I want to be a good person

After checking out, I drank some corn porridge and ate two fried dough sticks, and I felt much warmer.

Zhang Aiguo stepped on the snow, black and white, and the mixed color was not gray.

The space contained the steamed buns, baked cakes, and dumplings that had just been bought, as well as two small jars of corn wine.

It was the best place in Manchukuo and had a prosperous economy.

When the pharmacy opened for business, Zhang Aiguo thought about buying some medicines.

"You want to buy so many medicines?"

"You're not selling it?"

"For sale. Mainly because you're buying a lot of medicine for red injuries. The Japanese don't allow you to sell them. Please register them."

"Ah, how could that be? There is also a ginseng to nourish my old man."

"Sanqi, safflower, I don't need to tell you the rest. I tell you, the Japanese know as much as we do. I run a pharmacy just to make a living, don't make it difficult for me."

"So troublesome? I won't buy it, okay?"

"You just don't buy from me. It's the same in any store. The Japanese are catching people everywhere...right? You know what I mean!"

"How about I buy them separately? I think you are quite righteous."

"The Japanese have been studying the pharmacological effects since the Tang Dynasty. They have put more effort into it and their attainments are deeper than ours. I'm really sorry if you don't register. I'm also afraid of going to jail. Once you're in, even if you can get out, you won't get out in one piece."

"That's fine."

They were unwilling, and Zhang Aiguo was unwilling to force them. He had some spare ones in his space, and he suddenly decided to buy some to give to the anti-Japanese heroes. There is no such thing as an uninjured warrior in a war, and bullets and shells have no eyes, so of course the more the better.

When sulfa arrives, we will definitely make a big move.

Zhang Aiguo strolled around, buying a little from this house and a little from that house.

Before long, I felt someone was staring at me, and I started to feel uncomfortable.

I don't know which drugstore owner called the police, but he kept going in and out of the drugstore and the smell was on his body, so people in the industry could tell by the smell.

He took off the dog-skin hat on his head and carried the newly bought medicinal herbs.

There were at least four kinds of footsteps behind me, perhaps a person, a ghost, and Er Gouzi.

Koreans are called Ergouzi in the three northeastern provinces, with a typical mad dog style.

According to the Japanese devils' disclosure after the war, there were 250 million Korean soldiers among the approximately 160 million Japanese troops invading China, and as many as 38 of them in the army of the pseudo "Manchukuo". These may be the Japanese devils' words to shirk responsibility, but it is a fact that there were a large number of them and they committed numerous crimes.

Zhang Aiguo kept circling around, but the other party was reluctant to take action. He must be thinking about seeing who else he could contact so that he could catch them all in one fell swoop.

The unfamiliarity with the terrain made it easy to get lost. The alley that I turned into unexpectedly turned out to be a dead end, and it was a bit deep.

Zhang Aiguo wanted to turn around, but footsteps were approaching him from behind.

"Good citizen certificate?"

"Here I go."

Two puppet Manchukuo policemen, two plainclothes officers, wearing different shoes, what is the difference?

You treat the Japanese as your queen, but the Japanese don't treat you as a human being.

"What did you buy?"

"Medicine for red wounds. Someone in my family broke his leg while climbing the mountain."

"Which mountain?"

"To reply to the boss, Dadingzi Mountain."

"What are you doing up in the mountains in the snow?"

"I'm thinking of hunting some prey and selling them for some money to celebrate the New Year!"

"What do you use to hunt?"

The two plainclothes officers did not move, their hands did not come out of their pockets, and their eyes were full of vigilance.

"Bird gun."

"Did you hit him?"

"Didn't hit them? Those beasts hid too deep."

Zhang Aiguo listened to the other party's slow and unhurried questions, his heart tense. They were waiting, what were they waiting for?

it goes without saying.

There is also a sound of footsteps made by shoes stepping on snow, but I didn't see the prototype.

Two plainclothes officers suddenly attacked. With their single eyelids and thin lips, it was obvious that they were not kind people.

The action techniques are the best in the universe, the Korean style.

