I want to be a good person

Zhang Aiguo was extremely anxious. If the Japanese moved away, only a few people with firm beliefs would be able to endure the double psychological and physiological torture!

The leader of No. 76 was first red, then blue, and then yellow. He knows everything about him.

The traitor who follows the clues and is familiar with the working style of his own people is more ruthless than others and is always ready to bite.

The vehicles were running very fast, united in their hatred of the enemy.

The bunker in the camera was leaning against the bridge, a circular fortification with two corpses hanging on wooden poles.

"Fuck the damn Japanese."

When one Buddha is born, two Buddhas ascend to heaven.

It is very difficult to find it in broad daylight.

"I'll be in the front to draw fire, you swim across the river and charge in from the back. Don't take anyone alive."

"Boss, we are worried about leaving two people behind."

"I have my own way. Bring the grenades and blow me up hard. You have to fight hand to hand. One more person means more strength."

"In 20 minutes, I will open fire."

"Hurry up."

It's time to bring out the truck gun.

Zhang Aiguo stepped back, started the truck and stopped at the edge of the grove.

Telescope, sight, input data, and set shooting parameters.

He pulled the fuse hard with his right hand.

"Tom!"

In the rising white smoke, a red bullet mark rushed towards the bunker with a long sound.

"boom."

As the shells exploded.

Faintly, one could hear “enemy attack”.

After shouting a few words, his throat became broken and his voice became hoarse.

The Japanese devils and puppet troops in various postures.

The shell is ejected, filled, the breech block is closed, all parameters are adjusted, and another shot is fired.

The current operation is so severe that even McKinsey would cry. Zhang Aiguo is a commander, gunner, second gunner, filler, ammunition handler, observer, and truck driver at the same time, truly fulfilling multiple responsibilities in one position.

After the third shell was fired, Zhang Aiguo packed up the truck and ran forward in a serpentine motion.

"boom"

There was an explosion at the original gun position, and from the movement of the shells, it could be determined that it was the Type 92 infantry gun.

Damn it, he stole my cannon and not only didn’t give it to me, but also made me come and get it myself, and he wasted my cannonballs.

Lying on the ground, with every breath he took, his heart was in pain. The ratio was 5 to 1, and it was difficult to defeat even the baggage troops.

Occasional cases cannot be regarded as the rule. Who are the elite?

It is really impossible to defeat the enemy in the plains, but the idea that as long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood is rampant. In the blink of an eye, everyone chooses to protect themselves.

Well, accumulate strength.

"boom"

The sound of grenade explosions came one after another. Zhang Aiguo picked up the Mauser M1924 that had not been used for a long time, held his breath and looked at the Japanese stronghold, where the machine gun was emitting flames.

The Type 75 mountain artillery has little destructive effect on reinforced concrete and only has a certain deterrent effect.

"Quick, request tactical guidance, a large enemy force is attacking."

The presence of artillery means a large force, and the Japanese thought it was a vanguard.

"boom"

The smoke from the muzzle of the gun makes people feel refreshed.

The shooter who was pulling the trigger hard died.

The assistant shooter had just pushed the body aside, and his dirty hands had not yet touched the gun.

"when"

The bullet made a small hole, and red liquid kept flowing out, and then white liquid came out. He could even wash it white. He's a real genius.

"Accurate shooter!"

The Japanese were in a panic and quickly looked for a hiding place.

"whoosh"

A small bullet passed over the crotch of a Japanese soldier, lightly taking away some of his scraps. With a small investment, he won the battle.

The little Japanese soldier kept rolling on the ground, feeling pain that was beyond words.

The other species in the stronghold felt their crotches tighten, and even the mules pulling goods subconsciously leaned against the wall.

As a neutral person, your thing looks big, but it's useless. Why are you so nervous?

The layout of the machine gun ports in the bunker makes it difficult to hit the machine gunner from the outside.

The bombardment requires large-caliber heavy artillery. There are artillery pieces, but they are too heavy and inconvenient. Zhang Aiguo plans to give them to the captain at one time to indirectly participate in the war of resistance.

Those who are hiding are difficult to fight, but those who are outside are easy to fight.

Xiao Zhang selected his troops and went to war.

The devil is stubborn in head and fierce in body.

Bright red flowers are praised everywhere.

"I have a little red flower, I'll put it on you..."

The sound of gunfire faded, leaving only the rattling of machine guns.

The 79mm bullet hit his arm, crippling it without a word. His howling did not last long. The Japanese soldier felt so happy that he burst into tears, and the flowers on the other shore bloomed brightly.

With Zhang Aiguo's fire suppression, the brothers rushed in quickly.

When smoke comes out of the second-floor bunker, it means victory.

"boss."

"What about people?"

"At this!"

The brother had just been untied from the wooden stake and was lying quietly. His flesh and blood were so blurred that it was impossible to tell them apart. There was not a single piece of healthy flesh on his body, and his ears, limbs, and organs were not intact.

The man was dying, hanging on to his last breath. Zhang Aiguo came in and the change in light caused his pupils to focus, and light came on.

Then he relaxed and collapsed, with his head tilted to one side.

"Grandma! Go chop off the little devil's head, and clean up the battlefield. Retreat quickly."

Zhang Aiguo grabbed a blanket from the side, wrapped it up, carried it on his back and walked away.

A 1.5-ton Isuzu TX40 two-axle truck, which the Japanese called the Type 52 truck. It was equipped with a -horsepower six-cylinder gasoline engine and a four-speed manual transmission, and was started with a crank.

The three bodies were wrapped in Japanese army blankets, and what supplies could be pulled were thrown onto the truck.

"withdraw"

Zhang Aiguo collected the remaining supplies of the Type 92 infantry gun and tried to find the right ones to use, not leaving any for the Japanese.

"Boss, two more brothers were injured."

Tao Youju looked lonely, and the number of casualties was quite high.

"Minor or serious injury?"

"The bullet bit into it and the flesh fell off."

According to the requirements of injury assessment, a minor injury is considered a missing arm or broken leg, a serious injury is one step away from death, and the rest are all considered minor injuries. The difference in consequences lies in the quadrant they are in.

It really has high standards and high requirements, and has been at the world's leading level since the very beginning.

"Retreat first."

"Back to where?"

Yeah, where to go back to?

If I leave it to the common people's homes, I will feel uneasy. The traitors have a keen sense of smell, otherwise I will not live up to the title of lackey.

Besides, it would implicate them, and I couldn't bear to do it.

After much thought, I decided to find a master.

What a great cheap master.

"Return to Baiyun Temple."

When the building was expanded, two secret rooms were left on purpose, in case they could not be preserved for more than ten years...

Away from the stronghold, choosing a burial site became a problem.

The demolition in the previous life, no matter whose former residence it was, the historical city, a big chess game was settled, a dynamic demonstration of the word demolition was given.

When there are mountains, we cut them down; when there are rivers, we fill them up; the world changes dramatically.

Zhang Aiguo looked around the area and thought that perhaps the autumn grain output had increased again.

"This is it."

In a deserted place near a village, a pit was dug and buried. Three Nationalist army helmets were found with their hometowns and names written on the linings with a pen, as well as six silver dollars and a thin stone slab with a few traditional Chinese characters engraved on it.

Is it useful?

I don’t know, maybe because of their anti-Japanese spirit, someone will show mercy and give their remains a small place to rest.

While people’s hearts are still there, we shouldn’t abandon the bodies in the wilderness!

I hope!

I feel inexplicably sad.

How many heroes don’t even have the chance to become numbers, and no one knows they have been here, but their heroic spirits are always protecting the great China!