I want to be a good person

The two cooks in the kitchen hid behind the door, hoping that no one would come in.

Things went against one's wishes and the door was pushed open. What is this law called?

"thump!"

One person knelt on the ground, kowtowed repeatedly, and cried out in a sobbing voice: "Don't kill me, I am Chinese, don't shoot."

Snot and tears flow out together, making one lose appetite.

The other one was holding a kitchen knife and was a little crazy: "We are one family, we all speak Mandarin! Spare our lives."

Gao Deli was in a difficult situation, and Jia Bisheng had some ideas in his mind.

"Stop crying, stand up, Chinese people don't fight Chinese people!"

"Really?"

How come you are so easy to talk to? Where is the hatred?

"You two lead the way. Take us to check all the houses to see if there are any other devils!"

In case of a sneak attack by hidden Japanese, this would be the best shield.

"Reporting to the commander, the squad is incomplete and the troops have not been replenished yet."

The man holding the kitchen knife dropped it with a clang, and then said, "A total of 44 little devils."

"Oh, does that count as you two?"

After these words came out, the other party was a little embarrassed, and hesitantly said: "Fighting does not count, everything counts, we are considered military husbands."

"Hurry and lead the way."

Zhang Aiguo ran straight to the office in the middle. The phone in the room kept ringing, but no one came out to answer it. There was a room on the side, which should be the telecommunications group.

With a gentle push, the first thing I saw was the destroyed radio transmitter. A Japanese soldier was hiding behind the door, holding a wooden stool and smashing it towards me.

"Snapped"

It is a bad habit to always use violence. It is really impolite and needs to be changed.

Under normal circumstances, there are at least two devils. Where is the other one?

"Moses Moses."

"Lieutenant Sasaki, what took you so long to answer the phone? Why did you hear gunshots? What happened?"

"Report, the lieutenant is directing the battle. I am Arita No. 1 in the communications team. The enemy is coming to rescue the prisoners and is being repelled by our side."

"Yoshi, ask Sasaki to write the battle brief and send it to me."

"Yes."

"Boss, these two people."

"Speaking Mandarin."

"From the island."

There are quite a few people on the island, how should we deal with it?

"Let them continue to look for the devils."

"Yes."

"Clap"

Gunshots were heard from the toilet.

"Boss, we found a devil, and two islanders took the bullet for us."

"Alas, it is a well-deserved death."

“What to do with the seized guns and ammunition?”

"I'll deal with it."

The two men carried two Type 96 light machine guns onto the truck.

"Boss, this gun is good, but it doesn't have a single shot, so you can only pull the trigger by hand."

"Okay, it will become easier once you get used to it."

"Come on, get this mountain cannon up there, and then use the sandbags to build fortifications. Wait for me at the gate and prepare for defense."

The truck left and drove towards the exit of the camp. Zhang Aiguo watched it go away and turned back to search for supplies.

Zhang Aiguo moved all the usable materials from the ammunition depot and granary.

The Japanese heads were piled up into a mausoleum and all their genitals were cut off.

The rooms were not burned down because the Japanese would force civilians to work on their reconstruction.

Zhang Aiguo only left behind a few different types of trip mines and explosive packs, barely enough to buy a pot of drunkard's wine.

The truck started and slowly accelerated away.

"Sir, why don't you blow it up?"

"Blow up the little devils and they will know to be more vigilant. Gunshots are normal. Cannon sounds are different. Plant explosives to send them packing."

Zhang Aiguo replied with a smile.

"By the way, don't call me sir anymore, so as not to arouse suspicion."

Gao Deli smiled naively and said with a grin, "I was so happy to beat the Japanese that I got a little carried away."

"Relax with a cigarette."

The car window was rolled down and the wind blew over from the mountain, bringing a cool breeze, just like my mood at the moment.

"Sir, why the mountain artillery?"

"This is an invention of the Kwantung Army devils. It's called a truck-mounted mountain gun."

"Will you be unable to bear it?"

"Don't worry, the Japs have tested it, and it's the same as on the ground."

"Won't they run away once the gun is fired? Will the truck slip?"

"Either pull the handbrake, or put small sandbags or stones in the front and back to block the wheels."

"This is a cannon with legs. The Japanese are really smart."

"It's just that the muzzle is facing backwards, and the reaction speed is too slow, but it solves the problem of whether there is one or not!"

Place mats and sandbags in the truck bed and put the mountain cannon directly on top. Since the Type 41 mountain cannon is a barreled recoil gun and it is a light gun, the recoil is not large.

"suddenly"

A Type 97 Luwang three-wheeled vehicle came running in the opposite direction.

"Will you go to Fangshan?"

Jia Bisheng knocked on the car window from behind, the truck stopped, and the water was released collectively.

"Never mind. I'll replace the Type 94 with a turtle box and pack the extra guns into boxes."

The four men tacitly did not ask where the truck came from. After all, following the commander, they could eat well, dress well, and get paid. What else could they want?

“This gun is great!”

Born in a small artillery company, he has a special affection for artillery.

"This is old, a product of the sixth year of the Republic of China. The latest 75mm mountain cannon is called the Type . It has a longer range than this and is lighter. We can't defeat them for this reason. Six mules and horses can pull it."

"Cannonball?"

"Don't worry about the replenishment of the shells. Besides, how many shots can we fire?"

"The commander is right. We need to be prudent."

"I will get you a certificate later, give your family money, and leave Shanghai to avoid investigation of relatives of the anti-epidemic workers and bring trouble to your family."

"Thank you, sir."

"If there is something going on at home, ask them to send the telegram here."

The family in Shanghai withdrew, leaving behind an office managed by a foreigner and a few association members, but the business still had to go on.

Wars are fought with real money, where does the military funding come from?

The Japanese are constantly expanding their trade relations. As for the various expeditionary force headquarters or divisions, they will also operate them to some extent, just like the Americans stationed in the Middle East. If they don't make money, they are idiots.

However, what are being traded are China's resources, so the Japanese don't feel sorry for it.

Before the outbreak of the Pacific War in 31, even the Osaka Division, which claimed to dare to sell locusts, was restricted in doing business. They were just good at fighting and had strong combat effectiveness, but there was regional discrimination in Japan, and Kanto looked down on Kansai.

The Osaka Division, like the Americans, will intervene at critical moments on the battlefield and maximize results!

Zhang Aiguo was holding a Japanese military note in his hand. It had no digital code printed on it and was circulated as ordinary currency in the Japanese-occupied areas, causing huge economic losses to the Chinese people. In Hong Kong alone, the estimated compensation amount was 50 billion Hong Kong dollars.

The Japanese had a total of five types of military notes: "A, B, C, D, and E", with different styles, denominations, and circulation areas. The sad thing is that the Japanese never recognized them because there were too many things they didn't recognize.

Facing a shameless country with no bottom line, with the biggest rogue country behind it, we can only take back what we have lost with our own hands, and repay the pain we have suffered with a tooth for a tooth, and give others a taste of their own medicine!

Let’s get off topic. Let’s leave the important things to the next generation!

Cigarette butts were thrown out of the cab.

Trucks shuttled back and forth on the road, facing the wind. Dark clouds covered the red sun, but they could not stop the patriots' blood from boiling!

"Drip drip!"