I want to be a good person

There are too many talented people in China. The reformist government has done a lot of work, especially in finding the deserters and eliminating security risks. The two-week search has ended.

The streets were calm and life was back on track, except for the disgusting plaster flags everywhere and locusts running all over the ground.

A Nissan Type 80 truck drove towards the dilapidated city gate.

The traitor stopped the car, but was not qualified to go forward to check, so he turned around and waited for the Japanese in a flattering manner.

"Taijun, please wait a moment."

The Japanese usually have a stern face, are gloomy and never smile, and treat traitors as if they were air.

A Japanese soldier walked forward and saw the person in the co-pilot's seat, Zhang Aiguo, who was wearing a second lieutenant's uniform, and immediately stood at attention and saluted.

The car window was rolled down and the soldier handed over a pass, but the other party didn't even look at it carefully. He just flipped it over casually and handed it back. The second salute was the signal to let him go.

Vehicle drivers were strictly skilled workers until the millennium. As fewer vehicles led to fewer drivers, the ability to repair vehicles was a prerequisite.

In the vast Republic of China, with a population of 400 million, drivers are rare. No wonder the Japanese look down on Chinese people. In their own country, they are also skilled workers.

The Japanese heavy trucks were assigned to the divisions, and there were even more mule and horse carts.

The experience of the National Army's officers is not much different, and their drivers are all treasures.

There was also a shortage of oil. Limited resources were allocated to the military. Officers and lieutenants traveled by horse, not to mention the secret service. Where did all these cars come from? Where did the oil come from?

Pauper imperialism is not a term used casually.

After the victory of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, the Nationalist government had the support of the Americans, and the Studebaker's Law also existed.

"Boss, where are we going?"

The driver was Gao Deli, and his tone was very excited.

"Let's go around first. I'll hide a cannon and we'll modify the truck."

The Japanese cars had two-section compartments, with the second section usually folded outward and downward. Because of their short legs, it was inconvenient to jump out of the car in an emergency.

There is another important reason, which is to provide cover for rapid counterattack when attacked.

In reality, baggage convoys are very difficult to attack, and whether a lie is true or not depends only on the person who tells it.

"That's it!"

There is a hidden bunker in Fangshan, where a small team of Japanese soldiers is stationed.

Barbed wire, barrier poles, and Japanese sentries wearing Type 90 helmets, pointing guns and signaling people to stop.

"Send supplies."

"It used to be delivered by truck, why did you change it?"

"The carts were used to deliver refined rice, crackers and salt. This time, it was fresh chicken, which is perishable and the mules and horses move too slowly."

"Really? It looks like the food has been improved today."

"And sake."

"Really?"

Ordinary Japanese soldiers also have seven emotions and six desires, just like the beasts.

The sentry was very happy, and lines of reincarnation appeared on his face.

The two soldiers walked to the back of the car and looked at the supplies inside.

His mouth was covered from behind and a dagger pierced through his side.

"Uh huh"

I wanted to speak, but unfortunately my nerves were out of control and my legs and hands moved weakly.

"Quick, leave the body aside."

Tao Youju and two people named Chang Laicai pretended to be sentinels and stayed at their posts.

A Type 99 light assault rifle was deployed on the sandbag fortifications to prepare for fire suppression.

The vehicle continued to move forward and came to a camp along the road. Japanese soldiers were training with their upper bodies naked and their genitals bulging.

They tied captured Chinese people to the assassination stakes and used them to practice bayonet skills, disregarding humanity and trying to quickly turn them into cold-blooded soldiers.

After being stabbed, all that was left were screams and low groans. The ground was black and the blood seeped into the soil, smelling choking. The Japanese soldiers were enjoying it.

Every time he drew his sword, the Japanese would cross their arms, watch with a smile, and give instructions while smoking.

A short man wearing glasses held the gun with shaking hands, closed his eyes, and did not dare to move forward.

Military shoes, bamboo spears, and sticks were the "teaching" tools in the "course" for the Japanese recruits, and beatings were commonplace.

The stick was immediately hit on the buttocks, and seeing that the little guy was still afraid, he kicked him directly. The bayonet pierced his thigh as he lunged forward, leaving a big gash.

