Canteen System Assistance Notes

He didn't know where the idea came from, but Sakaki Sanyou gritted his teeth and sternly confessed to himself. He had already chosen his target - a rather shabby house with no sheds nearby for large livestock. Compared to the surrounding houses, it seemed smaller and older. The lights in the house were dimmer and went out earlier, and there were no annoying dogs.

Next, you have to rush into the house in one breath, then take the owner hostage, ask him to provide some water and food, and change a set of clothes... Just get these, and run away immediately, without hurting anyone.

After completing all these plans, Sakaki aimed at the broken wooden door, which was still partially bolted. Sakaki Saburo prepared himself, finding a stone by the roadside and tucked it into his hand, using it as his only weapon. Just then, a dim light shone from the base of the wall, and a childish voice emerged: "Grandma! The village militia asked me to bring you...

Nani?

Under the lantern, Sakaki's pilot leather jacket and the rising sun red Mount Fuji armband were clearly visible, and the owner of the voice was actually a few half-grown children.

“You guys…”

As soon as Sakaki opened his mouth, the group of children made the sharpest, loudest, and most terrifying sound he had ever heard in his life:

“There are devils!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Chapter 119 Sakaki’s Final Date

Red deer wild man!

The Eighth Route Army emphasized harmonious relations with the people and possessed rigorous organizational skills, so the villages they governed were undoubtedly strictly managed. It's no surprise that they had night watchmen. "Hold your guns! Hold them up! The Japs won't dare come! Danzi, go ring the bell! Wake everyone up!"

Although he didn't understand most of the words, Sakaki recognized the spears in the hands of these half-grown children: these things were nothing when facing rifles, but for Sakaki who was hungry and had only stones in his hands, these three or four spears were deadly things: led by several older children, they raised their red tasseled spears at an angle in a serious manner, blocked the entire passage, and approached him step by step.

For a moment, Sakaki felt like a lone bandit surrounded by villagers.

"Massack, you guys, kids, please speak nicely. I'm not..."

Sakaki regretted his decision too late. Before he could finish his words, a child rushed out from behind the group of Boy Scouts, shouting, and disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye. "The devils are coming! The devils are coming! The devils are coming! !"

Immediately afterwards, there were clanging sounds like broken gongs in the village, waking up the whole village.

Nothing else works, but Sakaki still understands the word "devils". At this moment, the little courage he had just built up and the pretense of "planning" all disappeared. Sakaki Saburo now has only one thought:

"Running away is shameful but it works."

Dropping the stone in his hand, Saburo Sakaki ran away.

Traveling at night is a difficult thing in itself, and escaping at night is even more difficult, especially escaping in the right direction.

Amidst the noisy and chaotic sounds of pursuit, Sakaki fled all the way out of the village. His original plan to head south and then east to look for the Imperial Army had long been abandoned. Now all he could do was run away.

He stretched out his legs and ran on the uneven dirt road on the hill. The moonlight was obscured by the clouds. Sakaki Saburo could not see the road ahead and was just running blindly in the dark.

When he turned around, he could see a group of people rushing out from behind, holding birds.

They were armed with guns, earthen muskets, grass rakes, red-tasseled spears, and even axe, holding torches and shouting:

"Don't let this devil get away!!!"

Is that so?!

Unbeknownst to Sakaki, within the county of Pingshan, the Eighth Route Army's rule had been extended to every village, with their own joint defense and civil defense mechanisms established. The moment he was discovered by the children of the Children's Corps and the village's "alarm bell" sounded, the entire village was mobilized to hunt him down, a lone enemy.

"Mine! Not me!" He gasped. "Not a bad guy!"

Unfortunately, no one listened to him. From a distance, someone raised a homemade gun and fired a shot in response to Sakaki's call.

Why, why? I haven't done anything to hurt you!

Fortunately, in the nighttime conditions, the musket's accuracy was impressive, and he wasn't hit by any lead bullets. But this also ended the last glimmer of hope for reconciliation, and Sakaki could only turn and continue his escape. His stomach, long deprived of food, began to burn, and his legs began to give way, barely able to withstand the impact of running. He felt like a balloon about to explode, ready to burst at the next gasp.

