I want to be a good person

The white parachute cloth soon could not hold back the wind, and amid shouts of joy, the free fall began!

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Zhang Aiguo flew away.

On the ground position, a regimental commander was holding a telescope and watching the battle in the sky. He relaxed his guard against the Japanese fighter planes.

"This is fucking weird. Why are the Japs fighting among themselves?"

"Old Gu, look, this seems to be the Japanese Type 95 fighter plane, with two wings. He shot down a transport plane."

"Really? Let me take a look."

"Hey, needless to say, it's really cruel. The parachute of the Japanese soldier who was parachuting was smashed to pieces. When it falls to the ground, it will be a puddle of mud, just like a big watermelon, smashed into pieces."

"Hey, do you think this pilot is one of ours?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. They are seriously injured and will drag their burrowers into the water with the grenades."

"The messenger."

"arrive."

"Order the captain of the first company to lead the first company to search for the remains of the Japanese. This plane was shot down by our machine guns. Go and bring back the evidence."

"Yes."

The messenger trotted away.

"Commander, this is not our fight."

"Why not? Order the machine gun company to fire into the air. Hit him ten times. No, shoot him a whole round."

"Yes."

"Old Gu, you can write a telegram to ask for credit now. On December 12, our troops set up an ambush on a high ground and damaged an enemy fighter and destroyed a transport plane. The enemy fled in panic. We are currently following orders and will be able to capture the stronghold soon."

"Okay, I see."

Could it be that there are other people who reported the same plane twice or even more and need to share the credit?

Don’t care, whoever sees it will get a share.

When it comes to grabbing credit, each person has his own reasons.

An hour later, the company commander came back with his men.

On the requisitioned mule-drawn carts were placed wings with insignia on them.

"Commander, I have completed the collection of the aircraft wreckage. Please give me your instructions."

"Why so little?"

"The commanders were all snatched away by the nearby villagers. When I arrived at the place, these were the only ones left."

It is a Chinese custom to pick up foreign objects. A piece of iron sheet is very useful. It can be sold for money or made into a steel knife. If it falls on the ground, no one will own it, and the rush to pick it up will be very fast.

"Go, bring more people and weapons. Why should I let them take the plane I shot down?"

"Yes."

"Wait, don't just be tough, you need to persuade them, let them know the importance of truth. If that doesn't work, charge them with colluding with the Japanese invaders... I don't believe that we can't cure them."

The Chief of Staff gave some instructions.

"Yes."

Captain Yi led fifty or sixty men, ready for battle as if they were going to a war.

The main focus is on voluntary and proactive behavior.

"Boss, those are seeds. If you take them, how can I grow crops? Give me a way to survive."

An old man hugged a leg tightly, which was the seed for next year.

"Boss, please have mercy on us and leave some for us."

The old lady knelt down and kowtowed.

"Go, motherfucker."

They pushed and kicked, punched the nursing home and kicked the kindergarten.

Young men were either drafted into the army or conscripted by the Japanese. How could the remaining old, weak, women and widows resist such ferocious soldiers?

Dozens of soldiers rushed into the village, claiming that military supplies had been stolen. The village chief stepped forward to ask what they were and was knocked to the ground by a rifle butt.

When they saw the wreckage of the plane that was searched out, everyone came forward and begged, saying they were willing to hand it over. But who knew that the people who came were just like the Japanese devils.

The livestock were taken away, the chickens and ducks were caught and harnessed to the cart. The people were very professional in dealing with their own people, and all the hidden money and grain were found out one by one.

So the scene at the beginning appeared, the soldiers were full of pride, like a strong wind sweeping away fallen leaves, ruthless but efficient.

The person who understands you best is not your enemy, but someone who has the same background as you.

It's not that they have a vicious heart, perhaps it's the competitive consciousness in their nature. Thinning out the crops in the field is not good because too many seeds are being fought for the right to survive and the right to mate.

Weeds never compete with towering trees for sunlight and water, because tall trees will fall, die, have their roots rot, or be struck by lightning.

Wild fire, in spring!

Air supremacy is the decisive force in modern warfare. Sea power is a luxury in today's China, and all military ships have been used up.

Zhang Aiguo was unfamiliar with the performance of the enemy's aircraft, had no thorough understanding of it, and had no air combat skills. Now that he had only flown a few takeoffs and landings, he could only fish in troubled waters.

Bravery does not mean recklessness, and passion alone cannot solve the problem.

When adding aviation gasoline, Zhang Aiguo deliberately wrapped his hair with cloth to prevent it from falling into the fuel tank.

The air force of New China once suffered a fatal accident because a hair fell into the fuel tank and circulated into the fuel cylinder, jamming the automatic adjustment ring. The engine stopped at high altitude, resulting in the destruction of the plane and the death of many people.

The sky defenders are worthy of admiration, as are all the heroic defenders.

Zhang Aiguo was flying too high and sitting higher than the officials, so he naturally couldn't see the tragedy happening on the ground.

A man-made disaster caused by stealing credit has a bit of the absurd humor of "Someone in the hall is suing me".

If only the masters are allowed to rob and the common people get involved, then they are unruly people!

In a feast, not to mention being served on the table, even leftovers are not worthy of being included. Even the bit of soup that seeps into the ground will be fought over and people will be beaten to death.

The underground army is attacking fiercely.

Zhang Aiguo lowered the nose of the plane and dived deep. The friction sound of the air being torn apart at high speed sounded like the horn of death.

Those standing are the Japanese devils, and those retreating and crawling on the ground are the National Army.

The Japanese soldier raised his hands high and frantically did chest expansion exercises backwards.

Healthy and full of joy, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

The Japanese soldiers stood up one after another, ready to attack.

Zhang Aiguo pressed the red shooting button, da da da.

The high-speed bullets kicked up dust on the ground, just like an iron rake plowing the ground, and the floor washing officially began.

The dust formed a road of death, and flowers of happiness bloomed on the bodies of the Japanese soldiers on the road. Some had broken legs, some had arms flying off, and some had heads like chopped tomatoes.

The National Army was stunned. Had the Japanese gone mad?

Why do people fight against each other?

There were still quite a few rebellious Japanese air force members, such as the pilot who blew up their own supply vehicles at Nomonhan, who indirectly helped.

Three feet above the ground, human life is at stake!

The excitement and thrill of soaring in the sky made Zhang Aiguo's face flushed.

The blood on the ground made my eyes red.

For the same aircraft, the skills of the Kuomintang pilots who were added later were much worse than those of the Red Hairs. Opportunities are rare, and skills are acquired through practice.

It was a test ground, and Zhang Aiguo used it as a practice exercise, rising, circling, and diving. The only thing he didn't dare to do was rolling.

Wang Hai once said that only when a person is selfless can he be fearless, and only when he is fearless can he be brave and not afraid of death. Everything else, no matter how much you say, is just bullshit.

Zhang Aiguo felt excited and happy at this moment. For the country and the nation, no one would be reluctant to contribute to the best of his ability!

The whistling wind blew the facial muscles out of shape.

The Type 95 fighter planes are still roaring, and bullets are like free. This war is fought with tough tactics and with plenty of money.

There were no bullets, so the Japanese made them specially.