I want to be a good person

Hearing the Japanese voice, Zhang Aiguo continued walking without stopping. He pressed down his felt hat with his right hand and it got stuck on his eyebrow.

"stop."

This time it was switched to Mandarin.

Zhang Aiguo stopped and looked around.

Two groups of devils came straight towards us.

Being tall can easily cause trouble, and I knew that early on. I used Japanese first, and it was probably because he had a strong physique, so it was hard to judge.

In the era of the little devil giants, they were too outstanding.

Under the long gown are height-increasing shoes, which are specially made. It is difficult to pretend to be short, but it is very easy to grow taller, just like the height of an actor, which is very exaggerated.

The two ghosts were less than 1.6 meters tall, a full head shorter than them, and they had to look up to speak.

"Tanabe-kun, this Chinese guy is too tall. I feel uncomfortable."

"Yes, Inoue-kun, I feel the same way. Let him kneel down and talk."

"Yoshi, your method is correct and very smart."

"Hurry, you, kneel down."

The box in his hand was loaded and fired with a click.

It is true that my aunt can tolerate it but my uncle cannot.

Another one continued.

"Your ID?"

"What the hell are you guys?"

"Asshole, how dare you insult the people of the Empire of Japan!"

"What do you mean by big? A small island the size of a bullet is big?"

"asshole!"

To kill someone, one must first destroy their heart. In the early days, the Japanese wanted to conquer, and they adopted a multi-pronged approach from the military, economic, financial, political, and cultural aspects.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the other person’s hand raised high, as if he was about to hit me.

Damn it, if I don’t show my power, you will treat me as a sick cat.

If we resist unarmed, the Japanese will really shoot. In their eyes, the lives of Chinese people are worthless and death would be in vain.

Even if they killed Chinese people, the Japanese would laugh happily as if nothing had happened. The Kuomintang government had no way to deal with them anyway and could only negotiate and protest.

The opposite is not true. They will not give in and will demand an explanation.

Once you take action in public, it will be difficult to escape.

The Japanese have always been united. Before 1940, when we defeated them, we took no living prisoners and no guns and ammunition were seized.

The early standing divisions were deeply influenced by the spirit of Bushido for many years. They adhered to the spirit of "die if you don't succeed" and believed that being captured was "the greatest shame for a samurai". On the contrary, if they died bravely in battle, they would become "heroes who protect the country" and enter the shrine.

Another reason is local geography. The Japanese were organized based on regions, and being captured was considered a traitor and would be shameful if reported back to their hometowns.

It is precisely because a unit originated from one region that accent is very important if they want to impersonate the Japanese. Different regions have different accents, which can easily expose the truth. It is only useful against ordinary puppet soldiers and traitors.

"asshole."

"Pap-pap-pap-pap."

He fired a box-type gun in each hand.

Four peanuts, greetings from the devil’s hometown.

"ah!"

"Nani?"

When the gunshots rang out, the Chinese people on the street quickly squatted down with their heads in their hands.

A strong wind blew from behind him and Zhang Aiguo dodged by leaning sideways.

A short knife passed by.

"Snapped"

A bullet hit the front of the face, blood spurted out, and the nose was not a nose.

Just pick up the ones that fit, there is no time to pick up the rest.

The rest was just random attacks, from behind and in front, and then running away.

The problem of difficulty in changing the magazine of the Turtle Box has occurred. The magazine is hung up with a fake empty chamber, and there is no ability to change the magazine with one hand. It requires two hands to operate. One hand needs to pull out the magazine forcefully, and to replace it, the bolt needs to be pulled again and the bullet needs to be pushed into the chamber again.

With everyone chasing him, his chance of escape was slim and he had to reluctantly take out the Chicago Typewriter again.

“American!”

"Catch him, he's a spy."

The constant screams of ghosts are annoying.

"Da da da da da"

The angry bullets sang like spilled water, and all ghosts were equal, regardless of gender, age or status.

After running a dozen steps, bullets whizzed past from behind.

A black Ford Y-type light vehicle was parked on the side of the road. The owner did not get out of the car. His hands were on the woman in the passenger seat, moving around, as if he was looking for something?

"Get down quickly, your car has been requisitioned."

"Um"

The man had a big heart, and the sound of the gun did not shake his aggressiveness at all.

A vivid interpretation of what it means to be extremely bold and lustful.

It’s cold and my hands are cold, I need a warm hug.

"Do you know who I am?"

A tall man with a full beard stood outside the car, interrupting his good time. He had just started to enjoy himself, but today he planned to make things more aggressive.

The woman in the passenger seat was pretty. The buttons of her cheongsam were undone and there were some wrinkles on her clothes.

When he saw someone chasing after him, he immediately reached out and pulled him.

At the same time, the black muzzle of the gun was pointed at the man.

"Brother, please be merciful and let's talk."

The man opened the car door and got out, and the woman also hurried down.

Zhang Aiguo shot a few shots behind him, got into the car, shifted gears, released the clutch, stepped on the accelerator with his right foot, the engine roared forward, and rushed out.

The accelerator pedal was pressed hard and the car speed was getting faster and faster.

The Japanese soldiers behind me took out their bicycles and tried hard to catch up, but there were too many people and they couldn't run fast, so they kept honking their horns.

Seeing the pursuers getting closer and closer, he rolled down the window with one hand, stepped on the brake slightly, picked up the typewriter from the passenger seat, and fired blindly backwards like a nigger.

The vehicle drove to the north, which was the direction of Zhabei. Zhang Aiguo wanted to take a look at the Jiangyin Fortress and familiarize himself with its structure and arsenal from a distance.

After leaving the bustling area, vehicles began to speed up. The roads in Jiangsu are well built, and Chiang Kai-shek spared no effort in developing his territory.

"Report."

"Commissioner, the Japanese Consul General sent a note."

"I see."

"Yesterday, there was evidence that our personnel committed a crime in public on a busy street, causing tragic consequences. Now they are protesting to us and asking us to assist and arrest the murderer."

"Damn it, it's a good thing to dampen the Japanese's spirit. Go and ask who their men are. They are disorganized and undisciplined and are only causing me trouble."

"Yes, then how do we reply to the other party?"

Chiang Kai-shek touched his head and thought that the central government was in a tight situation, just like the financial situation.

"We firmly refuse to admit it. The Red side is putting the blame on them. We can ask the League of Nations to investigate. We are innocent. That's it."

After some consideration,

"Yes, I'll make arrangements right away."

"Damn it, you are roasting me on the fire."

I stood up and looked at the map. There were many color divisions, and my territory was only a small one. Who did this? It must be someone with impure intentions and bad intentions, with evil intentions.

I heard the sound of high heels walking behind me, and a woman in cheongsam appeared in the room.

"Darling!"

……

Let's not talk about who did it. Zhang Aiguo said that it had nothing to do with him and it was all done by Hao Ren.

When the car reached a deserted place in the wilderness, Zhang Aiguo parked the car, ripped off his beard, put on a coarse cotton-padded jacket and old cotton-padded shoes, and his height became at least 7 cm shorter.

He clasped his hands together, slumped his shoulders, hunched his body, and carried a bamboo basket with a few winter bamboo shoots and a small hoe on his back.

He wore a slightly torn felt hat on his head and his beard had become short.

The Japanese soldiers behind him did not catch up. The Japanese soldiers like to die bravely, but that does not mean they are willing to die in vain.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah"

Humming an unknown tune, sitting by the roadside, smoking an old pipe.

"Bada, bada!"