I want to be a good person

The six counties of Bashang have been indirectly infiltrated by the Japanese, who are wreaking havoc in the northern land with their strategy of using Chinese to control Chinese.

There are always people in high positions who choose to kneel down in humility, mining for the Japanese devils, growing opium, purchasing agricultural products at low prices, assisting Japanese businessmen in dumping industrialized products, impacting the only remaining industrial system, and complacently believing that they are saving themselves in a roundabout way, and are extremely moved by themselves.

Going north along Zhangku Avenue, the road was really not peaceful. Zhang Aiguo, who was alone, had already encountered four or five groups of bandits. They all thought that Zhang Aiguo, wearing a long gown, was a little lamb. How could they know that he was a wolf in sheep's clothing?

All they encountered were small gangs of bandits who had been hastily put together their forces. Apart from cold weapons, they had only a few homemade guns. They were useless to use and a pity to throw away. They were simply useless. And they had not encountered any truly powerful horse bandits yet.

Zhang Aiguo watched the occasional passenger bus passing by, which brought up a gust of yellow whirlwind and a rustling wail on the dry ground. His eyes were filled with traces left by time and wind and frost.

On the bare road, there were no longer the melodious sounds of camel bells or the crisp sounds of horse bells.

The road is still the same road, but the people are no longer the same people.

Zhangjiakou’s story of decline will continue and will only get worse. Its own military strategic position has led to a bottleneck in its economic development.

Competing for supremacy is a dream that every man has. As he grows older, the purest thoughts are suppressed and treasured, even though they are so naive.

When we grow up, we lose our self. We become what others say we are, become the person we once hated, and hope to become the person they despise the most.

History is a cycle. No matter whether it is an individual, an organization, or anything else, no one can stop the wheel of history from rolling forward, and all will be crushed to pieces!

Zhang Aiguo knows his own limitations and cannot change anything, so he can only do something to the best of his ability.

Time is a delicate carving knife, and it is not fair or just. It carves wrinkles on people's faces, some deep, some shallow, and some fine. Some people will even have their names carved on the monument by the hands of craftsmen!

In troubled times, more people became anonymous, a string of cold numbers.

Zhang Aiguo rode Yan Xiaowen's white mount through the waves. Adjutant Song and Yan Xiaowen's horses were obviously stronger and taller. The mount also reflected a person's social status. Those who ate grass in the previous life have become those who drink oil or consume electricity. The lower class is still the lower class, and the moon is still the moon, with the same clear distinction!

The sun is still the same sun, just with a different name.

It is God's will that when I arrive in a region, I should light a stick of incense to pay tribute to the heroes who have sacrificed their lives for the nation, because in the future they...

Zhang Aiguo felt something in his heart, so he got off his horse, went to the field, gathered the soil into a pile, and decided to do what he thought.

Holding the incense sticks in his hand, he bowed three times solemnly without making any sound, but silently chanted in his heart: "Unknown heroes, please rest in peace! Every Chinese with a conscience will never forget your sacrifice of your lives!"

The duration of a stick of incense is neither long nor short.

The dark red incense head is as flat as a dragon, and the curling green smoke rises in the air like a dragon!

After doing all this, Zhang Aiguo knew that the only remaining shackles were gone, and he had completely integrated into this time and space, this world.

In the distance came the sound of "da da, da da" of horse hooves and unknown strange cries, accompanied by a few gunshots. The old bandits' habit is often to take the initiative. As long as you are panicked, afraid, and helpless, that's when they will reap your life.

Zhang Aiguo was too lazy to negotiate or deal with them. The spring customs in each place were different. In the final analysis, it all depended on who had the harder and bigger fist. Whoever had the final say had the final say.

As a person who holds the truth, it is better to convince others with reason, which is what we are best at.

Mauser rifle in hand, he caught the leading horse bandit in his sight.

"Boom"

With a gunshot, the other party fell off his horse, and the horse's hooves behind him stepped directly over his body.