Why did those villagers who were so friendly with the Eighth Route Army start shouting and calling for war and killing when they saw me?

Why did these villagers hunt me down like an enemy?

The Imperial Army is not fighting for the yellow people of East Asia...

Saburo Sakaki's feet suddenly felt empty and he immediately lost his balance.

He tumbled and fell, scraped against trees, slid down the hillside, and finally landed heavily at the bottom. In the mountains of North China, the terrain was cut by flowing water and was so broken that one could easily fall if not careful, let alone a deserter like Sakaki who was unfamiliar with the terrain.

Saburo Sakaki didn't even feel the pain at first, or perhaps he could no longer feel it. The unfamiliar surroundings, the urgent situation, and the pitch-black night caused him to tumble down the hillside, and the dull pain that emanated from his entire body prevented Sakaki from fainting. The torches and shouts on the hillside grew closer, like the approach of death.

Can't die...

The will to survive made Sakaki Saburo use all his strength to crawl to the side. He touched a worn straw mat, and after struggling to lift it, a shallow earthen hole appeared on the hillside. Sakaki dragged himself into the earthen hole with great effort, covered himself with the straw mat, and immediately fainted.

Saburo Sakaki is from Kobe, Japan. His family's financial situation had already begun to decline when he was a child. As a "petty bourgeois" family, once well-off, his own silk-spinning factory went bankrupt amid increasingly fierce competition. By the time Sakaki arrived, his parents' jobs had become limited to buying silk from the countryside for a large company and selling it to the corresponding silk-spinning factories, while also managing the family's few plots of land.

Although things were getting increasingly difficult, the family still had some savings.

More than once, my father would talk nonsense after drinking, bragging about his past heroic deeds: how he had skillfully dealt with many businessmen to make profits,

How high-spirited and respected; yet a hateful American devil and British beast,

He imposed unfair commercial competition on the great empire, causing his own company to go bankrupt and becoming a subordinate working for others.

Although my father was very scary when he was drunk, when he was not drinking, he would become a more strict person to some extent, urging his children to

The children should study hard and train hard so that they can revive the family business in the future.

To some extent, this laid the foundation for Sakaki Sanburo to enter the military academy. As a child from the countryside, Sakaki did not have the capital to enter the Army University or the Army Academy. He was admitted to the Hamamatsu Army Flight School with a good score, and received training there to become a pilot.

Sakaki hadn't exactly been looking forward to being dispatched to this distant battlefield, facing war head-on. Compared to the senior members of the 7th Flying Wing, graduates of the Akeno Flying School, Sakaki had little interest in those eager to showcase their prowess in the strategic campaigns across Manchuria and even North and Central China, vying for the elusive rank of "special promotion to second lieutenant."

He spent most of his time thinking about how he would withdraw his savings after retiring as a sergeant major, find a position in Tokyo, marry, have children, and live a peaceful life. Why did I come so far from home to participate in a war I didn't even know why?

They told me that this was for the Imperial Army's great mission of achieving Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere and the self-reliance of all yellow people in the world. So why am I being hated, hunted, and killed by the people here, hoping to be eliminated as soon as possible?

They said that this was because these were unruly people, non-citizens, and stupid horse shit who rejected the good intentions of the Imperial Army. They must be shot, executed, and intimidated so that the Imperial Army could achieve the construction of the Co-Prosperity Sphere.

So why is it that there is a force that can do all this without violence, without shooting, coercion or threats, while we can do nothing?

In a semi-conscious and semi-asleep dream, Saburo Sakaki was thinking. The ideas that took root in his mind impacted his original world view and outlook on life, and he finally came to a strange conclusion that he himself could not believe.

Is this war itself a farce?

The morning sun shone through the cracks in the straw mat, accompanied by a damp smell and dripping water. Sakaki Saburo woke up and gave a self-deprecating smile.

It seems that it was really Amaterasu's blessing that he rolled down from such a high place.

I started to recall my childhood experiences and wondered if I was still alive.

The scrapes and bruises all over my body still hurt, but miraculously, I didn't break any bones... I'm just a little cold... Why is it so cold? Cold?

