I want to be a good person

"Boom~boom~boom."

The car started, shifted into gear and accelerated, and the dim headlights shone towards the east.

"I'm afraid it will be difficult to do business with this person again in the future."

"It's possible. Rich people just have character. Damn capitalists. But it's good for a country to be ruled by the people. They can live with dignity!"

"We will have the opportunity to do more work in the future. He is the kind of person we need to unite with. He will understand and support us. This path cannot be interrupted."

"Manager Qian, please forgive us for the trouble we have caused you. It is because we did not do our job well. Don't worry, we will raise funds as soon as possible after we return. I will ask you to tell Mr. Hao that we will not embarrass you."

The friendly smile, kind tone and heart-warming words deeply moved Shopkeeper Qian. Thinking that he had two sons in the team, some of his grievances were forgotten.

"It's okay, I just didn't expect the shortfall. I'll explain it later when I pay the money back."

"Manager Qian is indeed very understanding. I'll be in touch with you again in the future. Thank you in advance."

"Welcome, welcome. You can come to my place and stay when you enter the city."

After Manager Qian finished speaking, he remembered what Zhang Aiguo had told him.

Alas, I am such a good-for-nothing. For the sake of my son, there is nothing I can do.

It is easy for people to trust each other, but it is even easier to become enemies. There are too many examples of people refusing to talk to each other until they die, and the reasons are not complicated.

"In terms of supporting the war of resistance, Manager Qian's position is firm and righteous. It just so happens that we are also in need of a place to stay. I will go back and report this good news."

"Then we say goodbye."

"it is good."

The person walked away and there was no sound.

The night is like a monster with its mouth open, trying to swallow every object that dares to move.

Shopkeeper Qian was frightened, so he clasped his hands together, prayed non-stop, and walked quickly back the way he came.

The car was gone, as expected.

The difference is quite big. According to the price, it is estimated to be 4000 yuan. It is definitely a big loss. No one's money comes from the wind.

The roar of the engine can be heard from far away in the silent night.

The moon pulled past a dark cloud and put on a black robe. The sky cooperated and slowly dyed itself black. A small white flower fell on the car window, but before it could be seen clearly, it turned into water.

Snow elves are dancing outside the window, flawless.

The wind is like a bad boy, running around in all directions.

Snowing.

The snow is falling but I am still hungry, and the wine is strong as we chat by the red stove at night.

How can tattered clothes keep you warm? Cashmere furs keep you warm in the house.

Time is like an actor, constantly showing you scenes after scenes, and you can always find similarities.

The snowflakes wanted to come in mischievously, say hello, and feel the warmth, but the car windows ruthlessly blocked them outside.

The snow on the ground piled up more and more, and white was the only color between heaven and earth.

The wheels started to slip, the speed slowed down, and God wanted to keep us here.

We chose a small forest with relatively flat ground and the wooden house appeared again.

After lighting the stove, Zhang Aiguo lay on the bed, feeling very complicated. There is no right or wrong in doing things.

I relaxed and fell asleep in a daze.

After waking up, I took a deep breath and felt the coolness penetrate my lungs. The world was clean and pure white, and all the sin and filth were washed away.

In the telescope, a huge pile of yellow shit in the distance ruined the beautiful picture.

Do you have to be so dedicated?

Zhang Aiguo cursed.

The bloody looting of the devil soldiers in China is an important spiritual pillar to support the combat effectiveness. They really think it is the spirit of Bushido. The real incentive is profit and robbery.

"boom"

The sound of gunfire rang out like frying beans, and the shit-yellow pollution spread.

The Japanese turned into a scattered line in the blink of an eye.

"clap clap"

The firing rate is very slow and the gunfire is very steady.

I don’t know who was ambushing the Japanese, but unfortunately the other party’s reaction was too quick.

The ambush turned into an encounter, and the Japanese could kill people at the first sight of a gunshot.

Seven or eight Japanese soldiers calmly launched a counterattack.

In just two minutes, the advantage shifted to the Japanese side.

A Chinese man just wanted to look up to see what was going on when blood started flowing from his forehead.

No, I have to help out. When you give someone a rose, the fragrance lingers on your hands.

A patch of snow-free ground fell behind.

He ran quickly, holding the rifle tightly in his left hand.

A line of footprints stretched out straight out.

"boom"

The Japanese soldier with a plaster flag tied to his head fell down firmly, with a little skin on his left arm, which was about to be severed, leaving some thoughts.

The blood dyed the snow red, and the wind was a little strong.

To catch a thief, first catch the leader; to catch a strong pig, first kill it.

"bang bang bang"

There were continuous gunshots, and although only one dead Japanese soldier was seen in the sight, the rest had lost their combat effectiveness, and the pressure was greatly reduced.

"Drip drip"

The bugler blew the charge, and dozens of people rushed out, armed with a variety of weapons such as broadswords, javelins, bird spears, and old barrels. Although they were thin, they were full of energy.

The remaining three Japanese soldiers stood back to back, with their rifles raised and their bayonets shining.

Bullets are more valuable than human life, so people are reluctant to shoot and attack with cold weapons.

The big knife chopped down, and the Japanese pulled it out and thrust forward fiercely.

It seemed that the stab was about to pierce his lower abdomen and his life was in danger.

"whoosh"

A bullet came from afar and flew past the Japanese soldier's shoulder. The powerful kinetic energy caused a splash of blood and penetrated into the back of another Japanese soldier, killing two in a row.

The remaining Japanese soldiers were probably afraid, and they were shouting and yelling hysterically, cheering for themselves.

"when"

The helmeted head tilted to the side and fell to the ground along with the body.

After confirming that he had help, he was suppressed by the Japanese and couldn't raise his head at first. He didn't react to the changes on the battlefield in the first place.

400 meters away, the small black dot moved and disappeared without a trace in a moment.

Hello.

"Clean the battlefield and prepare to retreat."

Who was that just now?

It's a pity that such good shooting skills are gone.

Put aside the doubts in your mind, the present is the most important thing, and we will talk about the rest later.

The dead Japanese soldier, with only his loincloth left, lay sprawled on the ground.

"Captain, who was helping us just now? The gun was really accurate."

"I looked at the muzzle of the gun and it's the same caliber as ours."

"If he is accepted into the team, it will be a great help to us. A sharpshooter can shoot from a distance, and nothing can stop him."

"Talented people tend to be arrogant. We will meet each other eventually. It doesn't matter where we are, as long as we are fighting the Japanese."

Zhang Aiguo, who had the same idea, sat in the car.

The wind is cold and the sun is struggling, gathering strength, waiting for its final leap.

Black cars, white snow, winding ruts, it's a little colder this year than last year.

Kunshan is a little closer to Shanghai.

Zhenyi Town, the place name has been changed beyond recognition in the previous life. Many anti-Japanese war or disaster sites have left later generations confused. What is the connection between the records and the reality?

The vague fragments and missing historical materials are bound to be inaccurate and inaccurate. History cannot be forgotten, and we cannot always have to rely on a translator.

Driving a car without air conditioning for a long time is a real pain.

I got out of the car and stretched my arms and legs, and my ears felt a little cold.