I want to be a good person

The Japs come in, go out, and leave your stuff behind!

Zhang Aiguo saw the three-wheeled motorcycle, the "Black Iron" Type 95 sidecar motorcycle.

It is a replica of the JD1200 motorcycle with a 74cc engine, a top speed of 70 km/h, and a load capacity of 500 kg. The traditional Chinese characters "Serve the Country" are written on the fuel tank. It is also a navy sika deer vehicle.

The "Army Red Deer" is written in traditional Chinese characters for "patriotism", which perfectly interprets the meaning of "my name is mine". These two words are written all over the Type 91 armored vehicle.

He stepped on the pedal a few times to warm up the car, and finally gave a hard kick. The engine started and the iron gate opened.

Let's go. The roads in Dalian are well built. The Japanese are running it as Guantung Island and using China's wealth to support it, so how can the economy be bad?

If every citizen in the country gave one dollar, they would also be billionaires!

A few ghosts ran out of the dock room and saw the taillights of a motorcycle going away.

The alarm sounded again, and everyone hurriedly got up, packed their equipment, and lined up.

"Be on high alert, don't chase!"

"Don't fall for the enemy's trick of luring the tiger away from the mountain. I'm going to report and ask for tactical guidance!"

Whether it is a mess or not, Zhang Aiguo has the final say.

Instead of going into the city, I walked north along the road with my shoulder pole. If I don't run now, when will I run?

With telephone and radio communications, it would take time for the Japanese to react, so they set up road checkpoints for inspection.

A sidecar motorcycle was my childhood dream, riding a motorcycle and galloping along amidst the roar of the engine!

It can only run on good roads. People like to call it a sidecar, a sidecar, a three-wheeled vehicle and so on.

At a checkpoint, under the dim light, two pseudo-policemen saw the man coming, slapped each other in the face to alert themselves, and raised their hands to salute.

Zhang Aiguo nodded, released the accelerator, passed in front of the enemy, and sped away.

After walking for a while, Zhang Aiguo felt something was wrong. The wooden railings at the checkpoint in front were lowered, and there was a sidecar parked with a Type 99 light machine gun mounted on the boat-shaped sidecar.

This was originally the headquarters of the Kwantung Army, so we must not be careless.

There was a dirt road next to the main road, and I rushed down it with a twist of the handlebars.

I held the handlebars tightly, and the carriage was a little bumpy. I looked back to see what the Japanese were doing, and realized that I should have changed carriages in advance.

The carriage in the space seemed to be a standardized product of the Japanese, the Type 39 baggage cart. That thing was not working either, and all the horse-drawn carts were left in Hong Kong. It was a miscalculation.

Turning his head to look behind him, he saw that the motorcycle headlights were fully on, unlike Zhang Aiguo who pushed the lampshade down a lot to prevent the light from shining upwards.

Ten minutes later, dogs in the village we passed by started barking loudly, disturbing the quiet night.

There are at most three devils on a motorcycle. Who gave you the courage to chase me?

After thinking for a moment, the sidecar squeaked and stopped behind the last house.

Take out the Mauser M1924 rifle, aim at the pursuer, point the muzzle toward the center of the headlight, and raise it 30 cm.

"boom"

A gunshot rang out, the motorcycle lost control, crashed into the middle of the wall next to it, and stalled, but the headlights were still on.

Put on a turtle box, run backwards along the wall, and don't wear a seat belt when riding in a car, as accidents are likely to happen.

On the driver's side, two Japanese soldiers attacked in a row. The Japanese soldier in the sidecar flew out, hit the wall and fainted.

Look at the space available, turn off the motorcycle headlights, and make accessories or something.

Two Chinese pistol boxes and a Type 99 rifle were seized. The corpse thought for a moment and decided not to bring trouble to the surrounding villagers.

After filling up the motorcycle with gas, the unconscious Japanese soldier had two thumbs tied behind his back and two naked corpses were pressed in front of him.

The wind was as sharp as a gust of wind, blowing on the exposed skin and directly making cuts on it, waking the Japanese from their dreams.

"Cold?"

The Japanese nodded vigorously. It was really cold and snowflakes were falling.

"So you guys are afraid of the cold too!"

"Just bear with it, it'll be fine if you don't feel it."

The torture and killings that the devils came up with are unimaginable to people in peacetime. They are cruel, cold-blooded and heartless, just like animal abuse.

