I want to be a good person

Chapter 153 Journey to the North

The blue and white horse neighed a few times, then stood still, moving its hooves nervously and breathing hot air from its mouth.

"Lie"

The well-trained military horses are accustomed to the sounds of gunfire and explosions.

He cried a few times and then fell to the ground.

Zhang Aiguo, who was lying at the back, put on a steel helmet, took out a telescope and a Type 305 light machine gun, and put up a 406x6.5 mm, mm thick protective shield.

An iron ammunition carrying box containing 24 clips and 120 rounds of bullets was placed under the machine gun ready for use.

There was nothing suspicious in the camera, no heads were moving, and it was silent. Should I just fire a shot?

Zhang Aiguo was confused.

It would be disadvantageous for Zhang Aiguo if the stalemate continued. Without the advantage of terrain and people, who knows how many people the other side has.

Observe the bullet holes in the underground kettle and roughly determine the direction from which the bullet came.

Pull out the safety on the trigger, pull the bolt handle to load the bullet with a click, and pull the trigger with your finger.

"Boom, boom, boom"

Short bursts of gunfire, loud noises.

……

As the spoon of the compression plate pressed down, the bullet from the muzzle hit the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Cheek-to-cheek aiming, 40cm high bracket, unique shooting design, and high accuracy.

"Little devil?"

"Why did you bring a Type 99 light machine gun?"

The people in ambush took a breath, looked at the Hanyang rifles in their hands, and felt a little annoyed.

"Squad leader, what should I do?"

"Retreat, retreat quietly!"

"Why do we need to withdraw?"

"They can shoot farther than us. Listen to the gunshots. They are short bursts of fire. The old devils are testing us. They are suspicious."

"You can't retreat then."

"If you can't win, you have to retreat. You can't die in vain."

"He's alone, and you're a good shooter."

"Are your guns accurate? Look at the position where he's hiding. How can you shoot him? And you can only shoot in short bursts. He can't raise his head."

"There's always a shot to finish, and he doesn't have a secondary shooter to reload."

"Who knows, maybe there are elite Japanese soldiers who can be relied upon, but saving their lives is more important. Besides, the Japanese are poor, and their clothes are not much better than those of beggars."

"He has a machine gun in his hand."

"What a shitty machine gun. Life is more important. Besides, who on earth would dare to buy it if I sold it to them?"

"Damn it, what a loss, this trip was in vain."

"What do you say when you go back?"

"What else can I say? A small businessman can't make any waves."

"I'm just afraid something might happen."

"I dare you. If you can't deal with the Japanese, you can't deal with him. If you piss him off, just tie him up."

In a low voice.

He is an amateur in both foreign wars and civil wars.

"whoosh whoosh"

The bullets continued to come.

Several people quickly lowered their bodies.

"Go, be careful, move gently."

Several people crouched down and quietly left along the ditch.

There was another short burst of fire afterwards, like a farewell.

"Look, he's staring at this direction. Even if we injure him, the machine gun will be destroyed in the end."

"So cruel."

"The old devils are ruthless and their shooting skills are accurate, so it is difficult to capture them. The weapons in our hands are not as far as theirs, so what can we do? We can only scatter."

"Don't disbelieve me. If I had raised my head just now, I would have been hit."

"That's what the monitor said."

"Squad leader, how did you know?"

"As for me, I heard it from veterans who have fought in the war."

"The old soldier?"

"He's dead. He was hit by a stray bullet while suppressing bandits. He was seriously injured and couldn't be saved."

"It's too awful."

"If you get hurt, do you have money to treat it? Do you have a few dollars in your pocket? Trust me, it's for sure."

There were intermittent gunshots from behind.

After using up 30 rounds of bullets, Zhang Aiguo did not reload, but directly took out a full magazine and replaced it without shooting again.

After stopping for a while, the machine gun remained in place. Zhang Aiguo crawled sideways, holding a box gun in his hand, crawled forward, bent down, stood up, and ran to the suspicious place.

There were signs of being crushed on the dry grass on the ground and footprints on the soil; someone had already left.

