I want to be a good person

The opponent's knuckles were cracked and bleeding.

"With a cracked palm, how can you hold the gun firmly? Even if you have practiced, what can you do?"

The other person was dark-skinned, with no redness on his face, and he lowered his upright neck.

"Look at the brothers who fell beside you. They are our brothers. If you want to talk about benevolence and righteousness to the devils, pat your head. Will the devil talk to you? Is it possible?"

"Brothers, take another look at the Japanese's food bags. What do they eat? What do we eat? Canned beef, milk candy, biscuits, and rice."

"We are big, but weak. We can't eat enough. Why can't we eat enough? There are too many devils, big and small, coming to our house to steal things!"

"Of course, this is getting off topic. No matter how despicable and shameless we are to the Japs, it is still worse than what they did. Our goal is to win the war and drive the Japs out. If you keep hesitating, you will only harm your comrades!"

"So, only dead devils are good devils! Don't worry about whether the means are honorable or not, the result is what matters most!"

"Thank you for your teachings, sir."

"Okay, go back to the trenches, check on the fallen brothers, and help the injured."

Zhang Aiguo waved his hand to let the surrounding soldiers disperse, and some soldiers were still rescuing the wounded.

You can’t say too much about other people’s troops, whether they are right or wrong. If people don’t know, they might think you are here to seize power.

Look, the battalion commander is watching us right now. No matter how right you are, you can't overcome the conflict of interests. The soldiers of the Kuomintang have never been truly united!

"Sir, thank you for your help. This lieutenant's knife is for you."

"Okay, I'll take it. The country is in crisis, and we must unite as one. Don't worry, I won't fight for your power."

"Sir, that's too much. I didn't mean that."

"I know, everyone, it's just a joke, hahaha, don't take it seriously."

"Thank you, sir."

There are many benefits to stating the matter in advance, and the major battalion commander's final smile was truly from the heart.

"Brother, I want to go to Chunhua tomorrow. I have more than a dozen brothers who depend on you for care."

"Captain Wu, bring a horse over here."

"Yes"

The battalion commander major was busy trying to dissuade them.

"Can't, can't."

Zhang Aiguo waved his hand readily.

"We captured this on the way here. We fought a battle with the Japanese. One horse is enough for us. It's a good horse. We can use it for riding and carrying equipment."

"Then I will accept it with audacity."

"We must accept it. This battle will not be fought in a day or two. It will take at least seven or eight years."

"Sir, are you so pessimistic?"

"We have only 30 divisions at most. We are the last one in the 98th Division. We are still far behind the first one in equipment. But even so, we suffered huge losses in the Battle of Songhu. When will we be able to recover?"

"With international attention, I think there will be help. It can't get any worse than it is now!"

"Yes, that's right."

Zhang Aiguo agreed with a smile, saying that we should not undermine the other party's confidence, as the situation will become more difficult year by year. Even so, a favorable situation of long-term stability and steady growth is inevitable.

where is it?

In the spring!

In the news!

In the newspaper!

It is not in the hearts of the people!

That's why he ran to the small island to survive.

"Come, try some of the devil's food."

The confiscated cans were prepared separately, along with a small bottle of sake.

The soldiers ate from the same pot, with all the ingredients put together in a hodgepodge, which was definitely better than boiled cabbage in salt water.

"Pure beef, delicious."

"Yes, no one would be willing to kill a cow. Farming depends on it."

The Japanese's beef also came from the United States. Generally speaking, when the Japanese soldiers were marching and fighting, they would carry seven days of rations and two days of emergency rations.

"Have you ever participated in the Northern Expedition, sir?"

"no, what happened?"

The major battalion commander raised the Japanese's aluminum water cup and toasted.

"buzz"

He took a sip and then pointed to his waist.

"Qiyinzi, this is something from the Russians. Many of these guns were issued to officers before."

"Haha, that's a long time."

"Yeah, I was just a second lieutenant then."

There was a hint of reminiscence and confusion in the battalion commander's eyes.

How can you not get promoted if you don't take sides or take the right side, don't spend money, and don't give gifts?

If you don’t follow the rules of officialdom, you are an outsider!

"Why, you like it? I'll give it to you."

Zhang Aiguo took off the holster from his waist and handed it over.

"How embarrassing."

"It's okay, practice makes perfect."

"I feel unworthy of this position."

"Whatever, we're all fighting the devils."

He rummaged in his briefcase and pulled out a box of bullets.

"I'll give my gun license to the sir."

"No, I still have some."

He took out a seven-note instrument from his briefcase and put it on his waist.

"This can also has red beans, rice, and radish strips. It's delicious."

"This thing is called Ze'an, and it's pickled yellow radish."

"The Japanese eat so well. They have salt, sugar, tea, cigarettes, fish, and rice. Look at us. Alas!"

In order to boost morale and boost confidence, Zhang Aiguo felt that he needed to do this.

"This is just the beginning. In two years, the Japanese will be no match for them. A rabbit's tail cannot grow long."

"I think so. They are just small fry. They just made preparations a long time in advance."

"Yes."

"China will win!"

Zhang Aiguo said this very confidently.

The two sides clinked their glasses.

After repelling the infiltration attack of a small group of Japanese troops, the position calmed down. However, the defense lines in Tangshui Town and Tangshan area were occasionally filled with sightings of Japanese planes and the sound of intensive gunfire.

As night falls, the red tracks of the shells in the distance are clearly visible, the sound of explosions is as if next to your ears, and flames illuminate half the sky red. Only the sound of breaking through the air can be heard, but the cannons themselves cannot be seen.

The Japs' indirect and precise artillery bombardment flattened the trench fortifications, and most of the Kuomintang officers and soldiers died under the intensive artillery fire and aerial bombs.

In a daze, Zhang Aiguo felt something pressing on him. He couldn't breathe, his chest felt like it was about to burst, his hands and feet were numb from nervousness, and he wanted to push it away, but it was a bit out of control.

I was panicking. I was extremely panicked.

I couldn't open my eyes, I could only feel my eyeballs moving, and my upper and lower eyelids seemed to be sewn shut.

Zhang Aiguo gritted his teeth and held his breath. After an unknown amount of time, he regained some strength in his hands and feet and sat up.

Rubbing my eyes, I saw that my brothers were sleeping soundly, but where was the sentry?

A sentry kept nodding his head like a buzzard.

The truck was parked in a wood, and there were enough horses for occasional transfers.

What is that thing that is hunched over?

Tiptoe forward.

How can I have time to check the time?

He immediately pulled out his flare gun and loaded it with a flare.

"bang"

The flares were launched into the sky, illuminating the sky brightly.

Thirty or forty Japanese soldiers approached quietly.

Grass.

The distance is less than 150 meters, and it can be reached in 20 seconds at most.

He pulled the bolt handle and fired while shouting, "The Japs are coming, shoot!"

The soldiers slept in their clothes, wrapped in their coats, which were usually folded into a roll and tied diagonally across their chests.

The light machine gun spewed out angry flames, and the soldiers pulled the bolt and fired. The Japs in front fell down like dry grass, and more of them immediately lay on the ground and began to fight back using the terrain.

The Japanese rarely charge in groups. They only do it when they are determined to fight to the death. Most of the time, they charge in a tactical coordination and attack in a dispersed formation.

The gunshots rang out, but not so many devils fell.

"Chuckle, chuckle, chuckle"

The unique sound of pheasant neck shooting, with the support of 2.5x optical sight, has high shooting accuracy and an effective range of 800 meters, comparable to a long-range sniper.

"bang"