I want to be a good person

"clang"

The bullet penetrated the carbon steel hot.

The bullet was deformed due to resistance and entered the brain with steel chips mixed in.

The tight knot in the silk straps caused the soldier's head to tilt back, his cervical vertebrae made a crisp sound, and a mixture of white and red fluid flowed down, while his limbs kept twitching.

"idiot"

The Japanese gnashed their teeth in hatred.

"assault'

"Snapped"

"boom"

"Boom"

Three types of gunfire rang out.

"clang"

Just as Zhang Aiguo pulled the bolt to eject the shell and load it into the chamber, the helmet beside him also flew backwards.

"Fuck, the Japanese are really good at shooting."

The Japanese soldier appeared in his sight again. He had already fallen into a prone position and rolled behind the corpse.

Excellent tactical skills.

Waiting for the other person to look up again.

At the first shot, the puppet army and the traitors in the detective team all lay on the ground, firing continuously, with bullets flying everywhere.

Under the urging of the Japanese devils, the puppet army began to crawl forward.

The Japanese slowly stuck his head out and observed the opponent's position.

"Whoosh"

"clang"

The devil lowered his head and lay there motionless.

The Japanese at the truck randomly called out names, made simple divisions of labor, and began to split into three groups, preparing to encircle the enemy from both sides.

A group of light machine gunners began to bend forward, looking for a place to set up their guns.

For real.

can not wait.

Zhang Aiguo quickly fired the remaining three bullets, then ran along the ditch with his back lowered.

The distance of 200 meters is very close, a dangerous distance.

Zhang Aiguo, who was riding on the blue and white horse, hit his butt with a whip.

Despite the pain, the horse completed the acceleration from standstill to galloping.

"Da Da Da Da"

The sound of rapid horse hooves sounded.

as fast as lightning,

"Nani?"

The Japs ran over and the opponent disappeared from sight.

"Quick, call the front and ask them to help us capture him."

"Hey"

After collecting the bodies, they began to gradually retreat to the artillery tower.

Fifteen minutes later, Zhang Aiguo fell back.

I want to play a trick in the dark.

The most dangerous places are the safest.

The two pools of devils' blood were also black, just like humans'.

Missing an MP28 machine gun.

Through the telescope, we saw the Japs preparing to detain laborers. A wolf-blue military dog ​​drooled at the men being forcibly conscripted.

The watchtower has been built with two floors, which can be used for simple living.

The puppet soldiers lived in the devil's tents.

The laborers used the ground as their bed and blanket, shivering in the cold.

We had a steamed bun for dinner.

Some of the food that had not been eaten was snatched away.

The loser hid aside and wiped his tears.

The Japanese on sentry duty sneered and grinned as they watched people fight over food.

Zhang Aiguo felt very sad.

Damn it, what’s going on? There’s constant internal fighting, people bullying each other, and they have to divide people into different levels. They also hold the idea that they would rather die than let their fellow Taoists die.

The people in the camera swarmed up and started fighting for the food, with vivid expressions on their faces. It turned out that the Japanese had thrown down a chicken leg that they had bitten twice.

A strong man grabbed it and quickly stuffed it into his mouth.

There's not much meat left.

It's bones.

My heart is bleeding, drop by drop.

The fire is burning.

Zhang Aiguo wiped the corner of his eyes, raised his head, and suddenly felt a few drops of coldness on his face.

The water vapor took away the last warmth between heaven and earth.

God also shed tears and couldn't bear to watch it.

An autumn rain and a cold.

Zhang Aiguo's heart was half cold and half hot.

The Japs hurriedly put on their raincoats and the puppet soldiers held up their umbrellas.

The laborers were huddled together, taking off their shirts to cover their heads.

Typhoid fever is a killer, a killer that doesn’t bleed.

Survival is the basic need of the times, and everyone is trying hard to live.

There were puddles of water on the road.

After a while, all I could see clearly were the continuous raindrops floating in the wind.

The green tent around me was hazy, the stronghold in front was hazy, and I began to see unclearly in the distance.

Zhang Aiguo put on rubber shoes and forgot whether they were seized or bought for free.

Groping forward along the edge of the green tent.

Closer observation.

The area of ​​the stronghold is larger than the last time I saw it.

A Japanese soldier came out and said a few words, pointing and gesticulating.

