Canteen System Assistance Notes

This piece of tofu is so brief that it doesn't even mention things like "He remained calm in the face of attacks from dozens of enemy soldiers, commanded a counterattack, and killed over ten enemies in succession," "Even after his ammunition ran out, he still drew his sword and launched a relentless and fearless charge against the enemy, beheading several more," or "Until he collapsed to exhaustion under siege, he remained motionless, and the enemy dared not approach." The only thing it does have is that General Miura bowed three times toward the Imperial Palace before dying.

After all, if a major general died under his command, General Sakagami would be in trouble, and Chief of Operations Ishihara, who condoned his actions, would also be in trouble. It would also be troublesome if he caught a cold - but if he caught leg ulcer, the leader would not be in trouble and no one would be in trouble. It was a very convenient solution.

Seeing this, Miura Toshiji didn't eat for the entire day. Once he figured out the real reason, he quickly changed his mind about cooperating with the Eighth Route Army. However, the intelligence he could provide was too little, and he didn't have any serious crimes that could be immediately convicted. So, the Eighth Route Army temporarily imprisoned him in a temple in the Wutai base, waiting to deal with him later.

Then he became a Buddhist.

"Amitabha." Mr. Miura put down the wooden fish, clasped his hands together, and did not stand up immediately. "Donor, please do not be impatient... When I was captured, I knew

You can’t eat hot tofu in a hurry…”

"No hurry? Miura Toshiji, sir, our labor reform team is short of you. If you don't go back to work, we won't be able to complete this week's work tasks, and everyone will go hungry!" The head that popped in from the door suddenly looked as if it was desperate but couldn't find a toilet. "Several other labor teams have won the advanced red flag!"

"An advanced red flag? Donor, I can even give up the honor of being an imperial soldier, let alone a red flag?" Miura Toshiji stood up, but did not show any intention of moving. "Haven't I already earned enough work points yesterday? The extra work points can only be exchanged for some food and clothing, material possessions..."

"As for you, benefactor, someone who values ​​honor so much in the Imperial Army should have a bright future. But now you are imprisoned with me. What a pity, what a sigh!" "Miura Toshiji, sir! I call you sir only because I was once a Neon soldier, but that is in the past! I am an activist now! Let's go!" "Then please wait for a moment, until I finish reading this chapter..."

"You idiot... you idiot!" the former Japanese soldier mustered up the courage to curse. "Sir, if you keep dragging your feet, I'll call the guards at the labor camp!" "Oh, right away. I'll be right there."

The reputation of the discipline guards was still formidable. Miura Toshiji knew that one of his former roommates, who had been a prisoner and had demanded that others treat him the same way they would treat a lieutenant, had formed a gang and was therefore honorably sent to an advanced coal mine; another, who had been found to have participated in a "village annihilation" campaign, was taken away for public trial and shot; and another, who had been slacking off during labor reform and not actively working, had refused to repent despite repeated warnings and was therefore put on a truck by the discipline guards and taken away.

The rumor in the labor camp was that the man was sent to the Northwest Highway site, where conditions were harsh, to pound stones, and was then killed by stones flying out of the blast - no one knew whether it was true or not, but the rumor sounded very convincing.

Miura quickly stood up, donned the old cotton-padded jacket the labor camp had issued him, and staggered out to catch up with the main group. The wind outside was chilly, but fortunately, they weren't far from the labor camp—next door was a small coal mine near Fushi, producing low-quality coal. Their job was to mix the pulverized coal with water brought down from the mountains in the right proportions, then create honeycomb briquettes.

"Everyone! Our team is already ahead today! If you fake monks from the neighboring Kaga Domain don't complete your labor assignments, the big wooden tub for bathing will belong to us!"

Another group of ordinary soldiers made up of labor reform teams showed off to Miura that they organized themselves and divided people into "coal carrying team", "yellow mud team" and "mixing team".

The division of labor and cooperation are very efficient and have always been the first in the labor reform team.

Join the collective.

In addition to meeting the work point requirements for self-sufficiency, they could also exceed the requirements in exchange for reward items - from miso and soy sauce to new clothes and socks, to large wooden barrels that could accommodate several people for a bath. This tangible improvement in the quality of life made them stand up straighter in the labor camp, and they became increasingly disdainful of those officers who were unwilling to work.

