I want to be a good person

There were fewer pedestrians on the street, and all members of the Security Army Detective Team were on duty, led by the Japanese.

Obviously, there are still many unwilling people who are forced, assigned tasks, and outsourced to third parties in an endless stream of ways.

When I went out during the day to familiarize myself with the dilapidated city, I suddenly discovered that there was a Japanese observation post on the mountain.

I felt a little scared, but fortunately I ran fast and used the Japanese's standard weapons.

People who have fought on the battlefield are very sensitive to the sound of gunfire and can tell what kind of weapon it is.

The ruins after the bombing remained, and no one was willing to spend money to clean them up. People had lost hope for the future. The 28th year of the Republic of China was the most difficult time of the War of Resistance.

It had only been one year since the humiliation and suffering we had endured, and a few days ago the Maintenance Association raised funds to hold a celebration meeting for the first anniversary of the friendly forces’ entry into the city.

No wonder every household hung plaster flags and fake five-color flags to perform for the Japanese and comfort the wounded soldiers.

Damn, can you be any more shameless?

Have we forgotten the Yanwo Massacre, the Hanwang Massacre, and the Luliang Massacre? Aren’t they our compatriots?

There were too many tragedies to count and the crimes committed to be listed in great detail.

The rubble is still there!

The Japanese were careless, so we're going to plug the loophole today.

Historical records show that the Japanese used biological warfare, which made Zhang Yuanguo feel a little worried.

The Japanese have a strong sense of revenge and are domineering towards people wearing traitor armbands.

The sturdy men walking by the road were killed indiscriminately just by the sound of gunfire, without even looking at the evidence.

Pulling the symbol on his left arm, Zhang Aiguo lowered his head, feeling a little guilty.

The only thing that can make the people hate Japan and take up arms to fight back is a blood feud.

A gust of wind blew by, a southeast wind, bringing with it a hint of warmth, which added a bit to the irritability in my heart.

"Who are you? Why haven't I seen you before?"

A traitor was obviously familiar with the surrounding environment. He became puzzled when he saw Zhang Aiguo wearing an armband. How could he not recognize a die-hard traitor?

They were all friends who drank together and treated each other as brothers. They went together to have a drink and they didn't know each other.

"Big brother, I just arrived the day before yesterday. The locust army asked to come out to assist in the defense, so my relatives asked me to come and contribute to the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere."

"Well, you are loyal."

Many of the Japanese soldiers understood Mandarin, and their expressions improved a lot after hearing it.

"Yoshi, come here."

"Taijun!"

"What can I do for you? I am willing to serve the Locust Army!"

Two people from the traitor detective team of the Maintenance Association took a look and were quite disgusted by Zhang Aiguo's behavior, cursing in their hearts: Bah, you lackey!

A sergeant with a yellow bar and one star, wearing a pair of glasses, was very satisfied with Zhang Aiguo's respect.

"You, go and bring it here."

"who?"

"Flower girl."

Following the direction of the Japanese soldier's finger, a pretty girl, about 12 years old, showed her head.

If this was brought here, it would definitely be ruined. How could one be so careless? Didn’t one hide it all?

I sighed in my heart.

"Boom."

I got kicked in the butt by a traitor from the Maintenance Association.

"What are you dawdling for? Why don't you hurry up and go?"

"Okay, right away, right away."

A checkpoint, two Japanese soldiers, and four or five traitors controlled a long street.

Fortunately, he put on makeup and changed into local clothes. How could a man like him accept such an insult?

"What a stupid little devil!"

"Clap clap clap"

They lowered their heads and bent over, and when they raised their heads, they turned into two turtle boxes, venting their anger. The Japanese soldiers were perverted and mainly targeted the unarmed women and children.

How can people endure it?

Do we need to erect a plaque to commemorate them?

As soon as the gunshots were heard, the streets became chaotic and pedestrians panicked, running away for fear of getting into trouble.

The two Japanese soldiers fell down, and the traitor's legs went limp, and he knelt on the ground, kneeling so naturally.

"Good man, good man, you have parents to support and a wife and children to take care of, please spare your brothers for once."

Zhang Aiguo smelled a strong smell of urine. What was the point of keeping such a person?

With words and deeds as the basis, the upper beam will naturally be crooked and the lower beams will become crooked.

"Let me free you."

Flames came out of the muzzle.

There were no pedestrians on the road anymore. People came and went, leaving behind money, guns and ammunition.

There was a bicycle nearby, he pushed it over, put his legs on it, and drove away quickly.

Pengcheng was the seat of the Huaihai Province of the Wang Puppet Government the next year. The resources looted from Shanxi and Hebei were shipped back to the island from Haizhou.

Zhang Aiguo didn't dare go back to the traitor's yard, and ran to the ruins of Zhongshan Road which he had observed in advance.

The sound of gunfire made the Japs and traitors panic. It is fake to say that they are not afraid of death. Those who are stubborn will die quickly and early.

Hiding under a half-broken gable, a small triangle was built with wood in the middle, and some chili powder was sprinkled at the entrance and exit in advance to prevent the Japanese wolfhounds from searching.

All that was left was to wait for dark. As long as we didn't make a fire to cook, we wouldn't attract the Japanese's attention.

When I had nothing to do, I took out some food to fill my stomach, such as canned food and dried meat from the Japanese. I was thinking whether I should launch a strike against the puppet government tomorrow to embolden the enemy and boost the country's prestige.

If no Chinese people had become traitors and raised money and food, the Japanese would not have been able to fight for that long with their financial resources. It was impossible for the soldiers to fight on an empty stomach. The competition between the army and the navy was so fierce that it was hard to say if there would be internal strife or fighting.

No matter how loud the shouting outside is or how strict the search is, it has nothing to do with Zhang Aiguo.

Unfortunately, the plan tested Zhang Aiguo's physique and patience. With a few thunders and crackling lightning, dark clouds floated over.

The crackling raindrops hit the ground, gathering into splashes of water and ripples one after another.

Rain affects the wolfhound's sense of smell, making it difficult to track. It is also highly likely that no one will think of a second attack. If you think outside the box, you will always find opportunities.

The sky was covered with dark clouds. I looked at my watch and it was a little after 1 p.m.

It was raining heavily, and the triangle was filled with rain water. My feet were soaked in the rain, and it was just as uncomfortable to put on the Japanese rain boots.

Since you are suffering, why should the traitors and the Japanese hide in the house and enjoy themselves? You are so jealous and can't stand seeing the Japanese doing well.

Zhang Aiguo quickly changed into a shit-yellow military uniform, took out a Nissan 80 truck, loaded explosives and shells on the truck, as well as some special bullets, and shook the starter lever hard to start the fire.

The truck accelerated, shifted gears, and released the clutch. It ran on the street and the traitorous security forces dared not stop it or intervene.

The Japanese were too lazy to care about it. How could a peasant like him drive?

They look down on Chinese people from the bottom of their hearts. The ubiquitous sense of national pride is disgusting. The proportion of Japanese drivers is also not high, and the items seized behind enemy lines are basically blown up.

The driver's strong physique also prevented the Japanese from suspecting him.

On Huaihai East Road, there were the Japanese Consulate and the Military Police Headquarters. Occasionally, vehicles could be seen coming in and out, the lights were on, and there were ghostly shadows.

There are barbed wire and wooden barriers at the entrance, and heavily guarded sentries. A Type 92 heavy machine gun is guarding the entrance. The machine gun crew is wearing raincoats and is concentrating. They look really energetic.

Go ahead to dangers!