I want to be a good person

He couldn't control his gaze for a moment, and the fierceness in his eyes turned a little colder.

The other party actually felt it, followed his gaze, and smiled. The foresight of danger made Zhang Aiguo more confident in his judgment.

If there is any danger to yourself, you should nip it in the bud. The more you get involved, the more trouble you will get.

Zhang Aiguo responded, and Hexi's smile was as warm as the spring breeze.

"squeak"

With a drawn-out brake sound, the train jerked to a halt and the things on the table were thrown forward violently.

People were no exception and stopped talking in the middle of a lively conversation.

Zhang Aiguo observed the reactions of others, his face was panic-stricken, and he looked at them silently. The face was the face, and the eyes were the eyes.

"What happened? Why did the train stop?"

"do not know."

"Is something going to happen?"

"What could have happened? I think the tracks were torn off."

Railroad tracks are an important military resource for the Red Army behind enemy lines, and can be used to make guns and cannons.

No one is willing to take the initiative to raise their hands and offer their own money and property. It is understandable to make enemies, but what is uncomfortable is that the objects of free fundraising have been changed, the methods and practices have been constantly innovating, and the high-end is not seen at the low-end. The so-called down-to-earth is completely empty talk.

"Get out of the car."

Two sections of track were missing at the bend.

The people who were driven down were on the periphery, and the Japanese devils and traitors were in the middle, hiding among the people, making the guerrillas fearful and unable to open fire.

When he got closer, Zhang Aiguo discovered that there were fewer rails, the sleepers were gone, and the accumulated ballast had been completely flattened, with a section missing for no reason.

How to do?

The Japanese returned to the train and waited for the arrival of the railway maintenance team.

The passengers on the train had nowhere to go, with no village in front and no shop behind. Fortunately, the weather was getting colder, and the cold wind was blowing continuously in the empty countryside, so the carriage was warm and the air was a little turbid.

Zhang Aiguo stood up and said something to the conductor. The two of them stood on the ground, handed each other a cigarette, and quickly closed the distance between them.

"Brother, is this often the case?"

The conductor looked up in confusion, lit a cigarette with the help of the fire, and took a deep puff.

As smoke was exhaled, he spoke: "It's a common thing. The rebels often do it. They often lose a few sections of rails, and sometimes they even blow up the engine."

His tone was a bit depressed. The money they received was linked to the operating income, and they were stuck in the middle, which made it difficult for them to survive.

After the war, technical personnel from all walks of life were absorbed into the system in large numbers and became the main force, but their quality was uneven and was overshadowed by the urgent need to build the country.

Wearing a hat and covering the lid have become unique verbs.

"The Japanese, wouldn't they be busy running around like dogs?"

Zhang Aiguo joked.

"Brother, be careful with your words, be careful with your words. In the past, the Japanese arrested people for not bowing and saluting and shot people at will. Everyone is afraid of retaliation."

The conductor was observing as he spoke, carefully guarding against the people around him, with a look of fear on his face.

"I'm telling you, you have to be careful with what you say. Many people believe everything they hear and are especially fond of snitching."

"No, there's benefit in telling the Japanese?"

"Yes, the reward for informing on others is big dollars, not French currency or military notes."

“They can all be obtained.”

"I've heard of small amounts, but I've never heard of large amounts."

The Japanese were also short of money, so they spent a fortune to buy the bones and also dealt with the informer, making everyone happy.

The ethics of the Japanese are worth less than toilet paper.

The bloody means did have a deterrent effect. Most of the people were illiterate and could not care too much. They just wanted to live and work in peace. That was why the ordinary people's perception of the Japs changed later.

Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately.

The massacre and suppression were quite severe in the beginning, but a conciliatory policy was adopted later. People's psychological endurance was changing, and they were fickle.

"Before, when the Japanese soldiers were escorting cars, they would raise their guns and shoot at civilians who were close to the road. The Japanese soldiers were still competing with each other, and everyone was angry but dared not speak out. Many of them were the pillars of their families. Without a man, the family would fall apart."

The tone was mournful, inexplicably bitter and sad.

"So you guys are dangerous too?"

"The danger is not great, but I am afraid of being injured by mistake. The guerrillas behind enemy lines don't want our lives, and our own people don't fight against our own people."

"We are most afraid of removing the spikes and causing the train to derail."

"Be an eyeliner and live a good life."

"you?"

There was horror on the conductor's face.

"rest assured."

Zhang Aiguo reached out and patted the other person's shoulder.

"I am not. I am not on either side. I am an officer of the Rangers."

"What to ride?"

"Train ride."

Zhang Aiguo pulled the handle and walked up the stairs back to the carriage.

"Those who ride on trains are just train thieves."

"never mind."

There are many talented and capable people among the Chinese, and we can only keep them to ourselves.

He took out the Daqianmen cigarette that Zhang Aiguo had given him and quickly smoked a cigarette to calm himself down.

As a member of the railway transportation team, I travel on the railway lines all year round and have a deeper understanding of the plight of the Japanese devils.

Without railway transportation, the Japanese heavy equipment would be at a standstill and material supply would become the biggest problem.

If we rely entirely on our two legs, we will lose the absolute advantage held by the Japanese, which the Japanese cannot accept.

A track patrol car towing a flatbed loaded with sandbags and equipment quickly performed repairs, re-laid the trackbed with ballast, and placed the rails. Although the distance was long, the repairs were quick and the work was done with skilled techniques.

Zhang Aiguo took a look and saw a Type 99 light machine gun mounted on the sandbag.

"bang bang bang"

"Da da da"

There was a burst of gunfire outside. The fierce winter offensive caused countless Japanese soldiers to die.

People in various costumes fired shots from both sides and groped forward.

The Japanese's Type 99 rifles fired intermittently and in bursts, and no further gunshots were heard from the areas where they had fired.

"boom"

A grenade landed on the side of the track patrol car, and the splashed ballast and mud fell down.

Looking out the car window, although there were many attackers, their firepower was not enough, and the sharpshooter only had time to throw one grenade.

When the Japanese soldiers on the train heard the attack, they climbed onto the roof of the carriage from the junction of the carriages and blocked the attack from above.

Seeing that the battle was about to fail, the commander was probably anxious. He surrounded the enemy and attacked the reinforcements, but the battle was in vain. He suffered many casualties. Just now, shrapnel injured a Japanese soldier, so he didn't achieve anything.

The real fierce fighting only lasted a few minutes, and most of the time it was a stalemate with people shooting at each other.

The little fat boy had no expression on his face and lay on the floor like most people.

Zhang Aiguo thought about it and really couldn't bear to see so many people sacrificed for nothing.

Every experience makes one wiser. The quality improved by killing and fighting, and he chose to stand at the door of the carriage early.

The situation was at a stalemate. It was obvious that the guerrillas did not want to give up and wanted to make a final effort.

Zhang Aiguo wanted to help out by showing his skills at the critical moment.

"boom"

The powerful kinetic energy of the pointed bullet blew off the Type 90 steel helmet. The bullet entered from the yellow five-pointed star, carrying debris directly to the brain, smashing it into pieces, and then drilled out from the back of the head, leaving a big hole.

The gun behind you cannot be stopped.

The Japanese soldiers who were addicted to point-fire fell down and the gunfire stopped.

“Ding ding ding.”

The charge was sounded.

The surging enthusiasm made the Japanese panic.

The deputy shooter pushed the body aside and was about to shoot.

"boom"