I want to be a good person

On the table was a large pot of chicken braised with chestnuts, a large pot of lamb stewed with radish, a dish of fried duck with ginger, and two buckets of rice.

There were also two jars of rice wine, and several Yao sisters were playing various instruments and singing nearby.

Corruption, so corrupt!

No matter how hard the life is, we must not make the leaders suffer; no matter how tiring the life is, we must not make the cadres tired!

Even so, he still apologized vigorously.

"Taijun, the meal is simple and the hospitality is not good. Please forgive me."

"Please see if there is anything else you need and I will arrange it right away."

A loyal lackey who cares about his master to death.

"You are a good friend of the Locust Army and have a conscience. Not bad, not bad."

Zhang Aiguo reached out and patted his shoulder very hard without taking off his gloves.

Drawing cakes is a necessary skill for every modern person. Add two spoonfuls of chicken soup to smooth the gaps, and you’ll look so professional!

"Please have dinner, ladies and gentlemen."

"Let's go together."

"We have already eaten. Please enjoy your meal, Madam."

He nodded and bowed, then walked out and considerately closed the door.

The feudal society’s system was picked up again, with a new name to make it more high-sounding.

The team members lowered their heads and ate. The traitors had invested a lot of money, so there was plenty of meat and oil.

The singing of the Yao sisters, the crisp sound of the pipa, the melodious sound of the erhu, the slurping sound of eating rice, and the slurping sound of gulping wine were all in chaos.

It is normal in life that everyone speaks their own words and has nothing to do with each other.

After eating and drinking, Zhang Aiguo went out, followed by Gao Deli and Chang Youju.

You can occasionally hunt for wild food to vent your excess energy.

Some of the brothers are in poor condition, but since they have hope in life, they are reluctant to spend money and can only rely on traditional skills to solve their physiological problems.

As a leader, we must ensure all-round development of morality, intelligence and physical fitness, and have a deep understanding and frank appreciation of the skills of playing various musical instruments and singing.

The traitor was waiting at the door, cautiously, smoking a cigarette, his face full of thoughts.

"Taijun, why did you come out?"

As bright as summer flowers.

"The soldiers are enjoying your gifts. As a leader, it is inconvenient for me."

"Ah, look at how I handled this matter. I deserved to be beaten."

After saying this, he pretended to pat his face with his right hand.

How could I forget?

How are officers and soldiers the same?

It lowers the grade.

The traitor regretted it deeply, thinking that he was trying to curry favor with the wrong people. It should be the class above himself and the class below himself.

Everyone is equal, it’s okay to shout slogans, but if anyone really believes it, he is not a fool, but a person with brain damage.

He gritted his teeth in his heart but didn't say anything.

"Mayor Song, you are loyal to the Locust Army. Don't have too many ideas. We welcome more kind people. Dream of the Great East Co-Prosperity Sphere."

Zhang Aiguo rushed to speak up, let's leave this kind of small Karaka to the people behind

"Taijun, please follow me and move to the side hall."

The traitors were quite disgusted by the Japanese devils' behavior. When they first came two years ago, everything was good in their eyes. They even snatched the copper lock on the door and took away the prettier porcelain bowls. They were so useless.

But they have the truth in their hands. We can defeat them by force or argument. There is nothing we can do.

After Zhang Aiguo sat down and picked up the teacup, a small box was brought over by the servant.

"My Lady, this is just a small gift. It's not much of a token of respect, but please accept it!"

At a glance, there was about two hundred dollars in the bill, rolled up in red paper.

Without saying anything, he took a sip and then gently put down the teacup.

"You are indeed loyal to the Locust Army. You can be given more responsibilities. With your talent, it is a bit of a waste to be in one town."

Turning his head, Tao Youju walked forward, picked up the box and placed it at his feet.

There is no end to the traitors. When one falls, more traitors will stand up, each one worse than the other, and their vitality is comparable to that of corrupt officials.

It is impossible to distinguish whether it was forced or intentional. It is not like the detective team is composed of a group of hooligans who can kill indiscriminately.

