I want to be a good person

"You are so brave"

"click"

The pistol was empty and I don't know when it ran out of bullets.

"bang bang"

The sound of fists and feet colliding could be heard.

The opponent kicked Zhang Aiguo on his bent left arm with a high whip kick, and then he gritted his teeth and screamed in pain.

Unable to stand any longer, he fell to the deck.

Blood gushed out from a triangular hole, bringing with it a numbing sensation. The legs quickly lost perception and the blood spread upwards.

The three-edged spike on the right hand was coated with poison.

The other man was kicked hard.

Zhang Aiguo was like a plane taking off from an aircraft carrier. He glided for a long time, and even through his suit, his belly could still feel the hot friction.

Hey, since the gun strangely has no bullets, where is the gun I just used?

Shocked and confused, Zhang Aiguo stood up and rushed towards the other party. He was furious and embarrassed, and he enjoyed the airplane take-off posture for the first time.

A left jab rushed towards the opponent's eyebrows, and the opponent stretched out his hand to push away the tentative hand.

The step was followed by a half right hook, and with the triangular spear held in reverse in his hand, he stabbed it into the abdomen.

"唔"

The loud shout, delivered with full breath, was particularly resounding in the darkness.

"Pfft"

It was pierced, it was see-through, and blood was flowing.

The master was killed with a kitchen knife, and he caught the blade with his bare hands, taking his soul away one after another.

While he was still alive, Zhang Aiguo searched his body for valuables and magazines.

"Brother, I won't kill you. I'll give you a ride. You can swim back home. Cherish this opportunity."

Looking at the two people's resentful eyes, he smiled.

"You're welcome, it's all what I should do."

"thump"

"thump"

There may be no splashes in the diving because it is dark and you cannot see it, but otherwise you will be given a score for the height.

A flower-mouth pistol, two 9mm Parabellum magazines, not a penny was found on him, and only an ordinary pocket watch.

No one is good for a thousand days, and no one is good for a hundred days.

The powerful Chen Shuang did not have a very good ending. Who would have thought that those who died early died early, and those who raised chickens continued to raise chickens.

Even though there were fewer people, the boat still sailed as usual and no one paid any attention.

Zhang Aiguo took the ticket and entered the third-class passenger cabin at the stern of the ship. He rummaged through a small wooden suitcase and found a few clothes, three silver dollars, and a dozen Macau patacas issued by the Portuguese Banco Nacional Ultramarino.

A red sun jumped out of the sea level, and the blue sea was quiet everywhere.

Zhang Aiguo felt the morning breeze and the sun rose in the east. Taking in this scene, he couldn't help but want to recite a poem.

After much thought, there is only one sentence that best reflects it.

"The sea is all water. Fresh water flows into salt water, but it's still very salty."

"Good morning, boss."

"morning."

Gao Deli, who had no idea what happened last night, was more respectful than ever.

"Let's go have breakfast."

There were quite a few people in the second-class dining room on the ship, eating porridge, steamed buns, and raw pickled vegetables.

"And meat buns?"

When I got closer, I saw that the supply was limited and you had to get one with a ticket, two per person.

High, really high.

Indeed, any means or practices can be traced back to their source.

Human wisdom is infinite in all aspects.

Day after day, the dull life at sea was passed. The Japanese warships flying the rising sun flag were patrolling and blocking the sea lanes. There was not a single ship with a red flag and a blue sky.

In fact, during the Beijing government era of the Republic of China, the five-color national flag was the bow flag of the ship, and the blue sky, white sun and red flag was the stern flag of the navy ship.

The naval flag served as the national flag, which originated from the dragon flag of the Qing Dynasty, is the second example.

"Boss, we're almost there."

Three small gunboats surrounded the ship and demanded to board and inspect it.

Under the threat of machine gun fire, the Japanese soldiers climbed up the gangway.

The Chinese people on the boat looked numb, as if they had become accustomed to it.

They were forcibly inspected, and at a time when the entire navy was annihilated and collectively sacrificed in the war of resistance, no one could do anything.

I could only endure the document checking and luggage searching in silence.

Looking at the Japanese's Showa 12-style Marine Combat Uniform, it is the Shanghai Special Marine Corps, with three buttons, a suit collar, and a green combat cap with an anchor logo inlaid in the middle.

