I want to be a good person

Where does the wind come from?

The chill seeped into my bones.

Zhang Aiguo and his group of four set off.

Know its good and know its bad. There are many things with two sides to the same coin and no one can avoid it.

Born in poverty, he travelled light.

"It's getting late, let's stay overnight."

Zhang Guo suggested.

"Okay, why are you glaring at me? Go and give me the money."

Squad leader Jiang scolded as if Zhang Aiguo owed him two thousand dollars.

"Let's be reasonable. I have to sell myself out."

Zhang Aiguo suppressed his anger and spoke in a sarcastic tone.

I opened the package speechlessly. It was good. There was 5 dollars in cash left and a % commission. He really treated me as his own.

"It's not easy for the team right now. I'd like to be more understanding and help you reduce the risk. You carry so much cash with you. If you run into the Japanese, you'll just give them an advantage."

"Yes, I should thank you, I fucking should."

Zhang Aiguo was not used to sleeping on a large dormitory bed. It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but difficult to go from luxury to frugality, so he asked for the only single room.

All three followed.

"No, I mean how do I sleep in this little bed?"

"Let's squeeze in."

The kerosene lamp in the space was replaced and lit. Zhang Aiguo picked up the wick and said, "I'm going to the toilet! I want to relieve myself. Do you want to accompany me?"

"I go."

"Old Hu, you should behave yourself outside. Your contribution will not be forgotten. Don't be unconvinced."

Squad Leader Jiang gave me a kind reminder, but you still have a conscience after you have let yourself down?

There was a person standing at the toilet door, afraid that he would run away.

I don’t care who is right or wrong. I have seen through it and given up.

Pushing open the door of the single room, Zhang Aiguo stepped in, holding his breath and saying nothing.

The person who followed in closed the door, sniffed hard, and felt something was wrong.

"What's that smell? Kerosene doesn't smell like that."

The two people on the bed were lying on the bed with their clothes on, twisting their bodies.

I started to panic and took two quick steps. My blood was boiling and my breathing was heavy.

His body softened, he turned around and pointed at Zhang Aiguo.

"Incense! You..."

He fell to the ground with a thud.

Open the door to ventilate the room and blow out the kerosene lamp. The special wick was mixed with a strong aphrodisiac.

It would be much better to be in a place with a leader. As the saying goes, it is easier to meet the King of Hell than to deal with the little devils.

The starting point of each policy is good, but it is understandable that problems will inevitably arise during implementation.

The little capriciousness of power is happening all the time.

The unacceptable result is to pack up and leave. Fortunately, in the Republic of China era, ordinary people were not very particular about hygiene, otherwise it would be difficult to maintain the facial disguise.

Like a gust of cold wind, it came whistling and left silently.

Wuhu, an old joke makes people know that it has actually enjoyed the reputation of "the famous city in Jiangdong" and "the famous area in Wu and Chu" since ancient times. It is also known as Jiangcheng and was one of the four major rice markets in the Republic of China.

The gate was guarded by the Gate Maintenance Association and traitors. Before the fall, the population was 17. It was the largest city in Anhui Province, followed closely by Anqing. The third place was the protagonist of another joke, Bengbu.

Ugly plaster flags were flying, Japanese cavalry were patrolling, and many houses in the rural areas along the way were in ruins and uninhabited.

Waiting in line for inspection, the diligent traitor is truly dedicated to his job. Looking behind him, there is a smiling face, but turning back, he is cold and arrogant.

The reason why we know that the swastika flag is useful but the British one is useless is because the ship Dehe of the British merchant Jardine Matheson was bombed and burned.

"Where did it come from?"

The three parties of the pseudo-police detective maintenance committee were in charge, checking the entry and exit of people, all wanting to show off in front of the devils.

"Chuzhou!"

"It's not a short distance. Others are running out from Wuhu, but you are running here instead."

"Tell me, what are you doing? What is your intention?"

"Boss, I came out to make a living. The locust army is here, I want to find a job!"

