I want to be a good person

Zhang Aiguo sneered, ignored him, stood up and began to collect the spoils.

I first took a look at the Japanese soldier. He was a sergeant with red epaulettes and a yellow bar and two stars. He took off his jade-inlaid samurai sword, removed his khaki gun holster and leather shoulder strap, opened his holster, and found two paper packs of 15 rounds of bullets.

There is also a non-standard gun bag on the belt, which contains 60 rounds of ammunition and a magazine.

Pulling out the white belt from around the waist, damn, it turned out to be the Thousand-Man Needle.

The Thousand Needles is a kind of amulet in the Japanese culture. There are 1000 embroidered dots on this belt, which were sewn by 1000 Japanese women when the soldiers went to war. It can prove that there are no innocent civilians among the Japanese devils.

Don't they know that they will burn, kill and loot when they come to China? Everything they enjoy is built on the suffering of the Chinese people, sucking their blood and flesh.

6 Liao 7.92th Year Type rifles, with a word "Dong" engraved below the parallel pressure relief holes. It is a hybrid of the Mauser and Japanese Type 57 rifles, using xmm Mauser rifle bullets. Its effective range is no less than that of the Type rifle, and it is a new rifle that is more suitable for China than the Zhongzheng rifle.

The click of the bolt, the dust cover, the smoothness of the parts processing, the fine and uniform surface treatment (blueing), all demonstrate that it is a top-notch work.

Some annoying emotions were triggered, many people were killed, and then a bow and an informal apology were exchanged for forgiveness.

It is so easy, is there no law? Is the law useless?

A bird, an egg, a tree, and an executioner whose hands are stained with the blood of his people.

Ha ha ha.

He shook his head vigorously and threw away all the things that should and shouldn't be there.

"Brother, can you help me untie the rope?"

The man lying on the ground shouted loudly because he found that he had no voice and seemed to have been forgotten.

Shouldn't compatriots help each other?

He counted the Old Sheep bills in his hand, which amounted to only 33 yuan, a few coins, a wrist compass, and a pocket watch.

After clearing the area thoroughly, he walked over to the man and used his bayonet to loosen the rope.

The man stood up, stretched his numb limbs, and said with a smile, "Brother, you are quite skilled. I admire you very much."

"Let's go quickly. There will probably be more soldiers coming."

The man was a little confused, this statement was a bit ridiculous.

"Ah, so, can I discuss something with you?"

"No."

"hiss."

Gasp.

To be honest, Zhang Aiguo admired these men who fought in the four eastern provinces, in the ice and snow, with little food and clothing, and yet sacrificed their lives.

But after enjoying the blessings, everything is no longer pure in the name of faith.

"Look, you are fighting the Japanese, and so am I. We are compatriots and should help each other. As long as we unite, we can drive away the invaders."

Seeing that Zhang Aiguo did not respond or refuse, the man continued, "I know it is presumptuous to ask this, but as a compatriot, I have no other options at the moment, so please lend a helping hand."

Everyone understands this general principle.

It seems like I have more to say, but forget it, maybe it’s a spark, at least it’s a good start for a few decades.

"us…"

"I'll give you a rifle and 30 old sheep bills. Look for what you can use on the ground."

The other party did not take the rifle that Zhang Aiguo handed over, but looked at the Wangba Box.

"Well, a spear is hard to carry. Can you be a good person? Give me the turtle box."

"Na."

Zhang Aiguo handed over the gun and holster, and the other party took it.

He pulled out his pistol, took out the spare bullets, untied the gun strap, and threw the holster back.

“It’s inconvenient to carry.”

He watched as the other person picked out a pair of shoes from the corpse on the ground, put on a dog-skin hat, and asked for a kettle from Zhang Aiguo. He then grabbed them with both hands and prepared to turn around and leave.

"Wait a minute."

After defeating the enemy, Zhang Aiguo took out a mottled Mongolian horse in advance.

