I want to be a good person

The Japanese got drunk from sake and beer, took off their military uniforms, and started dancing the turtle dance with ugly postures. They also sang creepy songs that made people feel uncomfortable.

Zhang Aiguo suppressed the urge to vomit.

Clap your hands together to keep the beat.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

At this moment, it felt like the most unbearable torture in the world. I felt mentally uncomfortable and physically tortured.

Fortunately, it was alcohol and lust that got to his face, otherwise he would have been exposed.

The Japanese knew how to toast, they would lower their cups, they would flatter, and the spirit of craftsmanship permeated into their lives.

The Japs ate and drank voraciously, and the aroma in the air made the puppet soldiers angry. The mixed-flour steamed bread in their hands was stuck in their throats, and they had never felt it so difficult to swallow.

The team members' anger reached its peak after eating and drinking.

The Japanese soldier Cao smiled obscenely and staggered with Zhang Aiguo into the locked house.

In this miserable world, four or five women hid inside, shivering from the cold, leaning against each other.

"They are the rescue team we captured."

The sergeant was full of boasting and pride, and would treat any officer who passed by to a treat.

The woman had become numb and it would be difficult for her to survive even if rescued. In an era when traditional etiquette and morality had not collapsed, her fate was extremely simple.

Unlike in the past, when there would be countless people to take over, female boxers do not feel ashamed but proud of it.

Both morality and humanity have fallen into an endless abyss.

"puff"

There was incense burning in the Japanese's room. In order to get a military blanket, the poor and low-spirited people had no choice but to drag the Japanese on the ground and stab them in the neck, piercing them from both sides.

The air was filled with the smell of blood, and ordinary puppet soldiers were still alive. When Zhang Aiguo counted the number of people, he only counted the Japanese devils, and did not count the puppet soldiers or his own people.

The blade of the Type 95 non-commissioned officer's sword was bent a little after being cut, and the consequence of excessive joy turned into sorrow, and his head was chopped off.

If you have enough food and drink, your trip to this world will not be in vain. Many of our compatriots die with empty stomachs.

The guns and ammunition were collected. The puppet army's bullet reserves were pitifully small, with only 10 bullets per person. In the eyes of the Japanese, this was purely a shoddy supply, and the battle still depended on the Japanese.

Gasoline was not found and the Japs were also short of it.

There was no casualty among the entire puppet army, except for one who injured his arm, and death was the only thing waiting for them.

If the Japs fight each other, the Japs will definitely not believe it?

There must be an explanation to both the inside and the outside world that the puppet troops are victims.

Shooting the puppet soldiers will cause them to become disloyal, and the survival ability of the old soldiers is beyond doubt.

Although there were riots among the Japanese, they were suppressed forcefully.

The relatives of the soldiers were controlled in Japan. Those who resisted and surrendered at the front were all shot on the home front, forcing the Japanese to fight to the death in the so-called "die with honour".

The Japanese devils were extremely cruel and brutal. They collected grain on the spot and levied heavy taxes just to get enough food. Even the township security chiefs and village heads who had surrendered long ago could not escape the levy of grain indiscriminately.

Zhang Aiguo did not miss any opportunity to plunder, and the stronghold was extremely clean.

If you don't have the conditions, you can make sausages from the Japanese soldiers' corpses and sell them to the Japs, which should be very profitable.

As the car bumped along, Zhang Aiguo looked at the scenery outside and thought about how to make good use of the corpses of the Japanese devils.

In addition to being used as fertilizer, it should be able to make soap. De San's scientific attitude is worth learning.

The convoy continued to move forward, aimlessly.

The truck was loaded with more and more supplies and was about to exceed its capacity.

We should learn from the Osaka Division and do business with the various guerrilla forces behind enemy lines, sell guns and ammunition to them, and if we squeeze a little, we will still make some money.

The convoy stopped at the foot of a small hill.

