I want to be a good person

The sky was a little gray, and the places with electricity were bright, mixed with small dim flickering lights.

Zhang Aiguo stood with his hands behind his back, bent over, and hid at the side of the largest restaurant with four signs hanging, carefully looking for the Japanese soldiers who were alone or in pairs.

Military rank doesn’t matter, as long as there is a ghost.

The chill in the air mixed with the aroma of wine and food.

"Taijun, walk slowly."

The waiter respectfully opened the cloth curtain, and the first thing that came out was two pairs of canvas cold-resistant shoes. Two Japanese soldiers rolled out with their short legs, wearing shit-yellow Type 90 double-breasted coats with hoods, and the earmuffs of their dog-skin hats were turned up and tied.

A cold mask on the face, woolen cotton gloves on the hands, and thick leggings on the legs.

Looking carefully, oh, these are the railway garrison troops. They are not carrying weapons and their faces are red from drinking. Only the Japanese soldiers on leave will go out to the streets, and they stay in the barracks when they have no missions.

Zhang Aiguo stood up and slowly fell down.

The devils were chattering away, probably because they were homesick or showing off something they had encountered.

Although Zhang Aiguo behind him couldn't see the face in front of him, he could feel the devil's smile and happiness.

Well, their happiness is built on the suffering of the Chinese people, don’t even think about it.

"Puppy-kun!"

The Japs stopped and looked around for a suitable place.

Zhang Aiguo slowed down.

I watched the two ghosts walk towards the corner. After a long time, I realized they wanted to pee.

When peeing outdoors, you need to choose a place sheltered from the wind, as the wrong choice can easily cause injury.

Zhang Aiguo slowly approached. His reaction would be slow after drinking, and the Japanese soldier just shivered.

"Boom, boom"

The iron rods hit the back of the head one after another. The two ghosts didn't make a sound, and their bodies slowly went limp like a dead snake.

Grab it with both hands and pull it back to avoid getting urine on your clothes, which would be disgusting.

I took a quick glance at it as I passed by, and it was definitely not because it was dark and I couldn't see clearly, it was just because it was too small.

He took the two of them away and walked away.

In the wilderness, there are no villages or human life around.

When fighting the Japanese invaders, we must not implicate innocent civilians.

The Japanese soldier who had been stripped of his clothes woke up in a daze. It was the cold wind at night and the urgent call.

He looked down at his body and instantly realized his situation. His hands and feet were tied tightly with hemp rope soaked in water, which felt cold to the touch.

There was a loincloth stuffed in his mouth, and he stammered and couldn't make a sound.

There was a crash.

A bucket of cold water was poured over my head.

It feels so good, accompanied by the whistling wind.

Zhang Aiguo smiled, but the Japanese's eyes were wide open, and his fierce aura had not yet subsided.

There is a layer of frozen soil on the ground, so we can’t dig holes or bury wooden stakes. What a pity.

The trucks were left in Shanghai, which is a pity. I really want to take them out for some fresh air, so I'll have to get one later.

He held a wakizashi in his hand and gestured a few times towards the middle of the Japanese soldiers on the left.

The Japanese shook his head vigorously, and his nasal sounds became thicker and heavier.

"Oh, it."

Zhang Aiguo pretended to retract the knife, shook it in his hand, and pointed it at the other Japanese soldier.

This one was tougher, with a beard on his face. His eyes were fixed on Zhang Aiguo, revealing murderous intent and hatred, like a starving dog.

When the knife flashes, all worries disappear.

The devil's eyes became rounder, the muscles on his face became deformed, and tears began to flow down.

It's very hard and it didn't fall down. There were no hands to comfort it. It must be very painful.

It's a technical job, but it's hard to get the right balance, it's short and weak, and it also shrinks the penis.

Exhaled a breath of white air.

The magical power is fully achieved.

"Don't be afraid, there is no trouble!"

The Japanese soldier next to him was so scared that he fell to the ground and rolled over because the ground was uneven.

The wind blew faster, bringing with it bursts of whistles, probably the cheers of the heroes.

"Come on, running away won't solve the problem."

The Japanese saw Zhang Aiguo's smiling face, as warm as the spring breeze.

Tears and snot mixed with the dirt on the ground and were painted with clown makeup.

"I'll help you solve your painful problem, and you won't have any worries in the future."

Don’t ask the Japs whether they understand or not, the old Japs have the ability to do so.

"I'm a good person."

"whoosh"

If you can't dig a hole, you can use a hammer to knock down the iron seed and tie a hemp rope.

The two ghosts stared at each other, their eyes wide open, it was really like old friends meeting each other, their eyes were filled with tears, and the air was filled with Dandan's sadness.

"Come on, take a shower to be healthier!"

Two more buckets of specially cooled water were poured from head to toe.

Under the lantern, small bumps on the skin suddenly appeared like toads.

The sky began to turn pale in the east, and Zhang Aiguo walked out of the small wooden house with his head lowered.

The wooden house was built in accordance with the advice and was made entirely of logs. Thick wooden boards were laid inside and outside to ensure tight fit and no air leakage.

It was so damn cold at night that I had to use two more quilts to get through it.

The devils were naturally frozen, with layers of white frost on their hair.

They took out the carriage, dragged the corpse behind it, and headed towards the place where the fierce howling was heard last night.

In cold seasons, wild animals do not waste food.

Cruelty, non-existent, not enough is done.

Whose ID should I use?

The Southeast Asian ID Group is online with radish stamps and radish prints.

The good citizen certificate of the Chahar guide party is called Wang Dacai.

Horse bells ring, people head north, coming here for common prosperity. What's yours is mine, and what's mine must be mine.

In this world at this moment, black is colorful black, white is white in various forms, and the road is overwhelming gray.

The sun is bright red like a burning fire, but why is there no warmth at all?

The further north you go, the colder it gets.

The sky lowered and approached the earth.

The white horse clothes became even whiter.

The snow still fell gently, sending greetings impatiently.

Zhang Aiguo was wrapped tightly, and the exposed eyes were covered with a pair of goggles, but the heat made his eyes misty.

Behind me came the sound of horse hooves and the clanging of iron palms.

He put away his goggles and looked back.

A Japanese cavalry squad with seven or eight horses.

The hybrid Lyso horse is taller than the Mongolian horse and has a faster sprint speed.

The horses had bullets tied around their necks.

There was a blanket under the saddle, a saddlebag and a brigade were hung on the saddle bridge, a Type 32A saber was on the left, and a lance was inserted in the rifle bag.

There are water bags, small tents and raincoats on the plank bridge.

It is a rare opportunity to observe the Japanese cavalry units.

The cavalry is a "noble" branch of the Japanese army.

Really nice equipment.

Looking at the Japanese soldiers who had stopped and were circling around the carriage, Zhang Aiguo smiled innocently.

The Japanese soldier wore Type 96 dust goggles, a waterproof cloak, brown and yellow Showa cavalry boots, a Martin on the heel, cowhide gaiters, and a snow-white handbag, which made him look very cool.

The Type 90 steel helmet is carried on the back.

"bass"

One of the Japanese soldiers drew his saber, and two of them took out their lances.

With a folding prismatic bayonet, it must be a Type 44 lance.

"What do you do?"

"Taijun, I work for the Locust Army!"

As he spoke, he handed over two certificates.

A Japanese soldier jumped off his horse, took the certificate without hesitation, opened it and checked it.

Then he handed it to the sergeant in charge and nodded.

The sergeant took it and looked it up and down.

"Yoshi, friend of the Locust Army."

"Yes Yes."