I want to be a good person

From afar, the Japanese warships and gunboats were sailing in the Yangtze River, blocking the middle and lower reaches of the river.

On a small sampan, the fisherman was rowing his oars vigorously. It was funny that he had hurriedly crossed the river a few days ago, and only two weeks later, he was hurriedly heading south again.

I still remember what a great man once said: the power of example is infinite, and if you don’t occupy the high ground of public opinion, the enemy will.

After the fall of Nanjing, the people responsible were lifted up high and then dropped lightly, and finally punished with three cups of wine as a punishment. It was said that this would not happen again. Then the music and dancing continued. No one dared to use severe punishment on those who treated human life as worthless.

Why is sophisticated egoism so prevalent?

What do people need to believe in?

With 20 French francs, the fishing boat carried Zhang Aiguo across the river in the fog.

Truth can conquer the world, the charm of truth is incomparable, so truth is better.

The Yangtze River is still as long as before, flowing silently. Zhang Aiguo feels that there is nothing to regret and slowly becomes open-minded. Facts have fully proved that people with different ideals cannot work together.

The original plan was to cross the Dabie Mountains and go directly to Wuhan. There were not only wild animals in the mountains, but also...

After some hesitation, I still felt that it was safer to go south. I didn't want to join anyone's team anymore. The consequences were unpredictable. I felt heartbroken and depressed, and the burden on my life was unbearable.

The 27th year of the Republic of China came quietly without any prior warning.

At the beginning of the year, Simei Trading Company published an obituary in the newspaper, saying that the company's manager Zhao Jianguo had been missing for two weeks and was suspected to have died.

Stepping onto the small pier on the shore, paying the taxes and walking forward, you will reach Pengze.

Don't ask why?

Unless you are a senior military or political figure, or a celebrity or dignitary, there are countless ways to avoid taxes, and the small-time democrats will have to obey you.

Jiangxi has always been a battleground for military strategists. Since the early years of the Republic of China, there have been constant wars and huge population fluctuations, with a gap of millions. It is rich in mineral resources, and copper, tungsten, rare earths, uranium, tantalum niobium, gold, and silver are known as the "seven golden flowers".

German equipment comes from the exchange of minerals and agricultural products, which is the main financial income of the Blue and Red sides during the war. Local relations are complicated and I am too lazy to sort them out, so it is better to do as I please.

If they want to give full play to their advantages, they still have to go to big cities like Shanghai, wander in the darkness, consume the enemy's supplies, and cut off railway transportation.

Go into the city and take a short rest. Power is really a good thing. It is addictive. Once you have tasted it, the psychological satisfaction it brings cannot be eradicated.

Although the time is short, the side effects are great. If I have a choice, I would rather do it until I’m old. Age, age doesn’t matter!

Zhang Aiguo sorted out all of this and let go of his inexplicable emotions, but the weather was not good.

Small snowflakes were drifting down from the sky with the wind, mixed with drizzle. The straw hat and raincoat could not keep out the rain and snow. The cold weather in the south made people uncomfortable.

There were no pedestrians on the road. In the hazy mist, only Zhang Aiguo's lonely figure was left in the world, feeling indescribably lonely.

Route 11 travels slowly and the road is rugged and difficult to travel on. The Republic of China highway is mainly composed of gravel roads, cinder roads, and dirt roads, which are particularly damaging to tires. In the Republic of China, which did not produce rubber, a tire was worth 50 yuan.

The only white horse left was snorting loudly, and the sound of leaves being blown by the mud could be heard from time to time. The mountain wind was shouting even more urgently, as if it wanted to keep the guest here.

The sound of hooves responded with a puff, wandering east and west, heading towards the future.

During the Republic of China, where there were many mountains, there were many bandits, and where there were deep lakes, there were many water bandits.

Just as I was feeling emotional, a very courageous voice came from the front.

"I drive this road..."

The ancient tradition of banditry, poor people, why don’t they put on a legal cloak?

If you are incorporated and recruited, and become bigger and stronger, you will surely create glory. As long as you have a skin, you have legal caliber and can take anything you want.