"Youju, change your clothes, take two brothers with you, and go to the village to find someone to sell the weapons and supplies."

“Yes, there will be buyers here?”

"Yes, look at this small mountain village. A tree tied with red cloth was just felled on the slope."

"Be careful. Tell them that we only want cash and gold. If that doesn't work, food will do."

"it is good."

Whenever three incense sticks are lit, the smoke becomes hazy and incredible things happen inexplicably.

For example, if the ocean is gone, the trucks will have more gasoline than can be burned, and the food will neither decrease nor increase, the only things that will be left are guns and ammunition.

Food is the key to survival in troubled times. Man is iron and rice is steel. If you don’t eat for a meal, you will be hungry.

The collapse of the national government was related to the loss of support from the grassroots people. Without the support of human, material and financial resources, how could it not be defeated?

As the War of Resistance entered a stalemate phase, the functions of the war zones became more diversified, their scale expanded, and their organizations became bloated. After the establishment of the Military Grain Bureau, the Grain Management Office and Grain Purchasing Committee were successively set up. Regardless of the harvest in years of famine, they forcibly demanded grain from the local areas.

They extorted military rations in the name of war and then sold them to the people at high prices, thus providing fertile ground for the people to turn to the Red Army.

Under the influence of the wartime idea of ​​"integration of military and politics", "military rule" gradually became factional.

Past grievances between factions catalyzed local military and political conflicts, leading to open confrontation and mutual buck-passing between the two sides.

Until its defeat in the war, the Nationalist government failed to achieve the goal of "nationalizing the army."

Chang Youju and his two companions arrived at the entrance of the village and raised the white flag.

“Is this a surrender?”

"I've never heard of the surrendering Japanese. Could it be a trick?"

"What are you afraid of? We are on our own land. If it doesn't work, we can bring them in to fight. Have you sent a message in the mountains?"

"It's delivered. Do you want to wait for the troops in the mountains to come out before we talk?"

"No, why should we be afraid of it? It's the first time we see the devils waving white flags. Let's go and see them."

"Captain, be careful."

"It's okay. Not all the Japanese are afraid of death. The political commissar said that some of them are also unwilling to fight."

After saying that, he took out a worn-out box gun and handed it over.

"Hold it for me."

Bullets are more valuable than human lives, and guns are even more valuable.

There are four ways for guerrillas behind enemy lines to obtain guns: one is to borrow from landlords, two is to get them from puppet soldiers, three is to buy them on their own, and four is to make them themselves.

"What do you do?"

"We are the search team's work. We can sell our guns to you for money or gold."

I speak Concordia language awkwardly. I am obviously Chinese, but I feel uncomfortable biting my tongue.

"Selling weapons?"

The captain was stunned, realizing that he was here to do business.

"Osaka Division, weapons are working."

Give the Osaka Division a gilded badge, they will go to the Pacific Ocean next year to beat up the Americans.

Just because the five-star general looked down on businessmen, 8 troops were destroyed.

"You can go and have a look."

"Wait for me, I'll go back and tell you."

"Yoshi, hurry up."

The captain ran away. What was going on?

I can't make up my mind and need to report to my superiors, but I can get some intelligence on the enemy.

"Captain, did the Japs give you any trouble?"

"No, they are here to sell weapons. I will go over and investigate to see if I can eat them."

"Okay, then be careful."

When we met for the second time, the Japanese were not in a hurry at all. They were still waiting patiently. It was strange.

A heavy machine gun position was set up on the hill, and there were two Type 99 light machine guns, ammunition boxes and all kinds of supplies at the foot of the slope.

Hanyang-made, Zhongzheng-made and Czech ZB26 light machine guns, with ten-shot box guns stacked together.

The captain was delighted and envied.

“Are these for sale?”

"Sell."

"And these."

The military blanket, shoulder bag, belt, and bullet box, all looked dazzling and full of desire, leaving only passion.

Heartbeat accelerated, breathing abnormal!