I want to be a good person

If you are tired from walking, take a break.

The long-lost water hyacinth is filled with cold boiled water.

Ahead, a few wild dogs were howling on the roadside, barking lowly and with red eyes.

The dog barked with fur and blood.

It turned out to be.

A bloodless human bone.

It was pale white in color, and the meat had been eaten cleanly.

sorrow!

The scene is heartbreaking. The traitor’s words and actions are so similar to those of the traitor.

Dogs fighting over a bone will eat their own kind before they even see the meat.

From this we can understand why traitors treat Chinese people more cruelly than the Japanese and are the most hated.

"Fellow villager, how do I get to Kuji Township?"

Someone asked for directions and asked Zhang Aiguo.

"Uh, go that way."

"Ask again, is it far?"

"Not far."

Where is Kuji Township?

Who knows.

Zhang Aiguo decided to jump on a train from the roadside, but bus No. 11 couldn't take him very far and it didn't have the ability to measure the sky.

In the wheat fields by the roadside, the wheat is growing green and lush. It is the right time for filling with grain. The rain in the past two days has filled the earth with the hope of a good harvest.

An empty truck came rumbling over. Since there was no Japanese escort on the empty truck, it was not a target for the anti-Japanese armed forces and had a high safety factor.

The cat got on the truck effortlessly and huddled inside to avoid the cold wind.

The journey was boring. Most of the train drivers and fire operators were Chinese, who had to make a living or were forced by the puppet government.

"woo"

The whistle blew long and Zhang Aiguo woke up from his sleep.

Observing the scenery along the road, it was obvious that we had entered Shandong Province and the train was slowing down.

On one side of the platform there is a large signboard nearly two people tall, with the word "Shacheng" written in red on a white background, and Japanese words engraved in the middle, which feels very awkward.

Shacheng is a small town, bordering the scenic Weishan Lake, where a puppet army corps and a Japanese security squad are stationed.

A Type 91 armored vehicle was resting on the stop line, and several Japanese soldiers were repairing it and moving supplies.

On the cargo line, workers were unloading grass-green wooden boxes one after another. Fully armed Japanese soldiers, holding rifles, stared fiercely at every move.

Uh, the Japanese's turnover warehouse?

Before the train could fully accelerate, Zhang Aiguo jumped off the train.

Walking along the railway tracks towards the station, the single-track Jinpu Road has a busy southern section and a deserted northern section.

The Japanese track patrolmen were hammering and banging along the railway line.

"You, what are you doing?"

He raised the hammer in his hand and threatened.

Hey, why is this person like this?

He quickly bowed and nodded, spoke louder, knelt down immediately, and took out the only paper money he had on him to offer as tribute.

"You are so brave and have a bad conscience."

Getting closer.

He kicked him in the shoulder with a whip kick, causing him to stagger and fall to the ground.

"Damn it, I gave you guys face, but you dare to make a scene with a hammer. I'm afraid you don't know how to write the word death."

Zhang Aiguo was ferocious and started to attack and scold.

"Sir, Sir, spare my life."

Damn, a mouthful of Mandarin with a strong flavor of crumbs.

"Chinese?"

"No, I live a simple life. I was born in Guandong Island and work for the Manchurian Railway."

It would be fine if I didn't say it, but as soon as I said it, my anger rose rapidly.

He must have bullied many ordinary people by taking advantage of his power and is very skilled in his business.

"What goods have arrived at the station today?"

The Japanese strictly searched the Chinese people coming in and out, and saw one of them sticking his head out of the truck.

"I have no idea?"

"I know."

"Take off your shoes and stuff your socks in your mouth."

I was eager to make a move several times, but gave up because I didn't have the confidence.

There is no such thing as a born evil person. People fear power but not virtue.

He had his fingers and ears cut, but he only endured two blows. Tears and snot squeezed out, and he nodded vigorously, with begging in his eyes.

It's not that I'm born hard-hearted. When I treat the Chinese people well, don't the Chinese people beg, plead for mercy, or kneel down?

Two thumbs fell to the ground and blood kept flowing.

Pulling out the socks, Xiao Ri took a deep breath and spoke in a different tone: "It's a batch of military equipment, just shipped from the local area."

"arms?

puff!

The news has been confirmed, why would it be a waste of food if we stayed?

Something wrong.

"It doesn't hurt, just relax and take a deep breath."

Throw the body into the ditch, put on work clothes, swing the hammer, kick and clatter, carelessly.

Strolling into the station.

The English on the back of the bus stop sign is Wade-Giles romanization, a unique phonetic spelling method of a specific historical period that has been abolished in the previous life.

With the changes of history, many place names have gradually disappeared in the long river of time. Their former traces and atmosphere have been deliberately erased, and the historical significance and cultural connotations they carried are no longer seen.

"Kawaei-kun, you're back."

A little girl smiled and reached out to pat him on the shoulder.

"who are you?"

When he saw Zhang Aiguo's face, he was shocked and shouted subconsciously.

"Bang"

The claw hammer hit his head from the side, with such force that a stream of blood spurted out, followed by a mixture of white.

A linesman, armed only with a ruler, a claw hammer and a wrench.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

A sentinel saw the movement from the edge of the platform.

The body fell to the ground with a thud.

"It has heatstroke, come and help it."

The Japanese's military quality will not allow it to leave its post without permission.

Cold-bloodedness and ruthlessness are the characteristics of a war killing machine.

The devils will not lend a helping hand to the weak, but rather admire the strong.

Zhang Aiguo stared at the other party's movements and quickly moved closer.

Seeing Zhang Aiguo approaching quickly, the Japanese soldier had a gloomy face and looked at him fiercely, but did not take him seriously.

"bang"

"You, you~"

The Japanese sentries were at both the light and dark ends. Zhang Aiguo heard the sound of someone at the other end hurriedly pulling the bolt. He looked up and fired the gun in his hand in advance.

"Clap"

He grabbed the enemy's Type 38 rifle and bullet box, twisted to open the patterned safety, and pushed and pulled to load the bullet.

Aim for the station house exit.

The sudden sound of gunfire caused the well-trained Japanese to react immediately.

"Clap clap clap clap"

Several Japanese soldiers covered their chests and fell down in pain.

The Japs on guard were still a little short.

While thinking about it, he took out the magazine and loaded the bullet into the magazine slot.

"Da da da"

Bullets rained down on Zhang Aiguo, suppressing him firmly.

"bump"

There was another familiar sound.

The typical fighting style of the Japanese was to alternately cover the advance, with special shooters sniping high-ranking officers, machine guns suppressing and covering the infantry charge, and grenade launchers clearing the firing points and shooters.

Grab the gun, bend down quickly and move to another place.

With a loud bang, pieces of mud and cement fell on his head and body, and the Type 90 steel helmet made a crisp sound.

"bump"

Come again.

Zhang Aiguo could only dodge awkwardly for the second time.

The Japs' grenades seemed to have eyes and were extremely accurate.

Unable to sit there and wait to die, Zhang Aiguo took out a grenade, knocked it on the ground, and threw two in the general direction.

Before the grenade exploded, Zhang Aiguo moved forward quickly.

The smoke from the explosion dissipated, and there were no Japs left, so was it all in vain?

Whether the station is damaged or not has nothing to do with me.

My own advantages, long-distance throwing, fast, accurate and ruthless!

"Whizzing"

Two grenades were thrown into the window, and Zhang Aiguo ran straight towards the target.

A Japanese soldier usually carries two grenades. The lowest level of education for a Japanese soldier is elementary school and they can count.

Of course it would be misleading.

As the saying goes, success and failure are both due to Xiao He!