I want to be a good person

The sudden attack was so sudden and sudden that it was beyond belief. After the plane left, the noisy and chaotic situation became intense and the Japanese started to rise again.

The slaps were loud, and he cried for his parents, feeling sad and upset.

The people present were reminded of the poisoning case and shuddered with fear. The traitors present couldn't help but back off.

It's time to find a way out.

Zhang Aiguo, who had just flown out of Nanjing City, was in trouble.

The fuel gauge on the plane lit up red, and two Japanese monoplanes swooped over fiercely from the side.

There was no friend-or-foe identification system, but unfortunately the Japanese knew my identity.

Attacking from the left and the right, his blood boiled and his heart surged.

Zhang Aiguo was watching the status of the enemy plane through the rearview mirror, and suddenly turned around and lost sight of the enemy plane.

The enemy plane suddenly lost its trace. There was no way to deal with it. The nose of the plane was tilted upward at a large angle, the throttle was pushed quickly, and the engine made a huge roar.

The fighter plane suddenly pulled upwards, the fuselage made a pulling hissing sound, and in the blink of an eye it disappeared into the clouds and rushed into the sky.

The beeping alarm sounded, reminding me that the gasoline was running low and the mercury column in the oil pressure gauge had reached the lowest level.

With a determined heart, Zhang Aiguo estimated the direction and pushed the throttle to the maximum. The roar was deafening.

When someone pulled the ring under the seat, Zhang Aiguo really forgot and felt that he was about to jump out. The plane fell madly downward due to inertia.

The Japanese plane emerged from the clouds, and without paying attention to Zhang Aiguo who was parachuting, the falling plane headed straight for the location of the Reform Government.

If it hits, it will be a huge slap on the Japanese's face, an unforgivable shame.

Zhang Aiguo floated and controlled the parachute to fall out of the city.

The city is full of tricks. Regardless of whether the collision results in a collision or not, the Japanese and traitors must hate the pilot and try their best to catch him.

The current situation is quite difficult. The Japanese trucks, motorcycles, and puppet troops marching in formations are all ghosts, chasing after them.

The opened parachute bag was like a white flower, guiding them in the right direction.

It has never been so dazzling and attracted everyone's attention.

"boom"

Thick smoke and flames rose from the city.

After landing, Zhang Aiguo quickly folded up his parachute. Before he finished changing his clothes, the detective team on bicycles arrived first.

"Go ahead, go ahead, he only has a pistol, catch him alive."

What self-confidence and inflated utilitarianism.

"boom."

Gunfire rang out.

"You are surrounded. Raise your hands and surrender."

"The Locust Army treated the prisoners well."

"Resistance means death."

"boom"

The skull of the traitor who was shouting was lifted up, revealing white and red blood that flowed onto his black coat.

"Where did the spear come from?"

Traitors are all very smart and cunning.

A traitor quietly stuck his head out, wanting to get a better look.

"boom."

Gunshots rang out and people fell.

The top of his head was opened again.

This frightened the smart man so much that he turned around, got on his bike and ran away. There were no Japanese soldiers around. Should he exchange his life for military tickets?

No one can't get over it.

Zhang Aiguo rushed forward two steps, picked up two pistols, put away two bicycles, sat on the mule cart and walked into the city.

Go ahead to dangers.

It’s safest in the dark.

There were two bags of corn and sorghum on the cart, with his hands folded.

He smoked his pipe leisurely and comfortably, with his face painted black and yellow.

Dust was flying as a Type 97 three-wheeled vehicle with a crooked handlebar led the way and passed by.

Zhang Aiguo reined in the mule early, got off the cart, and stood with his hands behind his back and his head lowered.

If they don't bow their heads in salute, the Japanese will punish them like officials. Thousands of years of inferiority have left them seriously unbalanced, and their vain self-esteem is too strong.

The iron hooves trampled in unison, and the dust on the ground rolled like an earth dragon.

The Japanese search team passed by, followed by the puppet army and on both sides were the detective teams. In comparison, their military appearance was disappointing. After all, they were just there to make a living and did not put in any effort.

There are also diehard traitors, and there are quite a few of them. They have never been eradicated from ancient times to the present. In addition to growing crops, fertile land is also good at growing crooked melons and jujubes.

The tail of the team passed by in front of him. Zhang Aiguo stood there for a while. The line was very long.

The tree wanted to be still but the wind did not stop. Zhang Aiguo led the mule to the dirt road on the side.

A bicycle caught up.

"Come on, follow me."

"Boss, my family is preparing to plow the land so that we can grow crops. The locust army also needs food, and the current grain collection ratio is not low."

"Bullshit! The locust soldiers eat rice. They don't eat our food."

"If they don't eat our food, then where did all the food go? They fed it to the dogs."

"Hey, how can you talk like that? What do you mean by fed to the dog? Damn it, I think you deserve a beating."

He put down the bicycles and came up to kick them.

There are many pedestrians on the road. No matter who is in power, ordinary people don’t think so much about what is the ideal, what is the ideology, the world is big, and the most important thing is to have a full stomach!

Those who should farm should farm, and those who should do business should do business. No matter how difficult life is, they have to keep living.

Zhang Aiguo kicked inward quickly with his right leg, and with the taut arch of his foot and the inertia of stepping down, his small leg directly poked the fragile fibula surface.

"bang"

"Click"

"Ow"

The force was fast, accurate and ruthless. The two legs collided with each other. The opponent howled in pain, holding his legs with both hands and rolling on the ground.

"Don't piss off an honest person."

The backlash from wantonly oppressing honest people will be more violent than a storm. It’s not that there is no retribution, it’s just that the time has not come yet.

Zhang Aiguo stretched out his front fingertips, clenched his palm, and with a clear snap, his Adam's apple broke.

The screams stopped abruptly.

The people and the cart were thrown onto the mule cart, and the sound of jingling bells was heard.

I am determined to return to the countryside and would never go back to the city.

"what happened?"

"Boss, this boss is injured. I'm sending him back home."

"Why not send her to the hospital?"

"He was attacked by anti-Japanese elements. He has no money. The hospital won't treat him. I'll rent a rack for him and send him home quickly."

"let's go."

"It's really fucking unlucky."

"I'm telling you guys, be smarter in the future. When you're in a war, hide behind others. Your life is your own. When you die, your wife and children will belong to someone else."

The traitor chief at the checkpoint looked at the mule cart moving forward and felt deeply touched and experienced.

Just earning a few dollars, it's worthless.

"Boss, you are right. The brothers think so too. We heard that the food for the Japanese is not as good as before. Now we are trying every way to make money and send it back to our hometown."

"Then their wives and children won't have enough to eat, so they won't cause trouble."

"No matter where you go to make trouble, you are not allowed to speak, and you are arrested at any time. It is stricter than ours."

"Who did you listen to?"

"My cousin, the translator."

"You're just bragging. Where did your cousin come from?"

"Hey, don't disbelieve me, the Japs are also poor."

"The Japanese are talking about a paradise on earth, but their own country is so bad, how can it bring me happiness?"

"That's right. It's getting harder and harder to collect grain now. The common people have nothing in their pockets. How can they have any surplus grain?"

"It's not easy to be a lackey. You have to find a way to make money."

"Boss, how about we go and do a couple of robberies?"

"I can do that."

"Whose way are you robbing?"

"It doesn't matter who you are doing it for, it doesn't matter if you eat meat or vegetables, as long as you can make money, it's a good thing."

"You can also sell some bullets."

"Come on, come on, pool your wisdom and expand your financial resources. Three cobblers are better than one Zhuge Liang."

Being an official or a lackey is all about profit.