I want to be a good person

"Just now I really wanted to shoot him in the head, what a boast."

The shooter named Zhu Wei said with a smile.

"The boss disagrees. The anti-Japanese troops will not kill each other. If a fight really breaks out, even though they have a large number of people, they are really not a good team."

"They are the ones who oppress the people. They are a local ragtag army with terrible military discipline. Dog meat is not good enough for human consumption."

Coming from a regular army, he still had some identification with the National Government, at least they had not been short of food and wages. After the Battle of Nanjing, he was somewhat disappointed with his generals and became disheartened.

At noon, a large number of remote small villages were burned down. In order to cut off the food source of the resistance forces behind enemy lines, the Japanese devils frantically created no-man's land, and the abandoned fertile fields were heartbreaking.

Weather is the biggest opponent of guerrilla warfare behind enemy lines, and food supply is a stumbling block to development.

Soup was boiling in the hanging pot, dried radish and meat were bubbling, and green smoke was rising into the sky.

"Boss, there are enemies."

A police sentry ran back and reported quickly.

"Devils or puppet troops?"

Zhang Aiguo took a sip of Kirin beer, liquid bread, good nutrition.

Everyone has fallen in love with drinking beer, and drivers continue to drink, but there has been no drunk driving law introduced so far.

"It's a mixed group. There's a three-wheeled vehicle, about a dozen Japanese soldiers, and about a hundred puppet soldiers. The line is quite long."

"A sweep?"

"The purpose is unclear."

"Get ready, get ready, let's eat after the fight."

With the use of the leapfrog tactics, the scheming frog jumped around without knowing front, back, left, or right, and during this time, it destroyed a stronghold and a checkpoint.

The team was active, and the Japanese sent people to chase them randomly.

The passing geese leave their voices, and the passing people leave their names.

There will always be some traces left.

Without supplies, the Japanese could not find a place to stay and could only look for a needle in a haystack and pin their hopes on God.

The nonchalant approach made the team members feel relaxed.

"Attack the sergeant first!"

“Then beat the officer.”

"Don't worry about the puppet troops. They will run away as soon as the guns are fired. It's the little Japanese who are hard to deal with."

Sergeant is a military rank re-established by the Japanese in 29, also known as corporal, service private, which is higher than private first class and lower than corporal.

It was a small trick completely out of the need for both carrots and sticks to ease the rebellious psychology of the Japanese soldiers who were willing to serve indefinitely.

Cannon fodder can only play the role of consuming bullets under iron-blooded supervision. Puppet army?

If you can surrender the first time, you can surrender the second time, and countless times.

The red side just keeps killing monsters and upgrading from the puppet army, brushing off equipment, making every effort to strengthen itself bit by bit.

The Japanese sergeant sat in the boat-shaped sidecar, leaning on the Type 95 non-commissioned officer's sword in both hands, and his attitude was extremely arrogant.

It has a full beard, single eyelids, a small head and a thick body, a bit like the pistol holster it comes with.

The Japanese soldiers were in an orderly formation, with guns on their right shoulders and their footsteps made regular clattering sounds.

Two rows of puppet soldiers were lagging behind, their yellow uniforms and hats worn crookedly, and they were obviously not as strong as the Japanese.

Napoleon once said that a soldier does not walk on his legs but on his stomach.

Corn and grain steamed buns, two meals a day. Some people say that the puppet soldiers eat white flour buns every day. The only ones who can see meat are the officers, who have special meals. The soldiers can't even dream of eating.

"clap clap"

The crisp sound of gunfire was like the sound of frying beans on the second day of the second lunar month, crackling and emitting fire.

The fire was raging.

At least three shots hit the sergeant, and three little red flowers hung on his chest.

A little bit proud.

Zhang Aiguo did not find an opportunity to perform.

The three-wheel twisted and plunged into a ditch. The driver fell headfirst and the engine died.

"cluck"

"Da da da"

The gunshot was a signal, and the machine gun fired at the devils, saying that the puppet army was too low-class and did not deserve to enjoy it.