"Looking for work?"

"The locust army is in need of people right now. You came at the perfect time."

"What are you doing?"

"It will keep you alive."

"how much per day?"

"You won't starve."

Zhang Aiguo was delighted to receive a certificate of good citizenship from Qian Daqiang. His accents in the south and north of the Yangtze River are very different.

"Boss, can we go in and take a look? I've always heard that this is the largest city in Anhui."

Zhang Aiguo folded his hands, slumped his shoulders, and looked submissive.

"Go quickly and come back quickly. If you try to escape, we will catch you and send you to the hard labor camp. If the locust army catches you, you will be beheaded."

A Japanese soldier stood by the city wall. On the inner wall was a slogan, in which a man in a melon-shaped hat punched a small Japanese pirate away. The slogan read, "People, rise up and drive the Japanese bandits out of China!"

If words had such power, and if the mere sound of words could tame ghosts, hundreds of soldiers and generals would not have died on the battlefield.

In the distance, more than a dozen Type 93 baggage carts were approaching, fully loaded with looted supplies.

The Japanese two-wheeled baggage cart was standardized. The gap between countries was really big. One Japanese had one horse and one cart. The baggage cart weighed 370 kilograms and had a load capacity of 210 kilograms.

The convoy was escorted by fully armed cavalrymen in front and behind, with a ferocious look on their faces that they never concealed. No Chinese dared to look them in the eye. If they showed the slightest dissatisfaction, they would either be shot or hacked to death.

The commander of Wuhu was called Okamoto, the same as the condom, and had the rank of colonel.

There were two Japanese battalions stationed there, as well as a gendarmerie, and the security headquarters was located at Wuhu Middle School on Zheshan Mountain.

The once "Ten Miles Long Street Bustling Market" was famous throughout the country, but now it is all devastation and rubble, no longer prosperous. Post-war statistics show that commercial losses alone amounted to 13.6 billion.

There were defensive fortifications made of sandbags everywhere at the main intersections in the streets and alleys, and the Japanese soldiers were standing guard.

"Keep up, keep up."

The traitors of the Security Maintenance Association wore white armbands and held plaster flags in their hands. Four or five of them urged the labor team to move forward.

Two policemen were carrying Hanyang rifles to maintain order, two traitors were riding bicycles with pistols slung across their shoulders, and the three parties were fighting each other and keeping watch on each other.

"Brother, where are we going?"

Zhang Aiguo quietly asked the man next to him.

There was no expression on the other person's dull face, and his numb eyes seemed frozen, with no sign of any change.

"We are going to repair the Wanli Airport."

A man behind him responded in a low voice.

At the beginning of the war, the Wanli Airport was attacked by the Japanese and more than a dozen planes were bombed.

Fighting without declaring war, even disguising themselves as other countries and launching shameless sneak attacks, is what the Japanese do.

A sneak attack is not an unprepared war. It is preceded by strict detection, calculation, evaluation and confusion. The Japanese victories in modern times are all based on shamelessness and lack of bottom line.

Every time I think back on it, I am filled with tears and blood, and a huge pain. It is also a wound that can never be healed in the hearts of Chinese people with conscience!

The workers lined up to receive their meals. Each person was given a bronze porcelain bowl with rough blue flowers painted on the outside. The inside of the bowl was snow-white with a black bottom. People were very happy.

Zhang Aiguo began to wonder, are the Japanese so kind?

Isn't this a poisonous bowl?

The Japanese invaded China not only to plunder economic resources, but also to learn from the Russians and exterminate people and occupy land. The eagle head facing east is the old footprints of our ancestors.

After finishing the two steamed buns of unknown ingredients in his hand, he poured the clear soup in the bowl into a jar in the space.

It's strange. The bowls used by the traitors are different from those used by the laborers. The Japanese don't use new bowls, so there must be a problem.

"Work, work, work hard, and you will have an extra steamed bun for dinner."

The maintenance traitor who led the team shouted loudly.