I want to be a good person

After picking up the spoils, he went around to the place where the battle had just taken place. There was a wounded Japanese soldier struggling. When he saw Zhang Aiguo, he was ready to raise his gun.

"boom"

The bullet hit the chest.

Pulling the bolt is relatively slow, and extracting the shell takes time. When you are nervous, anxious, panicked, and afraid, your heart rate will be too fast and your hands will easily shake.

It doesn't matter if you chop off my head, as long as I have my body!

After collecting the spoils, some of the guns were still covered in mud, making it difficult to load the bullets. They were just a bunch of civilian cannon fodder.

When we arrived at the place where the National Army was shooting, we saw more than a dozen incomplete corpses. They were old-fashioned, made in Hanyang style. There was not a single piece of copper on their bodies, and it seemed that they had been looted.

I picked up the gun on the ground. The rifling was worn out, some were broken and rusty. There were also a few domestic Gong-style grenades. I weighed them in my hand. The body of the grenades was relatively short, only 0.22 meters, and weighed only 450 grams, which was much smaller than the M24.

The M24 potato mixer is loaded with 150 grams of TNT, while the domestic one is only 50g.

Those who survived ran away. If they had been united, how could they have fallen to this point?

Zhang Aiguo has no complaints, he'll just get used to it.

The national army didn’t even have a bottle of gun oil on them, so what should they use to clean their guns?

The country roads were crowded with people fleeing, one heading to Shanghai, the other to Jiaxing, with their children, carrying loads and baskets on their backs.

There were some defeated soldiers mixed in the team. When they saw Zhang Aiguo riding a bicycle, some of them were eager to try and snatch it away.

The ragtag army had no pay or money, and was worse off than being raised by a stepmother. Their life was so miserable that it could not be described.

There were bursts of buzzing sounds in the sky, and four Japanese biplanes appeared in sight.

There are two pontoons below, I don't know whether they are the Kawanishi E7K Type 8 seaplane reconnaissance plane or the Nakajima EN Type seaplane reconnaissance plane.

The plane spotted the crowd and swooped down fiercely along the road.

When Zhang Aiguo saw this, he had no choice but to jump off his bicycle and hide both him and his bicycle in a roadside ditch.

"Da da da"

The machine guns fired in a straight line, dust flew everywhere, and the people on the line were beaten to pieces, regardless of gender, age or status.

The machine guns in the front and rear seats were also firing.

Dive to attack, pull up, turn around, and attack in sequence.

Several aerial bombs made a sharp sound and created large holes.

Seeing people falling to the ground, crying, screaming, groaning and calling for help, people became even more panicked.

One plane dived lower, and the airflow it created blew off the top hat on its head, which was very teasing.

People became even more frightened and fled in all directions.

The militia training manual taught how to shoot down planes, but the probability was very low, and one could only shoot in advance and let the plane hit the bullet head-on.

One soldier probably couldn't help it anymore, raised the Hanyang rifle in his hand, and fired two shots at the plane.

Fei Quan’s revenge was swift, and in just a few seconds he turned the enemy into a bloody mess.

Attracted by the blood, several more soldiers opened fire.

The devil pilot's smile is so dirty!

Zhang Aiguo took out his Type 99 rifle and fired forward after calculating in advance.

The plane dived down again, more than 400 meters above the ground. The aluminum pontoon was clearly visible, and more soldiers stood up and opened fire.

The flying ghost, with the mentality of a cat playing with mouse, lowered the altitude again to less than 200 meters.

near, near.

If it is a Type 301 underwater reconnaissance aircraft, the maximum speed is 239 km/h, and the Type underwater reconnaissance aircraft is km/h.

Zhang Aiguo pointed his gun at three Type 100 light machine guns lined up in a row more than meters ahead of the Japanese aircraft's flight path.

The soldier died with just one shot.

"Thump, thump, thump, thump"

A string of bullets came from the left side of the plane, creating holes and sparks on the fuselage and wings, which were made of an aluminum alloy frame covered with canvas.

