I want to be a good person

The devil lay down, motionless.

The sudden gunfire made the Japanese soldiers on the roof of the car anxious, and they ran over.

It’s cold up there, and the dancing ghosts look upside down.

There are also accurate shooters in the national army, and their targets are much bigger when they stand up.

Without the fire suppression of machine guns, its power can be fully exerted.

"boom"

A Japanese soldier fell headfirst and pulled the glass with his hand, causing it to squeak a few times. My heart shrank into a ball and a tremor penetrated my soul.

"what."

A woman faced the Japanese soldiers face to face. Looking at the horrifying scene, she felt extremely excited and caused a commotion.

Zhang Aiguo brushed off the smell of gunpowder on his body and lit a cigarette to let the air cool down.

The body has long since changed its position, do good deeds without leaving a name, it’s a simple idea.

"Sir, spare my life."

I hope they are not here to rob, as there are not many passengers.

Zhang Aiguo's body was shaking. He pretended to be very scared and raised his hands without hesitation. Kneeling was impossible. He would rather die standing than live on his knees!

"Don't be afraid, fellow countryman. We are guerrillas behind enemy lines."

For gunshots of the same caliber, who should be credited?

When it comes to interests, imbalance often occurs. How can there be fairness in the world?

The armed forces in the occupied areas had a hard life. They had no supply of food, military pay, guns and ammunition, and had to rely on self-financing. Only the Red Army could hold out in the end. Faith and belief were crucial.

The national army was killing the goose that lays the golden eggs. It just kept asking for things without giving anything in return, which naturally offended the people and led to them being kicked across the sea.

"Put it down, put it all down, this is our spoils."

"Nonsense, this was done by our people."

"You guys were the ones who fought. How many shots did you fire? Don't you know? Don't force me to turn against you."

A quarrel broke out on the rail car. Although they were all in the ranks of the National Army, there were still differences between them. They were wary of each other and tried to sabotage each other.

How to distinguish between Mauser-derived firearms and 7.92mm bullets?

Three Type 38 cavalry rifles, four turtle boxes, and one Type 99 rifle. Everyone was determined to get the weapons and no one was willing to give in.

As the argument continued, both sides raised their guns, unwilling to surrender, but the Japanese support would not wait.

"Come, look at the bullets, whoever kills him will be the one."

"it is good."

The body was thrown aside during the scramble, and the angle was messed up.

"You are reloading bullets, you can't shoot that far!"

"Who said that, Wang Xiaoqiang!"

"To!"

A soldier spoke in a loud and resounding voice.

"Take out your gun and bullets and show them."

The red team, with an angry face, called its sharpshooter over and said, "We also have good bullets, who are we looking down on?"

"Here, our sharpshooter has 10 bullets. Please count how many bullets are left. Do you want to call all the sharpshooters over?"

"Not having bullets doesn't mean anything. Can you guarantee that you can kill a Japanese soldier with one shot? If that's the way it is, then we didn't open fire, and the battle was fought by you."

The blue team was very angry. The machine gun belonged to their side and they had wasted a lot of bullets. It was reasonable for them to seize it.

"If you say that, it's definitely not okay. You must have paid a lot. Now we should unite as one. Don't be too calculative. You are rich and powerful, and even a hair you pluck out is thicker than our legs. Let us give in. It's really difficult for us."

The red team was gritting their teeth and crying poor, because that steel gun was much stronger than the old sleeve, it could shoot farther and more accurately.

With the crooked handle, the security point can be removed, so it doesn't get stuck in the throat and can't be moved up or down.

"Don't cry poor to me. You are nervous, so are we. You want to count the bullets, right? We have sharpshooters too."

"No need to count. In the spirit of fighting the war together, let's divide it equally."

Our own people know our own business. It is a fact that the equipment is poor. Others are at least medium-sized and formal. A lean camel is bigger than a horse.

I just took a look at the muzzle of the gun, and wow, the helmet was pierced. Calculating the distance, the old sleeve really can't do it. I can only keep fighting and try to get a better score so as not to return empty-handed.

"Look, the Japanese reinforcements are coming soon. For safety, we have to retreat quickly. If we are caught up, it will be bad."

Eloquence is the Red Party's specialty. He has a lot of great principles and a warm attitude for your benefit, which is hard to refuse.

The blue team is a practical team, and making money is their specialty right now.

"How about this? We don't want the crooked-handled rifles anymore. Give us the long guns and a pistol. What do you think?"

There was no time to think or argue, and Blue nodded.

"That's it, let's split up and retreat quickly."

"Okay, brother, I appreciate this favor."

When it was Bullet's turn, the two sides started arguing again, neither wanting to suffer any loss.

After a few more heated arguments, he left in a hurry.

More than a dozen people got on the train, going from carriage to carriage, demanding payment of anti-Japanese taxes. One dollar was not too little, and 100 dollars was not too much.

It is reasonable to collect tax based on the measurement of clothing, since you are asked to dress decently.

Zhang Aiguo was speechless. He had accepted two cases in a row, one by force and one voluntarily. Both of them had guns on their waists, with the muzzles of their box guns open.

I voluntarily paid twenty dollars as an indirect way to resist the Japanese.

Twenty minutes later, a small Japanese squad arrived. When they saw the dead Japanese soldier lying there, they immediately set up machine guns and were on guard.

Two groups of Japanese devils drove the passengers off the bus without any discrimination. The only few people in the first-class seats did not get off and stared longingly through the windows.

Those in second-class seats were also driven off the train. Men and women were separated into two rows. No one knew what the Japs were going to do, and everyone was whispering.

A sergeant was baring his teeth and shouting something loudly.

A translator is relaying its words.

The more Zhang Aiguo listened, the more frightened he became.

My previous actions have implicated many people. It is a sin.

The Japs wanted to carry out bloody revenge. If one head died, they would have killed ten Chinese people. There were less than 80 people on the entire train, so the Japs were merciful and only killed two for every one they killed, asking people to thank them.

The logic of a robber is shameless and unruly!

The unarmed crowd was in a panic. Some of them peed themselves, some were stunned, some sat down on the ground, and some were crying and shouting to the sky.

Like cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered, they are waiting to be chosen, accustomed to being oppressed, represented, and powerless.

Two Japanese soldiers holding rifles with fixed bayonets dragged the target out of the crowd. The other four Japanese soldiers stepped forward, grabbed his arms, kicked him in the knees, and made him kneel on the ground facing the crowd.

If I raise my arms and call out, will anyone respond?

The Japanese left some hope and had a high chance of survival, so they surrounded the enemy on three sides and left one side open, a strategy they had learned secretly.

No, because everyone firmly believes that they will not be the next one.

The gambling nature is deeply rooted in the blood of the Chinese people. Not acknowledging it does not mean it does not exist.

Endure it silently, wait silently, and leave everything to fate.

"puff"

The bayonet pierced into the heart, and the Japanese soldier twisted it and waited for the sergeant's order.

"what!"

It's so cruel, it's better to die by shooting.

The young man's family was heartbroken. Zhang Aiguo glanced at the machine gun group and silently unscrewed the cap of a grenade in the space.

The crowd just made a commotion, but under the intimidation of the Japanese devils, they calmed down in less than three seconds.

What about bloodiness?

Can it be awakened?