Seeing the smile on Zhang Aiguo's face, Mayor Song felt relieved.

The idea of ​​officialism has been deeply rooted for thousands of years, and bureaucratic practices have persisted.

We are often deceived by scammers because we all want to make progress!

If there is even a tiny bit of hope, then those people are noble and must be respected.

What bullshit-ism?

Everything is done as a business. There is no such thing as the greediest, only greedier, and they are tirelessly pursuing profit maximization.

From ancient times to the present, the ranking of the four classes of scholars, farmers, merchants and artisans has not been important. Farmers have always been at the end, and farmers in the world have suffered for a long time.

As dynasties changed, it was always the farmers who made silent contributions, and were exploited and oppressed.

Forgetting the past means betrayal.

Zhang Aiguo thought that his group would not only live a comfortable life, but also be able to take advantage of the situation to fight the Japanese and eliminate many enemies.

An hour later, the convoy set off.

In the bleak wind, a group of traitors watched the convoy leave.

"Mayor Song, congratulations, you have been listed in the Locust Army, and promotion is just around the corner."

"Hehe, it's nothing. It's our duty to serve the Locust Army. We should take care of each other in the future."

"I hope Mayor Song will be promoted soon and help us."

"Everyone, we must be loyal and dedicated. I heard that Chairman Wang will soon take charge. I have connections and can pass on the message, but I need to arrange some things..."

Halfway through his words, Mayor Song turned around and walked back to the town office.

The rest of the people looked at each other in bewilderment, thinking that this was asking for benefits.

The wind blew past where they had stood without any hindrance, and the people had dispersed long ago.

"Boss, I didn't expect that pretending to be a devil would bring such rewards."

The driver smiled and sighed that this job included food and accommodation, and he was also provided with meals and wages.

“This is our national tragedy.”

Thinking of the frauds committed by the foreign devils in China, we were fooled and had no way to do anything to others. In the end, even the blacks dared to do whatever they wanted.

Do you really think that what Odebiao sent were bananas? Then they are all banana people who have been broken by niggers.

"beat"

The sound of gunfire was heard, and the Japanese and puppet troops who entered the ambush circle were caught off guard.

"Captain, the Japanese reinforcements have arrived. Two three-wheeled vehicles and a large truck. There are quite a few Japanese."

A scout ran back to the ambush position desperately.

"How far is it? How could this happen? We have confirmed that there are no large enemy forces nearby. We have been investigating for so long."

"Otherwise, let's withdraw."

"How to withdraw?"

"Order, throw all the grenades and end the battle as soon as possible."

The grenades made in the border area were smoking, and the Japanese soldiers were lying on the ground motionless.

After the smoke stopped, it didn't explode.

The little Japanese are angry, who are you trying to scare?

Ding ding dang dang! Another wave of grenades.

"boom"

A grenade exploded and broke into two pieces, with zero lethality, and a noise was heard.

"Captain, let's retreat. It's too late and we will be surrounded."

"Retreat, blow the horn."

Judging from the battle situation, it will take at least half an hour to end.

The guerrillas had no choice but to withdraw, feeling sad that their efforts were in vain.

The Japanese and traitors didn't care about anything else and rushed to the ambush position to finish off the dead and wounded soldiers.

The convoy slowly arrived at the ambush site.

A sergeant reacted and realized that these were reinforcements, so the guerrillas withdrew.

He ran over excitedly and saluted Zhang Aiguo who had just got off the car.

"I am a novice in water sports. Thank you for your tactical guidance. It's very troublesome."

"Shuishang, who is the other party?"

"Report, it's the guerrillas."

There were no urine-yellow corpses on the ground, only puppet soldiers and gray ones.

Without exception, the men in gray had been stabbed in the chest with a bayonet.

"very good!"

The team members on the truck jumped down one after another and held the pheasant's neck.

After the battle, the Japanese officers’ speeches were a standard routine.

"Water, gather the men."

"Hi Yi!"

He turned around and shouted at the top of his voice: "Assemble, line up."

But he did not notice the sarcasm on Zhang Yuanguo's face.