"Alas, benefactor, why are you imprisoned, yet you still disrespect your king and father, and toil away for petty gains?"

Miura clasped his hands together and retorted, but he had no strength, "ridiculous, ridiculous..."

"Hahahaha!" The people in the work team burst into laughter when they saw Miura clasping his hands together, completely losing their proper manners when facing a general. "Fake abbot! The extra work points can be exchanged for rice! We can eat white rice every day!"

"Yes, yes, that's a silver relic! If you make more coal cakes every day, you can eat white rice... We couldn't even imagine such a small profit before!" Someone put down his tools and turned his butt towards Miura: "General! If we eat white rice every day, we will get beriberi and die heroically for our country!" "You..."

Even though he had converted to Buddhism, Miura Toshiji's heart was still trembling violently. These soldiers before him, just half a year ago, were qualified soldiers as docile as lambs when facing the officers, and would only nod and bow. But in such a short period of time, they had become such lawless, disloyal and inhumane people.

These communists are all brainwashing bastards! Miura Toshiji took a deep breath and tried to tell himself to control his anger again and again. Now he has seen through the world and converted to Buddhism. In this life, he only wants to pursue the bliss of the West and the authentic East. He must not have too much intersection with such vulgar things anymore.

What rice, what new clothes, none of my business, I eat with a gourd of food, drink with a cup of water, and I am content and happy... At this moment, someone next to him pushed him:

"Miura... Under the pavilion, if you don't light the honeycomb coal, the incense will stop burning. There will be no stove to burn at night. If you don't freeze to death, what's the point of chanting Buddha's name?"

"Oh, okay, I'll call right away."

Toshiji Miura picked up the iron mold and poked it into the mixed coal sludge pile.

Chapter 152: Goodbye Wuyin (V) Old Red Army

“Three, two,—…Bang!”

If running fast can be described as "an arrow from a bow," then the speed of these soldiers at this moment could be described as a cannonball. At the sound of the starting gun, athletes in colorful sportswear and bearing name and number tags shot off from the white and gray starting line, winding up their springs and gathering their strength, roaring and charging forward.

On the dirt slopes beside the sports field, the companies and platoons erupted in cheers, as if they were the ones running on the field. For a moment, the suona, gongs, and drums blared, and the cheers shook the heavens. It was a lively scene. In the north wind, the banners bearing the slogan "689th Regiment Winter Games" whirred like the whirring of soldiers passing through the air—this was the first event of the so-called "Grand Relay Race."

400-meter obstacle race.

Comrade Wang Tiechui was hunched over, his feet trembling as he ran. As acting platoon leader, he had taken the lead, running the life-or-death 400-meter obstacle course. Although his spiked shoes were slippery in the creek, it was perfectly suited for running. He had no time for anything else. He braked sharply at the finish line, barely managed to turn around the flag, and then rushed towards the first set of obstacles.

Bounce, bang, bang, Wang Tiechui jumped over the three-step pile cleanly and neatly. He felt that his speed had hardly decreased and his breathing was still even. Facing the wide trench obstacle, he jumped over it in one stride - the referee beside him raised a small red flag, indicating that he had completed this subject.

The big mooncakes I ate in the morning worked, although they were very greasy!

Wang Tiechui was filled with joy. The comrades on the two surrounding tracks were still sprinting towards the three-step pile, and he had even passed the next obstacle. Let's go, first place belongs to our battalion!

A low wall with a hole in it appeared before him. He braced himself with one hand and pushed with both feet. The muscles, once honed on the march, seemed to retain their memory and released kinetic energy, carrying him lightly over the obstacle. For over a year in the army, Wang Tiechui had eaten well, slept well, and trained relentlessly. His physical fitness was now far superior to what it had been a few years prior. Although his speed had slowed and his breathing had quickened by the time he reached this point, the high diving platform, a test of his full strength and coordination, was no match for him. With a twist of his arm, Wang Tiechui scaled the platform and leaped onto the ladder.

Not caring whether it looked good or not, he crawled forward using his hands and feet, rushing towards the next obstacle.

The balancing bridge was a little bit of a challenge, but the high wooden wall was no problem. The crawling forward of the low pile net was almost like instinct. Wang Tiechui passed the last few obstacles smoothly.

As the referee raised the red flag, he finally completed the first round of crossing.