The Chinese people shouted loudly, full of pain and sorrow.

Gao Deli's eyes turned red and he wanted to pull out his gun, but was stopped by Zhang Aiguo.

There were Japanese machine gun teams on both sides, watching closely and keeping alert to prevent any abnormality.

Looking closely, they are two Type 96 light machine guns, also known as "拐把子" by the Chinese. They are positioned as squad machine guns, a hybrid of the Type 99 and the Czech type. Compared with the appearance of the Type 99 that appeared later, they do not have conical flash suppressors.

It uses a peep sight, a 30-round detachable box magazine, 6.5mm Arisaka bullets, a total weight of 9 kg, and a forward-turning handle.

According to the organization, there should be a light machine gun. We must not act rashly before we find it. We must use a cold shot, especially with a 10x optical sight with a 2.5-degree field of view, to hit the target with every shot.

"Nani?"

Jia Bisheng touched Zhang Aiguo's collar and gestured for him to look. On the middle sentry tower, there was a crooked-handled rifle looking down from above.

Zhang Aiguo made gestures with his right hand and pointed at two places.

"I'll finish the ones above. You don't have to start the fight first. Wait for the right time to intervene."

"clear."

"clear."

He would have made such a mistake if he had tried to grab the gun directly from outside the crowd and had his head caught in the door.

The two men wandered around and slowly approached the back of the machine gun group. They still didn't dare to turn on the safety of the Type 94 mobile phone. It had an exposed hammer holder and was the ugliest pistol that could fire without a trigger.

The truck stopped and it was realized that it was a supply vehicle. The Japanese saw the soldiers walking around and looking around, but they didn't take it seriously. The probability of logistics going to the battlefield was low, so their curiosity was understandable.

Zhang Aiguo climbed up the wooden ladder. The movement of the ladder alarmed the Japanese. The ammunition carrier stood guard and took out the turtle box with a gun rope tied to it.

Looking up from below, the steel nails that the Japanese had woven into the front of their boots were clearly visible.

"doing what?"

"I'm Lieutenant Taro Nakayama, Transport Group."

"you are?"

"Come and have a look, it's too boring in logistics."

"Yes, the battlefield is still very exciting."

The ammunition carrier, a private, put away his gun and offered his hand.

"Let me pull you up!"

Zhang Aiguo now came to the last section and needed to hold on to one side of the wooden board with his hand to climb up.

“Thank you so much.”

"what!"

Faced with Lieutenant Zhongshan's enthusiastic pull, the ammunition carrier excitedly performed an aerial acrobatic move, waving his hands in the air, trying to grab the air.

Damn, will my turtle box break?

"Bah"

When falling, Zhang Aiguo grabbed the wooden frame and jumped up.

"Nani?"

The deputy shooter was emotionally unstable and quickly stretched his head to look.

"Go away!"

Zhang Aiguo gave it a gentle push, empowered by external force, and chased after it closely.

Woohoo, take off.

My bastard box!

The main shooter subconsciously straightened up, but Zhang Aiguo caught his head and pressed it into the wooden frame.

I felt a little dizzy, and countless little stars appeared in my eyes.

In the blink of an eye, the main shooter couldn't think straight and followed him. He is indeed a pervert. Good friends never separate.

With a pull of the bolt handle with his left hand, the bullet is loaded.

“Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump”

Bullet casings clanged all over the ground, muzzle flames sprayed out half a meter away, and as the gunshots rang out, the Japanese soldiers who were still standing ran towards the pile of rifles.

Seeing this, Gao Deli and Jia Bisheng quickly killed a group of four machine gunners with their Type 94 pistols, then lay down in the fortifications, pulled the bolt handle to load the gun, and the machine gun started firing, "I'm the first."

"ah"

Two Japanese soldiers ran out from where they lived, screaming, as if they were on duty at night and had just woken up from their sleep.

He rushed out in a hurry, eager to see Amaterasu, and ate a few peanuts until he was full.

Zhang Aiguo waved his hand, and the two men were on guard and came down from the watchtower by themselves.

"Search every room."

The two guns were still in good condition, with blood on the holsters.

The two Japanese soldiers who came off the line fell very professionally and protected their guns before dying. They are worthy of admiration!