I want to be a good person

"Commander, what do you want?"

The four people waited silently. Adjutant He Zhenliang's eyes rolled around and he guessed his superior's intention.

"Well, tell me."

"Then I will tell you about it. Please point out any shortcomings."

"Don't worry, just speak boldly."

"Hey, we need to exchange our guns with the police station and the security group. If the Japanese come, I don't think we can fight them. If not, give them a receipt."

"Well, they are few in number and not worth fighting, not as good as the picture later."

Wu Haoran echoed.

"correct."

Yang Zhengqi figured it out and his mind came into focus.

"Act immediately. Confiscate and replace their machine guns and pistols, from top to bottom, no matter who they are."

"Commander, isn't that a bit too radical?"

"Why do you say that? We are doing this for their own good. We can't leave it to the devils."

"Yes, everything is for the war!"

"Yes, execute it immediately!"

The officers and soldiers acted quickly, catching the police station security regiment off guard. They added six Qilali light machine guns, which were copied by Chongqing Huaxing Machinery Factory. The gun is 1190 mm long, weighs 8 kg, is fed by a 25-round curved magazine, has a sight range of 2000 meters, and uses 7.92 Mauser rifle bullets.

10 ten-shot box-type pistols, 4 pistols, 50 Hanyang-made rifles, and some bullets and money.

They forcibly purchased and confiscated 30 donkeys, horses, and mules, 10 carts, 4 grooms, 2 blacksmiths, and saddlers.

Anti-Japanese donations were levied and food and wages were raised from wealthy merchants in the city. 500 dan of grain, 1500 yuan in silver, and a batch of meat and eggs were collected.

Ordinary people are not willing to serve in the army at all. The casualty rate of the Kuomintang’s soldiers is too high, and they are emotionally resistant to it due to rumors.

A good cook cannot cook without rice. No matter how hard or difficult it is, there is always someone to do it. If you don’t join the army and I don’t join the army, who will protect our family?

The supplementary group stayed for only two days and left amid a chorus of curses.

Go ahead and curse me. It’s just a pseudonym anyway. I’m cursing the Nationalist government, so there’s no need to maintain my image.

The lower the level, the more they see immediate benefits. The so-called long-term plans cannot move people at all. To sum it up in one sentence, I will enjoy myself while I am alive, and I don’t care about the flood after my death!

If there are problems, leave them to the next generation and believe in their wisdom. If there are more problems, there will be the next generation.

"Commander, a small enemy unit has been spotted in the rear, and is following us."

There were still bicycles in the county town, wealthy people were everywhere, and soldiers conducting reconnaissance in the front and rear all rode bicycles.

"What's today's date?"

"September 12th!"

Hiss, the Japanese are coming soon.

"Pass on my order. The troops should speed up their march. The Second Company of the Third Battalion should stay behind to block the enemy. We can't let a dozen little devils chase after thousands of us. That would be too damn embarrassing."

After the order was conveyed, the Second Company stayed behind, with about eighty to ninety people. Their weapons were simple and they lacked heavy firepower.

Each company has a light machine gun, and the heavy machine guns and mortars are directly under the regiment headquarters. Zhang Aiguo, with a flower machine gun hanging on his chest, looks at the soldiers in front of him.

"Brothers, I will lead my guard squad to fight with you. We will never retreat until we kill the Japanese."

The Type 89 grenade launchers were equipped in the guard platoon, and the county town hastily completed the adjustments and replenished the staff in two days.

"Captain Wang, lead the machine guns to ambush on the side, I will block the enemy head-on. Wait for the sound of my guns, and arrange for the brothers to throw grenades. Those who shoot must aim at the chest. Do you understand?"

"Report to the commander, I understand."

Half an hour later, the Japanese soldiers carrying steel helmets caught up with us. Their shit-yellow clothes did not fit in with the environment.

A sergeant squatted down and carefully examined the ruts on the ground.

I think he realized that the transportation was too heavy and he couldn't move fast enough, so he put on a dirty smile and waved forward.