Poor mountains and bad waters bring out unruly people.

There were four or five men wearing straw raincoats and bamboo hats, holding bird guns and javelins.

Alas, why should the poor make things difficult for the poor?

"My dear fellows, I am also from a poor family. It is not easy for me to go out. I hope you can show me some mercy and give me a way to go."

"Shit, leave your money and this white horse behind, and we can let you go."

"Why do you have to force me, my good man?"

"Damn it, you want to die, do you think you can bargain for the vegetables at the market?"

The leader waved the bird gun in his hand.

Zhang Aiguo shook off the rain on his body. He wondered if the gunpowder would get wet and fail to explode. It was just a bluff.

The muzzle of the bird gun was blocked with a wooden plug to prevent rain water from entering.

Surrounded on all sides, the art of war is innate. Good people don't live long, but evil will last for thousands of years.

After serving as an official for a few days, Zhang Aiguo found that he was being pretentious and his habitual mindset of showing off had not changed.

“Pah, pah, pah, pah!”

The guns in his left and right hands fired continuously, and the arrow was on the string and had to be shot.

He was too lazy to dismount, and the items on the ground were not pleasing to his eyes. He sank into the sticky mud and continued riding eastward.

The rain fell more heavily, and water droplets from the horses' backs dripped into the mud and water, making it look like a large rippling lake not far away, with the water and the sky merging into one color.

Taibo Lake, 34 miles away from the county seat, is formed by the confluence of many rivers and is a severely affected area of ​​schistosomiasis. Thinking of this, I suddenly lost interest.

The rain was still falling, the snowflakes were willing to melt into one, silently offering their coldness, and the outline of the lake gradually became blurred.

Since entering southern Anhui, Zhang Aiguo has been extremely low-key. He does not want to provoke anyone, including the Anti-Japanese Mobilization Committee of the Militia and various bigwigs.

The capital city of Anhui has changed again and again, from Anqing to Lu'an, and then to Weihuang, and has always been firmly controlled by the Guangxi Clique.

"Where are you going, fellow?"

"Hello, sir. I'm going to Shanghai!"

"That's a bit far."

Two of them are wearing gray military uniforms and military caps. The armband shows a soldier with a bamboo hat on his back, holding a gun in his left hand and pointing forward with his right hand. The word "Resist the Enemy" is marked in the lower left corner, and the cap badge is a twelve-pointed star with a blue sky and a white sun.

"Where are the documents?"

Zhang Aiguo got off the horse and took out his identity card.

"From Chuzhou?"

"The Japanese occupied Chuzhou. I came around from the west. Fortunately, the Japanese stopped moving."

“Why don’t you go over the Dabie Mountains and go directly to Wuhan?”

"The mountains are high and the forests are dense. There are many wild animals. It's too dangerous."

"My fellow countryman, you have such a good physique, it's a pity not to join the army."

Damn, what’s the point of being a private?

"Sir, I'm really sorry. I still have a mother to support, and I'm worried about her."

The soldiers are friendly and not impatient at all. They will never be cold to you and will treat you like one of their own.

"Tell him which section we belong to?"

"The Fourth New National Revolutionary Army..."

They have a lot of wealth from the local tyrants and evil gentry, so they can do business.

Although his mind was full of thoughts, his face showed no expression and he looked like an honest man.

"Fellow countryman, would you like to come with us? We are an anti-Japanese team. Come and see our training."

"Sir, I still want to go to Shanghai. Can I go and see you later? I've heard about you for a long time. You are a force for the people."

As soon as he said this, Zhang Aiguo immediately regretted it. A damn sense of identity emerged from the bottom of his heart. After struggling in this circle for several years, he had a deep understanding of both the good and the bad.

"It seems that the fellow villagers are very familiar with us. We should go and take a look."

The clothes on the other side cannot distinguish between different classes. What is important now is that the grassroots officers and soldiers are the same.

Damn, this damn temperament can’t be hidden even with makeup or disguise.