His left hand was like a dragon emerging from water, poking his eyes, kicking, and then he took a step forward and used a high left whip kick to hit another plainclothes officer under the ear, knocking him out directly.

Retract your legs, turn around, bend your front fingers, close together and tighten them, and quickly hit the fake police's Adam's apple.

The remaining fake police officer reacted and just took out his pistol. Before he could turn on the safety and pull the hammer, Zhang Aiguo dodged and gave a low side kick, piercing the opponent's shin bone section with all his strength.

"Click"

The fibula is so fragile that it will break into pieces even if it is not broken.

“Ah~ah”

“Ah~ah”

“Hmm~Hmm.”

They howled in pain, some hugged their legs, some covered their crotches, and some touched their necks.

With a small dagger in hand, bleeding animals is an intoxicating act.

They quickly picked up the body, found more than twenty old sheep notes, a six-shooter, a metal baton, two kettles, two seven-shot guns, and some bullets.

Holding the gun in his hand, it was all Zhang Xiaoliu’s former pride.

There should be Japanese soldiers observing inconspicuously on both sides of the alley entrance. They set up traps to lure others to come and rescue.

The doors were tightly closed and no one opened them.

Look at the walls, masonry walls.

He retreated to the other side, accelerated rapidly, pushed his feet against the wall, gained leverage twice, placed his hands on the top of the wall, flipped over, and ran back along the roof ridge.

The tiles underfoot made crackling sounds from time to time, but no one shouted or made a sound.

She lay on the roof, observed the passers-by, jumped down from the other side, patted the hem of her cotton robe, wrapped a thick scarf around her neck, and put on a shiny and silky mink hat, her temperament immediately changed.

A group of Japanese soldiers patrolled by.

Zhang Aiguo takes off his hat in salute, may your heads be cut off and blood flow!

The slightly shabby Manchukuo Imperial Palace is said to have many gold and silver porcelains engraved with orchid imperial emblems. I really want to go and see it.

The guards at the door were Japanese soldiers, the puppet emperor was served by Japanese maids, and the military police monitored everyone who came in and out. Rights? Freedom?

How about a celebration?

There is a little lack of confidence, which comes from the lack of firepower.

The range of the Type 92 gun was too short, so I kept the location of the Manchukuo Central Building in mind.

You can't stay for long, the fake police start to come and drive people away. The high steps and a large number of obstacles clearly tell ordinary people that this is not the place you should come.

Corruption, real corruption. This is exactly the same as the Kuomintang government we saw in Nanjing before. Corruption has become the main theme. Who will support it? It is a matter of sooner or later that they will be abandoned.

The next step was to hurry on the road, change into the Type 5 military uniform in a remote area, ride on a three-wheeled vehicle, put on goggles, and rush towards the city gate.

The fake police and detective team at the city gate were carefully checking the pedestrians coming in and out. When they saw the motorcycle coming, they stood at attention, saluted, and watched it leave. It was a bit magical.

The city was gradually fading away behind him. Zhang Aiguo hurried to change his clothes, mounted his white horse, and went down to the small road. Following the security road built by the Japanese, he could easily run into the puppet Manchukuo army, military police, puppet police, and detective teams. He was even more afraid of being targeted by the Anti-Japanese United Army.

At this time, the Anti-Japanese United Army was in a period of rapid development. Its ranks were constantly expanding, but its foundation was not solid. The Japanese Kwantung Army did not take it seriously and only dispatched 3 people from the Japanese and puppet Manchukuo troops to carry out the so-called "bandit suppression".

Forget it, whether it is icing on the cake or providing timely help, it depends on your heart and God’s will.

Walking north along the compass, the population becomes less and less populated.

Riding a horse is cold and damp, and after a long time, it is easy to get hemorrhoids, which are hard to talk about. Zhang Aiguo tied a piece of wolf skin around his waist to protect his butt. This was invented by a smart man from Shandong who went to Guandong.

After a lot of effort, I saw someone ahead and rode forward to ask for directions.