I want to be a good person

Prestige is earned through hard work, and the factory is also a small society.

Seven days later, Zhang Aiguo had initially gained his footing. Looking at the baton in his hand that he had played with like a flower, he felt a little depressed.

Damn, how could he have the potential to be a traitor?

I don't understand.

Manage upwards and be accountable downwards?

A lot of cigarettes were distributed, and we became familiar with the Japanese soldiers, and each of them was worth a cigarette.

The steel plant's equipment is too large to be stored, and it is not possible to blow up the key equipment for the time being. The Japanese defense and guards are very tight, so it is a bit difficult to do.

Only when things get chaotic will there be a chance to fish in troubled waters. Looking at the special workers who are working with numb eyes, is there any chance to give it a try?

We will die sooner or later, so do you still have courage?

It's difficult, very difficult. The key is that I have to get myself out of this. If I get myself involved, it won't be worth it no matter how you look at it. My money and woman cannot be given to others. Could it be that I have to be Wang's driver?

Don't even think about it, especially Yang Zihao, who more or less noticed some signs that the other women were trying to add fuel to the fire.

"You, you, and you, come here."

Zhang Aiguo selected three more people. They had been busy for the past few days, investigating the Japanese's visible and hidden sentries, keeping on guard and defending, and also selecting courageous prisoners of war. Officers were fine, but the foremen were mostly colonels and lieutenants, and they were even more ruthless in bullying their own people.

"Come with me and move things for Taijun."

When the Japanese guards saw this scene, they didn't say much. Zhang Aiguo kept buying cooked food and liquor, and the superficial harmony was achieved.

The Japanese soldiers have to support their families and their lives are very tight, so no one would reject a flatterer who offers them benefits.

Wang Dacai was a traitor for a long time and had been tested by the devils, which was the main reason why he was able to blend in with the devils.

"Where are you from?"

“From Hunan.”

"What about you?"

“I’m from Shanxi.”

“I am from Rehe.”

The three people felt that Zhang Aiguo was different from the others.

Looking at the greedy expressions of the three people, Zhang Aiguo handed over the cigarette in his mouth.

"buzz"

After taking a deep breath, the three of them took turns taking a puff.

"Work hard, the Locust Army will promote a few foremen. I am very optimistic about you."

"Thank you for your cultivation, Captain."

The people of Rehe quickly expressed their loyalty.

The Japs divided the prisoners of war into large groups and then assigned foremen to supervise them at all levels.

Zhang Aiguo was in charge of one of the battalions, which had 300 men. He got his position by collecting 20 yuan of old sheep's money from a Japanese soldier with a look of contempt on his face.

He looks down on people and yet takes money to do things for them.

"Well, that's good. I'll reserve one for you. Go back first."

He looked at the other two, his clenched hands and his deliberately lowered head, proving that he still had some blood in him.

"Hello, Majesty."

Zhang Aiguo bowed and scraped to the Japanese soldiers passing by and greeted them proactively.

The atmosphere between the three people became increasingly awkward. Zhang Aiguo stopped talking, and the other two lowered their heads, not knowing what they were thinking.

Today's supervision was a bit strange, inexplicably strange, and it lasted for two minutes.

"Want to go home?"

"what?"

I looked around and saw no Japanese passing by.

"We will die here sooner or later. The devils never treat Chinese people as human beings."

"Give it a try, maybe you can get away."

"Should I stay and wait for death, or should I have a great fight?"

Zhang Aiguo talked to himself.

The two people opposite were shocked. This person's behavior was obviously that of an old traitor. Could it be fake?

"Are you Red?"

"No, I'm just a Chinese with a conscience."

"That…"

The Hunanese man reached out and grabbed the Shanxi man's collar, obviously not trusting him. Southerners are always very cunning.

"If you stay, you will die sooner or later."

"We don't have enough to eat and we don't have warm clothes."

Zhang Aiguo saw that their dormitory was like a concentration camp. The room was packed tightly together. People could keep each other warm in the winter, but it would be even more miserable when summer came.

"Think about it. It's best to contact a man of integrity and be careful not to let the news leak out."

"We don't have guns, and we can't beat them with our bare hands."

The Hunan man said in a low voice.

"Even if we have guns, it's hard for us to beat them."

The Shanxi people are stabbing in the back.

"I will provide you with guns and knives, but it is impossible for everyone to have one."

"We need to grab more guns and risk our lives."

"How much can you offer?"

"Four ten-shot box rifles, four Type 24 rifles, four bayonets, and grenades."

"carbine?"

"It's a short Type 38 carbine."

"How did you bring it in?"

"bang bang"

Kicked twice.

"Hurry back to work and don't be lazy."

He turned around and bowed to the Japanese with a flattering smile.

"Taijun."

He diligently took out a cigarette and helped to light it with a match.

"Yoshi."

Zhang Aiguo didn't care whether bombing the steel plant would bring fatal disasters to the migrant workers and prisoners of war. He felt that his vision was not good enough.

The butt always determines the height. There are so many people sacrificed that they can’t even be counted as cold numbers.

Four days passed in a flash. The Japanese had developed a habit. When they saw Zhang Aiguo, they would stop and wait for cigarettes.

Fuck! It's a conditioned reflex. This is like training an animal. It's worse than a beast.

"Captain, I have a situation report."

"Report, I have it too."

Among the workers, some had their eyes rolling around, some were gritting their teeth, and some had a blank expression on their faces, all of them with a turbulent mind.

"There is nothing wrong with this. I can't talk about it here."

"Captain, the matter..."

"Damn it, why can't I poop?"

The cigarette butt was thrown at his feet.

"follow me"

"Ink what?"

The two stood respectfully, as if they were talking about something.

"The people have been contacted, 20 in total."

"The night is long and dreams are many, so let's take action tonight."

"Okay, what should we do if the devils have wolfhounds at night?"

"There are Japanese guards guarding our shed area."

"It's okay, leave it to me."

What rebellion lacks is a leader. Humans will follow blindly and go with the crowd, and they will do anything to survive.

"Go back. Grit your teeth and hold on."

At 11:50 at night, Zhang Aiguo got up and began to put on his clothes. The rustling sound woke up the supervisor beside him.

"what happened?"

"My stomach hurts and I have a stomachache. I have to go quickly."

"Go ahead, hold on, and don't fart."

The other party kindly reminded me, yes, a stomachache cannot withstand the blow of a fart, so I must not believe it.

The other party's kindness was due to Zhang Aiguo's status in the hearts of the Japanese.

The searchlight on the watchtower was shining regularly, and there was a Type 99 light machine gun on a parallel plane.

It was spring but suddenly the weather turned cold. The night wind was a bit chilly. A patrol team of four Japanese soldiers came over with wolfhounds.

The wolfhound barked a few times.

"You, why don't you sleep?"

"Taijun, my stomach hurts."

"Go quickly."

"Don't worry, don't worry, just smoke."

The match was blown out by the wind just as it was lit.