Several puppet soldiers threw away their umbrellas and pulled up some waterproof canvas to provide shelter for the workers.

The idea of ​​banding together for warmth did not emerge, and small groups were quickly formed and divided.

Zhang Aiguo was very sad.

He slowly crawled across the road and slid into the ditch on the other side, getting closer.

The Japanese military dog ​​stood up, pricked up its ears, and stared at where Zhang Aiguo was.

A Japanese soldier looked over and shone his flashlight.

He raised his gun and fired a shot.

Zhang Aiguo lay there motionless, bullets hitting the ground.

After a while, the dog's attention faded and the devils walked away.

Water began to fill the ditch, and a cool, sticky feeling came from beneath my body.

Be patient and continue lying down.

The night grew darker, covering up the sin and ugliness.

The wind whistled softly.

The trench was dug on three sides and had wooden stakes and barbed wire.

Zhang Aiguo continued to crawl forward.

There was a commotion among the workers, those who were too hungry to sleep.

I saw something moving on the ground in a daze and felt scared.

Everyone could only cover their mouths and dare not make a sound.

Closer, closer.

The devil's wolfhounds rushed out.

It opened its big mouth and bit Zhang Aiguo's left arm, but the thick cowhide protective gear could ensure that it would not be bitten through.

The dog was biting, Zhang Aiguo raised his left arm and stabbed the dog's neck with the bayonet in his right hand.

He held the dog's mouth tightly with his left arm.

Wait for Zhang Aiguo to stand up and put the dog away.

A shrill howl in Mandarin: "Taijun, Boss, someone killed your dog"

That is the position of labor.

As long as you are a human being, no one will be afraid of you.

Zhang Aiguo felt sad, he couldn't be a good person.

Close combat, or typewriter.

The grenade cap was unscrewed and the string was pulled, and several grenades were thrown towards the puppet army's camp.

"boom"

Several explosions were heard.

The screams echoed in the midnight like a beautiful song.

The puppet soldiers just wanted to make a living, and they surrendered in order to stay alive. They would not die unless someone forced them to do so.

The patrolling Japanese soldiers hid in the unfinished artillery tower.

The muzzle of a gun soon appeared from the shooting hole on the second floor.

Zhang Aiguo could only get close to the door of the artillery tower.

There is a shooting port on the side, and the grenade stayed in the hand for 4 seconds and then was stuffed in.

The explosion brought smoke and dust out from inside.

Another grenade stayed there for two seconds before being thrown in.

The workers under the tarpaulin began to flee desperately.

"Snapped"

"Snapped"

There was also bursts of machine gun fire, and he soon fell in a pool of blood.

The second floor is the main combat area of ​​the Japanese.

Zhang Aiguo vaguely heard the sound of metal collision on the second floor, and something fell and made a hissing sound.

I was so scared that I ran to the back.

Then there was a loud explosion.

The fuse of the Japanese Type 7 fragmentation grenade has a delay of 8 to seconds, which gives people time to escape, but this type of grenade can be launched using a grenade launcher.

The door was not closed tightly, so I pushed it open with force and dodged outside the door. There was a grenade explosion inside.

Zhang Aiguo rushed in, looked at the wooden ladder in the smoke and dust, pulled the string of the grenade, and threw it up from below.

The Japs also threw grenades from above.

He had to run out again, but a vicious dog pounced on him at the door and he barely escaped the explosion.

Two more grenades were thrown in through the low firing port.

There was no sound after the explosion.

It takes professionalism to clean up the battlefield. The Japanese sergeants were wearing Type 32B swords, and several guns were blown off.

The number of ghosts in the artillery tower is about the same, but there are more puppet soldiers, most of whom are bullies who only bully the weak and fear the strong.

"Chichi"

"buzzing"

The Japanese Isuzu Type 94 6x6 military truck was started. It was 5.4 meters long and equipped with a Otsu 70-horsepower four-cylinder diesel engine. It had a maximum speed of 60 kilometers per hour. It carried two spare tires on the side of the vehicle and had a load capacity of 1.5 tons.

It's a right-hand drive car, which is a bit hard to get used to.

The headlights came on and the car slowly accelerated.

Leaving behind a mess.

Several puppet soldiers watched the truck leave and slowly stood up. Where should they go?