"go ahead."

Confidence is gained through fighting. Right now the Japanese devils are in high spirits, like mad dogs.

"beat!"

Zhang Aiguo held the submachine gun and fired a long burst of shots, knocking down the Japanese soldier with a plaster flag hanging on his bayonet.

The Japs' reaction was extremely quick. They scattered and lay on the ground like piles of stinky dog ​​shit.

The sound of gunfire was the signal for the attack, and countless grenades rolled down at the feet of the Japanese like rocks falling from a cliff.

"boom"

……

There was a series of explosions and fireworks from more than thirty grenades, like the Japanese mother holding it in her arms and loving it.

Broken hands and feet, and a bloody head.

"suddenly"

Unintentionally, more than a dozen arrogant Japanese soldiers fell.

After replacing the guns, they only picked up seven complete Type 38 rifles, two turtle boxes, a Type 32B saber and other supplies.

"Report, the battlefield has been cleaned up!"

"Strip the devils naked and throw them into the abandoned well."

The officers and soldiers were puzzled and full of doubts.

"Brothers, the little devils have a strong sense of revenge. If you kill them, they will definitely take revenge on the villagers and hide them."

"Yes"

The crowd carried the corpses that looked like garbage and filled the space with soil.

"No wonder the commander didn't want to leave the wounded soldiers in the homes of the common people. It turns out he was afraid of bringing bloodshed to the countryside."

"That's right, the Japs are nothing."

"That's how it should be. The commander has a chivalrous spirit. He should take responsibility for his own actions. Why does he always try to get in among the common people?"

“Everyone wants to live.”

"That's true. Everyone is afraid of death."

"Soldiers are soldiers and should not bring trouble to civilians."

The officers and soldiers packed their things, carried them on their shoulders and quickly caught up with the team.

"Commander, this sword is for you."

Captain Wang took a few quick steps, stretched out his hand and handed over the knife.

"No, I have a lieutenant's knife. You should give it to your battalion commander."

Yes, among the four colonels, it seems that only our battalion commander does not have the Japanese sword.

Seeing that he still wanted to speak, he opened his mouth.

"The captured supplies will be brought up with the team and divided up during the break."

"Yes, Danzao!"

After winning the battle, the morale in the face of the enemy rose slightly, and small victories accumulated into a big victory. They were already veterans of bloody battles, and a truly elite division was just around the corner.

"Commander, did we win?"

"Won."

The soldiers showed off their trophies, including Type 90 helmets, rifles, leather belts, braided boots, bayonets, backpacks and other equipment, which aroused waves of envy.

"Sir, the commander said it was a Type 32B saber. Please accept the brothers' gift."

Hao Xinfeng smiled slightly. He originally thought that he was leaving the rear guard to die, and he felt a little unwilling in his heart. But he did not expect this. He really did not expect this.

The knife chains were hung around their waists. Wow, the four officers were all wearing seven-tone pistols and carrying Japanese swords. Who dared to say that the supplementary regiment did not resist the Japanese?

"It's not far ahead."

Zhang Aiguo took out a map and looked at it with several people, measuring the distance with his fingers and compass.

"Yes, less than half an hour."

"Orders, speed up, enter the city early and rest early."

The messenger rode his bicycle forward and shouted.

How long can an officer promoted on the front line of the battlefield stay?

Zhang Aiguo actually knew what was going on. It is important for people to know themselves. There was internal strife in the national army, and he was afraid that he would be transferred if he entered a safe area. The most important thing in the army is loyalty, and what is needed is to know everything about them.

To sum up, I saved tens of thousands of lives, rescued the tank company, and brought back a tough army. As for the money and property I paid, it was a drop in the bucket and didn't matter. As long as it was used to fight the Japanese, everything was worth it!

Perhaps, the friendship with the brothers has come to an end.

After washing up, Zhang Aiguo lay on the bed, thinking silently that he had done what he should do and as long as he had a clear conscience, that would be enough.

"dong dong dong"

There was a knock on the door.