The Japanese tried to struggle, speaking familiar language, and wanted to jump out of the car, but the corpses on him were pressing tightly against him.

"Please, I'll help you."

"Please help me, please."

"Okay."

The car stopped and the two bodies were thrown out. It was far away from the village and would not cause any trouble.

"It's a lot easier without a dead body."

"You're welcome, I should have done it."

The car continued to move forward, and the Japanese were tightly fixed in the sidecar with hemp ropes.

"Look, it's so safe with the seat belt on. You won't fall down again."

To prove it to the Japanese, I accelerated and braked three or four times rapidly, and the Japanese were about to cry.

"Remember to wear your seat belt when riding in a car."

There was a tree on the side of the road, and Zhang Aiguo dragged the other person and tied him to the tree.

A pot of water was poured on my legs and they quickly froze into popsicles. A pot of hot water was boiling on the iron stove and I tapped them with a wooden stick.

"It's cooked. Shall we eat it hot?"

The Japanese felt that the man in front of them, wearing a nuclear-capable military uniform and holding the rank of non-commissioned officer, was a devil.

It was as if I heard his voice.

"Am I a demon?"

With a sock stuffed in his mouth, he couldn't speak and could only nod continuously.

Zhang Aiguo grinned.

"Compared to your perversion, I am ashamed and I still have a lot to learn from you. Please give me more guidance."

The Japs liked to pour water on people until they were frozen to death, then pour hot water on them and let wolfhounds eat them. They liked to hear their screams.

Except there is no dog, everything else goes through the same process, including feeding cooked meat.

This time, she didn't scream out loud, because her mouth was stuffed with her own delicious leg meat!

The red taillights gradually faded away with a roar. It was the last scene in the eyes of the Japanese soldier before he lost consciousness.

The bandits used a brutal method of armoring people by pouring water on them in the middle of winter, but the devils' method was even more inhumane.

It was daybreak, the snow had not stopped, and the sound of the wind became melodious, as if mixed with the cheers of heroes!

The clothes for nuclear weapons are not suitable during the day, and the Japanese will definitely search and track you down.

A white horse stood beside him, breathing white steam from its mouth.

After burning three cigarettes, he climbed onto the horse.

The countryside, only the countryside can't be completely controlled by the Japanese.

Go north and take the country road.

No matter how much you correct your direction, you will still go astray, because there is never a straight road, and twists and turns are the norm.

"here it is?"

After running all night, Zhang Aiguo suddenly realized that he was running in the wrong direction.

In front of me is a majestic and beautiful mountain with countless peaks. It looks pretty good, like a dragon lying across the mountains, but I don’t have time.

Walking around from the west, the wind brings the salty scent of sea water. After going around in circles, I’m at the beach again?

Continue heading north and you will see an ancient city in front of you. Ancient cities usually have four gates in the east, west, south and north, high city walls, and puppet Manchukuo police standing guard.

There is a river at the door, the surface of the river is frozen, and there are children playing there.

What are city people? Actually, they refer to the people who live within the city walls. Those who gather in the wilderness are called groups, and the groups are called villages. They are the people outside the city.

There are two big characters "Yingxun" on the city gate.

Built with blue bricks, the city wall is 8.5 meters wide, wide enough for horses to run on. Looking at the height, it is estimated that many lives would be needed to take it down if the ants climbed up first. This is the wisdom of our ancestors.

Northern towns basically evolved from ancient military camps to defend against the southward migration of nomadic peoples.

Entering the city, there is a main street running from north to south, with shops lining both sides of the road, including cloth and silk shops, noodle shops, hotels, grocery stores, butcher shops, and pharmacies, each with its own storefront.

After eating two large bowls of mutton noodles, Zhang Aiguo lay on the kang, sorted out the gold in the transport ship, and found a cargo list, which indicated the output of gold smelted in Jiapigou, 10 boxes, totaling 300 kilograms, and the remaining 40 large boxes were looted silver dollars, totaling 10 oceans.

I feel so much emotion in my heart. All these things were dug out from the land of China. The plundered materials amounted to hundreds of millions of tons. If you lag behind, you will be beaten, oppressed and exploited!

It is also the consequence of countless chaebols, public intellectuals and traitors tearing apart the group, ignoring the grassroots people, and not putting the people first!

No, I want to go to the island around the Spring Festival to give them a big firework!

A single spark is enough to start a prairie fire!