"Boom~Boom~Boom"

Three more shots.

The smoke from the muzzles filled the air, and life was like grass, withering away in an instant.

The opponent had just started to stretch out their pace and had not yet started running. There was still more than 150 meters away when their formation paused, and then the retaliation bullets began to whiz past.

The enemy's horses began to quickly change from running to charging, and some raised their sabers, ready to charge.

According to the speed of a horse sprinting, if calculated based on the average speed of 15 meters per second, it will take more than 10 seconds to reach Zhang Aiguo, which is very fast.

The world's racing horse sprint speed is around 70 kilometers per hour. The Mongolian horse has good endurance and its sprint speed is between 40 and 50 kilometers.

Trained war horses are indeed different and can smoothly follow orders and lie down on the ground.

Due to the installation of an optical sight, the magazine of the Mauser M1924 rifle cannot be used and can only be loaded manually. It is Zhang Aiguo's habit to keep the last bullet in the rifle, because the sniper rifle can shoot farther and more accurately.

He changed the weapon in his hand to a big-bellied box with a side-opening door and fired rapidly. The remaining five or six bandits shouted, and the horses made an arc and ran to both sides, running faster and faster, and they disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye.

The warhorse stood up and stayed where it was. Zhang Aiguo bent over and ran towards the place where the bandit fell off his horse.

When you see a figure on the ground from a distance, whether it is alive or dead, aim at the head and upper torso and shoot.

After the first shot, the two bodies on the ground actually moved.

After a roll, two gunshots were heard.

"bang, bang"

Two bullets grazed his scalp.

Being cautious requires being even more cautious. Apart from being killed by a talkative villain, not being reckless and not being greedy for credit are also factors for survival.

After Zhang Aiguo fired the gun, he immediately lay down on the ground without any hesitation. It was this action that saved his life.

"Bang~Bang"

The two sides started shooting at each other, causing mud to fly everywhere.

At the beginning, the two sides fought back and forth. From the sound of the opponent's guns, it was also a box rifle, but it was not known whether it was a Spanish imitation, a domestically produced one, or an original German Mauser.

Zhang Aiguo counted the gunshots and did not rashly pull out a grenade to attack. He was wary of the old bandit's shooting skills. The two sides exchanged fire at a distance of more than 50 meters. The exposed area of ​​their bodies was very small, and no one could make a mistake.

While I was hesitating whether to use the Chicago typewriter, I heard the sound of horse hooves behind me.

Zhang Aiguo looked back and was shocked.

Oh shit, I thought these bandits had escaped, but I didn’t expect they had made a flanking move from both wings, and there were even reserve personnel.

Without further ado, my own M08/15 machine gun is more useful.

"suddenly"

A series of short bursts of gunfire rang out, and the bandits fell one after another.

The emergence of machine guns allowed the once fierce, aggressive nomadic people to sing and dance again and become peace-loving.

Although it may not be completely correct, it is precisely because of the emergence of powerful land warfare weapons such as light and heavy machine guns, tanks, etc. that the status of cavalry on the battlefield has changed. From the previous main assault force, it has become a useless thing that is tasteless to eat and a pity to discard.

However, on the Chinese battlefield, the Nationalist Army, which had not yet completed the mule and horse transformation, suffered a great loss when facing the Japanese cavalry and baggage troops. Their weapons had backward firepower and mobility, making it difficult to achieve the planned tactical intentions. They were defeated by the Japanese at a glance, and the wholehearted efforts of the micro-manipulation master resulted in the loss of countless lives.

The gunfire stopped, and the unmanned horses stopped after a short run. Some were eating grass, while others returned to their owners, snorting and nudging their bodies with their noses in an attempt to wake them up.

All creatures have spirits and can be grateful, except one!

The wind blew, carrying the smell of blood, covering up the smell of grass.

The sun emitted red light and strong ultraviolet rays, and coupled with the wind, Zhang Aiguo's face, neck, hands, and all exposed skin turned black.

The blood will turn black!