I want to be a good person

Hiding in the shadows, avoiding the Japanese patrol routes, they were afraid of sneak attacks from wolfhounds, especially if there were more than one.

Zhang Aiguo was confident that he could not defeat dozens of Japanese devils. After all, they were not non-humans who wore their underwear outside.

I groped my way to the oil drum storage area, not daring to relax at all.

"woo"

A black shadow jumped out from the side of the barrel, and the impact knocked Zhang Aiguo to the ground. He opened his mouth wide and the saliva rushed straight to his throat. The saliva dripped onto his face, carrying a foul and hot smell.

In a flash, a passenger's saber stabbed upwards at an angle, piercing the upper and lower parts of the dog's mouth together, with a low whimpering sound.

Bloody way to exorcise evil spirits?

Zhang Aiguo, who was sprayed with the spray in his face, felt that there was no evil spirit left. He wiped it off with his hand, which was sticky.

He rubbed his hand on his trouser leg and carried the dog to the oil drum. There were urine stains on the ground where the dog came out, marking its territory and disturbing the good thing.

Filled with most of the gasoline and diesel, it is not enough to burn as long as the vehicle is moving, so you naturally cannot miss the opportunity.

How to explain where the oil comes from? It's a dilemma.

A long fuse was carefully pulled twenty meters away. Zhang Aiguo calculated the time and distance left for himself and left the end of the fuse in the grass.

The searchlights and the Japanese patrols remained unchanged, and the blue smoke disappeared in the darkness.

Outside the barbed wire, a corpse was wearing an unmarked gray military uniform, a Hanyang rifle with smoothed rifling, and a cloth grenade carrier. It could be from any unit, as the uniforms looked almost the same.

The shock wave and destructive power caused by the explosion are so strong that nearby buildings will be razed to the ground.

Run, the only thing left is to run with all your might. Revolution is not a dinner party, and war is not a restarted game.

Five minutes later, a beautiful firework was ignited, sparks, dust, white smoke, and a mushroom cloud formed.

The branches were rustling in the wind, and the sky was red from afar. How many Japanese soldiers could survive?

It is expected that not many of them will survive. The shock wave can blow the Japanese into the sky, turn some into ashes, vaporize some, burn some, and invisibly break their internal organs.

"Let's go, drive quickly."

"Sir, there's not much gas left."

"It's okay. I remember there's a place ahead where there's oil stored. I looked at the oil gauge and it should be able to hold out."

I dare not drive on the main road, which is a loess and gravel road. It is covered with dust on sunny days and mud on rainy days. The shock absorption system only makes the wheels shake left and right.

On the rugged dirt road, the group went east to Wujin County instead of heading south to Jintan County as planned.

At the junction of three counties, I don’t know if the people who put down the big rocks to block the road are bandits, militia, or someone else?

Could it be that he was reported when he stopped to rest?

Isn't it just the same old tricks to take bribes? At least you pretend to be a Japanese devil and pay for food. Can you still call them invaders?

Besides, I had written an IOU for the first time, so I had proof. As for whether I dared to ask for the money, I felt embarrassed.

It is a characteristic of the Republic of China that only one's own people can distinguish between soldiers, police, bandits and civilians.

If you dare to fight the Japanese, you must hold back. It is rare to find a brave man like him. Who knows if the Japanese are fake?

"Raise the gun and shoot to scare them away."

There is still a trace of concern in my heart. Unless it involves my bottom line, I will never kill anyone and will try my best not to attack my fellow Chinese people.

These people will eventually be recruited by both sides, the only difference is whether or not those who have committed heinous crimes will be forgiven.

The machine gun fired short bursts to both sides, held high, and shot alone.

"Captain, what should we do?"

"Let me think, are the Japs' shooting skills so bad?"

The leader was confused, which shouldn't have happened.

"Did they raise the muzzle of the gun three inches on purpose?"

The deputy team leader said in a low voice.

"Why raise it? The devils were so brutal, and my family has suffered from it."

"Could it be fake devils? They are Chinese people pretending to be them."

"That's impossible. Driving a tricycle or a truck is a technical job. They are precious. Officials would not want to part with them. It's better to drive them yourself."

