Bread, Milk, and Luncheon Meat!

[Da da da da da, da da da da!]

The incessant gunfire continued throughout the night, interspersed with the occasional boom of grenades. By this time, 'Kokujo' had already left in CP9 and with Biba Amatori and others.

Only the 'Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress' and the 'Iwato Castle' remain quietly at the station.

Crocodile's 1,000 elite Army had already annihilated most of the Kabane under their firepower.

Faced with a thousand well-ammunitioned heavy assault rifles, unless they coalesce into a massive plume of Black Mist, they would basically fall as many as they came.

The perimeter of the built-up area was now piled high with layers upon layers of severed limbs from Kabane; the entire scene could only be described as a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Under the moonlight of the Nightfall, it presents a magnificent apocalyptic scene depicting a massacre.

However, their very presence hindered the Army's entry into the city, forcing soldiers to use a large number of grenades to blast a bloody path through.

As for moving things in the past, that's something I wouldn't even consider.

Who knows if there are any Kabane survivors inside? We can give them a good shove while they're moving them. Although every soldier wore metal gauntlets and leg armor before coming, no one was willing to take such a pointless risk in the face of a bio-virus that could infect them with even the slightest wound.

Next, they will enter the interior of the towering buildings to search out the hidden Kabane one by one and then eliminate them all.

In fact, this was the most dangerous part of the mission. Compared to that, facing the Kabane horde, which was like a black wave, was much easier. All you had to do was keep pulling the trigger and change positions to reload. As long as the firepower was sufficient and the ammunition was plentiful, there were really no technical requirements.

Crocodile will not provide assistance during this process; this is an order Bullet conveyed to him via Den Den Mushi, with the aim of training these Army soldiers.

To be honest, Crocodile really didn't want to agree, not for any other reason than that he was annoyed.

He was Vice Admiral, Bullet was also Vice Admiral. Why should he act according to the other's orders? But he couldn't come up with a suitable reason to refute it.

Crocodile already knows the current situation of the Army. Although they are called Army Headquarters soldiers, their overall quality is actually similar to that of the soldiers in the Navy's Four Seas Division.

This won't do.

He's currently Vice Admiral in the Army, and a future Army General, even Army Fleet Admiral. If his soldiers are inferior to those at the Marine Headquarters, isn't that a disgrace to 'Sand Crocodile'?

Furthermore, Crocodile, who was not a reckless man, did not know how to train soldiers. He could only look down from the sky with a disgruntled expression, puffing on a smoking cigar, as squads of the Army dispersed into the streets and engaged in the most brutal urban warfare with the Kabane would occasionally pounce out.

"Pshaw, what's so great about being good at training troops? Admiral and Fleet Admiral aren't judged by their training skills; the most important things are strength and strategy."

But at this moment, both Crocodile and Bullet overlooked a more important factor: support from the highest levels!

Outside the station.

A large open space had been cleared out, and two large tents were placed on the left and right sides. Behind the tents, square cloths of various colors were pieced together and laid on the ground.

"Line up!"

"Men in one team, women in another. I'm sure you're all very familiar with the parade. Keep quiet and don't move!"

A slightly chubby, short-haired boy wearing a light green jacket over a blue shirt was seen holding a megaphone made of sheet metal and shouting loudly at the people at the back of the line.

He is Ikoma's good friend, Takumi, who participated in the development of the "Piercing Gun". Like Ikoma, he was a station worker at the Aragane Station, mainly responsible for inspecting the stations to and from the "Station City".

In fact, there was no need for him to maintain order. Firstly, there were hundreds of the Army soldiers armed with heavy assault rifles guarding the long line. Secondly, the sand on the survivors had not yet been removed.

But Ayame Yomogawa still had Takumi out to shout.

As it turned out, the effect was very good; his voice gave the survivors of Aragane Station and Iwato Station a strange sense of security.

After all, his attire and appearance clearly indicated he was one of their own; sometimes familiarity is the best reassurance.

Inside the tent, a young girl casually took off her pale yellow kimono and stood there naked, allowing Yukina and Kijima beside her to carefully examine her body for any wounds caused by the Kabane.

Meanwhile, Ayame Yomogawa stood not far away, facing the girl undergoing the examination with a gentle smile, which gradually calmed the latter's somewhat nervous mood.

"Safety!"

"Safety!"

As Yukina and Qiu spoke one after the other, the girl visibly relaxed and began to put her clothes back on. Then, she shyly saluted Ayame Yomogawa and quickly walked out of the tent from the other end. Behind her, an older woman entered the tent in order and began to undergo the same examination.

"Give."

Just as the first girl in the kimono to finish her check-up was about to find a place to sit down and rest for a while, she noticed three square tables placed next to the exit.

The girl froze upon seeing what was on the table.

On the first square table were stacks of yellowish, block-shaped objects; on the second square table were small white boxes, each about the size of a palm; and on the third square table were what appeared to be Kotetsu?

At the same time.

Next to the three square tables stood a notice board with a few brief lines of text written in their most familiar Wano Script, Japanese.

"One serving consists of a piece of bread, a carton of milk, and a can of luncheon meat."

"Each person, including children, is entitled to only their own portion of food."

"After use, please return the milk carton and tin to the designated location for collection."

In addition, vivid illustrations show how to insert a straw into a milk carton and how to open a can of luncheon meat.

"Is all of this for us to eat?"

"But what is bread? What is luncheon meat? And what is milk in here?" The girl looked at everything in front of her in shock.

"No, no, meat? There's meat in there!!"

Because of the Kabane, they lost most of their land, leaving very little land for rice cultivation. Rice and milk were basically only enjoyed by the upper class and the wealthy, and meat was ridiculously expensive. The lower classes could only occasionally buy a skewer or two at the night market to taste it.

Their staple foods are basically Taro, millet, radishes, and mushrooms.

"Don't block the way here, grab something and go eat."

At this moment, an Army soldier with an assault rifle, who was on guard duty, urged her in a deep voice. This startled the girl, who quickly grabbed a piece of bread, a carton of milk, and a can of luncheon meat. She hurried to the open space covered with a thin cloth, sat down, and then curiously looked at the things in front of her.

"Wow, it's so soft!"

The girl touched the surface of the bread with her slender, fair fingers and found that she could easily press an indentation into it. She picked it up and took a bite, immediately feeling a soft, sweet flavor fill her mouth.

"So delicious!"

Suddenly, she felt a sense of happiness from the food, especially since the bread was sweet! Did they put sugar in it?

That's candy!

Suddenly, a loud, excited shout rang out from the open space in the opposite men's section. It turned out that someone had successfully opened the tin can and tasted the salty, pink meat inside.

Wow, it really is meat!

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