I want to be a good person

"Yoshi"

A short and strong Japanese soldier put away the Type 38 rifle that was lying horizontally, put it on his shoulder, and ran towards the artillery tower behind him, with the plaster flag on his bayonet fluttering behind his head.

With a few bird calls.

The turret lowered the drawbridge.

After a while, three or four puppet soldiers came out one after another, with sleepy eyes and yellow secretions hanging from the corners of their eyes. Their buttons were unbuttoned and their hats were not on.

After the puppet troops crossed the trench, the suspension bridge was pulled up again.

"Hurry up"

At the checkpoint, a puppet soldier reached out and took the reins of the mule, and pulled the mule towards the artillery tower while humming a song.

Another one snatched the whip and whipped it with his hand.

"Snapped"

The mule felt pain and jumped up suddenly.

The puppet soldiers laughed loudly and pretended to continue fighting.

Zhang Aiguo quickly grabbed the puppet soldier's hand and said with tears in his eyes: "Boss, the whip is not a real whip, it's a whip flower."

"Fuck you, you feel bad for beating an animal."

The puppet soldier's eyes were vicious, and he raised his whip to hit Zhang Aiguo.

"Okay, let's do what we need to do."

Translator Fang stopped the puppet army with a kind face, but the coldness and arrogance in his eyes could not be concealed.

Drivers all feel sorry for animals and have feelings for them. But sometimes humans are even worse than animals.

Whipping is usually done by using the crisp sound of the whip tip swirling in the air when it is swung quickly to urge the mule or horse to move forward, rather than the sound of it actually hitting the mule or horse.

"What's your name?"

"Zhao Laicai"

"Lai Cai? Well, that's not a bad name. You'll fight the locust army from now on. You've been noticed."

"No, sir, this food is for the young master. Why don't you give me some money so that I can have an explanation when I return?"

"Explain? Explain what? Where are you going? The locust army has taken a liking to you. You have to clean up for them and carry goods for them."

"Ah? I'm afraid this won't work."

"no"

Translator Fang took out the turtle box and shook it in front of Zhang Aiguo.

“It’s up to it to decide whether it’s OK or not.”

"ah"

Zhang Aiguo was so scared that he sat down on the ground.

"Get up and catch the car"

After saying that, he was kicked by the man with black shorts and a middle-parted hairstyle.

"Old Four, don't always use force. We are all fellow villagers."

"Yes, Fang translated it."

"Don't worry, I'm rich, so I won't work for nothing. If your boss has any problems, let him come to me in the future."

Who the hell dares to look for you?

That is like a sheep walking into a wolf's mouth, seeking its own death.

"So, how much is the monthly salary?"

"money?"

"Yeah, didn't you just say you wanted to pay?"

“Hehehe”

"Hahaha"

Several people who heard it laughed.

Naive, really naive, silly.

"You're such a fucking genius, and you still want money"

"Old Four, tell him"

"Yes"

Part your hair in the middle, nod and bend, turn your head 20 degrees and raise it slightly.

"You are suspected of smuggling military rations. Now I give you a chance to redeem yourself and make meritorious contributions. You must cherish it."

He stretched out his hand and slapped Zhang Aiguo's black face hard. Fortunately, it was not dyed.

Damn, the gold plaque is quite big and thick.

It doesn’t hurt to be slapped, it’s just a little insulting, but the yellow color is what’s attractive.

"Be obedient and keep listening. If you don't, I'll send you to the artillery station and put you in jail."

"Yes, yes, I will do my best."

"A peasant is a peasant. He gets scared when threatened."

"Do you have a wife?"

"not yet"

After hearing the reply, several people shook their heads regretfully.

"Flower girl?"

The Japanese soldier looked at the lewd expressions of several people and felt something in his heart.

It turns out that this thing has no borders.

"Asami-kun, no, I was just kidding. I'll take you there when we get off work."

"Hey, your friend"

The devil gave a thumbs up.

