I want to be a good person

The traitors who were caught in the rain were dissatisfied and vented their negative emotions on the Chinese people coming in and out, banging and hitting things, and making a lot of movements with their hands and feet. The people dared not speak out their anger and suppressed themselves tightly.

It's uncomfortable to get wet in the rain, so you have to tear other people's umbrellas to pieces. You want others to have the same misfortune as you have, so that you can feel balanced. This is too dark.

"suddenly"

The Type 95 black iron tricycle was coming from afar, and the water splashed by the tires soaked the traitor's body.

The traitor saluted with a smile, his attitude was so serious that he couldn't stand up after kneeling for so long.

As soon as the throttle was turned, there was no stopping.

With a thin layer of soot on her face, the anxious Wang Jinxiu couldn't sleep at all. She was full of worries that women were worthless in troubled times.

The pride I once had was shattered into pieces, scattered all over the floor, and the sound of rain outside the window was disturbing.

The happiness that we pursue is abruptly worn away by reality, just like struggling in a quagmire under the rain, longing for that ray of light.

The sound of a Japanese motorcycle was heard at the entrance of the alley. Wang Jinxiu's heart suddenly shrank and she became nervous. The sound was getting closer and closer.

Where is Mr. Zhang?

If a man doesn't cherish what he gets, will he regret it when he looks back on the past?

Wang Jinxiu felt that it was all fate and the choice could not be described as regretful.

Holding a pair of scissors in his hand, he slowly approached the door, his steps stiff, and he dragged himself towards it.

The roar of the engine stopped, and the heaviness of the leather boots echoed in Wang Jinxiu's heart, causing huge waves.

I heard the key being inserted into the lock and turned, the door was pushed open, and a pair of brown leather boots stepped in.

Wang Jinxiu didn't know where she got the courage from, her heart in her throat, she raised the scissors high, ready to stab.

The rapid breathing had already exposed the location, and Zhang Aiguo could even hear the pounding heartbeat.

"it's me."

People scare people to death.

"Yeah~"

Wang Jinxiu let out a breath, the scissors fell to the ground with a snap, and she slid down softly.

Zhang Aiguo grabbed him and avoided falling to the ground.

Bend down and grab, or give someone a princess hug, it is easy to take advantage of someone when their mind is distracted.

Running in both directions, soft as if boneless, yet hard and upright.

"Bah."

The match was lit and light blue smoke came out.

"Get ready, pack up, and follow me to Shanghai."

"Oh"

The woman, who was lying diagonally on his chest with her face pressed against his, responded softly but did not move. Her slender hands were drawing circles on his chest, teasing him.

"Snapped"

"We are getting ready to leave. There are still a few brothers waiting for us."

Tenderness is a good medicine for those who have experienced the baptism of war. Zhang Aiguo, feeling refreshed, slapped his buttocks lightly. It was a loud but not painful slap. It was a skill he learned from hitting the Japanese in the face.

"Are you still going to pick up the luggage from the girls' high school?"

"Forget it, just consider it a donation. It's probably gone in a few days."

"Put on this outfit."

Wearing a urine-yellow military uniform, Wang Jinxiu's eyes were full of disgust, and the few pieces of fur under his combat cap looked extremely ugly and funny.

"Take it with you. Don't underestimate this thing. Although it's ugly, it's very useful. It can protect you from the sun and mosquitoes."

Wang Jinxiu got dressed reluctantly and put on her raincoat.

"You sit in the sidecar and don't make any noise. If there's an inspection, I'll handle it."

"Got it. I don't speak the Japanese language. I only speak English."

"It's okay, I'm here."

Motorcycles are leaving their temporary residences, and rickshaws are doing business in the streets in the rain. In this country, most people are trying to survive. What is life, what is happiness?

That is wishful thinking. Probably 99.99% of people have never thought about it, not even in their minds or dreams. After all, whatever you think about during the day, you will dream about at night.

If a person is unlucky, even drinking cold water will get stuck in his teeth.

