I want to be a good person

"I am a country boy with no knowledge. Please forgive me."

"How dare I? It will take the intervention of the old village chief, haha."

Zhang Aiguo didn't believe that the other party didn't know the situation outside. The old guy was too unkind. If he was a little soft, everything would be changed. He was coming with public opinion and forceful.

"However, if you kill the bandits, it will also cause great trouble to our village. The bandits are very vengeful, and I guess the villagers will suffer."

"Old village chief, let's be frank. The year is coming to an end and bandits are coming into the village. You are still thinking of leaving something behind. I'm afraid that just giving money won't help. You think there are really righteous bandits, but that's not the time yet."

"That was just a possibility, now it's a certainty."

"Okay, stop hiding it. Just say what you want to say. There's no point beating around the bush."

"Look, the bandits have escaped. They may come back to take revenge in a few days. You have caused trouble. It is almost the end of the year. Why don't you stay here and spend the New Year before leaving?"

"Old village chief, this is inappropriate."

"Don't worry, I will pay you, and you don't have to do anything. I mean well, and the Chinese New Year is a big holiday for us Chinese."

"If you don't want to stay, I won't force you. I just want to see you alone so that you won't feel lonely. It's the New Year and it has to be lively."

Zhang Aiguo lowered his head and thought for a while. He was alone anyway. The Japanese traitors and spies were right there. He couldn't run or leave. He had to support the country with his own shoulders. For the war of resistance, he was just a bystander and didn't want to be a bystander.

"Okay, I'll leave after the New Year. I don't want any wages, just provide me with food and drink and feed the animals well."

"I knew from the beginning that you were a brave and righteous hero who believed in justice and morality."

"Hahaha, I'm just a free-spirited person. I have no restrictions. Morals and etiquette have nothing to do with me."

"Um"

The old village chief was embarrassed for a moment and did not play by the rules.

"Okay, you guys go back first. I'll go see the direction the bandits ran. You guys go find out where their lair is tomorrow."

"Could it be"

"You can be a thief for a thousand days, but you can never be on guard against thieves for a thousand days. Being targeted by thieves makes you feel uneasy, let alone a life-and-death feud."

"Okay, okay, you are a righteous man indeed."

The old village chief took a deep look and turned back.

Zhang Aiguo walked up to the dead bandit. The bandit was wearing a thick fur hat, which was made of dog, cat, rabbit or wolf skin. He was wearing an old cotton jacket with a leather collar vest, a black cloth belt around his waist, leggings, and what seemed to be a pair of old leather boots. He pulled out the pistol from his waist and directly collected the body.

Damn, the bandit leader ran away. Their hats are usually made of otter skin and are valuable.

He climbed onto the horse, grabbed the reins, and turned around on the spot.

"drive"

"Da Da, Da Da"

The horses began to run slowly, the sound of their hooves vibrating, and soon disappeared into the night.

"Master, he didn't run away, did he?"

"Nonsense, his donkey cart and carpentry work are still there, where are they going?"

"Yes~Yes, I was talking nonsense"

"Without him tonight, we don't know what would have happened. You should thank him, because he saved our lives."

"The master is right"

"How many shots did you two fire?"

"Five or six shots"

"I have seven or eight guns"

"Did you hit it?"

"They hit him, but there are no bodies. Otherwise, why would the bandits run away? There must be a lot of dead."

“Yeah, that makes sense.”

“Where did the body go?”

"have no idea"

"It seems that a bandit just fell to the ground."

"Okay, go back and stop talking."

"Yes, sir"

"Yes, sir"

The two gunners looked at each other and despised each other. It turned out that they were not the only ones who hid the bullets.

Zhang Aiguo had no good intentions when he ran out to follow the bandits. He just thought it was easier to bury things in the dark, and they were all men who dared to resist the Japanese devils. Their bodies should be buried in peace and not be taken away to exchange for a reward.

A more important reason was that the reward was too little and not as valuable as the horses and guns he had picked up, and his body had not been searched yet.

I got off the horse and stood alone in the wilderness, the wind blew past me, the moon was high and the stars were sparse, it was a bit cold!

They chose a good spot and started digging, using all their pickaxes and shovels. The ground was frozen hard and every time they dug, the pickaxes hit the gravel, sending out sparks.

With great effort, they put the five people, who were stripped to nothing but their silk underpants, together and backfilled the space.

Zhang Aiguo thought of the silk shorts, which were really cool and valuable, but he couldn't have them for fear of syphilis. He took out three Jiaoyun cigarettes, lit them, stuck them into the dirt, and put his hands together: "Brother, don't blame me, maybe you can be reborn to the place where I was in my last life, and you won't starve. In this world, dying early and being reborn later is the best way, so have good luck."

Zhang Aiguo took off all the bandit's clothes, and they were of pretty good quality. In that era, many people at the bottom of society only had one cotton coat, and sometimes it was not uncommon for the whole family to have one, not to mention fur coats.

From ancient times to the present, the world has been upside down, focusing only on clothes rather than people. In China, external clothing is one of the most effective symbols to distinguish between superiors and inferiors, and reality can easily reflect dreams.

Zhang Aiguo also smoked a Jiao Yun cigarette. When the cigarette was finished, he used a shovel to level the soil, wiped the non-existent sweat on the slightly raised ground, and said with self-movement: "Brothers, the last wish to fight the Japanese is entrusted to me. I have all smoked Jiao Yun cigarettes. Please bless me with good luck, otherwise, hahaha"

"Snapped"

It was a Continental rifle that fired a shot into the ground.

"This is the end"

After saying this, he pulled the reins, used his hands to gain leverage on the saddle, climbed onto the red horse, sat up, moved his right leg backward, touched the horse's belly, and the horse immediately rushed out like a catapult.

"drive"

Running towards the village, a lone shadow rose and fell in the night. If the five people on the ground had souls, no one knew whether they were happy or sad at this moment.

After entering the village, the red horse did not slow down. The rapid sound of "da da da" of its hooves caused the dogs to bark wildly again.

"You still want to sleep? No way. I haven't slept yet."

The old village chief didn't sleep. He was waiting anxiously for Zhang Aiguo to come back. He sat on a chair, but his head was nodding.

A "whoosh" sound was heard, followed by the neighing of a war horse.

Zhang Aiguo originally wanted to show off and act cool, but after he stopped the horse, he found that the reins were too tight, and the horse was uneasy. It suddenly stood up on its front hooves and almost fell off. Although the action was cool, he still broke out in a cold sweat. Standing up means falling, and if it drags and kicks again, he will be slapped in the face for not showing off.

His face turned pale, and he got off the horse angrily, then led the horse into the yard.

The old village chief tried to stay awake and wanted to talk to Zhang Aiguo. The two gunners were also waiting. They knew their own marksmanship well. It was fine to brag about it in normal times, but they had no chance of winning in actual combat.

"Old man, I'm back"