I want to be a good person

There is hope only when there is unity of thought. This can be considered an alternative form of rectification, and it basically eliminates spies.

There is nothing worth investing in Heyisheng, so it is now acting more and more low-key.

"Since you brothers are willing to follow me, I can only say that as long as I have something to eat, I won't let you just stand there and watch. If anything goes wrong, we'll fight together."

This is what it is said and this is what it is done. Only by keeping your original intention in mind can you achieve your goal.

The light in eighteen pairs of eyes shone brighter and brighter.

"What can we do? We can't contribute in a big way, but for the sake of national justice, we must fight the devils. Fighting the devils is bound to be difficult. I hope that my brothers are all well and not afraid of death, so that they will not die in battle!"

"Next, I think we should leave this city. We are subject to too many restrictions here. If we jump out of this box, with just a dozen of us, we can destroy a few Japanese squads and fight a few platoons of puppet troops."

"Boss, we listen to you."

"Once we are out, it won't be so convenient to get food. We may even have to endure some hardships. We may even be chased away by others. In the concession, we are of little use."

Withdrawing from the concession was a decision Zhang Aiguo made after careful calculation and evaluation.

The International Settlement was completely enclosed and lost its independence. Because the Reform Government surrendered and the Japanese formed an alliance with Germany, the French Concession was not entered openly but was indirectly controlled. In every subsequent raid, the Japanese were present.

The vast world has a lot to do.

When it comes to food and drink, you are a mobile warehouse and the largest supply station, which requires some running around.

The brothers who were originally seriously injured were taken away by Wuweizi. From what they had seen and heard, they could predict the Red Side's most skilled tactics. They could not come back, and even if they did, they would not be accepted.

New Year's Day passed in the cold wind. This year is no different from last year. The economy is getting worse and worse.

The grocery store posted a transfer information, and Zhang Aiguo, accompanied by Gao Deli and Tao Youju, took a last look at it.

It's empty inside, and children from poor families don't want to become independent so early.

When the farmers' sons grow up, they learn to betray their parents, and there are too many unfilial sons.

Business demand is strong and traffic means everything. The shops were rented out in the afternoon.

One floor of a Shikumen house was rented out and could not be left idle for a long time, so it was soon filled with uninvited and unwelcome guests.

Aunt Wu helped collect the rent and cleaned the upstairs.

"Master, is it time for Madam to give birth?"

This sentence reminded Zhang Aiguo of something he had forgotten. However, with Wen Duanxi around, he should do his best, be broad-minded and tolerant.

"She's born. My wife is not here. I'll have to take care of the house in Shanghai. I'll be working hard on you from now on."

"I'm glad you're safe, sir. You and your wife are the best hosts I've ever met. I'll be careful and the money will be deposited into the account on time."

"Well, I believe you."

The mystery of the master's house prevented Wu Ma from having any evil thoughts. She felt inexplicably scared when she looked into the eyes of the men who occasionally came in and out.

Money is money only if you can earn and spend it. If you only earn but cannot spend it, then it is not money.

Hundreds of people are competing for one job, and unemployment has become a wave, so we should cherish it.

The concession does not publish the unemployment rate, and even if it does, it is fake. What they want is superficial good public security. What does ants have to do with them?

"Walk."

After leaving the concession, the group gathered at Baiyun Temple.

"Master."

Zhang Aiguo burned incense respectfully and went to pay his respects to the master alone.

"The Tao is in one's heart. Recite the sutra more often when you have nothing to do to reduce the evil spirits."

Without any extra words, he gestured for him to leave.

"Yes, Master."

The old Taoist saw it clearly. He had heard about the people in the Taoist sect and countless disciples who had come out of the mountains. Every time they met, the blood and evil spirit were increasing, so he had the above reminder.

In the suburbs, outside a deserted courtyard.

Two Type 97 three-wheeled motorcycles, a truck with a Type 41 mountain cannon removed, and Japanese military uniforms, satchels and belts inside.

"Change clothes."

Zhang Aiguo waved his hand.

"This fart curtain is so ugly."

The team members looked at each other with contempt after they changed their clothes.

"It seems the boss has made preparations in advance."

Gao Deli and Tao Youju confirmed it.

There was an ammunition box in the compartment, which contained submachine guns and various pistols. The clothes he usually wore were also there, and there was also a pheasant neck.

"Everyone takes turns driving. I sit in the passenger seat of the truck. If there is an inspection, I will handle it."

A captain in a shit-yellow Type 98 military uniform, with a Type 94 lieutenant's sword and a turtle box on his sword hanger.

Play as a wandering Japanese soldier, and the checkpoint is the supply station.

The Wang Puppet regime coming to power was an opportunity, and the devils were in control.

On the way back, Zhang Aiguo felt very good after enjoying the courtesy from the puppet soldiers.

Staying in the concession would make people feel timid and hesitant.

You can muddy the waters, fish in troubled waters, and do business.

The reality is that the parties are interdependent and are working hard to fill the huge financial hole.

"What about our food, gasoline, and ammunition?"

A team member asked worriedly.

"It's indispensable. The Japanese traitors provide it."

Originally, he wanted to use the Type 70 kitchen truck and the Nissan car, but then he thought that they were too high-profile and would easily be targeted by the guerrillas.

The plaster flag is flying, reminding us from time to time that the Japanese are still very powerful.

The Chinese people on the roadside knelt on the ground to see the Japanese off respectfully. They were so powerful. What kind of life did they usually lead?

How to regain the lost self-esteem along the way?

Where is the way out?

He ran openly on the road and the puppet soldiers didn't dare to stop him, hoping that the Japanese wouldn't notice him.

There is a town in front, which is quite large.

"coax"

The streets were empty.

Whether it was peddlers carrying loads on their shoulders or drivers of horse-drawn carriages, they all gave way and there was a commotion.

Can't afford to offend, can afford to hide.

The vehicle did not slow down and went straight to the town office.

With a squeak, the convoy stopped steadily at the door.

The people waited in the car without moving, and their posture was kept high.

When the traitor heard the sound of the car, he quickly urged people to come out to greet it, waving small flags.

"Welcome, welcome, warm welcome! Sir, who are we?"

Although he was holding the plaster flag in his hand, he was hesitant in his heart and asked the question with gritted teeth.

"Baga, this is the leader of the East China Expeditionary Force's Special Search Team, Captain Hanada Ryouko!"

"Hello, Captain Tanaka. I am the mayor, Wang Youmin."

The main point is that you shouldn't hit someone who smiles at you, but unfortunately the Japanese are not human.

"Captain Hanada speaks Mandarin really well, better than me. That's amazing."

A free flattery.

"Go, the warriors of the empire are hungry, prepare a meal."

"Hiyi."

The waist is bent at 90 degrees and osteoporosis is quite serious.

The Japs want food and drink, so they naturally have no temper. And how could an official not eat a free meal?

Are there any free shots available?

He was a man of corruption and bribery.

Scarcity of materials is relative; nothing is difficult in the face of power.

"Wait a minute."

He stood up, picked up a bowl and picked up some dishes.

"Come on, Mayor, thank you for your hard work in maintaining public security and building a paradise for locusts."

"Thank you for your compliment, Madam Majesty. I will do my best to ensure that nothing goes wrong."

After the other party finished their food, Zhang Aiguo stood up and repeated the Japanese devils' words.

It's just that the locust army is invincible and welcomed by the people, and there is no mention of the military failures it has suffered.

Zhang Aiguo's instructions were only to increase the time the food stayed in the stomach.

What you see is always what they want you to see.