I want to be a good person

"Madam, Madam, I have 1000 silver dollars in my house. I will give it all to you. Please spare my life. I also have 50 mu of good farmland. I am willing to donate grain to you! Contribute to the cooperation between Japan and Manchuria."

The old man felt a chill in his heart as he looked at his naked uncle shivering in the wind.

What the hell did I find?

Even his own daughter was involved.

A word came, as if a weak person had grasped at a straw.

"How much food is there?"

"Dozens of sacks of wheat, corn, sorghum, and soybeans."

"Yoshi, you are a friend of the Empire!"

"Go, water your uncle and let him cool down."

The water in the kettle was scooped up with a wooden stick and poured in the middle, where it quickly froze.

"Knock it down and you can go."

The translator's teeth chattered in the cold, and he felt a little regretful. If it wasn't a deliberate target, he might have spared him for the sake of his compatriots.

"Snapped"

Broken.

Lost.

It hurts.

The man cried heartbreakingly.

"Old man, it's your turn."

"Take off all your clothes and go back."

The cold wind is howling, can I walk back without clothes?

It's okay to dream.

After all, the old man didn't have the courage to rush over. In fact, dying quickly is also a kind of happiness.

When he understood, his consciousness was dispersing and he was hallucinating. He stretched out his hands and hugged the earth, as if he was hugging a stove, it was so warm.

Zhang Aiguo is gone, like a cold wind blowing by. We should treat our enemies like cold wind sweeping tree branches, leaving no trace behind.

We don't want money and food, but punishment to deter future mistakes.

A team of Japanese cavalry, wearing white camouflage and goggles, patrolled along the riverside.

Walking along the railway, the Japanese are guarding both sides of the dock tightly. Will the machine guns that are powered by oil be frozen?

The white horse stopped, and Zhang Aiguo observed the front with a telescope. The surface of the river was frozen solid, and there were several wooden boats on the riverside. He sighed that he had embraced the water and was reluctant to leave.

It seems that we can only turn back. The Japanese soldiers holding plaster flags are patrolling along the railway line. There are sandbag shelters on both sides of the iron bridge and a Type 91 towing armored vehicle parked there.

The clouds are floating in the sky, rolling with the wind, trying to get into the warm body.

It is enough to gain something new from every trip.

After walking for a while, it was getting dark. The Japanese army's pocket watch showed that it was less than 5 o'clock. The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and nothing could be seen in the distance.

Bai Ma was a little uneasy.

Zhang Aiguo dismounted and walked for a long time before he found a forest, but he couldn't find a place sheltered from the wind.

Put up a tent? That would freeze you to death.

After choosing a small open space, the wooden house was put out and fell to the ground. The branches it hit expressed dissatisfaction and the snowflakes covered the roof.

The protective wooden wall was attached to the outer layer of the wooden house. The wind and snow were so strong that a lantern was hung up, and there was finally some light.

The long night was sleepless!

It’s snowing heavily. Would the Japanese be scared too?

He hid in the house and dared not come out.

The power of nature is simply irresistible.

After drinking a glass of soju and eating dumplings and pork elbows, Zhang Aiguo checked the guns and bullets. By the way, he took a quick look and saw that the nameplate on the locomotive was marked with 1D1 steam locomotive. Excuse me, who should I sell it to?

Yan Laoxi certainly doesn't need it. His gauges are all French meter gauge, which are narrower than the Japanese's. The Japanese's gauge is at most 1067 mm. The international standard gauge is the British's 1435 mm, while the Russians all use 1520 mm, so they have to be prepared for attacks from the east and the west at all times.

The Second World War in the previous life proved that the Russians’ choice was correct.

Zhang Aiguo put his wandering thoughts aside, tied his clothes tightly, stepped on the Japanese skis, and got ready.

The cabin was put away, the snow pile was wiped out, and the hollow was filled in an instant.

The devil put on cold-resistant boots, long wool-cotton gloves, a cotton coat, a dog-skin hat and a scarf, and began to slide with the pole in both hands. From the initial lack of skill to the gradual changes, his young body adapted.

