I want to be a good person

The blade of the wakizashi pierced the neck from left to right.

The lantern fell off and Zhang Aiguo quickly picked it up.

The corpse tried to fall, but was grabbed by a hand, pulled in, and fell to the ground with a clang.

“San’er, what’s wrong with you? You don’t have a woman, so you’re so anxious and you even tripped.”

The second guard came in, still laughing.

When he saw San'er lying down, he knew something was wrong and was about to take the gun off his shoulder.

"puff"

The knife cut his throat and the blood kept gushing out, unable to be stopped.

Zhang Aiguo came in from the door with a start.

"You're the one who pushed me, so I'll pay you back for what you did."

The smell of blood filled the room, making people feel sick.

He picked up two old rifle shells and looked through all the bullets and money on his body, but there was not a single thing left.

Zhang Aiguo really didn't like the clothes they wore.

He took out a dog-skin hat and put it on his head, which made him feel much warmer.

After locking the door, Zhang Aiguo covered his face with a cloth, held the guard in his hand, and closed the door.

I climbed up the blue brick wall and looked at the entire village. The village is not big, with more than 20 households.

The sound that comes is the movement of someone trying to create a human being, like a cat in spring.

"Wang Wang Wang."

The dog barked twice.

The house at my feet looks like an ancestral hall. A stone wall was built along the village, enclosing the village in the middle.

Entering the main hall, there was indeed a tablet with the surname Leng. It seemed as if he was still in Rehe at the moment, with uneven temperatures.

The granaries seem to be together as well. Are they eating from a big pot?

No matter how good the lock is, it is not as strong as a crowbar, and the door nose was pulled down.

The room was filled to the brim, as big as four rooms, and contained two large vats of cooking oil.

A rich village, a blood-drinking village.

I shone the flashlight on the wall and found a food rationing system with detailed and tiered rationing. What a talented person! Could it be that he was also reborn or traveled through time?

Thinking about this, I feel a little scared. Should I just say, "Odds change, but evens remain the same," and turn hostility into friendship?

In case a symbol pops up, look at the quadrant.

There are a lot of bacon hanging in the dining hall next door!

Zhang Aiguo didn't dare to take it, for fear that it would be two legs of mutton.

He jumped off the wall, landing on the front of his feet first. His body leaned forward and he pressed the ground with his hand, making a slight sound.

The conversation in the room was intense and the confrontation had reached a fever pitch.

The door was opened with a knife. The bolt was not fastened again, and a small wooden stick tied with a hemp rope touched the door.

After entering the house and heating up the kang, the woman on the kang closed her eyes, stretched her arms across her back, and locked her legs, wishing she could melt into the man.

What a great move, the old tree with tangled roots, what a great move, the cross stranglehold!

"call"

The man was strangled by the cross, his breathing became heavier and heavier, and he was about to give in.

I suddenly felt a chill on my neck, turned my head to take a look, and the next moment I was scared to death.

Unfortunately, it only took a moment, just a moment, and it only took three or four seconds.

At this time, Zhang Aiguo tiptoed to the edge of the pit.

The woman was about to rush to the top of the mountain. The power of the cross stranglehold was too great, she just had to hold on.

The road was muddy and my blood was all over my face. It was easy to go downhill but difficult to go uphill, so I slid to the bottom.

With a frozen neck, they fought bloody battles like desperate mandarin ducks.

There were two children sleeping in another room, one kicked off the quilt and the other was wetting the bed.

The incense is so strong that the next family will come and collect their belongings before dawn.

Flowers bloom in the center and radiate outwards.

The dogs in the village felt uneasy and started barking loudly.

The cattle, horses and sheep were startled and began to neigh along with the crowd.

Several families living near the village wall have dogs, more than one.

He was very alert and could hear the noise of men and women getting dressed as soon as the dog barked.

"Boss, get your guns."

"Um"

As soon as the door opens.