It's July, summer! And I'm still wearing my leather aviator jacket...

Saburo Sakaki shuddered and wanted to stand up, but found himself drowsy and groggy, with no strength in his legs. As soon as he stood up from the pit, his originally strong body suddenly became weak, and with a thud, he fell back into the pit.

Sakaki touched his forehead, which was burning.

It's over...

Chapter 120: Sakaki, Burning

In this day and age, having a fever means a lot of bad things. Although as a human being who is not a bamboo rat, you don’t have to worry about being caught and barbecued after having a fever, but in Sakaki where there is nothing, this thing is like half a death sentence.

He forced himself to sit up and check his body. This was a local charcoal kiln. He had rolled down the mountain and climbed here last night, so his body was covered in scrapes and bumps. On top of that, he had a fever. Shivering, Sakaki prayed to Amaterasu, hoping it wasn't a serious problem.

But as the saying goes, what you fear will come true. Sakaki found a long wound on his right leg. The blood had scabbed over, but the area around it was swollen and some pus was oozing out. He poked it lightly, and the painful nerve signal immediately made him shudder and gasp a few times.

Even though he wasn't a medic, Sakaki could roughly tell what kind of injury he had suffered: the wound was infected.

Saburo Sakaki suddenly lost all his strength and motivation, as if the desperate spirit he had used to struggle for survival had never appeared. He resigned himself to his fate and lay down in this messy and dirty earthen kiln in North China, ready to calmly wait for his death.

Bacterial infections require expensive medication to treat. Saburo Sakaki has a general understanding of these conditions. Conditions like sepsis and suppuration are caused by bacteria. These bacteria enter the human body, multiply, and grow, leading to these conditions. There are very few medications that can kill these bacteria, and even if such medications exist, they are extremely expensive, making them not affordable for everyone.

Ha... Even if I have money now, what's the use? Who can come to save me?

"Ah, Mom, Dad, Fanzi... I'm going to die here..."

Sakaki lifted the straw mat covering the pit mouth and lay down on the hillside.

The clouds were dispersing, revealing the blue sky and sunlight, casting beams of light. It was like watching a rainbow outside my doorway as a child after the rain. It must have rained last night, but the air was moist and fresh, with a pleasant aroma of earth and grass, just like the feeling of newly planted rice sprouting in my hometown.

The distant gunfire could no longer be heard, and the surroundings were extremely quiet - of course, this could also be because he was running a fever and his mind was not clear. In this chaotic state of feeling hot but cold, he felt as if his thoughts were about to melt into this foreign land.

From his hometown to school, from school to distant Manchuria, and from Manchuria to even more distant North China, Sakaki rarely had a deep and direct contact with this foreign land. Reflecting on his military service, Sakaki spent his time either circling the base, soaring through the sky, or exploring the designated "safe zones."

After all, I am unfamiliar with this country.

My own life should be in Japan, in Kobe, in that small village.

He suddenly understood that these lands did not belong to him or the empire. They were seized for the empire by countless imperial soldiers like him.

So, since you have taken away something that others value, you must be prepared to bear the consequences.

Be prepared for the anger and resistance of others.

Just like my own pen and diary, as well as my family and Fanzi, I absolutely cannot allow others to take them away; and now, I have become that evil other person: since all this is the retribution I deserve, I will accept it as it should.

Sakaki closed his eyes and imagined the deadly bacteria multiplying within him, slowly taking his life. Having not eaten for days and running a fever, he had lost his will to live, like a corpse, ready to "quietly fade away like cherry blossoms."

Then something patted his face and mumbled something.

"I'm so annoyed and tired," Sakaki Saburo turned his head away, trying to avoid it, "Let me die." ... reaction, this devil seems to be really confused by the burning... stretcher..."

My body floated lightly, like a cloud, and then I felt like I was lying on a soft mattress, rocking back and forth, just like the wooden rocking horse I used to play with as a child, with my childhood sweetheart playing beside me and my mother smiling quietly. Soon, the rocking sensation disappeared, as if the rocking horse had grown tired of playing and had sprawled out on the wooden floor of my home, the wooden horse beside me snorting and ticking as it went.