The Japanese must have color difference, they call the yellow and green colors of shit brown-blue.

After the search was finally completed, the passenger ship docked.

The Japanese soldiers on the shore were leading wolfhounds and working in cahoots with each other.

A green Type 93 armored vehicle was parked at the entrance of the dock as a deterrent.

A Type 97 sidecar with a crooked-handled gun mounted on the boat-shaped bucket.

It was clearly the end of the raging autumn heat, and one would sweat if one did not move. However, people passing by were silent as a cicada, not daring to make a sound for fear of angering the Japanese.

Fighting violence with violence and suppressing with cruel and bloody means is easy in a feudal society where the national spirit has not awakened. After all, there is no China after Yashan, and the northern Confucius has been surrendering to the world.

The Japanese wanted to copy the practices and strategies of the Qing Dynasty. The bloody memories such as the Ten Days of Yangzhou and the Three Massacres of Jiading are deeply imprinted in the long river of Chinese history.

As we all know, the fall of the Qing Dynasty was triggered by the Wuchang Uprising, but the trigger was the collapse of the Shanghai rubber stock market, which led to the forced levy of taxes and stimulated the railway protection movement in Sichuan.

Among the numerous non-governmental organizations, some were given status and occupied the high ground in public opinion, while others were simply overlooked and their role was not mentioned.

Why not use the railway protection movement as a yardstick? If you don’t have good organizational connections and are not involved, then if they say you are capable, then you are capable. If they say you are not capable, then you are not capable even if you can!

There is only one absolute condition for making a choice, which is to choose what is beneficial to you, and never choose the most correct and suitable one.

Only by living can you have the right to talk about everything, whether it is human or other common pursuits.

In a trance, Zhang Aiguo suddenly realized.

No wonder, no wonder.

Once the source of the problem has been found, no matter how much noise you make, it will be useless. It is better to keep your mouth shut and wait and see.

The time has not yet come for the Nationalist government to end its fate, and the war of resistance still needs a leader.

"Boss, the Japanese are rampant, shall we fight them?"

Looking back with resentment, Gao Deli felt uncomfortable.

"We'll discuss this later when we get back."

The safety of the small team is the most important thing. Has the man in Haojiang been dealt with?

Haohuang.

"Madam, the gentleman sent a telegram, asking Brother Chang to teach us martial arts."

"Him? Is he good at Kung Fu?"

“New blood has new ideas.”

Chang Youcai was terrified. He knew his own kung fu foundation best and knew what level he was at. He was at the bottom of the pile.

Anxiety was oozing out of his face.

"His skills are average, and his marksmanship is just OK. The master appointed him because he is smart and quick-witted. I haven't heard that he has any other skills."

Wang Jinxiu was a little confused, because the people Zhang Aiguo chose were all tested.

Liu Qinghe and Wei Shaojie stood respectfully with their hands clasped behind their backs, staring at Chang Youcai out of the corner of their eyes.

Sweat came out little by little.

How to do?

Chang Youcai was extremely panic-stricken, feeling weak and trembling.

Guns are not normally distributed in the manor. The armory is managed uniformly and the management regulations formulated by Zhang Aiguo are strictly enforced.

Learned from the PLA's approach, made slight modifications, and turned it into a civilian version.

If the manor guarded by heavy firepower is really breached, it will be close to destruction.

"Butler Chang, please."

After getting in the car, I was sandwiched between two people, one on the left and one on the right. I wanted to jump out of the car, but the door wouldn't open.

The car was speeding on the road, and at a remote little pier, a small steamer was swaying slowly with the waves.

"Let's go."

"This is?"

"When the time comes, there is still luck. What did you do?"

Liu Qinghe's face was serious. How could a betrayer have a good ending?

Chang Youcai's face turned pale in an instant.

"The higher-ups have no ill intentions, they just want to recruit you."

"Learning from Song Jiang will lead to a miserable end, and the brothers don't want that."

The boat rumbled along for a long time and then dropped anchor.

"Go ahead. The master said, let's just cut three times and make six holes. It's better to bury our friendship in the sea than in the soil. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Water connects the world, and families can be reunited."

Chang Youcai made up his mind and jumped down with a plop.

Looking at the swimmers bravely fighting the waves, the people on the boat felt sad.

Slowly the sea became calm.