He had just crossed the obstacle and was back to the starting point - that's where he had started and completed the 100-meter dash. Now, he only needed to cross the turning flag, use another method to pass the obstacle, and then sprint another 100 meters and it would be over!

Instead of the flag stuck in the ground, a referee appeared. He stopped Wang Tiechui, pointed at the paper and pen on the table, and shouted something. Hmm? What happened?

"Brother Tiechui! Quick! Answer the questions!"

Oh, Qian, answer the question!

The 400-meter obstacle course at the Winter Games was divided into two sections. The first 100 meters and 100-meter obstacle course were considered the first section, while the other 100-meter obstacle course and 100 meters were considered the second section. Connecting these two sections was the on-site question-answering! Wang Tiechui ran so hard that he actually forgot the rules of the competition announced before the game. Only those who had answered the questions could continue to the next section, and if they answered the questions incorrectly, they would have to pay penalty time when calculating the total score.

"Answer the questions quickly! You can run only after you finish answering them!"

The cheers of the cheerleaders around him were deafening, and Wang Tiechui finally sorted out his thoughts. Yes, he had to finish the test now! He grabbed a pen and paper, took a deep breath, and tried to concentrate, as if trying to get the blood that had gathered in his limbs to flow back to his brain, so that he could switch from "muscle mode" back to "exam mode."

Um, the first question is, write your own name, the name of the battalion commander, the name of the regiment commander...

Okay, okay, first of all, what's my name, Wang Dachui? Shit, no, it's hammer, sickle hammer...

Wang Tiechui scribbled "Wang Hammer" on the paper, then realized what was happening, slapped himself on the face, crossed out his name, and rewrote "Wang Tiechui". Question 2: Why does it rain heavily in the summer afternoon?

Damn it, why is it raining? If it rains, what can I do about it?

Wang Tiechui was sweating profusely, not sure if it was from exhaustion or anxiety, because his lagging comrades had already crawled over the last low-stakes net and rushed to the small answering table, closing the gap. Even more frustrating, even though those people were running out of breath, they actually glanced at the questions and started writing quickly.

I'm not the only one who can't answer the question!

"It rains because the Dragon King sprays (crossed out), and the sun is scorching, scorching..." Wang Tiechui's hands began to tremble as he desperately recalled the knowledge from his literacy textbook. "The sun is yang, and yang energy is strong in the afternoons in the summer. Water vapor is yin, and when it is exposed to yang energy, it rises from the water. When it reaches the sky, the yin and yang combine to produce a rainstorm."

That should be it, that's right. He quickly finished answering the second question and glanced at the third question: Question 3, who is the current president of the United States?

Oh, I know this question. The man's last name is Luo. He contracted an illness as a child and lost his leg, but he overcame all odds and became president. Wang Tiechui wrote "President Luo the Lame" in large letters on a piece of paper, shoved the paper into the referee's hand, dropped his pen, and ran. Several of his comrades were even quicker to rush over to the low-pile fence, ready to step through the gaps in the wire!

Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Here comes your hammer grandpa!

The same obstacles, but different ways to overcome them: low-pile nets, high walls, single-plank bridges, ladders, high-plank platforms, low walls, and, of course, trenches and five-step piles. Wang Tiechui ran, jumped, crawled, and climbed, and after crossing the final turning point, he finally caught up with his comrades who had surpassed him during the test-taking session.

100-meter sprint, ahhhhhhh!

By this point, Wang Tiechui no longer felt the fatigue in his limbs. Aches and fatigue were crawling through his body, and his lungs felt like they were on fire, as if they couldn't sustain the all-out charge any second, ready to collapse at any moment. Yet, as if etched with memories, his body burned with determination and strength, driving him like an arrow from a bow towards the finish line.

Win! Win! Whether charging into battle or competing on the training ground, this desire had been deeply ingrained in Wang Tiechui's mind since he joined the Red Army. His previous slacking and muddling through life in the Jilin Province Self-Defense Force, a subsidiary of the Fengtian Army, had been replaced by this desire to be number one, completely transforming him.

He felt like a horse, a gust of wind, a flash of lightning, leaving everything behind. After overcoming endless difficulties, he ran towards the not-so-distant finish line and a tomorrow filled with cheers and applause.

Chapter 153 Hello Jimao (Summary)

“Don’t limit yourself to narrow empiricism.”

