I want to be a good person

The renovation of the airport is nothing more than flattening and crushing.

A large, flat, compacted earth playground was quickly built, and seven or eight large mat sheds were built on the north side of the airport to provide shelter for the aircraft from wind and rain. A cloth-shaped "wind flag" was hung on the wooden pole in front of the shed.

Apparently the Japanese were not satisfied with the earth-based airport, so they built a runway out of concrete, set up wooden sentry towers, and erected tall barbed wire fences around it. Outside the barbed wire, Japanese engineers were burying mines and setting up cordons.

More and more buildings were being built, including oil depots, maintenance workshops, armories, and Japanese garrison camps. The people working on them were becoming weaker and weaker, and their daily wages were only two small bowls of salt as labor fees.

The disguised Zhang Aiguo hid a broken bowl and secretly roasted it over fire, and yellow-white oily water flowed out. Damn, it was really a poisoned porcelain bowl mixed with poison.

It seems like they are sold everywhere in the city and the countryside, at low prices, as if they are free. This is an attempt to exterminate a race. What kind of hatred is this?

People of low position have little influence on their words, and their words are not as useful as a fart. A stinky fart may not cause any harm, but it can at least make people feel uncomfortable.

A frail laborer could not hold on and fell down, losing his life.

"what happened?"

"My whole body aches, I can't tell where it hurts, and the medicine doesn't help."

The person who was talking to Zhang Aiguo was the man who answered him on the road. Zhang Aiguo's face was as pale as theirs, and he walked weakly.

"How long have we been here?"

"In more than three months, this work will basically be completed."

"Yes!"

Six Japanese planes flew over one after another, two bi-wing Type 95 fighters and four mono-wing planes. Judging from their size, it was unclear whether they were Nakajima Type 93 heavy bombers or Mitsubishi Type 96 land attack aircraft.

"What's that planted over there? Is it blooming? The flowers are so beautiful!"

"Poppy!"

The flowers swaying in the air are as beautiful as a beauty with poison in her mouth.

Zhang Aiguo was not surprised. Apart from non-renewable resources, this was what the Japanese were most concerned about.

Decrees were issued to force residents to sow seeds. Sixty to seventy percent of the land in Wuhu was under planting. As one went north, the situation became more serious than the other. The poisoning strategy of "using poison to support the war" and "using poison to control China" was implemented.

There is a squadron of troops stationed at the airport, plus mechanics and ground crew members, with a total strength of more than 200 people. Two Type 92 heavy machine guns guard the entrance and exit gates, and there are about 9 Type light machine guns.

The traitors only left behind a few translators and members of the maintenance association. There were four Nissan 80 trucks parked at the airport, as well as six Type 4 Luwang three-wheelers for patrolling inside and outside the airport, water hose trucks for firefighting, various types of tractors and other engineering vehicles.

At night, the searchlights shine brightly and the security is tight, making it difficult to attack from the outside.

As for the dying laborers, they knew the evil deeds done by the devils themselves, but were too lazy to care about them, and their lives would not last long.

"suddenly"

Two civilians accidentally entered the cordon just because they were curious, but the Japanese machine guns opened fire on them without any dissuasion or warning.

The bodies were left where they were, and no one dared to deal with them. The brutality of the Japanese devils frightened the honest lower-class people, so they chose to stay alive and accept their fate.

You don't need to ask others, you know your own fortune. Even leeks, cows and horses have self-knowledge, so why bother to be too open-minded and easily become depressed?

“Chicken bones!”

When it was dark, the spring rain was as precious as oil, and God didn't care about it. Maybe it was packed in kerosene cans and poured all down.

A Japanese pilot appeared in the shed with a pleasure-seeking mentality.

He casually wrapped the remaining half of a roast chicken, along with the chicken bones, in newspaper and threw it on the dining table.

"It's yours, you can grab it now. Whoever grabs it first will own it. I'll reward him with half a pistol leg."

