I want to be a good person

Kagoshima belongs to the Japanese countryside. The countryside is so fanatical, not to mention the cities that are enjoying the benefits of war.

Don’t ordinary Japanese soldiers know that war will kill people? The woman showed the glory of sacrificing herself for the locusts.

In just over a month, the Japanese were about to mutiniate and completely turn to pauper militarism, completely ignoring the fact that the national debt in 1936 reached 98.8 billion yen, which was the total national income six years ago.

The capitalists want to make every last penny, while the people at the bottom of society are in dire straits, with massive unemployment and bankruptcy, a serious polarization between the rich and the poor, and social contradictions that cannot be reconciled and can only be suppressed again and again.

Joining the army becomes the only way out for poor people, and the battlefield exacerbates the evil nature of poor people.

It’s a pity that so few Japanese soldiers died. However, the ones who caused trouble were still Japanese soldiers from the civilian class. They were used by the so-called control faction and were just pawns.

Farewell to Kagoshima, the 95-seat bike rumbles along the road, the final farewell is placed here, the fireworks should start from the middle, and the notebook is a silkworm.

Looking from the main road, the buildings on both sides are planned reasonably. There are not many factories emitting black smoke. Apart from soldiers and students, there are relatively few adult men.

Oil tankers are often seen on the road, which makes Zhang Aiguo feel itchy.

Oil is the blood of industry. The Japanese import 70% of their oil from the United States, 80% of their steel from the United States, and all of their high-end machine tools from the United States. In fact, the United States is the culprit behind the scenes.

We traveled during the day and slept in wooden houses in the wild at night. We did not encounter any trouble for four or five days.

At this time, the Japanese generally hated the rich. The average annual income of the people was 150 yen. The resources plundered from the war were concentrated in the hands of the chaebols. The Japanese economy was on the brink of collapse, and they could only issue bonds publicly on a large scale, which was a typical case of robbing Peter to pay Paul and living beyond one's means.

The map shows that going further ahead is the Kanmon Strait, and then to Honshu Island, which is the main island of Japan and has the largest economy and population.

I was so excited that I couldn't help but step on the accelerator.

"Whoops"

A Japanese soldier dressed in ronin clothes rushed towards him from the middle of the road. Zhang Aiguo could only brake suddenly and rode on his bike without saying a word.

The opponent fell down and rolled twice on the ground. It was so realistic and motionless.

It was definitely a scam, it turned out that this bad custom was spread from the Japanese.

"Baga, hurry up and get down, you bumped into someone."

The two Japanese soldiers who were accompanying him ran over, stretched out their hands and pulled my arms while talking.

"Baga, what are you talking about?"

Zhang Aiguo stretched out his hand and slapped him.

"Ok!"

The feet in the clogs kicked up.

"Are you looking for death?"

The turtle box was pulled out.

Facing the black muzzle of the gun, it was scared.

"I'm so sorry to bother you."

Quickly get up from the ground and bend deeply 90 degrees.

A beast that fears power but not virtue.

"Get lost!"

"Hiyi."

After crossing the strait, Zhang Aiguo boarded a narrow-gauge train and headed towards his destination, Osaka.

The train clattered along, and the scenery along the way slowly changed from natural to industrial city, with numerous factories, crowded office buildings, concrete elevated roads, trams, and train tracks and bridges everywhere.

How to use armored vehicles, load them with explosives, and use them like car bombs to blow up military trains to cause greater damage. The power of a single person is too small in front of the state machine.

Create panic and keep the Japanese busy. No matter what means you use, it's just pure revenge.

The Osaka Arsenal had a long chimney and was brightly lit. Fully armed soldiers stood upright, leading two wolfhounds.

After observing for a long time, we found that there were patrol teams on duty inside and outside, and tall watchtowers monitored the inside and outside. There was no obstruction within a thousand meters around, and there was barbed wire on the wall. The 60-centimeter searchlight illuminated the area as bright as day with no blind spots.

No one can force their way in unless they are Yan Shuangying.

Zhang Aiguo rode his bicycle in circles and found that different workshops had different entrances and exits, so it was difficult to get in.

“Woo~—”

There was a train leaving the factory, loaded with what looked like tanks.

In desperation, Zhang Aiguo rode his bicycle towards the railway tracks.

There were shadowy figures, and there were Japanese soldiers blocking the car.

It’s easier said than done, and it’s a bit of a headache.

It seems the only way is to find a solution on the train.

While others are walking on the road, I am walking on the rails.

Taking advantage of darkness, they sorted the explosive packs as they walked, connecting long fuses to extend the detonation time as much as possible.

Two flashlights appeared in front, whispering, "They are the Japanese patrolmen."

Zhang Aiguo immediately lay down in the ditch, motionless.

The light was sweeping aimlessly, and it paused where it was lying, only to be called away by another Japanese soldier. If it had stopped to pee in this bloody plot, it would rather die than be drenched in dog urine, it would be too unlucky!

After estimating the distance, the train slowed down to this position, which should have dropped quite a bit, making it suitable for climbing up. It was hoped that what was coming was oil, or other explosive and flammable materials.

Since he was lying there, Zhang Aiguo felt that he should pray, God bless you!

Twenty minutes later, a bright headlight shone over, the harsh sound of brakes, and the hissing and grinding sound, and finally you appeared.

Come on, let's be happy together!

Just as expected, the speed of the train had slowed down a lot. It was a tanker truck, a godsend.

He stood up and accelerated along the roadbed, grabbed the ladder with his hands, and climbed up with all his strength. Two Japanese soldiers were chatting inside the door.

A shadow flashed, and a Japanese soldier seemed to have sensed something. He walked to the door, looked out through the glass, and returned to his original position in disappointment.

Facing the wind, I reached the hook with difficulty. My fingers were a little sore and it was very tiring to pick it up.

Four or five large explosive packs were taken out and tightly connected to the oil tank with wire. The oil filling port was inconvenient to climb and easily exposed.

Light the fuse with a burning cigarette, and enchanting green smoke comes out.

Zhang Aiguo jumped down without hesitation, rushed forward a few steps, and rolled into the ditch, where he was hit by stones and felt pain all over his body.

The train had more than a dozen carriages, and the last one was a security car. A dark shadow flashed by, and no one noticed. It was only a few minutes before it arrived at the station.

The shock wave and high temperature of the explosion should be very strong. What if it causes a secondary explosion and damages internal organs?

Then run away.

The roaring noise woke up the sleeping ghosts. Some ghosts cursed angrily, some turned on the lights, and some were still sleeping soundly.

At night, I don't care about the noise disturbing others, and I drive my Type 95 sidecar tricycle at full speed along the road. It will be very hot behind me after a while, but I prefer the Tokyo heat.

The motorcycle under him is equipped with a 24-horsepower 1260cc V-twin engine. It has a very large appearance and a ground clearance of up to 200 mm. How did the short Japanese soldier drive it?

That would be like a monkey!

The Type 26 Luwang produced in the 110th year of the Republic of China can reach a maximum speed of kilometers per hour. It turns out that the same engine has been condensed.

"boom"

The first explosion was not very loud, but it traveled far in the silent night.

"suddenly"

The gear on the left is shifted to 3rd gear, the accelerator is turned to the bottom, the speed is increased to maximum, and the engine roars.

I ran for a full 5 minutes. No matter how big the waves were or how wild the energy was, I was just passing by.

"boom!"

"Boom boom boom!"