I want to be a good person

After hearing the gunfire stop, seven or eight refugees tried to come over to pick up some melon leaves, but they didn't expect the Japanese to come again.

In panic, the sound of crushing rubble attracted the attention of the Japanese.

The Japanese lieutenant fired the first shot, and then the bullets from the Type 99 light machine gun rained down on the refugees.

"Damn Chinese."

"Report to the Military Police Headquarters and the Special High Section and request tactical guidance."

It was not uncommon for the Japanese to be ambushed, shops to be smashed, and so-called overseas Chinese to be beaten with clubs, but I had never seen such brutal methods.

The lieutenant walked up to the body and shot it in the head again, filled with anger.

Where is your kindness and righteousness?

Where are your manners?

Where is your great country style?

The logic of a robber is that he cannot accept the same cruelty happening to himself and usually regards it as a provocation.

Zhang Aiguo, who was hated by the Japanese devils, was sitting in a rickshaw and returning to the concession with joy.

There were 17 Type 4 rifles with bayonets, turtle boxes, three Type pistols, and a Type non-commissioned officer's sword with a copper handle.

A Type 89 grenade launcher and several grenade grenades and bullets.

There were also two box pistols, two Smith & Wesson .38 military and police revolvers, two Gun Brand pistols, and a number of French franc military notes.

The most exciting thing I seized was a Minolta SIX camera, which added another camera to the space. It was made of bakelite and had a telescopic rigid body, and was sold for 50 yen.

Although the price is cheap, it is not something that ordinary Japanese can buy. It is under strict control and the Japanese have no freedom of the press.

Should we take some photos of the Japanese brutality as evidence for the future?

After careful thinking, I still rejected the naive idea.

In fact, this information from the previous life is enough, but it didn’t play much of a role because my fist was not strong enough!

The effect is like a bullet after firing a gun.

Let the bullets fly for a while?

In the end, the bullet will fall silently, you don’t know, he doesn’t know, and the people don’t know.

Everything has returned to calm, as if nothing had happened. You are fine, he is fine, and the leader is fine.

The Spring and Autumn style of writing is coupled with abstract summary, specious, empty-headed, avoiding the important and focusing on the trivial, and the use of related and relevant is extremely skillful!

Regarding filming the atrocities committed by the Japanese invaders, after repeated consideration, Zhang Aiguo felt that he needed to do more research.

There is a Japanese checkpoint at the intersection. After passing it, walk 20 meters forward and pass the inspection of the foreign devils before you can enter the iron gate of the concession.

"You stop."

A Japanese military police shouted at Zhang Aiguo. Although he was small in stature, he was extremely domineering. The military policeman wore round glasses and pointed at Zhang Aiguo. He had a white armband, white gloves, and a black hexagonal rising sun badge on his collar.

Its equipment is relatively simple, a turtle box and a Type 95 non-commissioned officer's sword. It has great power and can defeat officials three levels higher than it.

With a wave of his hand, two groups of soldiers came up with spears and dragged Zhang Aiguo out of the crowd violently.

"Taijun, Taijun, good people, good people work."

According to the ranking of combat effectiveness, field troops, public security forces, and guard forces, although the Japanese military police have great power, their combat effectiveness is not strong and their number is not large.

There may be only a few gendarmes at an important intersection, not even a detachment.

Zhang Aiguo was rudely pulled out of the crowd and stood in front of the Japanese. He stretched out his hand to smooth the wrinkles on his suit, straightened his hat, and looked down at them.

It is estimated that the Japanese wanted to extort money and randomly selected target personnel.

The Japanese military police watched coldly and nodded slightly.

"take away."

A Toyota GB truck was full of Chinese people, both men and women. After Zhang Aiguo was pushed in, the truck started to leave, probably heading to the gendarmerie.

There was a Type 97 three-wheeled motorcycle escorting him in front and behind, with a Type light machine gun mounted on the sidecar.

Speaking of cars, like Toyota, Nissan and Isuzu, in the dark and humiliating years, countless tire tracks rolled over the land of China, passed through China's towns and villages, and became tools and accomplices of evil. After the war, like the little Japan, the whole country downplayed and concealed that period of history.

Did Japan lose World War II?

In a sense, it was not defeated in the war; surrender was only a last resort. It paid the price of a small number of livestock lives, and there was no complete settlement. However, the gains from the war were enormous, and the huge wealth plundered fed Japan.

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. The Americans snatched away the gains of Germany and Japan, and even the Reds were plundering the Northeast to make up for their losses.

The most humiliating so-called great power in modern times is soft on the outside and hard on the inside. If the situation were to be reversed one day, it would be a real blessing for the nation.

The trucks were running quite fast on the road. When they passed the gathering areas, the Chinese people on the roadside knelt down and saluted the convoy.

"Clap"

Gunshots were heard from a motorcycle, and two people kneeling on the roadside were hit. Their relatives did not move, and waited for the convoy to pass, then they could hear their wailing and sobbing.

There was also the laughter of the Japs in the wind, and they were showing off their marksmanship in Japanese.

Shooting fellow countrymen at will and using them as targets for practice, this is the tragic fate of the slaves of a conquered nation!

You don't resist? It doesn't mean the devil accepts you as a submissive citizen!

The people in the truck had numb faces. They had no hope for their future and were indifferent to the crying. They thought it had nothing to do with them and kept aloof.

Thinking of this, Zhang Aiguo wavered in his idea of ​​going to the gendarmerie and waiting for an opportunity to start a riot. What could a group of numb people, without training, do with guns?

They are just a group of innocent victims.

Zhang Aiguo stroked his beard. The wind speed can tell the speed of the vehicle.

Hesitation would only lead to missed opportunities. He took out the turtle box, and the eyes of the people around him moved, and numbness turned into fear.

"Stop him, he will kill us all."

"It will implicate us."

"Hold him."

My heart at this moment is as cold as the weather in the coldest days of winter, and it feels like I have fallen into an icy cave.

Their blood boiled over, but they were treating the man who tried to save them.

Some even banged on the driver's window and shouted, "Taijun, Taijun, he has a gun, there are anti-Japanese elements in the car."

My nose felt sore, my heart was bitter, and tears flowed into my heart.

"Snapped"

Faced with the surging crowd, Zhang Aiguo could only fire his first shot into the sky.

The effect was very good. Everyone squatted down with their heads in their hands, standing out from the crowd.

Don’t they know that the Japanese won’t take the time to differentiate between people and will just kill them all to shock and intimidate them?

They should know that they are just hoping for the best, hoping that the longer they can live, the better. Maybe the so-called Lady Taijun will spare them.

Maybe I'm the lucky one.

Hearing the gunshots, the Japanese reacted nervously and slammed on the brakes, stopping the car immediately, but it was a little too late.

The second shot was fired at the motorcyclist behind him, and the out-of-control motorcycle rushed towards the braked truck.

There was a loud bang, and the man and the car crashed into the rear end of the car.

Looking back, taking advantage of inertia, Zhang Aiguo threw a Type 97 grenade, which hit the space in advance.

It landed right in the sidecar, and before it exploded, the Turtle Box fired four shots at the cab.

"boom"