To borrow a marketing term from American membership stores, the story of Xinjiang cotton keeps repeating itself, with people always remembering to eat but not to be punished.

There may be disdain and provocation in the tone, and perhaps other intentions.

Zhang Aiguo slowly lowered his head, angry at the nation's lack of resistance and sad at the nation's misfortune. Unfortunately, he was still half-squatting on the ground, his level was too low, and the Japanese were at least on the fifth level.

The ghosts who came with them looked at the workers who were eating with a smile, their cold eyes as if they were looking at a group of dead people.

If you fight for food like a dog and gnaw on the bones left by others, what kind of character do you have? What kind of integrity do you have? Is there still hope?

The workers waited silently, their rapid breathing betraying their inner unrest.

The bottom line is constant testing. As long as you are willing to retreat, you will never know where the other party’s bottom line is!

Maybe there is never a bottom line, just because you are all leeks, all cattle and horses.

"its mine!"

A laborer cannot resist the desire for meat, and perhaps he can survive by gnawing on the bones and getting some oil.

Their wishes are very humble, and they are bent over the soil. If they have a little power, they will step on you and spit out thick phlegm, despising you for polluting the soles of other people's feet.

Before the body rushed out, three or four relatively strong ones started fighting.

"Hahaha."

"Mr. Zhong, you are so brave."

"Liu, you are the same."

"Mr. Cao, who gave you the courage?"

More and more people came, and there were many followers. Once there was a leader, things could not be stopped.

"The surname is Cai"

"The surname Sun"

"The surname is Zhang"

Damn, there’s also someone with the surname Zhang, it seems no one is immune to this.

The mutual scolding continued.

"The surname Yang"

"The surname Duan"

"The surname Jiang"

"The surname Zhao"

"The surname Pan"

……

They are so damn cruel to their own people, with such deep hatred and hatred, and their attitude of eating them alive is speechless.

"Yoshi, great good citizen!"

The laborer who struggled to grab the bone put it into his mouth and chewed it hard, crying as he looked at it. It seemed that he still had some conscience.

Life is so hard!

"It's yours, why don't you grab it?"

One of the Japanese soldiers had sharp eyes and saw Zhang Aiguo who kept his head down. They treated the Chinese as jokes and dared not to cooperate.

"Baga, don't you know how powerful the locust army of the Empire of Japan is?"

"stand up!"

The laborers slowly separated and stopped chewing the bones in their mouths. The Japanese devils' words were very magical, and the crowd revealed the last Zhang Aiguo.

"I."

"Baga, it's you, you are the saboteur!"

"Taijun, we are here together, good citizens, great good citizens."

There are still good people out there. They are brave enough to stand up at such a critical moment. It's a pity that I can't save him. This kind of poison cannot be cured after a hundred days.

"What you said is true."

Zhang Aiguo stood up slowly and said word by word: "You are worse than animals. You poisoned us to harm us."

If one's thoughts are not clear, it is easy to develop inner demons. One can only take life and death lightly and do what one wants if he or she refuses to accept it.

The seemingly weak man seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind, and the short and sturdy Japanese rushed up.

He stood up and shouted loudly.

What is the Tao of emptiness?

Looks very proud.

"Come on, Iwamoto-kun!"

"Teach these sick men of East Asia a lesson!"

"what"

A punch came straight to the chest, with two impacts, mixed with a fierce aura.

Zhang Aiguo did not dodge. His long legs showed off his height advantage. He kicked with a left flick and leaned his body back slightly.

He lightly tapped the corner of his foot and randomly dropped it to serve as a supporting leg, then kicked the enemy's head with his right whip kick, and the combat cap flew to the ground with the force.

The Japanese soldier was caught off guard and suffered heavy blows from both ends, fainting instantly.

"idiot!"

It's so embarrassing. The Japanese are furious. They don't want to suffer such a huge loss, so they resort to despicable means when they can't win. This is the orthodox spirit of craftsmanship.

"Up"

The Japs never talk about justice or reason. They are a filthy nation!