Chase?

Forget it, it’s better to have less trouble than more.

Go back to the original place, put away the guns and ammunition, pull up the warhorse, and leave as soon as possible.

The first time I shot in a prone position, I raised my head and upper body very high. The Type 99 rifle was really difficult for the short and thin Japanese soldier.

As he walked, he took bullets from the rifle's ammunition box and loaded the magazine.

The Japanese's large ammunition box was made of a mixture of wood and iron, and contained 24 paper ammunition boxes (three clips in one box), totaling 3 rounds of bullets.

I opened the oil supply can and took a look. There was still plenty of oil, so there was no need to use a small oil barrel to fill it.

After many twists and turns, we finally arrived in Changzhou smoothly.

Amid the clanking sound of the train, Zhang Aiguo thought of the loophole he had left behind: the Simei Grain Store.

However, given the current nature of the people, no one wants to get involved, and joining the army is just to get enough food and clothing.

Why do we have to take out the crooked handle? It is to take advantage of the situation, the name of the ghost, the shadow of the tree.

The January 28 Incident and the September 18 Incident made some people kneel down, while others became more passionate and stood up straighter. They rose up to fight and vowed to never become slaves of a conquered country.

The environment has always been cruel internally and lenient externally.

At Nanjing Xiaguan Railway Station, Zhang Aiguo stood up and picked up his suitcase.

"Aren't you going to Peking?"

"Yes."

The man sitting on a chair on the side of the aisle asked.

“Why are you packing?”

"Get off the bus, take the ferry across the river, and transfer at Pukou."

"Hahaha"

The other person smiled very happily, and many wrinkles appeared on his face.

"Are you from the country?"

"Ah, yes."

"You don't look like it in this outfit."

A black woolen Ferrado hat, a black woolen coat, and a black fur collar with shiny black fur.

He held a civilized stick in his hand, the body of which was made of rosewood, the head of which was ivory, and the tail of which was brass.

Rich person appearance.

"If you haven't been to the north, you don't know. It's ugly."

After listening to the other party's introduction, I learned that an "express" train had been opened between Beijing and Shanghai. The entire journey was 1462 kilometers and only took 34 hours.

The train ferry was opened in October 1933 during the Republic of China period, saving the trouble of carrying large and small luggage back and forth and bringing children along.

The ferry ride took 2 hours. Looking at the river scenery outside the window was a very special travel experience in today's backward times.

the river is long and tempestuous, it was like a hero.

Most Chinese heroes end up in tragedy due to the limitations of the national conditions.

It’s a pity that I can’t go out, otherwise I would light incense and pay tribute.

No matter which side they are on, as long as they fight against the Japanese, they are heroes and should be worshipped by future generations.

Zhang Aiguo silently turned his head and withdrew his gaze from the window.

She smiled at the man who kindly reminded her.

"Go have a cigarette."

"Okay."

Cigarettes are a medium that quickly brings people closer together, shortening the distance between them as they puff out smoke.

"Brother, are you going to do business too?"

"I'm on business."

The other party hesitated a little, but still said it, for the sake of Daqianmen.

"As for me, I'm going to buy some bristle egg powder and check on my friends."

"The Japs are making a lot of noise, so be careful."

"If I can do it, I'll do it. If I can't, I'll just run away. These days, nothing is easy."

"Yes, the country is in crisis, but if we don't make progress and fight among ourselves, wouldn't that just give outsiders an advantage?"

"Oh, don't talk about state affairs."

It is a big taboo to talk about deep things with people you just met when you are out, because people’s hearts are hidden.

"Yep."

The journey will be more relaxing if you have someone to talk to.

Painted in the night, with the purchased fried peanuts, boiled edamame, a bag of braised beef in oil, and a bottle of Fenjiu, the men always hold a long rope in their hands when they drink.

Zhang Aiguo occasionally responded to avoid making the situation awkward.

"Brother, when you get to Peking, come to me if you have any problems. There is nothing I can't solve."

"Sure, sure, let's have another one."

"buzz"

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