The expeditionary force began to dominate Southeast Asia by recruiting defeated soldiers

According to the written records of the headquarters, the daily food standard set by the Fuso Army for each Japanese soldier was not bad.

According to the standards that were raised again after the war broke out in 38, each Japanese soldier could get 210 grams of wheat and 660 grams of rice as staple food every day, which was enough to keep them warm and full.

In terms of side dishes, the army provided 120 grams of dried vegetables or 600 grams of fresh vegetables, as well as 210 grams of fresh meat or canned meat of equal weight.

In addition, there are condiments such as 75 grams of miso, 60 milliliters of soy sauce, and 5 grams of salt to ensure the basic flavor of the meal.

In order to boost the morale of the Japanese soldiers, the standard even included an additional 0.4 liters of sake and 20 cigarettes.

Although the food standard of the Fuso Army was extremely poor compared to the navy's food which provided pork cutlets, curry beef and sushi, it was even more humble compared to the food at the Yamato Hotel where one could enjoy red wine, seafood and even ice cream at any time.

Since the day he joined the army, Jiro Furui's fate has been like a turbulent curve, sometimes rising and sometimes falling sharply.

At first, as a fisherman's son, he felt a sense of satisfaction with the army's food standards.

For a family like his, devouring white rice has always been a luxury.

However, reality soon woke him up from his sweet dream.

Before he could enjoy a few days of good carbohydrates, after being officially sent to the Pegu battlefield, Jiro Furui's food standards dropped rapidly.

The food standards issued by the Army Headquarters are only on paper after all. Jiro Furui, who served under the famous evil general Mutaguchi Ren'ya, quickly understood this truth.

There was no more white rice in the cooking pot in front of me. Only a pot of thin vegetable soup remained, and occasionally a few dried vegetable leaves could be seen floating in it.

What made Jiro Furui even more miserable was that as the newest recruit in the squad, he naturally became the target of bullying by everyone.

"Hey, this is what you, a useless bespectacled fellow, get." The 'senior' who had enlisted only two months earlier than Jiro Furui grinned and poured the last bit of porridge in the pot into Jiro Furui's lunch box.

Even the battlefield stew made with a small amount of white rice, a large amount of wild vegetables, and a little canned beef made from beef offal and blood, he could only get a small portion.

"Hi, thank you, senior." Furui Jiro lowered his head, shouted in humiliation in response, then walked aside to eat with his lunch box in his hand.

These so-called "predecessors" have taken the army's culture of oppression to the extreme.

Their unscrupulous attitude reflects the systemic pathology in the bones of the Japanese devils.

In Gu Jing's eyes, the faces of his "predecessors" became blurred, and only the cold grin and beating were engraved deep in his memory.

Jiro Furui stared at the lunch box in his hand. He didn't know why the standard meal of more than a pound of rice, vegetables, and half a pound of meat per person ended up becoming a small portion of unappetizing porridge?

As the Guadalcanal war intensified, Fuso's lack of large transport ships became increasingly apparent.

The island's supplies, ammunition, and weapons could only be used to supply the Qian Kingdom and Guadalcanal battlefields, so the Fuso garrison in Pegu could only resort to "on-the-spot delivery." (The Japanese euphemism for robbing local civilians)

However, the logistics of tens of thousands of troops cannot be solved by catching a few chickens from the villagers, even though Mutaguchi Renya will shout in the future:

"We, the Yamato people, have been herbivores since ancient times. How can you say there's no food in such a dense jungle?"

Such a devilish declaration.

But at the moment, he is not so cruel as to let his Japanese soldiers eat grass.

However, due to the war and the Japanese invaders' wanton plundering, agricultural production in Pegu was completely destroyed this year, and the poor harvest meant that soldiers like Jiro Furui could only eat porridge as they advanced.

After finishing the thin porridge, Gujing Jiro subconsciously licked the spoon, trying to absorb the last bit of flavor from it.

The taste buds and the hunger in my stomach were in endless conflict.

He could only recall in his mind the plum rice balls and red bean rice he had eaten when he first joined the army, trying to deceive his stomach.

At this time, the squad leader came over and handed Jiro Furui a suspicious white pill.

"Hey, Mr. Gujing, don't look so sad. Take this assault ingot and go to watch the night."

Jiro Furui took the pill and smiled bitterly.

Of course, the sake and cigarettes in the standard supplies had nothing to do with a recruit like him. All he could get were these assault ingots.

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At two o'clock in the morning, the quiet village was immersed in darkness.

A battalion of more than 800 Japanese soldiers, serving as the vanguard, slept peacefully in this village. Only unlucky guys like Jiro Furui were still standing guard alone at the post outside the village.

The silence of the night made Furui Jiro feel extremely depressed.

The darkness outside the village was like an invisible curtain, covering up unknown dangers.

Suddenly, a low whistling sound pierced the night sky.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…”

The sound of shells cutting through the air was heard.

Hearing the sound, Jiro Furui suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky in confusion.

At that moment, countless dazzling white lights illuminated the darkness.

These flares, fired from mortars and equipped with small parachutes, slowly fell from the sky. The white light stung his eyes like the scorching sun, and tears unconsciously slid down from the corners of his eyes.

"Enemy attack!"

Jiro Furui first fired a warning shot, then shouted, his voice filled with uncontrollable fear and panic.

The veteran squad leader who had fought in Qianguo for many years mentioned to Gujing that the Eighth Route Army guerrillas in North China often launched night attacks, intending to use the cover of darkness to make up for their lack of firepower.

According to the veterans, countless soldiers will suddenly appear from the shadows. They will rush into the night camping team with bayoneted rifles and various cold weapons, and engage in bloody and brutal hand-to-hand combat with the locust army.

Thinking that those murderous enemies might pounce from the darkness at any time, Gu Jing's hands trembled slightly.

"We can't let them get close so easily!"

He muttered to himself as he staggered and rolled into the sandbag bunker at the entrance of the village. The Type 99 rifle in his hand trembled slightly, but he forced himself to remain calm, his eyes fixed on the outside of the village.

Beside him, the light machine gun team had already been in position, and the mounted Type 99 light machine gun was ready to fire at any enemy who tried to approach.

Time seemed to be stretched infinitely, and the rainforest outside the village was eerily quiet.

Jiro Furui's heartbeat quickened, his throat went dry, and he swallowed nervously.

He kept imagining which direction the enemy would rush out from, the flashing of swords, the shouts of killing...

Sometimes, the unknown waiting is the most frightening thing.

However, to his surprise, everything was still silent and no enemy appeared in his sight.

"Why doesn't anyone come?" Gu Jing's doubts had not yet dissipated, and then he heard more "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" sounds of shells breaking through the air.

"Boom, boom, boom"

This round of artillery fire was more fierce and intensive than before.

Orange-yellow explosion flames ignited one after another inside and outside the village, as if countless braziers were ignited in an instant.

The entire village was engulfed in a sea of ​​fire. The light from the flares and the flames from the explosions intertwined, briefly illuminating the entire village like daylight.

The ground was shaking, and the sandbag where Jiro Furui was hiding seemed to be about to be blown away at any time.

With a loud "boom", the ammunition boxes piled in the center of the village seemed to have exploded. Along with screams, the bodies of countless soldiers were blown into the sky, and the flying limbs could be vaguely seen in the firelight.

Jiro Furui opened his eyes wide and watched his comrades who had just been sleeping fall down one after another.

Although they were well-trained and responded quickly, they were powerless to fight back in the face of this torrential artillery attack.

Many soldiers were blown to pieces before they could even put on their uniforms.

Explosions rang out one after another, and the entire village fell into chaos and fear under this round of fierce shelling.