Zhang Aiguo is so disgusting.

A long blockade ditch was dug outside the artillery tower, which was nearly two meters wide and deep, and could only be crossed with the help of ladders or bridges.

There was a barbed wire fence with bells hanging on it and various trigger grenades scattered around.

Driving a mule cart across the suspension bridge.

A plaster flag on top of the turret was drooping dejectedly.

Three searchlights blocked the perimeter.

I helped move the food into the artillery tower. When I entered, I took a look and saw that it was built with a mixture of earth, stone, bricks and wood, and concrete. The wall was nearly one meter thick and was covered with shooting holes. What were they going to use to fight?

The Type 92 infantry gun is a direct-fire artillery piece. Its initial velocity is too slow, its blasting (armor-piercing) power is very low, and its effect in bombarding artillery towers is very limited. It cannot be used as a reliable means of assault.

Most of the time, the enemy is breached from within.

The martyrs overcame all obstacles and risked their lives to remove nails!

This is a stronghold with three bungalows and a playground.

Two days later, Zhang Aiguo silently counted the number of people.

There was a sergeant squad leader with a vertical shoulder strap with one bar and two stars, a corporal and three Taisho Type 8 light machine gun shooters equipped with turtle box pistols, eight riflemen, an additional two-man Type 50 mm grenade launcher team, and a wolfhound.

A squad of puppet troops was equipped with 14 people, two box pistols, and 12 Hanyang rifles.

Four plainclothes detectives, four pistols, and a decent-looking translator.

There is an elderly couple cooking in the base.

The artillery tower was occupied by the Japanese and translators, and the puppet army could only enter when on duty.

A hand-cranked generator, a telephone, two bicycles, and no three-wheeled motorcycle.

Next, Zhang Aiguo honestly transported supplies twice.

When I had nothing to do, I would squat in the corner, with my hands clasped behind my back, and watch the arrogant puppet troops and traitors bully the Chinese.

Inside the puppet army's barracks, several people were playing with money. The room was filled with smoke and chaos.

"Come to make money"

"Old Cai, where the hell are you?"

"Here I am, here I am, Boss, you called me?"

The deputy monitor with squinting eyes lost money and felt very unhappy.

"Go, bring me a cup of strong tea. Damn it, I can't concentrate after staying up all night."

"Hey, coming right up"

A cup of strong tea with something added was served.

"buzz"

He shushed and took a sip.

"Come on, play a couple of rounds for me to change my luck."

"Sir, I can't."

"It's okay, I just depend on your luck"

"If you win, it's all yours"

"Well, I keep my word."

The deputy monitor didn't even believe his own tone.

Half an hour later.

"Okay, okay, that's all for today. We still have to go on duty tonight, so cheer up."

"Squad leader, we won't play anymore if we win. Don't do this."

"that is"

"You can't bully a driver."

Several soldiers left with grumbles.

Zhang Aiguo looked at the money on the table.

"Boy, I'll keep it for you. Let me know when you need it."

"Sir, can you give me two?"

"Here, take it"

Two copper coins worth ten were handed over.

"Get out of here now."

Seeing that Zhang Aiguo still wanted to speak.

The squad leader impatiently urged him to get out.

After seven or eight days of observation, it was estimated that this infantry unit carried 1120 rounds of ammunition and 450 machine gun bullets. It was obviously the configuration of the Japanese Type A Division. There should be spare ammunition in the artillery tower, and they were not allowed to go to the second floor.

Below the machine gun firing port on the first floor, there is a brick platform for mounting the gun, one for each shooting interface.

Hanging on the wall were the Japanese soldiers' satchels and personal belongings, as well as a wooden gun rack, and in the corner were three double beds.

Zhang Aiguo has figured out the rules of shift changes, duty and patrols, and has prepared food for the medicine dogs.

The machine guns will return to the turret at night, and the Japanese will prioritize saving their own lives.

The wind blew, and the leaves fell one after another, and autumn came overnight.