Zhang Aiguo also suffers from the fear of insufficient firepower, and it is quite serious.

"Attack, attack."

Why don’t the Japanese non-commissioned officers put plaster flags on their guns?

Are you afraid of receiving special treatment?

The rank insignia on the collar could not be seen from a distance, and only the pistol and saber were left.

Although the gunfire was fierce, only a few Japanese soldiers were actually killed.

As soon as the gun fired, the Japanese soldiers lay on the ground, forming a skirmish line and split into small groups.

The corporal, sergeant, and even the private each led a group of three-headed ghosts, standing in a triangle with 2 in front and 1 in the back, alternating between advancing and covering each other, advancing layer by layer, and alternating between covering the attack.

The machine gun team lay down with the magazine inserted, and positioned themselves to the side of the frontmost team, firing at each other.

The average educational level of the Japanese soldiers was that of a primary school graduate. They underwent strict and brutal training, mastered the rhythm of the battlefield, and were able to attack and defend at will and advance and retreat freely.

"One of our own, don't shoot."

The attacked party cried out loudly, like the cry of a cuckoo.

Zhang Aiguo put down the binoculars, turned to Gao Deli and said, "The Japanese are really good. When they were attacked, they quickly deployed their formation to counterattack. They pretended to be ignorant even though they knew the truth."

"Yes, under equal conditions, we really can't beat the Japs. The battlefield behind enemy lines is not easy."

"They fire a lot in training, but for us, it's good for new recruits to fire a few rounds to get familiar with the movements."

"However, we Chinese are invincible. God bless China!"

As expected before the war, when the puppet army heard the gunshots, the locust army quarreled among themselves and did not participate, but lay quietly on the ground. Anyway, they could just raise their hands and surrender and get a meal.

He had already thought of an excuse, mistaking it for a locust army and lacking judgment.

"Captain, is this a locust army fighting a locust army? There are also pheasant necks."

"When dogs bite each other, they are all covered in fur. You fake devils, we are here to make a living, so be quick and do what you tell us to do. Don't cause trouble. If something goes wrong, I will skin you alive."

"Great! The captain is really great. He didn't even shoot us. I'll pass the message back immediately. Staying alive is the most important thing."

The order was quickly passed back, to remain restrained and not fire the first shot to avoid getting into trouble.

They are fighting the Japanese devils. What does it have to do with us? There's no need to get involved.

The worst that can happen is that I'll get slapped a few times afterwards. I'm used to it anyway.

Be prudent and protect yourself. As long as you don't risk your life, everything else is just external things.

The puppet soldiers were very honest and stayed close to the ground, not caring at all about the coldness of the earth.

Zhang Aiguo looked at the puppet army and silently gave them a thumbs up, saying that they were indeed little helpers in killing monsters and upgrading, and they were not good at fighting.

A gun is a gun, a person is a person, they have nothing to do with each other.

The emotional value is output steadily and uninterruptedly, just like UPS.

The Japanese soldiers happily competed to wear the little red flowers and could not help but shed their blood for the earth.

"Get up and get in line."

Under the threat of the Type 99 light machine gun, the puppet soldiers raised their hands high and stood up obediently.

The people were in a long snake formation, and the guns were in disarray.

There were more than a hundred puppet soldiers, all of them Chinese, so they could only end it by leapfrogging, and there was no need to hide.

Killing one's own people is not something that ordinary people would do, and Zhang Aiguo knew he couldn't do it.

"Who's the commander?"

"Reporting, I am Qian Duocai, the captain of the first brigade of the public security maintenance army. Please give me your instructions, sir."

"How many of you are here? Why are there so few?"

"Report, brother, it's just routine operation, routine operation."

Captain Qian smiled awkwardly, without a trace of embarrassment.

According to the organization, a puppet army battalion had about 300 people. After surrendering to the Japanese, they brought the fine traditions of the national army with them without any change and persevered.

Zhang Aiguo thought about it and was speechless.

Talented people, in order to make money, they would give up everything!