The Chairman commented on the report, "Even Comrade Xiao Liu repeatedly reminded us that the knowledge he brought with him would not be suitable for our current environment if directly applied. We cannot rely entirely on rural statistical work, as we can in industry and commerce, to use terminals to replace manual labor."

"Determining work guidelines based on actual conditions is the most basic working method that all Communist Party members must firmly remember. Our cadres must continue to go down to the grassroots, to the countryside, visiting every village and alley to do a good job of basic work." This year's border region statistical report was not submitted on time, but was delayed for several days. Although the report was originally scheduled to be completed on January 20th, this speed was already unimaginably fast in the world of 139 years ago. The report was only submitted before the arrival of February. The reason for this was that the comrades who conducted the preliminary review discovered that the rural production data in some areas only included convenient settlements and public farms, and then simply calculated a ratio, without actually counting the data of some remote natural villages.

Fortunately, after a landline call was made, the grassroots level ordered the corresponding responsible persons to make rectifications immediately, and the time for finally forming the entire report was not delayed too long.

The largest section of the report is about agriculture.

The border region had a bumper harvest this year. Due to the addition of large areas of irrigated land in the Huinong District and the updating of agricultural techniques, agricultural tools and production organization forms, the border region's grain output in 1938 reached and exceeded the historical peak production capacity of the Shaanxi-Gansu-Ningxia Border Region - 181.72 million shi, or about 109,000 tons of grain - reaching 150,000 tons.

After the spring plowing season of 39, when the border region's agricultural machinery, fertilizer, and pesticide plants had completed capacity increases, the central government estimated that the agricultural production capacity of the two core areas, the border region and Huinong, would rise to over 20 tons. Furthermore, because Huinong District had flat terrain and infrastructure such as canals, its main crop yield was wheat, a "fine grain." Therefore, while ensuring a reasonable burden on farmers, the border region slightly increased the proportion of public grain in 1933, collecting a total of 20 dan, or 1.2 tons of grain.

Combined with the Great Production Movement, public farms, grain purchases, and the funds allocated to the Border Region government by the government for preserved fruits (in 38, preserved fruits were still paid to the Border Region as normal), the Border Region's food supply would be sufficient to feed a non-agricultural population of over 15! Furthermore, with two canteen terminals capable of producing a combined daily supply of 9 meals, the Border Region and Huinong had a large number of workers and troops whose food was not borne by the Border Region's finances. This reassuring situation made the Chairman feel a sudden relief from his stress, and he muttered his classic catchphrase:

"If you have food in your hands, you won't be worried."

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The second part of the report was about industry and commerce. The management of this part of the border region was still at a nascent stage, governed by the Border Region Government and the Industrialization and Standardization Administration, an "office" under the Military Commission with two separate teams. Therefore, even with the assistance of cutting-edge computing and information processing technology, the results they produced were relatively slow. Seeing those comrades working overtime all day and getting dark circles under their eyes, some members of the committee had already proposed that the management functions of industry and commerce be separated into an independent department, to be managed directly by the Central Committee.

But now, despite being tired, with the help of Red Bull and coffee, these officials still produced a very "Western" report. In the printed report,

Several charts and texts are alternately matched, and with the help of the file template,

It allows several leaders to see everything clearly and experience the futuristic administrative system.

By now, the border region's industrial core had formed two main areas: Fushi and Huinong. The Fushi core primarily relied on existing, rudimentary workshops to develop export-oriented "handicrafts and packaging industries." Taking advantage of the central location, it also engaged in labor-intensive military production, such as grenade assembly, bullet and shell production and reloading, and firearms assembly, all of which exuded a strong sense of "Anxunsi."

As for Huinong District, the tens of thousands of workers, miners, and technicians from Shanxi Province and the Jidong Uprising demonstrated superior organization and discipline compared to the core group of artisans, farmers, and even progressive youth organized in Fushi. The "Huinong Community," formed around the numerous factories of the first phase of the Huinong Ironworks, contributed over 80% of the border region's steel, coal, nonferrous metals, and chemical production capacity, and handled nearly all of the machining, casting, and forging work. Besides guns and ammunition, Huinong also relied on numerous factories along the Huinong-Border Region transportation line to provide a large supply of advanced "industrial products," such as cast iron farm implements, hand tools, safety matches, rubber carts, miniature hydroelectric generators, and pot-camel steam engines.

