I want to be a good person

The Japanese pilots were wearing standard summer flight suits, two-piece jackets made of gabardine, a white scarf made of parachute silk around their necks, and buoyancy vests.

Ground crew and flight crew can be easily distinguished from pilots, wearing helmets, goggles, and brown flight boots with reinforced toes.

The leader, wearing a black and white cloth armband representing "duty officer", had a stern face and pursed his lips to hide his inner uneasiness.

The hip pack of the Type 97 parachute hangs behind the buttocks, which does not look very beautiful.

The hurried steps and the unsteady landing caused sparks from the friction of walking, but the fire in the building concealed everything.

As it was about to enter the effective range, a thin tongue of fire kissed the enemy's chest with warmth.

Familiar gunshot, Taisho 11-type light machine gun.

"What? We are one of you!"

"One of our own!"

"Is it Taniguchi-kun? Maruyama-kun?"

The Japanese soldier in front was not as affected by the force, and was even more unlucky than the female Japanese soldier, so he was hit hard.

A 120cmx5cm strip of cloth was tied to the head of the dead Japanese soldier, with the words "Victory" written on it, which was clearly visible under the firelight.

The remaining Japanese soldiers pressed their bodies tightly to the ground, and the flat ground looked like abandoned dog shit, with lumps of it, which was disgusting.

Such good fertilizer, can’t be wasted.

"bump"

150 meters away, there was a flash of fire and two grenades exploded in a pile of shit.

The explosion made shit and piss all over the place.

“Wow wow wow”

Several Japanese soldiers stood up, raised their Type 94 pistols and shot at Zhang Aiguo.

The 6.5mm bullet fired from the Type rifle does not deviate. It has a straight red trajectory that penetrates the chest and arms of the Japanese. Courage is used to scatter them.

I trotted past the pile of corpses and looted the corpses along the way. No matter how bad the Type 94 pistol was, it was better than having nothing at all.

People's hearts are so loyal that they only choose what is beneficial to them, just like men are always consistent and like 18-year-olds.

Realizing that the disturbance came from inside the airport, the searchlights turned, and so did the gun muzzles of the sentry posts and towers.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang!"

Zhang Aiguo, hiding in the dark, fired several shots and knocked out the searchlight.

Without the guidance of light, humans and ghosts are on the same starting line, and it is easy to plot against Wuchang.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, machine gun and rifle bullets were as red as a net, making the dust in the hiding place boil. This combat quality can be said to be very strong and the reaction was too fast.

One trick can be eaten all over the world.

The corpse in the shit-yellow military uniform was unfortunately hit by bullets and swayed from side to side and danced in the rain of bullets.

The gunfire stopped, and two Japanese soldiers jumped out of the fortifications and ran over to check.

"who?"

A sergeant ran out from the other side, holding a Type 95 saber in his left hand, a turtle box in his right hand, and a gun strap slanted across his neck.

He was so arrogant and swearing all the time.

"Bagaya Road!"

"damn it!"

When they got closer, the machine gunner stood up, wanted to say hello and ask about the situation, and looked down.

Without standing straight, he squatted down quickly, and his hands moved quickly, ready to press the trigger.

The Japanese are so vigilant, it's terrible!

Cold sweat broke out on my back, and the wind even felt a little chilly.

"Pah, pah, pah, pah!"

This time, the two turtle boxes met the right target at the right time and did not disappoint at all. The main shooter, the deputy shooter, the squad leader and the ammunition man were allocated different peanuts, and they were full after eating just one.

The blood struggled to come out and flowed out uncontrollably.

"suddenly"

The bullet hit his feet. Zhang Aiguo took two quick steps and rolled into the sandbag shelter.

The bullets that were fired penetrated the sandbags one after another without making a sound.

I was careless and didn't change into braided boots. I judged that the Japanese wouldn't pay attention to their feet when it got dark. After all, their accent, body shape, dress and temperament were somewhat different from those of the real Japanese.

The reason is that I am not perverted enough and I still have a conscience.

In the early days of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, the height of most Japanese soldiers was between 150 and 160 cm. It was not easy to choose a pair of suitable shoes, and the knitted boots were heavy and required adaptation.

