I want to be a good person

The pug-like interpreter ran over, spoke to the Japanese with his tail between his legs, and held his own tail high.

"Corporal Tian Shang, he is the cook, and he is needed to cook."

"Thank you for your hard work, Hou Sang!"

"I am willing to serve the Locust Army!"

The interpreter stood on the side, watching Zhang Aiguo cutting the vegetables. He had received chef training from Shandong Lanxiang Technical School, and he had learned how to cut vegetables. He could cut very quickly with the knife, and the vegetables and meat were quickly formed.

"Sir, may I ask your name? Aren't you going to serve the locust army? Why are you staring at me?"

"My name is Lin Rujia, I will keep an eye on you."

What a loyal dog!

"Sir, do you have a Japanese name? Is your name Iwasato Jizou?"

"Asshole! My name is Iwasato Koji!"

"Sir, please speak, Baka!"

The two sides were arguing with each other, and the translator was like a dog-skin plaster sticking to them. There was really no chance to offer any medicine, and he didn't dare to do so.

What’s easy to make with Chinese cabbage and pork?

Potatoes stewed with tofu, sauerkraut stewed with blood sausage.

It was steaming hot and fragrant. Zhang Aiguo made it with care and used a lot of authentic seasonings.

The Japanese soldiers were lining up, holding their lunch boxes excitedly.

The translator and Zhang Aiguo stood at the back, while a dozen servants took their own steamed buns and hid aside, smelling the aroma and eating.

The Japanese military discipline was very strict. Zhang Aiguo discovered that the first meals served were all the lunch boxes of the Japanese on duty.

Big pot dish?

Anyone who has eaten in the cafeteria knows that there is less and less food towards the end, there are no aunties with trembling hands, and there are no people flipping the wok like they have Parkinson's disease.

Food tasting is necessary. The Japanese sergeant has done it before. Do you think what they let you eat is meat?

It's just a small spoonful of soup taken out from the bottom, asked you to drink it, and then observe your reaction.

Because the Japanese are experts in poisoning and are deeply influenced by tradition.

The meal was served quickly, and when it was the interpreter's turn, he was given a rice ball, two cold steamed buns, and a spoonful of leftovers.

Zhang Aiguo only had two cold steamed buns and a bowl of vegetable soup, and he would not give the rice balls to outsiders. He was very happy and thanked them for their stinginess!

It’s really God’s blessing!

The way the Japanese soldiers ate was very interesting. Soldiers from a squad sat together. They did not take their weapons down from the armored train, and it only took two or three minutes to run to the dining place.

The officers sat alone, a special ghost was in charge of serving and setting the table, the non-commissioned officers gathered together, there was no loud noise, only the humming of mosquitoes.

The people in the watchtower were also eating, so they had to do two people on duty.

How long does it take for the poison to take effect?

Zhang Aiguo has never tried it and now regrets it. He should find a few Japanese devils to test the timing.

There is no planning, it is just sudden. Some ghosts eat fast, some eat slowly, but no matter how slow they are, there will be a moment when they finish eating.

If you finish eating early, wash your lunch box and walk around to speed up blood circulation.

"ding dong"

The lunch box fell to the ground, and Zhang Aiguo shuddered in pain, because that was mine.

The Japanese began to feel abdominal pain, weakness in their hands and feet, muscle cramps, and a series of curses.

The translator only ate one rice ball, so the effect was not very serious. He still had the strength to stretch out his left hand to point at Zhang Aiguo, and ready to take out the turtle box issued by his right hand.

"I knew it."

Look at the translator who was knocked to the ground!

"Oh, you can't die!"

Induce vomiting, induce vomiting. Zhang Aiguo picked up the serving spoon and ran to the toilet to get a spoonful.

He pinched his nose and poured the liquid into the translator, who then vomited.

It's so damn stinky!

Zhang Aiguo tied its hands and legs with cowhide ropes.

At this moment, I put my hands in my pockets, looking around the whole field, there is no opponent!

As for the servant who was locked up in the stable, he was very obedient and did not resist. The truth is so powerful that if you want to resist, I will teach you how to be a ghost.

Just when I was feeling happy, a "beep, beep, beep" whistle sounded from the railway gate.

The vehicle that can run on rails seems to be the Type 1000 armored vehicle that can be used for both road and rail. The Japanese produced more than of them.

The vehicle weighs only 5.6 tons, has 6 mm armor, is equipped with a 75-horsepower gasoline engine, has a maximum road speed of 60 kilometers per hour, and is only about 40 kilometers per hour when fully loaded.

The vehicle is 6.58 meters long, 1.9 meters wide, and 2.95 meters high. There are usually 6 to 8 members in the vehicle. The crew is usually equipped with a 1mm Type 6.5 rifle and other portable weapons.

There were a few more beeps outside the door, as if sounding impatient and urging.

"It smells so good, Jingzhong-kun."

"Looks like we came at the right time."

"Kidori-kun, why don't they open the door?"

"These bastards, I'll go up and take a look."

A Japanese soldier opened the round roof and saw the guard collapsed on the watchtower at first sight. He slammed the roof shut with a loud bang, like a turtle shrinking its head.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

There were seven ghosts in the armored vehicle, one of whom was the driver. He entered combat mode and reacted very quickly. He stepped on the accelerator and began to retreat.

"Masada, why are you retreating?"

"Forward and charge!"

“We can’t break down the door.”

"I'll go down."

"And I."

At this time, Zhang Aiguo climbed onto the roof of the train, standing high and seeing far.

The Japanese car was right-hand drive. The left door opened and a potato rolled out from inside. With a plop, another potato rolled out, and two pairs of short legs accelerated as hard as they could.

The speed and posture of the roll were exactly right, and it was clearly seen in the optical sight. Zhang Aiguo stretched out his middle finger, hooked it twice, and gave two loud thumbs up.

Potato paused, indicating that he couldn't bear it, and then he displayed the spirit of staying where he fell!

"idiot"

A Type 99 light rifle was spraying bullets out of the observation window in front of the vehicle.

"Da da da"

"Da da"

The gunfire stopped, then started again after a while, as if it had jammed.

The bullet flew over my head, and the Type 90 helmet on my head made two clinking sounds.

After the bullets were fired, there was a pause.

The driver seemed to be about to open the protective plate in front of him to observe the situation for the machine gunner.

"boom"

A bullet cut through the air and came in through the gap. The shooting skills became more and more accurate.

The machine guns began firing again.

Zhang Aiguo adjusted his body, but was not yet completely subdued.

"珰"

The Type 90 helmet flew out, fortunately it was not tied with a strap, otherwise I would have a broken neck.

He put on a new one and placed three more in a row around him.

People slipped off the train.

"Snapped"

A shot came from behind, hitting the carriage next to him, creating a spark, and the bullet ricocheted into the ground.

He turned around and knelt, turned the gun around, and shot based on his feeling.

"whoosh"

A bullet flew over my head.

"boom"

The bullet fired from the muzzle hit the opponent's chest.

Damn it, if you dare to shoot me in the back, I’m going to kill your whole family!

Zhang Aiguo was caught in the middle, in a dilemma? Because he didn't know if any of the servants would shoot at him.

I dare not gamble, life is not a joke!

PS: The Type 2 armored vehicle is modified from the Type 4 x truck and can be used as a tractor. The truck is easily confused with the Type truck.

The data currently available on the Japanese army's self-produced armored vehicles are confusing and contradictory, so don't take them too seriously.