I want to be a good person

Vehicles started outside the gate, waiting to leave.

Two Type 70 tricycles, a Toyota KB truck, and a Nissan sedan in the middle.

The Type 99 light machine gun in the boat-shaped sidecar occasionally emitted small bursts of fire. The canvas roof covered the truck, and there was also a Type 99 light machine gun mounted at the back, which fired continuously.

Zhang Aiguo's face was a little pale. He poured some sulfa on the wound and simply tied it with a piece of white gauze.

Seeing Zhang Aiguo coming out, Gao Deli quickly ran over to greet him.

They blew up the power supply system as planned. The purpose of the action was not to destroy the system but to bring about its impact.

"Boss, you are injured."

I was horrified when I saw the bandaged arm, but I couldn't let my backbone fall.

"Go immediately and charge out of the city. Prepare grenades and hand grenades."

"Get in the car first."

"it is good."

"puff"

"when"

Zhang Aiguo’s eyes went dark and he fell down.

"Damn it, hurry up, retreat."

Two people ran over to the side of the truck, grabbed Zhang Aiguo and threw him into the car.

With a strong push on the accelerator, the convoy started moving.

"Snapped"

Another gunshot was heard, the crisp sound of a Type 38 rifle.

The convoy did not bother to fight back and rushed forward quickly.

There are nineteen people, one of them has fallen, and there are several injured brothers.

"Is there any medicine?"

Gao Deli felt his hands and feet were cold and he felt scared.

I kept telling myself to stay calm, stay calm.

We are all united around Zhang Aiguo. If something happens, what will we do next?

The convoy fired bullets more frequently.

Anyone who rushes out, no matter who they are, will be shot first.

The man on the motorcycle led the way, and there were brothers on the truck, holding submachine guns to guard both sides.

The Japanese behind were already catching up with the screams of ghosts, firing their Type 99 rifles non-stop and throwing grenades without hesitation.

Two legs can't keep up with four wheels, especially on the roads in big cities.

The nearest gate is Zhongshan Gate, where the Japanese have set up a wired telephone.

The wooden fences and chevaux de frise had already been set up, and the puppet soldiers had set up their guns and hid in sandbag bunkers.

The team had no extra words to say, the only thing they wanted to do was to rush out.

"touch, touch"

Two grenades flew up in succession from the boat-shaped sidecar of the second motorcycle.

"boom"

The explosions kept coming and the landing points were not precise, but this thing was very deterrent.

The continuous grenade bombardment forced the puppet troops guarding the gate to retreat.

The other side is all wearing shit-yellow military uniforms, three suits, senior generals' cars, and escort trucks. What kind of configuration is this?

The money earned is not much, and the only money issued is military bills. Why bother?

Everyone has a scale in their heart. How the economy develops and how the world changes is nothing more than the prevalence or restraint of selfishness.

Two men jumped from the truck and moved the wooden fence around the barbed wire.

"boom,"

If the puppet army fired randomly and did nothing, the Japanese would punish them by firing randomly.

A team member fell down, foaming with blood from his mouth.

Another team member got anxious and took out a grenade and threw it out.

He carried the injured team member on his back and ran towards the truck, and the person above helped him climb up.

The convoy started again and soon disappeared into the night.

Behind them is an even more chaotic city, and there are puppet soldiers who stand up without hesitation, keep shooting, and are dedicated to their work.

"Baga, what a shame, you all need to commit suicide."

It was inevitable that the Japanese would be furious. The joy that had just been building up was slapped twice in the face with loud and crisp sounds.

Don't think that the Japanese are lifeless, they also have emotions and desires.

Putting aside the reaction in the city, chaos is inevitable.

In the car, Gao Deli found a lot of sulfonamides and medical gauze from the bag carried by Zhang Aiguo.

In fact, Gao Deli and other leaders also had some medical supplies in their bags. Fighting is a life-threatening thing.

Only by preparing early can we reduce the number of deaths.

There is never a shortage of people, but what is lacking are loyal and useful people.

Most of those who die on the battlefield are those who are afraid of death. Only the selfless are fearless, and the ignorant are also fearless.

I hurriedly poured some anti-inflammatory medicine on my hands and feet, pressed them, and the bleeding stopped.

"Is the boss okay?"

"He had a penetrating wound and was unconscious. He was shot twice today."

The bullet enters from the back, passes through the front under the collarbone, and goes upward, breaking the collarbone, which is what martial artists often call the scapula bone.

"what should we do?"

Yes, what should I do?

Gao Deli was distracted for a moment and couldn't make up his mind.

Gunshot wounds must be treated. Which doctor should I go to?

Will I be reported?

Where will I recuperate again?

The convoy rushed along the road, guided by the stars, with an unclear destination.

"Honk, pull over."

The brother driving the car honked the horn, two long and one short.

The convoy stopped.

The team members came running over.

"How's the boss?"

Everyone talking at once, concerned about the situation, anxious and impatient inquiries gave Gao Deli confidence.

What a team fears most is that people lose morale, which makes it difficult to lead them.

"Brothers, the boss was shot with a penetrating wound. He just fainted temporarily. I applied medicine. The boss prepared sulfamethoxazole and anti-inflammatory medicine for everyone in advance. Everyone will treat the wound later. Let's rest for a while."

The exciting battle is over, and fatigue and soreness come as expected.

"Captain, Zhang Shaohua is dying."

"Ok?"

"When I was at the city gate, I was shot in the lung by the puppet army. There was no time for treatment."

"Take me to see it."

Gao Deli gritted his teeth and stood up. Everyone's skills had improved, but their endurance had decreased. There was no way to train their physical fitness like when they were in the army.

This means that you can fight a quick encounter, but once you are dragged into the battlefield and it becomes an offense and defense, the whole army will be wiped out.

"The rest of them maintained the guns and loaded the bullets."

When we got to the back of the truck, the man was already dead.

Heartache is inevitable, but now is not the time to deal with it.

"Two men go get some water. There are tin buckets in the truck."

He lit the lantern, found a piece of cloth, washed himself, and changed into casual clothes.

Zhang Aiguo's preparations thrown into the Nissan 70 sedan.

Injuries are inevitable in war, so we not only prepared medicine, but also two or three sets of clothes, shoes and socks.

When preparing these, the brothers were still full of gratitude. At least they would not abandon them and bury them in the earth.

The idea was simple. Those who died fighting the Japanese would not be buried in their shit-yellow military uniforms. That would be an insult. They wanted their brothers to go in a decent and dignified manner.

The pit was dug, three dollars and an identity certificate were placed on it, and it was wrapped tightly with oil paper. There was no grave mound, only a small tree.

The convoy continued on the road, and it wouldn't be long before dawn.

The enemy's search must have covered a wide area. At a speed of 50 to 60 kilometers per hour, the distance covered in five hours was quite a distance.

The further south you go, the more mountains there are, and the inexplicable cries in the wilderness are very creepy.

Everywhere was dark and dead silent.

In the east, the sky was pale and a ray of bright light was dazzling.