It was dark and the snow was blinding, making it difficult to tell the direction and the road. I walked and stopped, checking the direction from time to time, and finally arrived at the side of the railway.

Following the black railway tracks, at the place where we had been during the day, the two groups of Japanese soldiers were still holding their positions.

With the help of snowflakes, Zhang Aiguo's white cloak avoided the searchlights on the artillery tower and concealed his tracks.

After more than 200 meters, it began to crawl forward in a high posture, ups and downs.

The vision was blurry, getting closer and closer.

It's only 7 o'clock now. Have the Japanese eaten yet?

It’s easy to feel sleepy after eating!

The sentry kept pacing, and it seemed that he was afraid of the cold. Food and warm clothes are the most powerful weapons to resist the severe cold.

Think about how difficult it is for the martyrs who still fight in extreme weather conditions.

The devil rubbed his eyes, as if he had just seen something moving.

"Takeda-kun, pay attention, I'm going to the toilet."

"Hiyi."

Damn, why don’t you just say go with peace of mind!

While turning his head, Zhang Aiguo quickly crawled a few times and lay down under the sandbag shelter.

"What is the taste?"

It's broken. In the closed environment of the wooden house, clothes easily absorb odors, such as the smell of meat and wine, and I was careless.

The other party followed the smell and stood in front of the sandbag like a dog, put his hands on the sandbag, and stretched his neck to take a look.

"Pfft!"

A rat tail pierced his throat. The slender blade trembled as soon as it was inserted. No blood spurted out, and his breath was not cut off. He stammered and was unable to utter a word.

Zhang Aiguo stood sideways and pinched the other person's nose. The man could only breathe through his mouth, and blood spurted out of his mouth. His clothes were clean and easy to reuse.

"Kondo, what's wrong with you? Are you tired?"

The Japanese soldier came back from using the toilet and saw the other person lying there, so he asked.

His eyes narrowed, and then he was about to raise the gun from his shoulder.

"Snapped"

The cavalryman opened fire with the tortoise shell held in his white gloves, and a red light flashed from the muzzle.

The raging cold wind whistled sharply, and coupled with the low air pressure, the gunshots were dull, as if they were placed inside an iron barrel.

The gun tower was built in the middle of the bridge. The main body is four stories high, the same height as the railway bridge. The sides are two stories higher and can cover the bridge. It is filled with many shooting holes, and the plaster flags are whistling.

A man heard the noise, opened the door and prepared to come out to see what was going on. A dim light leaked out.

The shadow of a head appeared on the ground. With a snap, the shadow shattered and many small things flew out. With a bang, the shadow disappeared.

"Enemy attack!"

In a closed space, there is nothing that a grenade can't solve. If that doesn't work, then use another one.

There were two loud bangs, and the door was filled with red light.

The lights went out and only the screaming was left.

If you're still screaming, then I'll throw another melon grenade from the Japanese.

There were no more screams in the room, no movement, and it was quiet.

Zhang Aiguo walked in quietly, paused for four seconds, and threw the grenade upwards along the stairs, seeking an air-blast effect.

The best helper in close combat, the Chicago Typewriter, is generally not used now to save bullets.

Grenades cleared the way and submachine guns fired.

"Clap"

The Japanese fired two shots at the steel plate that appeared in an instant. One of the Japanese hid under the bed and pretended to be dead, and was shot by Zhang Aiguo.

What is misleading experience?

The equipment and supplies a person can carry are limited. The so-called mechanized Japanese usually carry 23 kilograms of weight, and an ordinary soldier carries two grenades.

25 devils hung two horse lanterns and quickly collected the bodies. Soon they piled up into a mausoleum with a plaster flag covering the top head.

Holding a lantern in hand, he walked out of the artillery tower. A gust of evil wind blew, and Zhang Aiguo dodged it by lunging forward. The wooden stick brushed his head, knocking his dog-skin hat off. He turned around and fired a shot.

"Snapped"