Hmm? When did my family get a horse?

"This devil has a fever, is he infected?"

"Look at his leg, there's such a long line, it must be... He needs to be sent to the hospital..." Why are the villagers and my parents around me speaking words I don't understand?

After an unknown amount of time, the horses finally stopped pacing. All the villagers seemed to have gathered around him, craning their heads to look at him. Hey, it's just a rocking horse?

"How is he?" someone asked.

"It's probably an infected wound, festering. They say he rolled down the mountain? That's lucky," a female voice replied. "His general condition isn't very stable, and he's a bit dehydrated."

The body temperature is 38.2 degrees. He has some abrasions on his limbs and torso, but nothing serious.

It's not a big problem; there's a 10cm wound on my lower limb that's a bit troublesome and has become infected."

"Can he be saved?" another familiar young male voice asked. "Give me a definite answer."

"Commander, we can save him. If it was a serious bacteria... he would have been dead long ago," the woman said impatiently. "But we need sulfa drugs, and our own soldiers don't have enough. We don't know when the next batch will arrive... so let's give this escaped prisoner..."

"Hey! Now we can produce this stuff by ourselves. I will ask the division commander about the next batch. Why be stingy? Use it if you can. It's not just about treating prisoners well. This guy... is not that kind of die-hard militarist. He is worth saving. The villagers' incomprehensible whispers ended, and in their hazy dreams, there were sounds of glassware colliding, metal instruments clinking, and some liquids sloshing.

"Normal saline solution...the IV drip...made with that baby Xha..."

The dream scene changed, Sakaki just felt that the fast-moving clouds stopped and turned into a solidified sky, with some red crosses floating in the air.

I felt like I was lying in my mother's arms, feeling warm and relaxed.

After a while, his childhood sweetheart Fanzi came to his side and lowered her head to look into his eyes.

"Awake?"

"Awake?"

She kept asking, which made Saburo Sakaki a little annoyed. He wanted to reach out and chase the naughty girl away, but his weak hands could not lift up. He could only open his eyes with great effort to see what was happening. Then, the beautiful girl turned into a big man with a face full of grease paint, staring at him with big eyes, watching him wake up. The big man grinned: "Hey! Doctor! He's awake!"

"you....…"

With a click, Sakaki rolled his eyes and fainted again.

Chapter 121: Anxiety and Doubt

Inside the debridement room of the brigade hospital of the 359th Brigade, 120th Division of the Eighth Route Army, Saburo Sakaki wore a heroic expression. A stocky nurse, frowning, held an empty needle and repeatedly confirmed, "Sakaki Saburo, are you sure you don't want anesthesia?"

"My anesthetic, no need! Save it for those who need it!" He wrung out the towel and folded it into a strip. "Imperial soldier, I'm not afraid of the pain!"

Looking at the Japanese devil who was trying hard to close his eyes, biting the towel tightly, leaning stiffly on the back of the chair, and pinching the seat of the chair so that his knuckles were a little white, the nurse shook her head helplessly, sighed, turned around and put on a pair of blue nitrile gloves, prepared gauze, iodine and other things, and then took out the prepared saline solution and a sterilized brush.

Finally, she held up a dark brown glass bottle labeled "Hydrogen Peroxide Solution."

"He's still an imperial soldier. Young people these days just love to play the hero..."

A few seconds later, screams like pigs being slaughtered were heard from the brigade hospital.

"Aa ...

The power of sulfonamides is immense. A key byproduct of the Huinong Ironworks' coking area, these antimicrobial drugs, once known as "pink bullets," are a crucial tool in humanity's fight against pathogens, saving countless lives. However, in this ancient land, even though commercial use had already begun in Europe, these drugs remained a rare and precious commodity.

Sakaki had also heard of its name and knew how precious it was, but he had never thought that the Eighth Route Army would use this thing on himself - of course he didn't know that this thing was the newly established tar chemical vehicle in the coking branch of the Huinong Iron Plant.

At the same time, he also knew that in order to save this escaped "rebel", the Eighth Route Army injected him with saline and glucose, fed him expensive vitamin tablets, and used disinfectant to clean himself.

Wash the wound.