I want to be a good person

With a small explosion, the fire snake sprayed by the light machine gun on the position was cut off.

Grenade launchers and flat-fire cannons cause the greatest damage to machine gun crews, and they have to move to other positions before they can finish firing a round.

"Fire at the heavy machine guns!"

"Yes!"

Wu Haoran picked up the telescope, and another soldier used a rangefinder to calculate the distance.

"Direction..., coordinates..."

"fire!"

The gunner put his strength on the shoulder rest and pulled the trigger.

The shells dragged their red tails, looking for the provocative ghosts.

"fire!"

……

The power of a 20mm machine gun is terrifying. It can cut your body in two when it hits you. The caliber represents justice and you cannot refuse to accept it.

After seven or eight rounds, the Japanese heavy machine gun stopped firing and no longer kept clucking like a hen laying eggs.

The soldiers mechanically pull the bolt to fire. Should we let them aim before shooting?

The shooting accuracy is poor, the ammunition they carry is small, and the shooting in a panic wastes bullets without bringing much results. They will also retreat because they run out of ammunition.

"Stop shooting! Stop shooting!"

Unable to hold back, Zhang Aiguo jumped into the trench, shouting non-stop.

The Japs retreated, but they might be gathering strength for the next attack.

"Check your own ammunition and equipment, and summarize the total amount of remaining ammunition by class."

"Captain Wang, I really can't help it. Once the logistical supplies are cut off, the guns in my hands will become firewood sticks. There is no way to fight the Japanese."

"That's what the sir said. I was just about to do it."

"I'm sorry. I was reckless. Please forgive me."

Zhang Aiguo bowed, turned around, jumped out of the trench and walked towards the machine gun bunker.

"Our ammunition?"

"There are still hundreds of rounds. We will have replenished the bullets and grenades before dark."

"it is good."

While they were talking, Captain Wang and his guards ran over and saluted respectfully.

Asking for help?

"Sir, I don't have much spare bullets. Some soldiers only have 10 bullets. I think..."

As expected, the sound of gunfire was heard, a glorious tradition left over from the Beiyang government.

"What kind of guns are you equipped with?"

"Made in Hanyang, and also with a box gun."

"Where's the light machine gun?"

"There are still two Czech machine guns left. The heavy machine gun was destroyed, and two light machine guns were also destroyed."

"Do you have a spare barrel?"

"What's the point of that? It's a gun that has never been broken before, and it's never been fired."

The spare barrels were used to make guns. Besides, everyone knew that machine gunners had the highest mortality rate. If a barrel could be damaged, how many bullets would have to be fired? It was impossible to do that on the battlefield.

Zhang Aiguo finally understood the reason why he couldn't see the action of changing the gun barrel.

"5000 rounds of Type 100 round-nosed bullets, two Madsen light machine guns, and grenades."

"Thank you, sir. I..."

Captain Wang's eyes were red with tears, ammunition was life, and who among the different factions would be so generous? Fighting against each other was the first choice.

"We are all colleagues. Only by helping each other can we overcome difficulties together. The president often talks about solidarity. I think it is better for soldiers to be simple."

"Sir, benevolence is the key. Our 376th Battalion will never forget your assistance."

"You're too polite. Give us some ammunition and we'll kill the enemy together!"

Watching the other party pulling the ammunition away, Wu Haoran suddenly asked: "Sir, will you give it back later?"

"Here, as long as we're fighting the devils, I have a way to get the ammunition."

"Yes, I know how to do it."

"If the Japanese have a plane coming tomorrow, try to see if you can shoot it down."

"how to spell?"

"Don't pay attention to them the first time. They are arrogant and will definitely fly low. Within 300 meters, calculate the lead time and shoot continuously. After shooting, you still have to run and move to other concrete bunkers."

"Understood, sir, are you going?"

"Yes, I'll go and see the chariot battle. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win every battle."

