I want to be a good person

"Did you see anyone suspicious?"

"No, I didn't see it on my way here."

Zhang Aiguo shook his head.

"Baga! You're lying."

"My Lord, my conscience is very good."

The sergeant tilted his head and signaled the soldiers to take action.

"Snapped."

The horse whip hit his back, and the cotton jacket was torn directly, and the cotton wool flew up.

"Taijun, I am working for the Locust Army."

"Yours, lies."

"Ah, no, Madam, my loyalty is great."

No, there are tracks where cars pass by.

Careless.

Could it be that the Japs followed the trail and followed us?

While my mind was shaking, I was whipped several more times, one of which hit the back of my hand. Fortunately, I was wearing cotton gloves, so there was only a red and swollen area inside, so there was no need to check.

Zhang Aiguo was not sure if he could kill several Japanese soldiers in an instant, especially with two carbines pointed at him.

"Taijun, my loyal locust army."

"Yours, come with us."

"Yes, yes, Tai-sun."

Two Japanese soldiers were leading the way in front, with the carriage sandwiched in the middle. Through his cotton-padded jacket, Zhang Guoguo knew that the inside had been smoked red. As the carriage shook, cotton kept falling out of the jacket, and it was as white as the outside world.

The wind squeezed in through the gaps in the cotton-padded jacket, taking away the warmth of the skin.

"Damn it."

The Japanese cavalry learned from the French and received the most complete baptism of Bushido.

Lingming was walking back on the road. It seemed that the missing soldiers attracted the attention of the Japanese, and they sent out a cavalry unit to search for them.

As we walked, the direction changed.

There are great differences in the social grassroots control between the areas outside and inside the Great Wall. The Japanese devils won over a large number of Japanese traitors through small favors.

Heavy physical labor was usually done by prisoners of war, captured laborers from inside the country, and lured coolies.

Why did the Anti-Japanese United Army have fewer and fewer people as they fought more? It was because the living environment of the underground intelligence personnel on both the Red and Blue sides was too harsh and they suffered huge damage.

"Shut up!"

Zhang Aiguo jumped out of the car and reined in his horse.

The leading Japanese soldier stopped.

Grass.

It turned out to be a village with dozens of households.

Now they are concentrating on the threshing ground, and it seems that there are no young men or women among the villagers.

The Japs have set up light and heavy machine guns.

On the periphery were the garrison troops wearing gray-green uniforms, which were reorganized from the Fengtian Army left behind by Zhang Xiaoliu.

Xiao Hanqing, a pioneer in the fight against Japanese aggression, built the Great Wall on the mahjong table.

I am the first to fire a single shot, and my good name spreads among the flowers.

He wore a canvas bullet bag across his body, which could hold 30 rounds of bullets. The only difference was that the Japanese's straps were cross-shaped.

A second lieutenant was holding a Type 94 officer's saber in his hand and wearing a pair of glasses on his nose.

It looks like he's finished scolding me.

As the white gloves swung down.

Light and heavy machine guns rang out.

They fell to the ground one after another.

After the Japs stopped shooting, they began to stab us one by one with bayonets.

Some of the villagers were still twitching and gasping for breath.

A boy of four or five years old was tightly protected by his family. A bullet hit his left leg and he was crying in pain.

The young men and women under guard were choking with sobs. Some tried to push the Japanese away, but were stabbed in the stomach with a bayonet. The Japanese twisted the situation and then pulled out the bayonet.

There were shouts and screams, and the crackling sound of burning wood.

This is the devil's revenge, venting their anger at their impotence.

Zhang Aiguo closed his eyes. He was very angry but now he could do nothing.

The cavalry sergeant saluted and chatted with the lieutenant for a few words.

Zhang Aiguo knew that it was fortunate that he had a work permit, otherwise the consequences would be unpredictable.

A Japanese sergeant walked up, patted Zhang Aiguo on the shoulder, and signaled him to move the supplies, which were all food, chickens, sheep, and pigs collected from the village.

