I want to be a good person

"Great poem, really fitting for the occasion!"

The present time and place are just like the previous life and time.

"Sir, are you reluctant to leave?"

Zhang Aiguo's well-intentioned reminder touched the other party's sensitive nerves.

His expression changed again and again, but finally returned to normal.

"Alive."

Those two words sounded extremely heavy.

Yes, alive.

I glanced around and saw many people with gray hair.

Until his death, Xiangzi felt that he did not work hard enough and that was why he did not have the money to buy a rickshaw of his own.

Are you really not working hard?

Poor shirt is single, worrying about charcoal and wishing it will be cold.

"I want it all."

"Three oceans."

"I think you have a lot of character, sir. Times are tough, but we will definitely defeat the devils, and life will get better."

I handed the money over, and the other party was shocked when he took it.

"Too much, we don't need so much."

"I still have a wife and children to support. Take it. Money is nothing more than a thing outside of my body to me. Hang on."

Zhang Aiguo had a stern face and spoke seriously.

"This sheet was given to me."

Grab the four corners, throw the newspaper inside, tie it up and go.

The other party was still confused and didn't react.

Twenty dollars in cash, quite heavy.

"This"

Zhang Aiguo walked away.

The newspapers in the space are neatly stacked one by one. People will never forget what was said and what was boasted. Who is right and who is wrong?

When it comes to one's own interests, people are no longer goldfish in a fish tank for seven seconds.

You can pretend not to know, you can be the emperor wearing new clothes, the people have a scale in their hearts.

Walking down the concession, this is the true portrayal of a capitalist society: "The rich have accumulated gold and jade, while the poor have no place to stand."

The officials of the national government drank wine, sang songs, and touched things under the hot pot table.

Where is the conscience?

It couldn't be contained anymore and jumped out into my mouth.

Fortunately, I haven’t been spit out or despised yet, and there is still a bottom line.

Can they sleep?

People with insomnia will count stars, count sheep, and find various ways to make themselves saliva.

They don't need it. As long as they think about how to weave lies to deceive cows and horses, they will be exhausted and fall asleep peacefully.

Night slowly falls, and what is coming will eventually come.

The racecourse was located in the northern suburbs of Hankou. The Hankou Xishang Jockey Club initially did not allow Chinese people to enter. The British also built an asphalt road about 500 meters long and 20 meters wide outside the racecourse, and did not allow Chinese people to walk or stay there.

Gambling is a necessity that runs in people's bones. The Hankou Chinese Jockey Club on the side is even larger in scale. Although it also makes a lot of money, Zhang Aiguo is still unwilling to waste his money on his fellow countrymen, so it is now closed down.

At this time they are called national capitalists, but what is puzzling is why they are not called entrepreneurs?

After the fall of Japan, Xishang Horse Farm was run by the Japanese and gradually became deserted.

The Japanese soldier on guard was carrying a gun, and a figure climbed over the wall quietly and silently.

Avoiding the patrolling guards, a square-shaped Japanese flashlight lit up in the office.

After searching the entire office, he only found 200 yuan, not even a gold pen.

The Japanese who value money more than their life!

better than nothing.

Zhang Aiguo lay fully clothed on the large leather sofa.

Night flight is like driving at night, a life and death test for novices.

He wrapped the blanket tightly around himself and spat heavily.

The cold was very severe. At daybreak, a huge roar suddenly came from the asphalt road, startling the guards.

Zhang Aiguo, who had finally put together a flight suit, turned on the power and light switches one by one.

I had a simulation yesterday afternoon and today was the practical exercise. My palms were full of sweat and I was extremely nervous.

Air crashes don't happen often, and it's difficult for ordinary people to survive when they do happen, so it's natural to be afraid.

Press the engine start button.

"boom"

The surging power produced a loud roar, and the propeller spun so fast that its shadow could soon no longer be distinguished.

Then release the oil release switch, gently pull the joystick backward, push the throttle valve, the fuselage is eager to try, and the upward tension increases significantly.

Joystick reset.

Turn on various switches step by step and wait for the oil temperature to rise.

Release the brake trigger with your right hand.

Then I gently pushed the throttle, the roar of the engine intensified, and I slowly began to glide, with the speed gradually increasing.

Zhang Aiguo pulled the joystick back, the plane's wings changed direction, and the tension increased.

The nose of the plane nodded, and as the throttle was increased, the roar became louder and louder.

"Boom boom boom"

It's a bit like shifting into gear, accelerating, and releasing the clutch.

Then, the plane nodded, the joystick was pulled back, the nose of the plane instantly pointed upwards, the fixed front wheels left the ground, the rear wheels bounced on the ground, and slowly took off.

"Nani?"

"Go and report!"

Watching the plane slowly rising into the sky, the Japanese sentry quickly made a phone call and was able to confirm that the plane was theirs as its huge paint job was obvious.

But the question is when to come here?

Although the workshops in Wuhan were all equipped with Type 95 fighter planes, I have never heard of any of them taking off or landing at a racecourse.

This is a first-class fighter plane with a wingspan of 7.2 meters and a Kawasaki Ha-850IIb water-cooled engine with a power of up to 9 horsepower. The powerful power output allows the aircraft to fly into the sky like a falcon.

The fighter can climb 1 meters in 1000 minute, with an amazing climb rate, and also has excellent air combat performance.

In the early days of the War of Resistance Against Japan, it dominated the middle and low skies of China.

At an altitude of three thousand meters, the maximum speed can reach 400 kilometers per hour, and the maximum range is 1100 kilometers.

Continue to pull the joystick back, the whistling wind blows towards you, the climbing speed becomes faster and faster, and the angle gradually becomes 45 degrees.

A minute later, the joystick slowly reset, the nose angle decreased, and finally the plane flew level at a low altitude of one thousand meters.

He continued to increase the throttle, aimed at the winding stream line of the Yangtze River, and flew straight towards it.

The roaring sound of the plane attracted the attention of the crowd below. The Japanese were also very depressed. Why didn’t the military police receive the notice?

Leaving the ground and flying is the ultimate dream of mankind. The stimulation brought by the strong push on the back makes Zhang Aiguo secrete adrenaline.

Just one word, cool!

The Japanese's engine is really powerful. We have to admit that they have their own way.

The engine is the heart of industry, and the journey is still long. Now we can't even make a nail, otherwise it wouldn't be called foreign nails, foreign iron, foreign matches, foreign oil, foreign cloth, and even foreign masters.

Adjust the joystick and follow the route of the Yangtze River, increasing the throttle continuously.

Zhang Aiguo did not test the performance of the aircraft. It was a blessing for a rookie to be able to fly.

The flight suit provides warmth, and the helmet and goggles provide protection, but there are no oxygen masks yet. It was not until 29 that the fighter planes began to be equipped with oxygen masks because the altitude of the planes increased and the oxygen became thinner.

Fortunately, I didn’t experience any dizziness or blurred vision, and I felt like a chosen one.

Today's air combat is still concentrated between 2500 meters and meters, which belongs to the second generation of dogfighting mode.

The combat distance is close to the ground, and the speed and horsepower of the fighter plane can easily lead to a crash due to the inability to pull up during a dive.

Without any hesitation, Zhang Aiguo estimated that the plane should be able to fly to the edge of Chongqing.

I hope I don’t encounter any Kuomintang planes. If they are shot down, I will die in obscurity.

"Boom boom boom"

The cockpit of the Type 95 fighter is open and there is no sliding canopy.

The wind in the air dried the sweat.