I want to be a good person

"who are you?"

"Where are the documents?"

The Japanese fear power but not virtue, and even if they cannot figure out their true colors, they will still abide by the rules and appear polite.

The Japanese soldier even saluted deliberately. It would have been fine if he had the confidence. Otherwise, his end would have been extremely tragic.

The anger in his tone was inevitable, and people secretly worried for Zhang Aiguo.

As the Japanese soldiers stepped over in their heavy leather boots, the backs of their heads disappeared in unison, as if they had been rehearsing for a long time.

Everyone hopes that others will come forward so that they can reap the fruits of their labor.

The man who was held at gunpoint was freed, and the woman escaped from the clutches and cried while hugging the man. The man did not react at all, as he might have taken out his anger on the woman in full view of everyone.

Zhang Aiguo caught a glimpse of this scene and felt helpless. The Japanese were rubbing the man's face on the ground, and it depended on how he faced it.

"British? No wonder you dared to speak up."

Different names, different certificates. Zhang Aiguo kept the first one. The identity document proved that he was a native Chinese. The second time, it was still Ma Xiaoshu.

"Why, changing your nationality won't change your skin color."

"You just need to make a living wherever you are. I've been to Japan, a polite country with beautiful cherry blossoms!"

If you are single, why bother to flatter others?

My blood is boiling and I have already rushed out to be a lone hero.

Now there are brothers, women, and innocent people. Saving people is the ultimate goal.

"Your Excellency's actions are very bold and courageous. I admire them deeply. I'm sorry."

The expected rebellion did not come. The Japanese military police raised him high and then put him down gently. It was definitely not a change of character.

Then he bowed deeply, turned around and led the Japanese out of the carriage.

"Clap clap clap"

The people applauded enthusiastically. Zhang Aiguo felt a pang in his heart. He was in big trouble. The Japs would not give up. The applause was just adding fuel to the fire. He had nothing to say in front of the people. Don't they understand?

Not necessarily?

Zhang Aiguo got up and went to the carriage to smoke a cigarette while thinking about what to do.

After a while, Gao Deli stood up, leaned over to borrow a light, and waited for instructions.

"I'll get off first, and you guys go to Shanghai as planned."

"Don't talk. The ID and banknote address are in your pocket. Wait for me when you get there. Join the Four Beauties."

Zhang Aiguo looked around and spoke in a low voice.

The two men separated, and two more smokers came over.

Even if you make a mistake, you must never regret it. Instead, you should think about reducing losses and risks and making up for your mistakes.

The train was still running with a clanging sound. The Japanese had finished their inspection and were waiting for the terminal. I don't know what evil they were planning.

A plainclothes traitor secretly watched Zhang Aiguo, afraid that he would run away.

Since we're going to fall out, we might as well do it decisively.

"Snapped"

A slap in the face.

"Go, call your master."

The trains outside the window were running very slowly. The original Blue Steel Express had disappeared. After the Japanese occupation, the construction and speed of the trains were not as good as before.

Zhang Aiguo's turtle box had been thirsty for a long time, the violent factors in his heart were surging, and he was craving blood more and more.

"Are you looking for me?"

When the car was halfway through the journey, the Japanese came out for a stroll again.

"Yes."

"Oh, what do you want me for?"

"I think your mom misses you."

"Oh?"

Zhang Aiguo grinned, a weird smile, at the connection point of the vehicles.

"clap clap"

The two turtle boxes called out the names of the latecomers and asked them to sit in a row and eat fruit.

Zhang Aiguo's sudden attack caught the Japanese off guard. They checked everyone before they got on the car, but found no weapons. Where did the gun come from?

Maybe in the underworld there will be a chance to find the answer. Will the King of Hell give it a chance?

The sound of gunfire made the carriage boil, and the Japanese soldiers escorting the train rushed to the back car like crazy.

In the hot summer, first and second class passengers should stay away from the front of the train to avoid the heat and dust.

The people who were watching the fun prostrated themselves on the ground, holding their heads and trembling all over.

After Zhang Aiguo sorted out the spoils, he found a flower-mouthed pistol with an ugly holster, a large round, smooth cowhide flap, two box pistols, two Type 38 cavalry rifles, a Seiko watch, and some bullets and military notes.

The common people hid under their seats, like quails, hiding very deeply.

The train continued to move and the fireman did not stop adding coal.

Zhang Aiguo was waiting for the Japanese to come forward. As long as he defeated the Japanese, the traitors and puppet police would lose their support and would be like lonely dogs, not even daring to bark.

"Assault, assault."

The fake police were walking in front, the plainclothes officers were in the middle, and the Japanese were behind. This was the same security offensive pattern that had remained unchanged for more than a decade.

"bang bang bang"

The bullets made the wooden boards and iron sheets at the joints rattle. If the volley guns were fired in stages, Zhang Aiguo's firepower would definitely be suppressed and he would not be able to throw grenades indiscriminately.

The Chinese people only had a brief opportunity to work together in that special era, a time of burning passion.

"clap clap"

The Turtle Box fights back and will roll over if hit. It has strong lethality within 50 meters.

There were continuous gunshots, and two puppet policemen fell down. They retreated timidly. The Japanese were very anxious and used us as good meat shields.

"assault!"

The military police waved their pistols anxiously, urging the puppet police and traitors to attack.

People who are frightened are good at bullying ordinary people. Fighting with all their might is not their specialty. If they had such a temper, they would not become lackeys.

Zhang Aiguo listened to the sound and determined the location. He raised his hand and killed another one with two shots.

If I continue to argue, the situation will become disadvantageous to me. Thinking of this, I came up with a plan.

He gathered all his strength and shouted, "Chinese people don't fight Chinese people. One, two, three, all of you, get down."

For an obedient lackey, saving his life is the first priority, and the Japanese only give him a few dollars.

"one two Three!"

Zhang Aiguo flashed out, pulled the trigger with both hands, and the 8mm bullet knocked down the last Japanese soldier.

With a quick charge, the black muzzle of the gun was pointed at the fake police and traitors.

"Are there any more devils?"

"Taijun, no, the Japs are all dead."

A traitor plucked up his courage, his body shaking like a sieve, and answered with a tone that was repeated countless times.

"Take off your clothes and throw the bullets you have on you up there."

Just be obedient, be strong on the outside but weak on the inside, be cruel to your own people but servile to others.

He grabbed the package in his hand and walked away, warning: "Be quiet, bullets don't have eyes, get down, get down on the ground."

There were three or four Japanese devils on a train, with a few puppet police and traitors. It was no problem to control them completely. What was even more terrible was that three or four Japanese devils controlled an entire county.

We had no choice but to attack the train, and some bullets hit someone by mistake, but it doesn't matter. Considering the overall situation, who cares about the common people?

They treat you like a family when they need you, but turn against you when they don't. You are worse than a landlord who is immoral and has no conscience. Even if he does evil, he shows it openly.

The train ahead was about to turn, and in a flash, Zhang Aiguo thought it through. He decided to leave Wang Jinxiu behind, fearing that someone would betray her and he would regret it later.

Never underestimate the desire to tell tales. Everyone talks about others behind their backs, and everyone is not talked about behind their backs!

"Xiu, come with me and jump off the train."

"what!"

"I wanted to go alone, but I saw there were too many of us in the waiting room."

My attempt to show off in order to feel good at that time brought me trouble. People really should not pretend to be cool!