I want to be a good person

"Then you can rest assured about your humble position."

I could imagine the other person's expression through the phone, his great sadness.

"Yoshi."

Putting away the phone and wires, Zhang Aiguo rushed upstairs and soon reached the third floor. He still used the old method, using a piece of wood to prop up his helmet and push open the baffle.

"Onboard!"

The shield was lifted, revealing a steel helmet.

A bayonet, shining coldly, pierced into the wooden stick like lightning.

The Japanese assassination techniques were steady, accurate and ruthless.

The bastard box started screaming, calling for Amaterasu to collect the goods.

Quickly pick up the usable firearms and supplies. The bayonet spring of the rifle tied with the plaster flag was welded and could not be removed, so it was put into the space.

This type of soldiers with plaster flags tied to their bodies are the real elite of the Japanese Army. With the strategic failure, the number of soldiers with flags tied to their bodies is decreasing, and their characteristics are obvious, making them too easy to target. The National Army will concentrate its attack on them as soon as possible.

When Zhang Aiguo opened the cell set up by the Japanese, the scene he saw made him bloodshot.

The two elderly people were starved by the Japanese and were not given any food or water. They were old and had weak stomachs, and were already dying.

"Uncle, it's me, Zhenbang."

A military water bottle was taken out and some water was fed by hand.

After feeding them one by one and waiting for a while, the two slowly opened their eyes and saw a shit-yellow military uniform. The old lady screamed and fainted.

Unable to wait any longer, Zhang Aiguo picked up the old lady and put her in the back seat of the car. He turned back for the second time and picked up Old Li and put him in the passenger seat.

After collecting useful supplies in the stronghold, the car carefully drove across the suspension bridge and the mines in the trench were uncovered.

After the car drove a short distance, Zhang Aiguo used a pickaxe to dig holes and buried all the mines in the places where they must pass.

The routine signature dishes are indispensable, and the bullet holes on the bodies can be covered up by using explosions.

As the car bumped, Old Li woke up first. Zhang Aiguo turned his head and said to the old man, "Uncle, I'm late."

Old Li stared at the profile, then turned back to look at his still unconscious wife, tears flowing silently.

The sadness infected Zhang Aiguo, and he became a little out of control and his nose felt dry.

The grief and anger that are suppressed to the extreme make people feel blocked in their hearts and unable to cry out loud.

Tears soaked my clothes.

People with clear minds cannot be persuaded. It all depends on whether they can get out of it by themselves. Zhang Aiguo thinks there must be other things. If they are disheartened, it will be a big trouble.

"Uncle, revenge has been taken. All the devils have been killed."

Zhang Aiguo said only one sentence and then concentrated on driving. He drove slowly, firstly because the road was bad and secondly because he was afraid that the old lady would fall.

Old Li wiped the tears from his face with the towel handed to him, then closed his eyes and lay motionless.

"Shall we go home first?"

Old Li nodded but didn't reply.

Is it safe to go home?

The current dilemma is that the old man cannot travel long distances and must rest for a few days.

"Village head, a small car, a car for daily life."

"Why are you so panicking? Speak slowly."

"Village head, the cart with the plaster flag is heading towards our village."

A villager said this in a panic, turned around and ran away, saying that his woman had to be hidden in the cellar.

"Xie Xing, I didn't receive any notification."

"Come on, let's go take a look."

Taking two gunners with him, he swaggered towards the village entrance.

In the distance, a yellow earth dragon rose into the sky, and a black car was getting closer and closer.

"I'm coming."

"Nonsense, sir, I saw it."

The car gradually became bigger in his eyes, and Village Chief Li's waist bent inch by inch.

Old Li took two sips of water from the kettle, then looked at the other person bending over almost 70 degrees, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Same ancestor, same rice, hundreds of different people.

As the car passed by, the dust made the village chief's face dirty, and the wind blew into his smiling mouth.

"master."

"Bah bah bah."

After watching the car drive away, he spat out the dust vigorously.

The lessons learned are bloody.

The head of the village next door was stabbed to death with a bayonet and paraded through the streets because the Japanese considered it an insult because he spit.

Village chief Li feels that his life is so difficult. He has to provide food and drink for everyone who comes. If the food is not good enough, it is not enough. They have to pay grain and money. They say that he is just making friends, but it hurts his heart again and again.

Life is so difficult!

"Walk."

His demeanor changed, and in front of the servants and villagers, he stood straight with his head slightly tilted back, determined to make up for what he had lost.

"Go check the situation and come back to report."

"Yes"

One of the gunners ran away.

Alas, I need to hire another person.

In a depressed mood, I remembered that by having one less gunner, I could save a few dollars this month, but my salary has not been paid yet.

I feel a little better now, because what I save is what I complain about.

"master."

The gunner ran back in panic, covered in sweat and his face a little pale.

"Why are you panicking? Speak slowly."

Village chief Li was even more nervous. He was not afraid that it was fake. His voice was trembling and his legs were shaking a little.

The walking stick he was leaning on was like the buttons of a radio transmitter, pressing one key after another.

"I went to Doctor Li's house."

"How many people, how many does Taijun have?"

"I only saw a lady, who was quite tall and strong. She was very kind to the old man and the old woman and even supported them. Both of them were sent back."

"hiss."

broken.

I didn't mean to harm anyone, but I exaggerated it a little, otherwise the Japanese wouldn't have known it so clearly.

Money moves people's hearts.

Will he settle accounts and cause trouble?

It shouldn’t be possible. I heard that his two sons who were officials had died. Otherwise, how could he have the courage?

Village Chief Li was thinking about his own approach and countermeasures, what if?

What if something happens?

The pace slowed, and the gunner noticed the expression.

The scorching sun made the earth look like a steamer, and the cicadas on the roadside sang lonely songs.

"bang"

The village chief kicked the tree and shook it, but it only made the cicadas pause for a moment.

No one can stop the final sad song, the swan song of life.

He plucked up his courage and went to the door with two gunners.

If you don't come to visit when the lady comes, you are definitely seeking death.

"Taijun"

Zhang Aiguo was cooking millet porridge for the old man and had already prepared to visit him.

Village chief Li was sighing, the sun is rising from the west again today, are the Japanese devils cooking for the Chinese people?

One cut on the butt opened the eyes.

"Come and watch the fire."

"Hey."

"No."

"It's nothing."

I heard the familiar local accent and when I saw the face, I felt dazed for a few seconds.

Damn you, Li Shangyun, why didn’t you tell me earlier that you had a relationship? If you had told me earlier, I would have protected you. Why bother yourself with troubles?

He cursed a few words slowly, then walked forward with a shameless face, trying to find something to say.

"You speak Mandarin very well, Madam."

Damn, how can it be bad?

Mandarin is about to assimilate dialects, and my own Mandarin should be at least level 4.

"Go, bring more fine grains over. I'll drive them to Shijiazhuang tomorrow morning."

"Oh, that's not close. I have to prepare some money for you so that you don't suffer on the way."

As for Li Shangyun, he is not as important as the Queen Mother.

Zhang Aiguo originally wanted to use the village chief's family to make compost, but Old Li disagreed, thinking of their ancestors.

Ugh!

A gentleman is magnanimous, and a villain is always sad!

The iron fist left to the people will be more effective.

Looking up at the sky, the firewood in the stove is bright red, not yet dark red, the sun is at noon!