I want to be a good person

The four people opposite were wearing different clothes, dressed like ordinary people, riding horses, and had vicious eyes.

Zhang Aiguo wore cavalry boots, leather leggings, a sheepskin coat, a dogskin hat without the badge, a dogskin scarf, and sheepskin gloves.

The warhorse was camouflaged in white.

As the two sides approached each other, they both felt that the other party was not a good person.

They passed each other and looked at each other. When their eyes met, a different spark instantly collided, but no one said a word.

I still had some hope that no conflict would occur.

Five words suddenly floated in the wind, someone mentioned something.

"Nice tall legs!"

Then he uttered another sentence.

"How about stringing some leaves together?"

The wages of avarice is death!

Hu Zi, in the final analysis, they are all the same kind of people, they all rely on robbing, the objects of their robbing are different, they worship Bodhidharma, while I worship God.

The horse turned behind him, and the sound of horse hooves headed north.

"The northwest sky is covered with clouds!"

Haha, you still have to touch Wan. What do I have to say? We are all one family in the martial arts world!

This is not selling anything. You only know half of it and it's a cannon fodder. Someone will take responsibility for it. If you make a mistake, someone will die.

I will abide by the rules if they are beneficial to me, and I will stay away from them if they are not beneficial to me. This is how realistic people and ghosts are!

Rules are meant to be broken. Those who dare to shout them out are the ones who make the rules. If something doesn't suit your mind or restricts you, just change it.

The first principle of life is to strike first to gain the strength, and to strike last to suffer the consequences.

His marksmanship, skill and cunning are the foundation of Huzi's survival. He dare not gamble.

Then...

"bang bang"

Two shots hit two people.

"what"

He fell off his horse and blood splattered.

"Fuck you, you have no moral principles. You sneak attacked and stabbed him!"

"Bang, bang"

The opponent's two shots hit the iron plate, creating sparks.

The opponent doesn't even need to aim, the gun will fire as soon as it is swung, and it will hit the target.

The opponent rolled off his horse to the ground, and they fired a few shots at each other. If he didn't die, he would be hung on the wall.

The big-bellied guy is really hot and has plenty of firepower. Some of the other side uses a rifle, or a waist-mounted rifle in jargon, which has less firepower, but the box rifle is very accurate.

The dog-skin hat was shot off by a bullet just because the head was stuck out a little bit more, and the air seemed to smell like burnt hair.

They shot at each other, but neither could do anything to the other. He had an iron shield, while the opponent had an amazing reaction speed and lay in a ditch on the side of the road, stuck in a stalemate.

"My friend on the other side, we have no grudges against each other. I am sorry for the offense. I lost two brothers and I am angry. Why don't we each take a step back and the world will be bright and clear."

"The road leads to heaven, each of us walks on his own side, the wind disperses and the clouds disappear, and we owe nothing to each other."

"Okay, sir, a gentleman's word is as good as his bond! Thank you for your kindness."

After the conversation, neither side moved. They couldn't trust each other. No matter what they said or what they said, they couldn't joke with their lives!

"呲呲"

Smoke billowed from the grenade.

"one two three."

He threw a grenade blindly, and it flew towards the direction where the sound came from.

The best strategy is to alert the enemy before they are killed.

"Fuck, grenade!"

The other party became anxious and panicked, and rushed backwards with his back bent.

"boom"

Zhang Aiguo listened attentively to the noise. After a long time, the ground became really cold.

How did the martyrs survive?

It was thirty or forty degrees below zero, snowing heavily, and the wind was biting!

"Squeak."

very light.

Zhang Aiguo stood up quickly, pulled the trigger, and shot at the face diagonally.

Quick, accurate and ruthless, avoid the enemy's strengths and attack the weak points, just like traditional martial arts, kill with one strike!

The remaining people wanted to escape, but it was difficult to escape the bullets. The so-called S-line running, alternating speeds, and looking for obstacles were just a matter of one shot in front of the sharpshooter.

Only by sticking together for warmth can we have a chance to survive. If one person is injured and another person goes to rescue him, it gives the other person an opportunity to take advantage of.

