gnovel Chapter 3514 Rotten Food
Chapter 3514 Rotten Food
Chapter 3514 Rotten Food
Large quantities of food were delivered to the construction site.
Not concealed at all.
Especially the tempting meat.
When the local Filipinos who were recruited to work on the construction site saw this, they kept swallowing their saliva and looked here with greedy eyes from time to time.
Of course they know that most of these delicacies are for Europeans and Americans.
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, some meat can be seen every three days.
Compared to their other compatriots who are living in dire straits, such days are already very satisfying for these Filipinos.
At least, they don’t have to worry about food every day, and they don’t have to worry about struggling on the brink of starvation.
When a box was being lifted, it accidentally fell to the ground.
Some food tumbled out.
That's some snacks.
Terry, who happened to be standing nearby, yelled at these guys to be careful while bending 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 Awang, his servant beside him.
Awang's eyes lit up, and he kept praising his master humbly while eagerly picking up the biscuits and stuffing them into his mouth.
Many Filipinos looked at him with great envy. They felt so lucky to be with his American master and to have such delicious food to eat.
……
"idiot!"
Sergeant Hanaoka cursed in his heart, and was unwilling to put down the telescope in his hand for even a second.
Those damn Americans.
Not only did they kill a large number of imperial soldiers on the battlefield, they also forced themselves and countless imperial soldiers into the jungle where humans could not survive. Moreover, they seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of food.
During the two days of secret observation, he witnessed with his own eyes how these hateful Americans lived in extravagance and corruption.
Filipino workers have two meals a day, while Europeans and Americans have three meals a day and even afternoon tea.
What's even more outrageous is that 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 directly as garbage.
What a bastard.
That is, food!
This is the food that the imperial soldiers need most!
what is that?
Suddenly, Sergeant Hanaoka raised his telescope and stared straight ahead.
drug!
Yes, that’s right, Sergeant Hanaoka was sure that he was not mistaken.
That is, medicine!
If he was just greedy when he saw the food before, but now when he saw the medicines, Hanaoka had an urge to rush out and grab them back at all costs.
He barely suppressed the devil in his heart and forced himself to adjust his breathing: "Retreat!"
……
Two more soldiers died.
Their bodies were quickly cremated.
Cremation is to prevent the spread of plague.
But in fact, what’s the point of cremation or not?
Almost all the Japanese soldiers here were infected with malaria.
It’s just that some symptoms are more serious and some are milder.
Lieutenant Colonel Kanichi Ishida had no way to deal with the current difficult situation.
He could only watch.
His orderly, Nishikawa, brought him food.
The only meal of the day.
It was a soup made from tree bark and was hard to swallow.
But even so, there wasn't much bark left nearby.
Ishida Wanyi took a sip and put the bowl down.
Despite being extremely hungry, Ishida Wan'ichi still couldn't drink.
It wasn't that the taste was too bad, but he was worried.
Soldiers died almost every day, but he could only watch and could do nothing.
Nishikawa looked outside, then reached into his tattered clothes and pulled out a paper bag.
He opened it carefully, and inside was a black object about the size of his thumb.
This is a "rice ball", if it can still be called that, it is indeed a "rice ball".
I don’t know how long this “rice ball” has been stored, but it already smells sour.
"Sir, please eat." Xichuan's face was full of excitement, but then he became depressed: "This is the last one."
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.
Xichuan has never been willing to eat it.
When Ishida Kan'ichi's army was out of food and could only survive by eating tree bark and grass roots, Nishikawa would break off some of the rice balls he was reluctant to eat and present them to his superiors as a filial tribute.
There is no doubt that Xichuan is the most loyal soldier, and his loyalty is touching.
Even though this tiny bit of rice ball had gone bad and the smell was indescribable, it was something Nishikawa had gone through great pains to save for his superior, even at the cost of starving himself.
Ishida Wan'ichi took it, looked at it, and put it under his nose and smelled it.
Suddenly, he threw the rice ball to the ground.
"Your Mightiness!"
Nishikawa was horrified and was about to snatch it, but Ishida Wan'ichi had already stepped on the rice ball and stomped on it several times.
"Sir, why is this happening?" Xichuan almost cried.
When he was extremely hungry, he wanted to eat this last bit of food countless times, but he couldn't bear to do so every time.
He would always secretly break off some and put them into Lieutenant Colonel Ishida's soup during meals, as he believed that this would provide his superior with more nutrition.
Until now, there was only a little bit left, and he thought there was no need to put any more into the soup.
Give them all to the commander.
But now, the boss threw it away like garbage.
"Nishikawa, you are the best soldier." Ishida Wanyi tried to make his voice sound softer: "I also know that you have been saving the rice balls that you are reluctant to eat for me. In this weather, the rice balls would have rotted long ago. But the unpleasant smell of the bark and grass root soup was well covered up.
But you know, there is a plague in the army now, and everyone is sick. If we continue to eat such rotten food, our bodies will only be destroyed again. I can't fall down, because I am the supreme commander here, and my mission is not yet completed! "
Xichuan finally understood, wiped his eyes hastily, and stood at attention: "I'm sorry, sir, 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 have seen your loyalty, your enthusiasm, and your bravery. When we get out of this place, I will give you the highest reward in my own way!"