Just as we turned out of Bei Lane and drove onto Zhuqiao Street, a Japanese soldier wearing a white military police armband came towards us and seemed to want to reach out to stop the car.

The selection of the Japanese military police is relatively strict, and the devils respect them very much. They have high authority and good treatment. There are few of them, and they are equipped with a saber and a Nambu pistol, which is similar to the officers.

The devils in front of them brought four traitors with them, and the military police could directly mobilize the garrisons, traitors and other forces in the Japanese-occupied areas.

The Japanese devils who were committing evil deeds all over the streets chose to pick on me because they just disliked me.

Professional anti-counterfeiting, who is the fake? Who is the real one?

Could it be that I acted like a good person, which was inconsistent with the cruel and brutal Japanese devils?

The hand holding the accelerator loosened, and the holster of the Turtle Box gun made a click. Wang Mianxiu in the sidecar was obviously a little nervous. He didn't know where to put his hands, and subconsciously grabbed his collar.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

The motorcycle slowed down and slid past, and Zhang Aiguo nodded.

Unexpectedly, the Japanese actually nodded, obviously satisfied with his slowing down gesture, and waved his hand.

Damn, this is so scary. There is a checkpoint on Zhu Bridge. The exchange of fire will definitely set off an alarm. With so many Japanese devils, it will be very difficult to break out of the encirclement.

Fortunately, there was no harm.

If Wang Jinxiu is someone who attracts bad luck, her own life is more important. No matter how good the friendship is, it is nonsense. There are many people who know the ins and outs of this world.

The rain hit her face and flowed down her neck. Wang Jinxiu shrank back, feeling a little cold due to the cool breeze.

Night came a little early. The road was dark, the headlights were bumping, and the rain lines were dense under the light.

"Pah, da da da"

Rapid gunfire was heard from the front and the exchange of fire was fierce.

"boom"

It was the explosion of a grenade or grenade.

Zhang Aiguo braked his motorcycle. This should be the brothers' last station. Could it be that the Japanese were approaching?

The motorcycle was pushed into the ditch.

"Xiu, you hide in the sidecar. I'll go to the front and take a look."

After saying that, he took out his bastard box, loaded the gun with his hand, and handed it over.

"If I come back, I will call you first, Xiu, and shoot the rest directly."

"Oh, you better watch out for yourself."

"Do not worry!"

Zhang Aiguo took off his goggles, picked up the crooked handlebars in the boat-shaped sidecar, put on a simple canvas repair bag, put two canvas bullet bags and a folding crossbody bag on his belt, dressed like a machine gunner, holding the gun belt and barrel in his hands, he was able to scare the Japanese at the first sight.

The noise of the exchange of fire between the two sides showed no sign of stopping, and I felt anxious. The Type A division was facing seven Chinese people alone.

The naked eye couldn't see far away, so he ran along the road with his back bent.

The technical requirements for operating the Type 99 rifle are so high that Zhang Aiguo spent a lot of effort to become proficient and effective in using it. It also requires highly professional care and maintenance, making it a unique and perverted work.

The elite Japanese soldiers before 1943 were skilled in operating the Type 99 rifle. It was difficult for them to find a pause to avoid bullets when changing magazines, so they carried spare parts with them in case of damage.

It is disrespectful to belittle the Japanese in a foolish way like in the drama and to make assumptions about their many shortcomings. The Japanese do have many things we can learn from.

After all, after the production of Type 96 and Type 99, the Type 99 rifle has never been discontinued. Given the cleverness of the Japanese, China has suffered a lot and paid a lot of tuition fees from modern times to now, for example in the steel industry.

"come over."

A Japanese sergeant in the grass waved at Zhang Aiguo, and Zhang Aiguo ran over with his head lowered.

"Where's the deputy shooter?"

"My feet are sprained."

"idiot!"

"You come to suppress the enemy's firepower attack."

The sergeant picked up the telescope, checked it, and whispered, "Fire at 11 o'clock."

After saying this, he prepared to lead another group of Japanese soldiers to encircle them from the side.

"Why don't you shoot?"