No matter what, we are all Chinese people, with a sharp tongue but a soft heart.

I couldn't express the anger in my heart, and I felt very unhappy. When I saw the rifle, I thought of the heavy smoker.

Zhang Aiguo gave an extra rifle and 20 rounds of bullets, a pocket watch, a grenade, and a few oil cakes.

"Live well, persistence is victory!"

This tone? Why does it sound so familiar?

"Thank you. My last name is Ren. What's your last name, sir?"

"My last name is Zhang, Zhang for God's sake!"

"Goodbye, I hope to see you again someday."

"See you later!"

The two men rode off in different directions, with different destinations.

If you really encounter the enemy, you will have more than enough bullets to use up, and it would be a waste to give too many. A grenade tells it all.

All the captured grenades were made into mines. Four grenades were clustered together, a hole was dug, some soil was buried, and a dog-skin hat was placed on top.

The possibility that an ordinary person would pick up the spoils is very, very low.

Anyway, as long as the lives of the Japanese are at stake, other things don’t even matter as numbers. The most important thing is to complete the goal.

After looking at the direction, I saw that Anshan was ahead, which is now called the Manchurian Railway Concession.

Anshan came into being because of Anshan Iron and Steel. The Japanese planned to build it into one of the four major cities in the four eastern provinces within 30 years.

This is a city that was built and developed mainly by Japanese devils after looting. It is the headquarters and factory of the Zhaohe Iron and Steel Works. Chinese people live in Tiexi, while Japanese live in Tiedong. All the technical workers are devils.

In terms of the degree of harm, the reds dealt a heavy blow to the Northeast, scraping away three layers of the land. Deliberate neglect does not mean that it did not happen. Their behavior can be described in only two words: one is demolition, and the other is transportation.

From a distance, the inspection was very strict. The built artillery towers guarded the key defensive positions and were garrisoned by the Japanese.

Do you want to come in?

It is a difficult choice.

Haven't seen any black soil yet.

In my previous life, I heard that black soil and black calcium soil were also beginning to be sold to foreigners. Everything is about money!

Zhang Aiguo just wanted to see what the difference is between now and in the future?

Isn’t it known as the ballast and stabilizer?

It's true that the son doesn't feel sorry for selling his father's land!

The Japanese soldiers stationed there didn't say anything extra, they just raised their guns and indicated that they wanted to check.

The muzzle of the machine gun on the turret was black, and the air-cooled heat sink was clearly visible. It turned out to be a pheasant's neck.

"Pheasant Neck" is a derogatory name given to the Type 92 heavy machine gun by the Chinese people. It was modified from the Taisho Type 3 heavy machine gun, and its parent machine was the French Hotchkiss.

It uses a folding grip, a thumb-pressure trigger, an optical sight, high shooting accuracy, a 30-round magazine feed, and a caliber of 7.7 mm.

The "cluck, cluck" sound of the gun sounds like a pheasant. The only drawback is that it is heavy, weighing more than 110 pounds. It also has a common problem - it drinks oil.

A circular fortification was built at the entrance with sandbags, and a Taisho Type 11 machine gun was mounted on the sandbags, which showed the importance the Japanese attached to steel.

A soldier wearing a Type 5 military uniform spoke with an island accent and turned out to be a translator.

"Identification?"

He checked very seriously, looking left and right.

"Chinese?"

"Bagaya Road!"

Damn, they are more Japanese than the Japanese, with two more words.

Even if you want to acknowledge the thief as your father, the bloodline cannot be changed.

Zhang Aiguo stretched out his hand to block the incoming hand.

Damn, the Japanese are your father, no wonder you will have an American father in the future.

"Calm down, calm down, Madam."

Two dollars were stuffed into his hands.

Taijun's words are unexpectedly powerful. No matter how hard a garlic tries, it will never be a person of orange. This is a simple truth. Is it ignorance or just licking your face and trying to get close to it?

"Yoshi"

I'm going to wash your mother's face!