He smiled and reached out to pat his shoulder.

"I feel relieved with you here. Remember my instructions."

"Please rest assured, sir. I will follow your instructions."

Zhang Aiguo left under the cover of darkness.

Since Nanjing was established as the capital in 1928, it has become increasingly prosperous. Zhang Aiguo seized a Zundaper K1 two-wheeled motorcycle, a Harley two-wheeled motorcycle, a black Chevrolet four-door sedan, and a blue Opel Admiral from the homes of the evacuated dignitaries.

Those who lack money are always the lower class. No matter whether it is peace or war, classes will always exist.

The flags on the city walls are changing!

He threw away the license plate "京008 二十二" on the motorcycle, started the engine with his foot, put on goggles and an M35 helmet, and rushed towards Fangshan.

The highway is a military-grade highway. It is said that after Commander Tang took office, he mobilized the military and civilians to repair it, which facilitated the advance of the Japanese heavy artillery units and armored vehicles.

The roar of the engine and the cold wind blowing in his face made Zhang Aiguo more sober.

Although the water network is dense, the roads built are the best on the earth today, after all, they are the focus.

The destroyed tanks could not be transported away and could be used as spare parts. The third company of the National Army Armored Corps was equipped with 17 German Krupp tanks, which were the Type 1933 tanks finalized in , including two command-type tanks.

We can’t let the Japanese get away with it, even if it’s discarded.

The old Japanese are really not good at gambling. They dare to return with just a dozen of them. They fight fearlessly and are willing to go all in.

The motorcycle was running quietly, with dark lights and not much speed.

There was a winding dirt road ahead, and faint screams could be heard from the village, but strangely, there were no dog barking.

It was late at night. I put away my motorcycle and headed carefully towards the village. There was no water in the rice fields. Maybe they were sowing winter wheat or rapeseed.

Agriculture is the foundation of a country. After all, if we can’t even get enough food to eat, how can we talk about development and prosperity?

The National Government established the Agricultural Extension Committee in 1929, focusing on the improvement and promotion of agricultural technology. Despite internal and external troubles, financial difficulties and the end of the war, it still achieved some results.

During the era of the great man, China built water conservancy projects, improved breeding, introduced the 43 Plan, and agriculture developed. At the same time, China's situation was even more difficult than Chiang Kai-shek's current situation. The strategic grain reserves amounted to hundreds of millions, and people had to tighten their belts to survive. The Russian bear in the north was watching covetously.

As he reached the entrance of the village, a strong smell of blood filled the air, and Zhang Aiguo's heart suddenly sank.

There were two men hanging upside down on the tree, with a large pool of blood that had turned black under the flashlight.

The tattered clothes were stained with seeping blood, indicating that he was beaten to death and then bled with a bayonet.

The wind blew, and the corpse swayed gently, as if telling Zhang Aiguo to avenge me.

His nose felt inexplicably dry, and Aiguo closed his eyes several times and raised his head to endure it.

It is said that men don't shed tears easily, but the night wind is so noisy!

A group of people, young and old, were lying on the threshing floor. Some were shot to death, and there were also bayonet marks, which were the finishing blows from the Japanese devils.

On the stone mill, there was a layer of flesh and blood and a tiny finger, about five or six months old.

There were two boys, about six or seven years old, lying on the ground with their foreheads cracked. The white and black were so dazzling, which was the result of a strong collision.

The blood flowed in the open eyes, the look in the eyes was so bright, and so helpless!

There seemed to be a piece of candy in his slightly open mouth.

The wind blew over a cardboard box. Zhang Aiguo bent down and grabbed it. The words on it were...

There were no young men, and no young women.

Their situation can be imagined, but no one dares to think about it.

What we are facing are the inhumane Japanese devils who have turned into beasts. From top to bottom, trying to find a normal devil is like looking for a needle in a haystack!

Please give the Eurasian Plate a warm bear hug to the Pacific Plate!