Both men and women held guns in their hands, old-style muskets, under the moonlight.

"Clap"

The Turtle Box opened fire.

Suddenly everything became chaotic.

"Dangdangdangdang"

"Bang, bang, bang, bang"

People at the village gate rang the gong and the bronze bell.

"boom"

In order to call the police, Chongtian fired a shot.

Zhang Aiguo cleaned up the houses in a clockwise direction, leaving only a few houses on the outermost edge.

When I opened the door, the dog was still barking, trying to break free from the chain around its neck.

"Boom"

There was a sound of a bird gun behind him, and the iron plate that had teleported out was hit with a crackling sound.

Is there anyone else in this house?

Zhang Aiguo's foresight of danger saved him. The iron sand could not kill people at a distance, but it caused a large wound, was difficult to clean, caused constant bleeding, and was prone to infection.

Sulfonamide had just been discovered and "sulfapyridine" was not produced until 1937, now called Prontosil.

He fired a shot and knocked down the murderer.

"Clap"

The magazine slipped and fell to the ground, probably because the hand accidentally pressed the magazine catch.

I picked it up and replaced it with a new one. The remaining bastard boxes were all produced after 1932. The production year and month were engraved on the gun body. At this time, the problems with the firing pin and recoil spring had been solved.

He opened the door again and threw the body out at attention.

"bang bang bang"

Four shots hit the body, coming from both sides.

Zhang Aiguo had no merit and hid under the gate.

"Hit"

"Hit him"

His tone was full of joy.

"Tiedan, go over there and take a look. Laowu, come over here from my side."

"it is good"

There was nervousness in the footsteps and rapid breathing.

"boom"

Another shot hit the body.

The pace quickens.

I kicked it with my foot and it didn't move.

"Dead, dead"

Shouted with joy.

The man named Lao Wu noticed that the body shape and clothes were not right, and thought that the man looked familiar. He was about to squat down and take a look at the face.

"Clap clap clap"

The two men fell silently, one shot and two shots fired.

He rolled over and arrived next to the corpse.

"Whizzing"

The bullets hit the gate, one hit the brick, and the other hit the brick as well.

Stretch out your left and right hands 180 degrees, making full use of the good pointing characteristics of the turtle box.

In the dark night, the red light from the muzzle was very obvious, exposing the location.

Zhang Aiguo lowered the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger continuously.

Four gunshots were heard, followed by the sound of something falling to the ground with a clang.

The only sounds left in the village were dogs barking. Some children had woken up and were crying and shouting for their parents.

Those who kill will always be killed.

The gate of the enclosure was closed tightly. Zhang Aiguo took out a hammer and nails and nailed the three bolts on the upper and lower doors with a few hammers. The gate was more than 100 millimeters thick and could not be penetrated by bullets from pistols or rifles.

He returned to the ancestral hall, sat in the main hall, lit three cigarettes and placed them in the incense burner.

I blew out a smoke ring and felt a lot more relaxed.

When the day breaks, the dog stops barking, perhaps because it is tired or because no one supports it and it has no leverage. The child falls asleep after crying himself tired, and the village becomes dead silent.

"Kang Dang"

The door of the ancestral hall was pushed open, and a child about fourteen or fifteen years old rushed in with a bird gun in his hand.

Zhang Aiguo grabbed the box on the table and shot it.

There was only one last thing left, so he got up and found his ox cart, and gained an additional 18 riding horses, 5 draft horses, 4 oxen, 49 sheep, and 5 horse-drawn carts.

They searched every house, drawers and corner, and found five large yellow croakers, 5 silver dollars of various types, 573 rifles, one box pistol, two seven-pistol revolvers (the legendary gun used by the red-haired political commissar) and some bullets.

There are also furs and cloth, they are really rich.

No one is wrong. In order to survive, in order to survive, it is the world that is wrong!

The village must have developed on the blood and flesh of countless people. It was naked, primary plunder.

Damn this world, when will it be broken?