps it is no surprise that wounded soldiers like Onozuka Hitomi were in the eyes of the other party.

Finally passing through the forest, what caught my eye was a two-story bamboo building, with more than a dozen Japanese soldiers sitting crookedly outside.

They had yellow faces, thin skin, and their eyes were scattered, and they snuggled together like walking corpses. They were basically bandaged on their hands and feet, and their bodies were smelly, which felt like they were in the near future.

Before I could walk in, I could smell an unpleasant stench, which made Onozuka Ren frown, as if the situation here was worse than that on the team.

"May I ask, is this a gang medical center?" Onozuka Hitomi walked forward with a limp and asked a Japanese soldier tentatively.

The man glanced at him expressionlessly, with no life in his sunken eyes, as if he was too lazy to raise his head, so he turned around and lay down on his own.

I asked several people one after another and had this attitude. Some people even began to look him up and down with malicious intentions, and his creepy eyes were like looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Onozuka Hitomi suddenly felt bad, and seemed to have not come here at all.

He was right, because most of the main players of the corps were hidden on this island, and there were too many monks and too few porridge, even the roots of wild vegetable trees were gnawed, and even the weeds and leaves on the roadside were not spared.

This also caused many soldiers to accidentally eat poisonous plants and make their stomachs hurt.

What's more, I started eating my companion's bodies when I was hungry. Some were infected with malaria, vomited, diarrhea, and had many people who died of dehydration and shock.

The disease spreads in the army. With the lessons of the past, they dare not eat randomly anymore, but many people still die of illness and starvation every day.

There is no hope in this world that looks like hell. Many Japanese devils have completely given up on survival, and cannot stand the torture and committed suicide in order to obtain liberation.

Some Japanese soldiers have long lost their minds and can do anything to survive.

"Who is making noise outside?"

At this moment, a bare-bodied Japanese man walked out of the house cursing.

I saw him like an withered old tree, with only skin and bones left on his upper body, but he was quite energetic and a little older, and his beard was a bit gray.

"Smimase, are you a medical doctor?" Onozuka Hitoshi asked with a hard forehead.

The goatee looked up and down curiously, and after seeing his leg injury, he said inexplicably: "I'm a military doctor, but I don't have a space here. If I want to die, go away."

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

Before he finished speaking, the veteran military doctor suddenly burst into laughter and screamed: "Why are you so embarrassed to come to our corps hospital with such injuries?"

As he said that, the military doctor lifted the curtain of the wooden house.

A foul stinking to the face...

Oh my God!

There were more than twenty patients lying inside, with all kinds of filthy objects everywhere, and flies and mosquitoes were everywhere. The unpleasant smell was disgusting.

These patients' faces are pale and thin, even more than the soldiers outside. They are obviously all terminally ill and dying, just staying here to die.

Seeing Hitoshi Onozuka who was frightened and stunned, the military doctor showed a contemptuous expression.

I have a little bit of a leg injury and I feel embarrassed to come to our big hospital. I really don’t know where the confidence comes from.

Just as Onotsuka was stunned, the military doctor's eyes suddenly appeared, as if he had discovered something amazing.

"What's this!?"

The veteran opened the pocket of Onozuka Hitomi's shirt, and the two wild sweet potatoes inside appeared in front of him.

"What are you going to do? This is mine!"

The military doctor took out the bayonet he carried with him and pointed it at the other party without hesitation. His expression instantly became extremely ferocious, and he shouted fiercely: "Take it for me!"

What moral bottom line is that the doctor is kind and worthless in the face of food in desperate situations.

Faced with this sudden threat, Onozuka Hitomi was completely stunned. He didn't know what to do for a moment, and the sweet potato in his hand was also taken away by the other party.

The two soldiers closest to the door heard the movement and seemed to realize that there was something good, so they immediately came up to get a share of the pie.

The military doctor quickly put the sweet potato into his pocket, held the bayonet and stared at the people in front of him fiercely, like an old dog protecting food, with a tendency to take action if he disagrees.

Onozuka Hitoshi looked quietly from the side. They were like a group of beasts that were biting each other for food, without humanity, and there was no trace of what the soldiers of the Great Japanese Empire should look like.

As if fearing the status and prestige of the military doctor, the two soldiers finally smiled and said that they had no malice and slowly retreated.

Because they knew that the military doctors here could at least solve some injuries and relieve their pain. Although the effect was very limited, it was better than sitting and waiting to die.

Those who joined the fun outside the yard just took a look and left in disappointment. No one wanted to meddle in other people's business.

The military doctor then put away the bayonet. When he was about to enter the house, he saw Onozuka Ren who had not left yet. His green eyes turned around, as if he was thinking about something.

"What else do you want to do? Don't... don't come over!"

Seeing the other party approaching slowly, Onozuka Hitoshi was so scared that he retreated repeatedly.

"Hehe, boy, don't you want to treat your legs?"

The military doctor raised his hand and waved outside: "Two people come and hold him down for me."

The old guy's words were very useful, and the soldiers sitting at the door immediately came over obediently.

Without waiting for Onozuka Hitomi to react, several people rushed up and pressed him down.

"Let me go! What are you going to do!? Help me!"
Chapter completed!