I want to be a good person

"Hurry up, heroes! The Japanese's water artillery tower is close and will arrive soon."

After surviving the disaster, although terrified, the two still rushed over to remind their savior.

"It's okay. There aren't many devils left, right?"

"Yes, there are only ten of them. Usually five or six of them come out, and there is also a squad of puppet soldiers."

"Hurry up, it's too late to leave."

The rescued fisherman urged urgently, his anxious face making people feel sincere.

"What about you?"

"Don't worry about me. We are fishermen on the lake. We all know them. They won't do anything to us."

What won’t I do to you?

I just have nothing to do, and one thing or another, I just want to kill you.

"You guys should just choose to hide."

"this,"

"The Japanese soldiers are dead. Today you went into the water again. We will definitely find you afterwards. You know the outcome without me having to tell you."

"Can…"

"You don't have any money, do you?"

Catch some fish, sell them for some money, pay taxes, and donate to the association. It's great news if you can fill your stomach.

"Hey."

The commercial heritage is still in the southern area, where people dare to pay first and get rewards later.

Just ask for giving. Think about the eldest son of the Republic, who has emptied the family fortune for decades.

As for the so-called starting over, why don’t the high-ranking officials start over again?

Because they know that no one will choose them this time.

"Take it."

Damn kindness, just because of the sincere advice of two people, ordinary people cannot afford the kindness given by others, even if it is the size of a fingernail.

"Leave the fishing boat to me, and leave quickly."

Zhang Aiguo handed over ten dollars as the price for the fishing boat.

"No, it's too much."

"You saved both of us."

The fisherman refused honestly.

"Make good connections and do one good deed a day."

Zhang Aiguo dropped a fish basket, tied a grenade underneath, and rowed the fishing boat towards the steamer in the lake.

The fresh, hot body cooled and hardened a little.

Fortunately, the gun was still there and did not fall into the water.

Zhang Aiguo lay on the steamer, hiding his figure, waiting for the Japanese traitors to come and investigate.

"Cuckoo"

A few water birds were startled from the reeds.

A puppet soldier kicked the fish basket away with his big foot, drawing a beautiful isolated line in the air.

"thump."

Ripples appeared on the water, reflecting colorful lights.

perfect.

The puppet army was very satisfied. This technology was comparable to a certain ball that was a national humiliation.

The smug expression was still on his face, and the next moment it became forever.

"boom"

The grenade exploded, and more than two dozen rusty iron nails soaked in manure flew everywhere.

One of the players' supporting legs was missing a part, and the explosive force caused the iron nails to fly aimlessly. Some hit his shoulders, some scratched his face, and some even pierced his eyes. There was at least one nail per person. Egalitarianism is really good.

The subsequent development of events can be imagined. Zhang Aiguo quietly put away his gun and became a thrifty and good person.

Excruciating pain is the best punishment.

"Whoa"

Hearing the sound of oars stirring the water, Zhang Aiguo turned to the other side. A Japanese soldier was sitting in the middle, and two puppet soldiers were paddling the wooden boat hard, one in front and one behind.

The one with the strongest penetrating power is the Type 38 rifle. The black muzzle of the gun sticks out, and then a puff of light blue smoke comes out of the muzzle.

The bullet pierced through the puppet soldier's chest like a flower, and after leaving the body, it rolled irregularly, tearing a big hole in the puppet soldier's chest, and rushed in recklessly.

"what."

The puppet soldiers behind were so frightened that they were almost killed. They let out strange cries, paddled hard, and rushed towards Zhang Aiguo at a faster speed.

Very brave.

It's a pity that it was not used to fight the Japanese and was used in the wrong place.

"Snapped"

The oars hit the water, splashing.

Back on the fishing boat, they put away the steamer and the upside-down wooden fishing boat, and the regular sound of paddling came towards the watchtower.

On the way, he gladly accepted the gifts delivered to his door, including guns, ammunition and wooden boats.

There was only a steamboat and a wooden boat in the water watchtower. The remaining two Japanese devils and two puppet soldiers were waiting anxiously. The different gunshots meant that something bad was going to happen.

It's been crazy these days, someone attacks them every day. They have reduced the time and frequency of going out, and yet they still dare to come to their door?

What a courage!

The Japanese were full of confidence. Back then, there were only a dozen soldiers chasing thousands of people.

Waiting is anxious and restless.

The fishing boat was drifting along with the water and suddenly lost control, so the oars had to be paddled with more force.

The bow of the ship was exposed.

"Who?"

No answer for three seconds.

"Da da da"

The machine gun bullets hit us like small fish in a lake, and sawdust flew everywhere with popping sounds.

Zhang Aiguo was lying on his stomach in the cabin with an iron plate in front of his head.

The shooting stopped. Without receiving an effective response, the Japanese stopped shooting.

The thrust pushed the boat back into the reeds.

He slid into the water, groped his way towards the shore, slowly bent down and looked towards the artillery tower.

The waiting Japanese soldiers on both sides climbed onto the roof. The main shooter put his face on the gun handle, raised his upper body high, and aimed at the direction where the wooden boat came out.

Kneeling on one knee in the water, holding the rifle in his hand, the scope focused on the main shooter's head.

I quietly lowered the muzzle of the gun, fearing that the gun handle would be broken, which would not be beautiful.

The wind rising from the lake was slightly chilly, the water was a little icy, and the cold air penetrated into my bones.

Zhang Aiguo shuddered, steadied his gun, and aimed at the target again.

"Snapped"

The finger pulls the trigger until it pauses halfway and then moves all the way to the bottom.

"Pi"

The bullet went through his neck and his head tilted heavily.

"Snapped"

"when"

There is a hole in the Type 90 helmet.

The assistant shooter, who was half-kneeling and loading bullets, tilted his head and fell onto the main shooter.

"We surrender!"

The two puppet soldiers held their rifles high and proudly stepped out of the artillery tower like clean and jerk athletes.

He put the gun on the ground, raised his hands and pointed them diagonally towards the sky.

"Alas, it is better to live a miserable life than to die. The problem is that we cannot meet."

Zhang Aiguo, covered in water, stood in front of the two people facing the wind.

"We surrendered, and the Blue and Red sides treated the prisoners well."

The two puppet soldiers spoke with trembling voices.

Not killing the prisoners was their confidence in surrendering.

"I will help you."

At this time, Zhang Aiguo went around behind him and suddenly took out a gun box. The bullet entered from the back of his head and flew out from the front with blood.

Sure enough, every penny of capital is bloody, and it exploits the same group of people and their children and grandchildren.

Unfortunately, I am a third party, comparable to labor dispatch.

After looting the supplies, they looked at the brick and wood structure of the turret and put their hands on it, leaving a hole in the ground, a big hole.

Operation requires proficiency. Different methods have different feelings. I can’t go around the world in D gear. I am also an experienced driver.

He put on his fisherman's clothes and returned to the main road carrying two fish baskets.

Relying on mountains to eat mountains, relying on water to draft water.

The tanned skin is a kind of seasoning.

The blood of the Japanese devils still smells extremely fishy, ​​but to those who fight them, it tastes like a sweet smell.

The dead devils are the good devils. Zhang Aiguo has a wish. He hopes that the Japanese will recruit nuclear men, all of whom are acquaintances!