"I'm going to die? Why are you back now?"

Looking at Hitoshi Onozuka who was walking in a sloppy step from the forest, the squadron leader hurried forward to check the situation.

It’s not that he cares about this soldier, but that the kettle on this guy’s body is an important material for everyone to survive.

"I'm really sorry, squadron leader." Onozuka Hitomi replied in a desperate pain: "I was shocked by the Chinese bombardment just now, so I..."

The squadron leader didn't have the patience to listen to Hitoshi Onozuka finish slowly, and directly reached out to take a kettle and couldn't wait to fill two mouthfuls.

Then many Japanese soldiers surrounded him and divided the kettle hanging on Onozuka in a few seconds, leaving him alone standing awkwardly on the branch.

Looking at his companion who was snatching water and drinking like a group of wild animals, Onozuka Hitomi felt mixed feelings.

After working hard all morning, his throat was almost smoking. He wanted to go up and get a share, but the pain from his legs made him unable to stand anymore. He sat on the ground and moaned.

The squadron leader took only a few sips and put down the kettle. He covered the lid with some indifference and carefully hung the kettle on his body.

It was not until this time that he noticed Onozuka Hitomi sitting on the ground covering his legs and howling.

"Injured?"

"I'm very sorry, it's just the shelling...hiss... Please rest assured that the squadron leader, I can."

Onozuka Ren gritted his teeth in pain, and his eyes showed a pleading look because he didn't want to be abandoned by his superiors because of his injuries.

You should know that the wounded people in the current team are basically thrown in the corner and waiting to die.

Losing the ability to move means losing value and no one cares about them at all.

"It's really troublesome. Another person has to go to get water."

The squadron leader just glanced and turned around and left, muttering as he walked, saying that he had no intention of helping Onozuka Hitomi deal with his injuries.

In his eyes, being injured like this is basically the same as death. In this place where eating and drinking water is a problem, who has the time to care about you?

Even with the other party's attitude, Onozuka Hitoshi had no choice but to blame him for his bad luck.

"Aren, how about it? Can you still walk?"

Just when Onozuka Hitomi was at a loss, a familiar voice came from his ears.

The squad leader Yoshino Jiro came over, checked his injuries, and said with a serious expression: "You are not in good condition."

"Yoshino, please help me, please!" Onozuka Hitomi seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw and grabbed the other party's arm and begged.

Jiro Yoshino and Hitoshi Onozuka come from the same place, both of them are from Nagasaki Prefecture.

Yoshino had to join the army two years earlier, and because of his military merits, he was promoted to the squad's squad, so he was very caring for him in normal times.

Now it seems that only this fellow villager can help him. Onozuka Hitomi is full of expectations, after all, no one wants to die.

"I don't have gauze or medicine, how can I help you?"

Jiro Yoshino shook his head helplessly, looked into the distance and pondered for a moment, and said, "The United Medical Center is located on the island south of the island, otherwise you can go there and take a look?"

"Ah? But...but how do I get over?" asked Onozuka Hitomi.

"When the tide fades later, it flows through the swamp outside the forest, and there is no other way."

Jiro Yoshino pointed in one direction, although he also understood that this behavior was very dangerous.

The Irrawaddy Delta is actually a large depression, with all the islands almost connected.

Once the tide is high or heavy rain, the sea water will divide these places into hundreds of small islands of different sizes. If you want to go to other places, you have to rely on a boat.

After the tide is ebbing, the waters between the islands will become shallow, revealing a large amount of land and muddy swamps, and some places can even go directly over.

The team of the former United Medical Center was on an island not far away. When Yoshino went to the island, he helped transport the bodies of the wounded, so he was deeply impressed by this incident.

Hearing this, Onozuka Hitoshi felt hope in his heart. No matter what, going there is better than staying here and waiting to die.

Anyway, the squadron leader has regarded him as a dead person, so he doesn't care where he goes. If he wants to survive, he can only find a way.

"Let's have something to eat first."

Yoshino mashed the vines and fruits of the fallen sunflower and put them in a steel helmet. It was full of green and bubbled paste, which looked even worse than pig food.

Even though it was so disgusting, Onozuka Hitomi still held it over and swallowed it in big mouthfuls.

He had never had a full meal normally since the day before yesterday. He had eaten all the food he could find on the island. If someone hadn't found out that Luo Kui Potato could be eaten later, they would have starved to death here.

Although the taste of this thing makes people feel nauseous, it is also the only important source of intake of wild vegetables, starch and moisture that can be eaten raw.

...

Time passed minute by minute, and at noon, the surrounding tide finally subsided.

Onozuka Hitomi, who had suffered all morning, helped him down to the southwest side of the island with Yoshino's support.

There is indeed a road here. After the tide is low, the depth of the water surface drops sharply, revealing a large area of ​​shallow swamps, and also connecting the adjacent island.

The water depth between the two islands is not as deep as your knees, and you can walk along the shallows normally, but the danger is not in the water, but in the sky.

Chinese people's planes often hover over the sky. They usually hide in the forest, but once they are exposed to the open ground, they will be shot by the other party.

Because there was no food, the Japanese were forced to wait for the tide to escape and sneaked to the water to pick up fish and shrimps on the swamp.

And those fighter jets would be stuck at low tide every time, and as long as they saw traces of Japanese people below, they would be in a dive firepower output without hesitation.

Pilots call this behavior a mouse hit, and even compete for more "rats" who shot.

Jiro Yoshino observed by the woods for a long time, but now there seemed to be no sign of enemy planes above his head, and he didn't hear any sound.

At this moment, he could only pray that the enemy had not noticed this yet, so he immediately greeted Onozuka Hitomi and prepared to walk through the shallows while it was now.

But Jiro Yoshino did not agree to the request to escort Onozuka.

Before leaving, Yoshino took out two wild sweet potatoes the size of a palm and stuffed them into Onozuka Hitomi's arms. He said nothing but told the other party to leave quickly.

Onozuka Hitomi understood the other party's meaning, and it was a perfect end to send it here. After all, the other party was also afraid and did not want to take the risk of exposing himself to the enemy's artillery fire alone.

Seeing that the opportunity was not lost, Onozuka gritted his teeth and plucked up the courage, used wooden sticks as crutches, and limped towards the opposite shore.
Chapter completed!