I admired him deeply, he was a tough guy, he didn't make a sound and just endured the pain.

He slowly stood up, stuck his head out, and shot the bodies on the ground one by one.

The corpse showed no response before fully rising.

They put away a pistol and three box pistols, and wrapped the cotton belts of the four men several times, which were three or four meters long when untied. Inside were two gold bars, 50 silver dollars, 5 small silver dollars, and a handful of old sheep banknotes.

It turned out that all the money was on the person who was bombed, but this person was a real man. Even with his back full of debris, he gritted his teeth.

I originally wanted to take off my clothes, come naked and leave naked!

When you are in a wolf's den, you need to fake your death to escape at the critical moment and put on an old unused belt.

If you want to fight the Japanese, you should walk along the railway and observe from a distance. There are many military stations along the way.

Why are the Japs so cunning and shrewd? The Type 4 40x telescope in their hands has a reticle with 25 mil positions for horizontal and mil positions for elevation in the right tube, a horizontal cross, and a focusing wheel under a hinge. Most countries cannot do this.

At 30 yen each, the cost is so low that basically every sergeant can have one. The Japanese grenade launchers were so accurate, not only because of their skilled operation, but also because of the telescope's distance measurement.

A strange train appeared in the camera, with thick smoke billowing out. The carriages were closed and fully covered with armor. There were several long gun barrels, a total of 12 carriages, and many machine gun muzzles.

A raised periscope was rotating, then stopped and turned back to where Zhang Aiguo was.

Oops!

Zhang Aiguo saw that the muzzle of the machine gun in the carriage was also turning, and realized that he had become a target of the train.

The Japanese heavy machine guns are all equipped with optical sights, so they can hit accurately and far.

The train was braking and a lot of white steam was coming out between the wheels and the rails.

The relatively thin gun barrel in the rear carriage began to turn. Could it be an anti-aircraft gun?

Flak guns down, court-martial!

How to do?

Fortunately, there was a small woods not far away. Zhang Aiguo cracked his whip and the horse rushed towards the woods at a rapid speed.

"Swish swish."

"whoosh whoosh"

The wood chips and branches flew everywhere.

"Boom boom"

"Boom boom"

The tree, which was as thick as a bowl, broke with a loud snap.

After entering the woods, he took out his iron shield before landing. The violent clanging sound was like waves hitting the shore.

I was so panicked that my hands started shaking, my breathing became rapid and heavy, and my heart almost beat out of my chest. Death was so close, all because of one more look.

Where's my heavy artillery?

We couldn't just sit there and wait for death, so we took out a bearded horse, secured a corpse, and inserted an older seven-note instrument into the waist.

He whipped the horse's butt twice and ran out from the side like lightning. Soon the sound of gunfire and artillery fire turned around.

After a few sounds, it turned into a bloody mist, and the horses and corpses were torn into pieces.

He jumped on the horse and galloped towards the woods without caring about the horse's strength.

A loud bang was then heard in the woods, and a 150mm heavy howitzer, white, black and gray, rotten leaves and dust were flying, huge smoke rose, and branches crackled and burned.

A good man never looks back, and the horse runs faster.

"drive"

Zhang Aiguo leaned over on the horse's back, feeling very uncomfortable, pressing against the waves, but what a wave.

After running 3 meters, the horse's speed began to slow down, and the white horse exhaled thick white air from its mouth, hoping that the bandits who rushed out would attract attention.

The sound of artillery fire rang out again, fearing that there was an ambush in the woods, and continuing the attack.

The dust caused by the explosion obscured the Japs' vision. Several horses took turns to run out of the range of the anti-aircraft guns. However, due to the shooting holes in the armor, the firing range would not be particularly wide.

150mm howitzer, one shell costs at least 200 yen, the Japanese were stingy and only used up two shells.

The weather was very cold and windy. Zhang Aiguo and several horses were sweating profusely, and the inside of their gloves were soaked.

My overloaded brain came to terms with what was happening, and I felt fear and horror. I let out a breath, and my whole body felt sore.