I want to be a good person

Damn it, how dare you look down on my poor relative.

I teased myself in my heart.

"What do you do?"

"The work with the Locust Army is finished, so I came here to do some small business."

"Well, he has a good physique, so he can be a worker."

There was a heavy pat on the shoulder.

"Really, how much?"

"17.5 yuan a month."

"so tall?"

"Thank you, Tai-kun."

Zhang Aiguo bowed.

"Sayunala."

Get out of here now, and never see you again!

I will find time to send you to the underworld and let you suffer in the eighteen levels of hell.

There is no need to wander around too much. The prosperous areas are Fuji-cho, Kita-Sanjo-cho, Shiki-torishima-cho, and Akagi-cho in front of Anshan Station. The streets are wide and the houses on both sides are arranged in an orderly manner.

The Japanese soldiers and the Chinese can still be clearly distinguished. Judging from their walking posture and the liveliness of their eyes, those who are timid and submissive should be Chinese.

A few boys were fighting, shouting in Japanese.

Several men and women in gorgeous clothes stood by and watched with smiles on their faces.

Three or four people were beating one, and while they were observing, the one being beaten fell to the ground without noticing and was kicked hard.

Zhang Aiguo was angry, he pressed his hat and was about to step forward.

A woman in a kimono ran up to the child in small steps, bowed continuously, and tried to pull up the fallen child. After being beaten, she even apologized on behalf of the child.

Chinese characters make up a large proportion of the current Japanese language, so basic conversations are no longer a problem.

The people who were watching the fun with a smile on their faces felt unhappy and walked forward leisurely.

"I'm really sorry for causing trouble to everyone."

"I apologize to everyone, please forgive me."

……

The bow was at 90 degrees, does this mean that the face touched the hand?

You lost control of your body and rubbed someone's foot?

It turns out that the Japanese devils are also divided into different levels. Humans have their own life, and ghosts have their own life. They have many things in common.

A careful observation of the barracks of the Anshan Independent Garrison Team revealed that it was organized like a battalion, which really shows some care and effort.

There were several trucks parked inside, including Ford V8-51 trucks, Isuzu Type and Type , as well as three-wheeled motorcycles, which should be Harley-Davidsons sold in the United States, and officers riding in Ford Model Y vehicles.

Americans, who claim to be free, just and democratic, are the main supplier of materials behind the Japanese. They are descendants of a group of pirates. Think about the Indians, the Queen of Hawaii, and Mexico, who are the beneficiaries of many of their ideas.

There is a water tower and a torii gate on the opposite side of Lushan Mountain, and in the distance there are many large chimneys with thick smoke billowing out of them.

Well, not environmentally friendly at all.

The Onoda Cement Factory was shipping goods in full swing. Zhang Aiguo changed his clothes in an empty alley and walked towards the steel plant.

According to historical records, 1935 tons of pig iron and more than 47 tons of steel billets were produced in 30, 80% of which were shipped back to the Japanese homeland. At that time, China's annual steel output was 5 tons.

Iron and steel plants, rolling mills, steel-bearing mills, coking plants and other factories are lined up.

None of the guards at the door were from the puppet Manchukuo army; they were all Japanese devils. They were small in stature but very strong.

"Kaka."

The sound of a bullet being loaded.

With both hands raised high, holding the documents.

"Taijun, good people, do your own work."

"One of our own."

These words caused the Japs to burst into laughter.

"Hahaha."

"Hahaha."

"Hurry up, you pig."

"Taijun, look."

He had a fawning look on his face and didn't dare to smile.

"Yoshi."

"I want to continue to serve the Locust Army. Please grant my wish, Lord Taijun."

A Japanese soldier came forward and checked my whole body inside and out, even asking me to take off my shoes.

After finishing the body search, the Japanese soldier nodded.

The sergeant returned to the post and made a phone call.

Ten minutes later, a Japanese soldier in work clothes came out to lead people.

"Noyama-kun, please check."

After saying that, he handed over two documents.

"Hey, I'm sorry to bother Shimada-kun."

"Wang Dacai, follow me."

The Japanese soldier named Yeshan shouted a few words at Zhang Aiguo.

"It's me, Tai-jun."

After the implementation of the strategy of using Chinese to control Chinese, the Japanese who believed in Bushido looked down on traitors from the bottom of their hearts, but they had to passively accept it due to the reality.

The Japanese speak Chinese so well, it feels more pure than my own.

As I walked, I paid attention to the layout of the factory. There were sentry towers in every corner and barbed wire on the walls.

Those who are skinny and ragged are special laborers. They do heavy physical labor and eat poorly. Many of them are staggering, but they are still holding on with the desire to live. If they fall down, they will die.

"Snapped"

It's just a whip.

"Ashiba."

The most damning traitors come from Korea.

If he dislikes someone, he will whip him.

In the office, Ye Shanjun took out an armband and a wooden baton from the drawer.

"You, go and manage them. You must obey and work hard."

"Hey."

Finally, he waved his hand in disgust and let Zhang Aiguo leave.

"Damn it, you wasted a good cigarette of mine."

Zhang Aiguo staggered out with a cigarette in his mouth.

If something goes wrong, it will definitely implicate the relatives and friends of Wang Dacai, the leader of the Chahar faction, and the guarantee system will be used to investigate it thoroughly.

Zhang Aiguo said that he was very calm inside. Since he had picked up the bowl of a traitor, he had to bear the risk of it falling to the ground, and he did not have any mental pressure.

What do tens of thousands of special workers eat? Zhang Aiguo smelled it around 5 pm. It tasted a bit rotten, not as good as what pigs eat. It was a mixture of various powders.

We swear to never become slaves of a conquered nation and we must never be taken captive. We worship the Japs as our ancestors, but they treat the Chinese as pigs. It's so damn ironic.

This kind of food is only available twice a day. Even if these people are rescued, their bodies will be weakened and they won't live long.

"what are you doing?"

A Korean stick saw Zhang Aiguo in a daze, so he walked over, wanting to show off his seniority and give a lesson on class distinctions.

"hiss"

The horsewhip lashed towards Zhang Aiguo with the sound of wind.

He took a quick step forward, his foot slipped, and he crashed into the opponent's arms, and was hit on the wrist by the baton.

It's a pity that it's not a solid support.

"Boom"

The other person sat down on the ground, covering his right wrist with his left hand.

"idiot."

Hey, why don’t you speak Korean anymore?

"Clap"

Two big slaps on the left and right.

While the other party is still not able to react, attack him first.

"Baga! How dare you insult the Locust Army? You deserve to die!"

He picked up the whip and didn't bother to pay attention to it.

"I do not have."

"If you say no, then there is no."

"I…"

"What am I talking about? Think about it first."

A patrol team of four came over. Zhang Aiguo trotted over, took out a pair of Jinqiu cigarettes, distributed the cigarettes and helped light them with matches.

"Thank you for your hard work, Taijun."

"I was playing a little joke on him."

"Yoshi."

The Japs just glanced at him and turned away.

"Damn traitor!"

Countless curses were silently thrown along with the act of flattery.

The Korean stick's face was red and swollen, and the strong sense of shame made it angry. It stood up and pounced on him.

"Let's go."

A heart-hugging kick was thrown straight out.

Come quickly and leave quickly.

When they heard the sound, they just turned their heads. In their minds, it was just a dog-eat-dog fight.