"I have never been an official, so I don't know the ins and outs of it."

"It's simple. Let me tell you, talent is not as good as money, money is not as good as power, power is not as good as authority, and the greater the power, the more powerful it is."

The well-read deputy team leader looked like a man with experience, and he gave earnest advice, which severely hit everyone.

"It's better to be a high-ranking official."

"Do I need to tell you that? A three-year-old would know that."

"That's enough, that's enough, stop talking nonsense, what are we going to do now?"

"Throw a few grenades to blow it up?"

"Forget it, let them go. If they were real devils, a machine gun would kill a lot of us. Besides, I don't know what's on the truck. Judging from the outline, what if it's a cannon?"

"Okay, I'll listen to the captain."

"Who's going to move the stones?"

"You, you, bring a crowbar."

In every team or gang, there are always a few people who work honestly but don't have any opportunities.

Good things don’t come to you, but you can’t escape the bad things.

The four men dejectedly bypassed the hiding place, holding up white flags, and walked out from the other side. They walked with trepidation, as it was well known that the Japanese were not trustworthy.

As I bent down and used the crowbar to move the stone, I didn't hear any gunshots. My mind calmed down and all the strength in my hands and feet returned.

"Captain, there's a box of stuff left in the car."

Watching the vehicle drive away, the dust it raised followed behind the vehicle like a yellow dragon.

A group of people ran down the hill.

"Hurry up and open it and take a look."

A military green wooden box with a piece of paper inside with three words on it: Fight the Japanese.

"Captain, the Japs' guns are a little short."

"It should be a horse rifle."

After the captain finished speaking, he reached out and picked up a gun. He habitually pulled the bolt to look at the barrel. It was smooth and well-maintained, and there was a crisp sound when he lightly pulled the trigger.

"Good guns, count them."

"Hey."

"Captain, 5 rifles, 150 rounds of ammunition."

"It seems that the captain is our military advisor, there is no doubt about that."

The captain looked grateful with emotion.

"Fortunately, no shots were fired. If a fight had really started, it would be hard to say who would win."

"That doesn't mean we are at a disadvantage."

"Bullshit, you are just sitting in a well and looking at the sky. There are only a few people like you who can drive and dare to give you a few guns. Aren't they braver than you? Aren't they better than you?"

The deputy team leader reminded him smugly.

"Alright, alright, the Japs are not that easy to defeat. We have suffered losses before."

"The captain is right. They were able to snatch supplies from the Japanese, which means they are stronger than us. We need to face up to our own shortcomings."

The team's deputy commander was heartbroken and worried about the future of the team. He had experienced how tough the Japanese were. Forty or fifty people could not defeat seven or eight of them. The key was that the Japanese had accurate gun skills and their small cannons were very accurate. They had no choice but to accept the defeat.

"Captain, there is another box ahead."

"Oh."

More than 30 people were divided into three teams and attacked directly from three directions.

"It seems that they don't trust us. If we were ordinary bandits, we would have been defeated."

The two locations were more than 100 meters apart, and the scouts sent out discovered the problem.

There are 97 Type 30 grenades in the box.

"Well, someone has dropped their gun first, waiting for us to fall into the trap. Arrange someone to move forward and see if there are any traces?"

"What are these little devils' weapons? Cantaloupe bombs."

The deputy team leader picked up one and played with it.

"I admire you, it's amazing!"

The captain bowed in the direction the vehicle was leaving.

Zhang Aiguo and his group took turns driving. If they didn't know how to drive, they would learn slowly as long as they didn't fall into the ditch.

When encountering a roadblock, Zhang Aiguo casually threw guns and ammunition in the truck bed to strengthen the anti-Japanese forces. The guns given to the Japanese were to make them speechless.

The great man once said that the success of the revolution depends on the broad masses of the people!

The dust was still flying behind the car, and the futile struggle of something a little further away proved that it was following.

In the end, dust returns to dust, ashes return to ashes!

There are no more wheelbarrows in the countryside! No more shoulder poles! No more making shoes or clothes!

The stone mill is covered with moss and has been abandoned for a long time, leaving only desolate traces!