Compared to truly industrialized nations, these products might not be considered advanced at all, but within China, they're undoubtedly unique. At the end of the report, colleagues from the Industry Department included a brief comparison: "Currently, the industrial production capacity of the Fushe Center has surpassed or even doubled that of Yan Xishan's 'Jinyang Industrial Bureau,' while the Huinong Central Industrial Zone boasts several times that of Fushe."

As for the commercial part…the Chairman instructed to glance at the conclusion briefly, without going into detail, because Accountant Chen had already described the current commercial situation in the border area during their conversation:

"Chairman, they say imperialism is fleecing us with the industrial scissors, making lucrative profits. Right now, we're exploiting the price differential for labor to fleece Bo Xiaoliu, and we're also fleecing the entire Kuomintang-controlled area with the industrial product scissors... There's so much we can do in this regard!"

The 1938 Border Region Report came out just like that, while the reports from the various bases came out a little later. After all, except for Huinong, the bases had not yet set up new canteen branches. However, the mass-produced automatic key radios connected the various regions, allowing the central government's communication with the various bases to reach a level far beyond history, avoiding many misunderstandings, misjudgments and contradictions caused by poor information communication, but also generating new arguments, conflicts and confrontations that were different from history.

To this end, Zhou Gong, along with Minister Deng and Mr. Li Zetian, have already gone to the Yangtze River Basin, with the momentum of a mountain pressing down on their heads, intending to once again position and plan the development situation in the south, and effectively integrate the various forces on the intelligence front.

The Chairman put down the report. The setting sun disappeared, leaving only some golden sunlight coming out from behind the mountain, illuminating half the sky red. On the other side of the sky, a full moon and a few sparse stars were shining magically on the blue sky - it was already late.

Although his health doctor had told him many times, the chairman was still used to working at night. He stood up and walked to the window, pulled the curtains, and pulled the rope. White light lit up in the room, illuminating his desk.

The Chairman knew that this was electricity generated by the newly built power plant in Fushi. Now, at least for lighting, this small city in the river valley no longer needed to rely on the super-temporal power provided by the cafeteria substation. And outside the window, this ancient river valley town was dotted with lights.

The Chairman lit a "Workers, Peasants and Soldiers" volley. In the misty smoke, he muttered to himself: "In short, the road is tortuous, but the future is bright."

Chapter 154: New Year's Accident

The 689th Regiment of the 344th Brigade has been a bit depressed recently.

The story began two weeks ago. The guerrillas in the region were working in a village below Hebi when they encountered a landlord. This wealthy landlord, while publicly professing his cooperation with our army, secretly contacted the Japanese army through traitors and puppet troops, stockpiled munitions, and organized a Tuweizi guard in an attempt to resist our army's land reform efforts.

They got a very old "Chinese machine gun" from somewhere and suddenly attacked our guerrillas when they came to visit and "talked about the truth". The guerrillas, who only had one-third rifles, were caught off guard and several comrades were injured or even killed.

The enraged guerrillas immediately called in "heavy firepower". The county brigade's turtle fist guidance team arrived and, by digging diversion grooves on the ground, fired a 500g high-explosive warhead with a turtle fist, sending the guard in the earthen wall and the jammed national machine gun to meet the Buddha in the West.

But when they rushed through the door, they found that the landlord had actually run away! The guerrillas on the periphery reported that the puppet army troops in Hebi had been dispatched, seemingly to support them. There seemed to be at least 500 or 600 of them, and they even brought heavy machine guns!

This was a situation that the Hebi guerrillas found difficult to deal with. After setting up blockades, the soldiers of the district squad and county brigade present immediately prepared to retreat to avoid the enemy's sharp edge, and then quickly reported the situation to the military sub-district through the county brigade's channels. Generally, in this situation, the main force of the military sub-district would rush to support as much as possible.

The Second Battalion of the 689th Regiment, which was nearby, was caught in the act. The soldiers who were training grabbed their weapons and rushed over to join the guerrillas. They first surrounded the completely unprepared puppet troops not far from the county town, making a complete mess. The old and worn-out "Vickers" heavy machine gun was sent to accompany the French compatriot with the semi-circular magazine by the 60mm mortar of our army's firearms platoon before it had even fired half a belt of ammunition.

