"Arudo, Jerome! Take some men and go after Pica. I'll take the others to link up with the main force. Once you're done, meet us at the medical unit. Understood?"
"Yes, sir! We'll get it done!"
Arudo and the Jerome Brothers accepted their orders, gathered a dozen or so soldiers, and followed the road toward the harbor.
After watching them go, Mingde turned to Kureha. "Come on. We should get moving too."
On the outskirts of West Town, inside a house.
After Mingde and his men had cleared the surrounding area, the house had become the Marines' wartime medical station. Minnie, who was in charge of protecting Chopper, sat by the window, watching the town center for a surprise attack. Every so often, she cast an admiring glance at Chopper as he worked.
It was clear that the reindeer doctor had never seen anything so bloody before. When they first entered town, the bodies strewn across the ground had turned him pale and made him vomit several times.
Even after he arrived here and took hold of his familiar medical kit, his hands had kept trembling.
It only got worse when the first wounded men were brought in!
Minnie remembered one in particular: a man whose leg had been blown off by a bomb. His entire right leg had been severed almost at the hip, leaving a bloody, mangled stump. The palm-length remnant kept jerking as he wailed and writhed in pain. It looked like something out of a horror movie.
Chopper had frozen on the spot, then dropped to the floor and vomited again.
At that point, Minnie had wondered whether he was a doctor at all. What kind of doctor threw up instead of treating a patient?
But Chopper soon proved himself.
He grabbed a handful of herbs