I looked back at the boy being held in the hands of the Japanese soldiers. I knew that his ending would not be good. I just hoped that he would not suffer. Damn Japanese soldiers.

My heart is shedding tears of blood!

While carrying food, Zhang Aiguo saw the Japanese throw the boy into the fire and heard screams of pain behind him.

Zhang Aiguo closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and suppressed his rising murderous intent.

The things the Japs robbed were very diverse; they took away everything they could use. Hundreds of years of inferiority complex brought about crazy revenge, satisfying their abnormal and perverted self-esteem and seeking a sense of superiority to prove that the once great Celestial Empire was nothing more than this.

Use brutal and bloody means to intimidate ordinary people, so that they dare not, do not want, and do not resist, and work honestly to get the sheep votes.

The land belongs to the Chinese people, and the homeland belongs to the Chinese people. Everyone is vying to be a representative, and everyone is making his own calculations.

People must rely on themselves!

Because money will only flow to those who have enough money, and love will flow to those who have enough love, ordinary people and the poor will naturally become speechless "invisible people".

A small team of 12 Japanese soldiers escorted the so-called spoils of war towards Shanhaiguan City.

The Japanese cavalry separated and headed for the next target.

Zhang Aiguo grabbed the reins and led the horse.

The Japanese sergeant had a Type 32B knife hanging around his waist, and his eyes kept moving around the women, looking for a target he liked.

With a gun rope hanging on his right shoulder, he looked like a pig.

The tragedies I learned about from written materials in my previous life were not even one-tenth of what I saw with my own eyes. The most painful thing was that it was happening right before my eyes, but I was powerless to stop it.

"stop"

The sergeant shouted.

"Miyamoto-kun?"

A sergeant ran over and saluted.

"Xiao Shanjun, girl."

"Hi"

The two devils began to tidy up their tents.

The difference between humans and animals lies in the way they mate, which the Chinese call the art of sex, and which pursues humanity rather than excitement.

The west wind blows all over the earth. The more garbage and unhealthy the dregs are, the more delicious they are and the easier they are to be accepted by the people.

The devils are anywhere and anytime, and they can do whatever they want to stimulate you, regardless of time, place or occasion, and their applications are wide-ranging.

If disaster and misfortune happen to the Japanese, they deserve a big thumbs up, well done!

Well, I'm selfish like that.

The two Japanese non-commissioned officers talked for a few words and pointed out a little girl from the crowd. Four Japanese rushed in, ignored her pleas, smashed the men with their gun butts, and pulled her out by force.

one two three four.

There were only two Japanese soldiers left in the front and back. The Japanese's attention was attracted and they laughed happily.

A group of poor people on a small island, each person is a worm, and the group of people is a wolf.

There were four other mule and horse carts travelling along the route, which were the so-called spoils of the bandit suppression campaign.

Zhang Aiguo was the first car, and the Japanese had a certain degree of trust in him.

Being beaten is a sign of admiration for you. There is no dignity in front of the Japanese.

At critical moments, I still have to use the Chicago typewriter. Although it is a bit heavy, it feels solid.

When the beautiful music started, the dynamic sound of tapapata was amazing. The devils swayed their bodies to the rhythm, and blood splattered everywhere.

The fire suppression from the 50-round drum magazine and the vibration of the muzzle composed a beautiful folk tune.

“Whoosh, whoosh”

Bullets flew overhead.

The two Japanese soldiers at the rear of the convoy opened fire back.

Zhang Aiguo turned the gun around and the muzzle fireworks burst into flames again.

Pull the bolt to fire, then retract the bolt to eject the shell. The bullet is loaded into the chamber too slowly.

After just two shots, the initiative was lost. Zhang Aiguo fired in bursts, suppressing the opponent and making him unable to raise his head.

The battle ended soon.

Zhang Aiguo picked up the guns and ammunition on the ground, turned around, but was stunned.