Then, after the Second Battalion learned that this group of enemy soldiers accounted for half of the puppet army stationed there, and that the emergency force in Hebi was already depleted, they took advantage of the night to launch a siege, chased the fleeing puppet army, and captured Hebi City.

Although the Japanese would soon dispatch a large force along the railway line to rescue them, capturing a town was a matter of great joy. The military sub-district mobilized nearby troops, guerrillas, militia, and the masses, seizing enemy and puppet assets within the city as taxes and fees for the war against Japan, a "local transfer."

Herein lay the problem: after capturing Hebi Railway Station (Qixian Station*), the Second Battalion discovered a grain warehouse filled with flour that had just been transported by the puppet army. Seeing this, the comrades realized they had no choice but to ask the villagers driving the carts to line up, and the soldiers formed a human conveyor belt to haul away all the flour.

Then, just two weeks later, the 2nd Battalion of the 689th Regiment, which had made a small fortune, had a series of people suffering from cold and fever. If the soldiers hadn't been shivering from the cold,

If it weren't for the fever and drowsiness - this symptom spread rapidly, and soon the whole

The Second Battalion was "completely defeated" and all of them suffered from this "alternating hot and cold" problem, all of them were shivering and lost their combat effectiveness.

This is outrageous!

The suspected "infectious disease" within the 689th Regiment changed the nature of the situation. Although regimental commander Han Xuanfeng felt embarrassed, he remained unequivocal in this critical moment.

Following the method of dealing with infectious diseases, he first withdrew his troops, then cleaned up a village, isolated all the sick soldiers of the Second Battalion, and gathered the remaining soldiers who had not yet fallen ill for management; at the same time, he asked the communication board to send a message quickly, informing the brigade headquarters and the nearby 129th Division of the situation, and requested his superiors to send doctors and nurses to support, concentrating all efforts to treat the more than 300 sick people.

A cordon was set up, latrines dug, and contaminated and clean areas established. Before the 689th Regiment's own medical platoon could complete the basic work, the division's supporting medical team arrived. An anxious Han Xuanfeng soon received the military doctors' verdict: all 300 men in the Second Battalion had contracted malaria.

Ah? Malaria? This kind of illness was not unfamiliar to Captain Han; it was not uncommon in the country at this time. However, infectious diseases spread by mosquito bites should only reach their peak in the summer. Now, it was only February, so cold, how could there be mosquitoes rampaging?

"Are you sure?" Captain Han grabbed the pathologist, who had just emerged from the darkroom, holding a "developed" microscope photo. "100%, Commander."

The pathologist held up a printed color photograph and pointed to the tiny purple spots marked with dye. "We discovered these when examining the patient's peripheral blood smear. They're typical Plasmodium trophozoites. Commander, although it's unbelievable, 'but the comrades of the Second Battalion did indeed collectively contract malaria in the middle of winter.'"

After eliminating all possibilities and obtaining conclusive evidence, even if you find it hard to believe the result, it is the undeniable answer. "How could someone get malaria in the middle of winter?"

"Captain, let's not rush now. The epidemiological investigation is still ongoing," the young pathologist said with an air of undeniable conviction. "Malaria is a blood-borne disease. As long as we maintain proper isolation, no new comrades will be infected. We urgently need enough medicine to save those already ill. As long as the medicine is in place, the mortality rate can be brought under control!"

Upon hearing this news, Han Xuanfeng's mood brightened. He jumped up and said quickly, "Okay, okay, what medicine do you need? For malaria? Whatever medicine you need? As long as I, Han Xuanfeng, can get it, just tell me!"

The girl poked her cheek and thought for a moment. "The doctor's manual says that to treat malaria, you need quinine. Then, to treat the patient's fever, you need antipyretics. Then you need mannitol, dofop, and... what's the substitute?"

"Plasma substitute, that is, low molecular weight dextran."

The leader of the medical team came over and took over the girl's words and said to Captain Han: "Comrade, that thing is mainly used to treat critically ill patients. Although we can't give birth ourselves, we can temporarily use blood donation as a substitute.

"The main problem right now is that the 344th Brigade and the 129th Division's usual medical reserves consist primarily of hemostatics and anti-inflammatory drugs for combat wounded patients. Summer isn't here yet, and we can't find that much quinine, even if we try our best."