The flying ghost was startled, and the observing ghost saw where the bullet was coming from and quickly turned the gun around and fired back.

"Chug tug tug tug"

Another bullet came flying, like a plane crashing into it.

The returning bullets hit the mud in the ditch, making puff sounds and sending dust flying.

"damn it!"

A bullet penetrated the skin, rushed upward from under the seat and hit the testicles. The severe pain was unbearable for the flying ghost. No matter how strong the Bushido spirit was, it could not withstand the pain in the testicles!

A hand went to look for the lost egg, but it was actually smashed.

While I was in a trance, the plane was still in the process of diving and had not yet risen, flying straight forward.

Excessive bleeding will cause blurry vision, and your eyes will naturally not be able to see the path of hope.

"boom"

The plane crashed to the ground with a loud bang and caught fire. The remaining three planes pulled up and left quickly.

Zhang Aiguo put away his crooked-handled bicycle and pedaled forward as hard as he could to see if there was anything valuable where the plane crashed.

Zhang Aiguo was fast, but the fleeing soldiers were even faster.

Others have already surrounded the place, pointing guns, to deter people from coming close to pick up the leftovers.

Zhang Aiguo tried to squeeze in, but still couldn't get in.

"Quick, report to the higher-ups. Our troops fought back bravely, sacrificing ten soldiers and shooting down an enemy plane."

The officer in charge did not hide his personal intentions at all when he spoke. He said frankly that it didn't matter who shot down the plane. What mattered was that I was at the scene and the result was mine.

Don't ask if you have shame or professional ethics? If you don't eat that, you will not only be hungry, but you will also not be able to get promoted or make money!

"Sir, we need to arrange for someone to get some evidence!"

"Who?"

Zhang Aiguo shouted in the crowd.

"Hurry up and check if there are any belongings of the Japanese pilots. Find a light proof. Words are not enough."

Zhang Aiguo rode away on his bicycle. Perhaps with this, the sacrificed soldiers would receive better compensation.

The atmosphere in Jiangyin City was tense. Zhang Aiguo, wearing a black linen cotton coat and a tattered felt hat, came to the conscription site.

"Can you help reinforce the fortifications and carry things?"

"Sir, I can do it."

"Okay, come here to register."

"Where are you from?"

"Shanghai"

"Why did you come here?"

"From the Chinese community."

"Come over here and take off your pants and shoes too."

Fortunately, the garrison is relatively cautious and can do simple work to identify spies.

The two soldiers checked very carefully, made sure there was no loincloth and no deformation of the thumb, patted him on the shoulder, and asked him to stand with the other recruits.

The "Shen Bao" newspaper in the space said that although Jinshanwei was bombed by Japanese planes and artillery, the damage was minimal.

There were also preparations to encircle and destroy them, and the army was blocking them.

Overall, the situation in the Battle of Songhu will not be difficult to turn from danger to safety, and we still have the advantage in the battle on the south bank of Suzhou River!

How wonderful it is! Everything is under control and the situation is stable and improving in the long run!

A balloon can be blown big, but there is no way to blow it up indefinitely; it will eventually burst!

Inspiring and inspiring!

A row of mule and horse carts transporting food and other supplies headed towards Jiangyin Fortress.

Finally came in.

Xiaoshan and Dongshan each deployed four 88mm 45-caliber Krupp dual-purpose semi-automatic artillery pieces imported from Germany, equipped with ammunition and observation and communication equipment.

Xishan is equipped with four SK C/28 Rheinmetall 150mm cannons.

Zhang Aiguo observed that the permanent artillery position was not completed and was still under construction.

Next to the new guns were two older 12-inch Armstrong muzzle-loading guns and two 6-inch rapid-fire guns.

There were other ammunition depots and machine-gun positions.

He looked down at his gray uniform, military cap, and rank of private.

For the sake of 12 cannons, I really tried my best!