I want to be a good person

The same question has probably been swirling in many people's minds, but we can only try to stop it by adding more water.

Perhaps they can only heal their wounds by cutting off their arms, and their bloodiness can only be awakened by blood. The rich people in the second class seats also firmly believe that they will not be chosen, because the Japanese devils are here to make money.

The bayonet was not pulled out, the pain people suffered was getting worse, and the screams made people cry silently.

But in the end, no one dared to stand up.

Alas, it is better to be prudent and protect yourself.

The sergeant walked up to the Chinese soldiers. The Japanese soldiers had calm faces. They were used to killing people, and in their hearts they did not consider the Chinese as human beings at all.

He swung his hand outward and just as the bayonet was pulled out, there was a clang and a cold flash of the Type 95 military knife chopped off the Chinese man's head. He bent down to pick it up, trying to continue intimidating him.

"Nitta-kun, your sword-drawing skills have improved again."

"The knife is very fast, come on."

……

The Japanese sergeant's sword skills were so impressive that even the machine gun crew was attracted.

Flattery exists in every country. The best way to maintain a relationship is to flatter in the right way, in a comfortable way, and more importantly, in a covert way.

Without further ado, an iron lump with a wooden handle flew out from the crowd. Zhang Yuanguo estimated the distance and time. He held it in his hand for five seconds. It would take 1.5 seconds for it to fly in the air, so he gave 0.5 seconds to react. He was repaying evil with kindness, which was very benevolent.

Watch the grenade fall into the machine gun crew.

Huh, it didn’t explode immediately?

"boom"

God also plays jokes and gives me one more second.

The short and strong sergeant stood up straight, holding the head he had just picked up in his hand, without saying a word in a demonstrative manner.

explosion.

Lie down on the ground immediately.

"Attack."

The difference between soldiers and civilians lies in the choices they make when faced with danger.

The people scattered in all directions, and the Japanese soldiers all fell to the ground, ready for the explosion.

Zhang Yuanguo’s meat shield is gone.

Lean the gun sideways and pull the trigger.

"Snapped"

It is still better to use a turtle box with good pointing.

The bullet entered the Japanese sergeant's nose as he had just raised it, and exited from the back of his head, leaving a penetrating wound.

Although it was just a detachment, the Japanese troops were already stretched to the limit, and shortages became the norm. Reserve personnel were drawn up, and the quality of the troops was getting worse every year.

The familiar sound of gunfire made the Japanese soldier, who didn't look up, think that it was the sergeant firing, and he secretly admired the strong military quality in his heart.

The best opportunity is naturally to call the roll one by one.

The gun is fast and accurate, and has a decisive advantage in close combat.

"Dang, Dang"

A thick iron plate blocked the incoming bullets.

I hit you and you bleed; you hit me and the sound is crisp.

Including the machine gun group that was scrapped prematurely, eleven Japanese weapons were scrapped.

Zhang Aiguo turned around abruptly and saw the fat man's fingers moving naturally, and reacted subconsciously.

When his eyes glanced at him, the fat man's face trembled, and he turned his head away subconsciously, not looking at him.

No one present dared to look directly at it. At a certain moment, their vanity was so overwhelming that it seemed as if only God could not look directly at it.

The bloodiness is gone, like a frog in warm water. Before reaching the last step, I don’t know whether it will be a pot of fresh and spicy food, or a pot of basil sauce?

Collect the weapons and spoils calmly.

This group of Japanese soldiers were also very poor. They actually came here running. It seemed that they were stationed in a nearby stronghold.

The Type 99 light machine gun was blown up, so the trailer of the rail patrol car was untied and the weapon was thrown onto it.

Watching Zhang Aiguo leave calmly, the fleeing people did not say a word, and did not know what to say.

Soon those who had fled returned to the train. With someone to take the blame, their information could be easily found out by the Japanese, so they had no choice but to accept the status quo. What a tragedy of the lower class!

Not long after the rail car drove out, Zhang Aiguo stopped and collected the spoils.

What is the use of this car?

The speed is not slow and can hit the train station.

After observing the accelerator pedal under my feet, a heavy sandbag fell down, freeing my feet.

Insert the detonator into the explosive bag, connect the fuse and pull rope, and carefully roll out the long hemp rope. In case it gets tangled when jumping off the car, it may explode prematurely, making it a huge injustice for the company to produce and sell its own explosives.

Gasoline barrels, nails, useless gun scraps, and a few red and green special bullets.

According to the transportation regulations in the early years of the Republic of China, those who could afford to sit in first-class seats were politicians, cadres, and powerful people, who could enjoy this wonderful life.

They didn't kill them. They just wanted them to inform the Japanese to be prepared. This was unconditional flattery. The greatest hope was on them. They must have a radio station.

If the intercepting Japanese soldiers saw an exploded rail car, they would be so happy that they would be speechless.

There are still some small stations and huts along the way, which are used for maintenance or rescue, patrol, and railway garrisons.

The next stop is Changzhou. In order not to affect the operation of the big station, the small station must come out for emergency rescue.

The winter in the south of the Yangtze River is different from that in the north. There are more lakes and the air is full of moisture. The leaves are still on the ground and there is still a hint of green around the roots of the wild grasses. They are ochre in color and cannot be blown down by the cold wind.

The white clouds slowly turned gray and a fine rain suddenly came, continuously, looking like ink from a distance.

There is always a faint vitality in the mountains and fields of Jiangnan, without the bleakness of the year-end. The mixed woods with intertwined branches make the scenery along the way picturesque.

Zhang Aiguo saw a few ordinary villagers, who were walking their dogs and holding gongs. He stopped the car and waited for them to come forward.

"What do you do?"

"Reporting to the Lord, the village is under patrol. I am the head of the village, Mr. Gu."

He nodded and bowed, looking very servile.

"Yoshi, work hard."

"Everyone, please clap your hands. The Queen is praising us."

The Japanese's initial goal was to destroy the country and the race, but after being hurt and stuck in the quagmire of war, they were forced to change their tactics.

Villages within 5000 meters on both sides of the railway were often organized and transformed by the Japanese into "railway protection villages" to patrol and protect the safety of the railway. They not only had to build roads, but also had to guard against anti-Japanese armed raids.

If they are unwilling, or fail to report it when they know about it, they will be held collectively responsible and fined or severely punished. They will also have to do compulsory labor and help with housework.

The land on both sides of the railway is bare, the tall crops and trees have been blown down, trenches have been dug at bends and other complex terrain, and patrol checkpoints have been built.

The previous railway raid seemed quite difficult. It seemed easy to carry out the operation under the enemy's strict defense, but it was actually very stressful to implement.

"Taijun, take care."

"Young and old, work harder. The time to take over is coming soon."

The rail car moved forward for more than 20 minutes, and the Japanese were already prepared.

The sandbag fortifications and obstacles saw the vehicles approaching from afar and a Japanese soldier shouted, "Get ready."

A sandbag pressed down on the accelerator, holding it tightly, and a hemp rope was tied to an iron skewer with a ring.

The roar of the engine became louder and louder. Zhang Aiguo turned over and went out, hanging outside with his hair ruffled by the wind.

Zhang Aiguo jumped down, rolled a few times, and the skewer stuck in the ground.

He turned around and ran back to where he came from, without even having time to brush the dust off his body.

In the rail car, a corpse was holding the steering wheel excitedly, ready to die.

For the Greater East Asia Holy War, it's so ridiculous!