The Type 30 heavy machine gun is in ready-to-fire position, with the grip facing downward and the -round magazine inserted.

Optical sights There is no time to see which optical sight it is.

Wherever there is fire, there are devils. Fight back, you must fight back.

Unlike the heavy machine gun with a bonus, it's like a slutty hen, clucking bullets flying over, and a wet French kiss that directly draws blood.

Where are the pack horses for the machine gun squad?

11 devils serve a pheasant neck, and the spare ammunition is not cheap, including 2160 rounds of 7.7mm bullets, as well as a prop box and spare barrels.

A huge fire broke out at the airport, lighting the sky red.

Zhang Aiguo knew it was time to leave. The Japs' two biggest killer weapons, air bombing and artillery bombing, were of top priority. If anything unusual happened, the Japs would provide quick support.

There are mines buried outside the cordon, so we can't get out and can only choose to go out through the main gate.

There were not many rumbling Type 97 Luwang three-wheeled tanks in sight. I wonder if they are lying in ambush outside, ready to catch us off guard.

Zhang Aiguo took out the Type 92 armored vehicle from behind the bunker and attempted to start the engine with the crank. After several attempts, he could not find the node and had to keep adjusting the choke.

"Snapped"

A bullet hit the armored vehicle, sending sparks flying.

I was nervous and shook my hands vigorously.

"dong dong dong"

In critical situations, people's potential is extraordinary, and by chance, the car started.

He pulled the crank and "bang", another bullet came and hit the back of his head.

Zhang Aiguo could clearly feel the heat, so he half walked and half ran, opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat.

Step on the clutch, shift into gear, release the handbrake, step on the accelerator, and the car starts moving forward.

The car doors remain silent, and the lights and horns are not turned on.

"clang clang"

……

There were many bad ghosts knocking on the carriages continuously, and Mars lit up from time to time, trying to replace the stars that did not show up, but unfortunately the weight was not enough.

Unable to fight back, no one to deal with it, and too busy to deal with it.

Several three-wheeled vehicles rumbled up, with crooked-handled motorcycles mounted on their boat-shaped sidecars, and the lines of fire were blurry.

People who are good are bullied by others, and horses who are good are ridden by others.

The ancients never lied to me.

The roads in the water town were difficult to drive on, and the rear of Zhang Aiguo's car was hit so hard that it was on fire. Fortunately, the tires were solid.

The Japs pursued relentlessly and held on tightly. The Type 99 light machine gun jammed occasionally, but they persisted as if they had taken Viagra.

It's just a sincere attempt to make myself unhappy. The tiger doesn't show its power, but treats me as a sick cat. I'm even more afraid of attracting a large force and getting caught here.

There was an intersection ahead. After stepping on the accelerator a few times, the armored vehicle turned around at high speed and rammed directly into the three-wheeled vehicle.

"squeak!"

He applied the emergency brake, but was hit by Zhang Aiguo's reckless attack.

There are thousands of traffic rules on the road, but driving violations can cost you your life.

If you don't wear a seat belt, you can't escape the speed of the car if you jump out, and the car will take off. The directions of the forces are mutual, and it's an extreme pull.

Standing in the right wind, even a pig can take off. The Japanese soldier shouted and paddled his arms backwards like he was swimming on his back, and crashed into the second motorcycle like a wild goose falling on the sand.

The plot of Brokeback Mountain is playing out. Good friends should stay together and never let go.

The Type 90 helmet knocked the driver unconscious, causing the three-wheeler to flip over on the ground and stall.

"Clap clap clap clap"

Zhang Aiguo braked the car, opened the armor plate, and the turtle box called out his name accurately.

When the day came, Zhang Aiguo left behind a mess and left.

Both the Blue and Red factions took the blame, claiming that their guerrilla raid on Wanli Airport behind enemy lines had dealt a heavy blow to the Japanese, and called on the people to unite and resist foreign aggression.

It’s nice to have someone to take the blame!

But do you think you are a temporary worker?

Zhang Aiguo's habitual thinking is that it is correct for the temporary worker to take the blame, but the development of the incident is puzzling.

In the smoke, Ta Kung Pao!