I want to be a good person

"Baka, Baka."

Seven or eight Japanese devils were waving wooden sticks and hitting us on the head.

The crowd was quickly dispersed, with seven or eight people falling to the ground.

The Japanese took a look and pointed out some people at random.

The fallen people were carried out of the cabin. Some of them were still breathing and not dead yet, but the Japanese didn't care.

How can we forgive the Japanese for trampling on human nature?

For the remaining Japanese soldiers, we organized people to distribute steamed buns, which became their private property once on board. If too many of them died, the Japanese soldiers escorting them would be held responsible.

It was just intentional just now, and the purpose was to divide people. Once there is a conflict between people, it is difficult to resolve it.

When conflicts arise at home and cannot be resolved, the only option is to divert them abroad, which means starting a war.

The Japanese are like this, the Americans are like this, the British are like this, the red-haired people are like this, and the Germans are the same. War is just a means, an excuse. There is no distinction between good and evil.

After all, the world is ruled by the one with the stronger fist, and justice is achieved by the winner.

A few buckets of water a day, each person drinks a sip, it's fine as long as you don't die.

"Brother, take it out."

A group of people surrounded Zhang Aiguo, looking as vicious as local thugs. At first glance, they looked like messengers of justice.

"What? I don't understand."

"If you don't understand, then I'll make you understand."

As soon as he finished speaking, a high whip kick came towards his neck.

If this is hit hard, the person will become limp immediately.

Zhang Aiguo clenched his fists into an offensive posture and kicked the opponent's supporting leg with a faster whip kick.

The latecomer arrives first.

"bang"

"Paji"

He lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.

He took advantage of the situation, lowered his legs, tightened the arch of his left leg, and kicked the opponent in the face.

"Don't mess with me, get out of here."

What to pretend to be?

Once you arrive on the island, you will realize how difficult life is. If it weren't for the desire to go home, few people would be able to return to their homeland alive.

At this time, with the future uncertain, are you still thinking about dividing into classes and forming cliques, without realizing your situation after getting off the ship?

Not really.

He probably still had a lucky mentality, thinking of surrendering to the Japanese and becoming a supervisor or something.

What are you daydreaming about?

Judging from their ferocious appearance and vicious actions, they don't treat people as human beings.

Zhang Aiguo has read relevant reports. The workers' miserable conditions are beyond words. It must be the eighteenth level of hell.

Where some people eat, others go hungry. Today, there is definitely no one who cannot eat cold steamed bread.

There were waves on the sea and the wind blew. The boat shook violently, jumping high and then falling heavily.

The laborers in the cabin suffered greatly, being only separated from the waves by a thin layer of iron sheet.

The ups and downs of the waves stir up the crowd.

Zhang Aiguo grabbed an iron ring beside him tightly to avoid the same rhythm.

The smell of vomit, the sour smell, the crying and shouting, the heart-wrenching sobbing.

"Mother, mother~!"

“Juan, Juan~!”

"The son is unfilial."

"Father~"

After an unknown amount of time, the ship returned to calm.

The laborers were rolling all over the floor. Zhang Aiguo felt like he was pickled in salt and his hair was full of sour smell.

The tough guy couldn't stand it, so he didn't need to pretend and completely blended into the crowd.

I couldn’t see the sunset or the moonrise, I couldn’t tell the time, I was like a walking corpse, but as the day got brighter, I accepted my fate.

Even those who were boastful on the first day realized that if the result is already determined, there is no point in trying.

Zhang Aiguo felt that he had lost his spirit and was also helpless.

The ship never stopped, continuing its journey in wind and rain.

He glanced around with a look of pity, and realized that there were no comrades among those who had shared weal and woe.

We'll see how the situation develops then. At worst we can just provide a batch of guns and leave it to fate.

He closed his eyes silently and continued to sit cross-legged in meditation, with his head lowered and no one in sight.

I heard the whistle again, we had reached the shore.

Free things are always the most expensive, and what you get is not proportional to what you pay.

"Hey, hurry up."

A rope was tied around Zhang Aiguo’s left arm, and they were divided into groups of ten.

I looked up at the sky. It was very blue and the sun was not very big.

Long-lost acquaintances.

You are about to become a little poisonous person, are you happy?

He grinned.

They were driven into a yard, waiting for the Japanese to come and take them away.

It didn't take long before hundreds of people were dispersed and transported by trucks and trains.

Zhang Aiguo was riding in a truck. Although one of his arms was tied, it did not affect his ability to throw the things away.

There were many Japanese soldiers unloading goods, and Zhang Aiguo was walking at the end of the team.

The door and windows of the lounge were wide open. It was hot and draughty, but there was no ghost inside.

"whoosh"

A tube of drug testing material was thrown in.

"Snapped"

There was a crisp sound.

He raised his right hand and stretched out his hair under the fork with one hand.

The idea of ​​a prank, the best one would be the plague, the railway is a transit point, so it would spread quickly.

The truck with its mouth open rolled forward with white smoke billowing out.

Several Japanese loaders walked into the lounge and supplemented their identities.

"what is this?"

curiosity kills the cat.

Broken glass.

"Xiaoqiao, is it yours?"

"Inugo, it's not mine."

"That's strange. Who broke it? Why do you feel so uneasy?"

"Are you tired lately?"

The little poison man was wondering whether he should leave work early.

"Okay, Urine House, time to go to work."

Five or six poisonous men left, and people kept coming in and out of the lounge, spreading to the surrounding areas as the Japs moved.

The man who contracted the virus was completely unaware that the virus has an incubation period and people's resistance to it is strong or weak.

A mouse stood up from its hole and ran around in the lounge looking for food scraps left by its lunch box.

The train stopped at a major station to add water and coal, and to load and unload goods. Zhang Aiguo and others in the carriage were given a steamed bun.

On the platform, a woman in a nuclear suit took small steps, holding her child's hand, smiling happily, and pointing at the carriage where Zhang Aiguo was.

It really attracts a lot of attention.

I looked at the distance and it was about twenty or thirty meters away.

They are laughing happily and could be happier.

The world is not worth it, you should be free from it as soon as possible. I am willing to lend a helping hand.

If you promise to lend a helping hand, then keep your promise. Only then can you be a good person.

Zhang Aiguo, who was at the outermost edge, raised his hands vigorously again.

A cholera tube drew a beautiful arc in the air and spun down onto the platform.

Another typhoid tube was thrown over.

Zhang Aiguo didn’t know whether it actually worked or whether it needed to be cultivated with whale blubber, but he thought it would be useful.

You can keep anything except viruses.

The big cities have complicated routines. Once an epidemic breaks out, they will isolate and control it. The reaction will definitely be like the great man's strategy of surrounding the cities with the countryside.

The most effective way to spread the news is through transportation lines, and the Japanese do have well-developed railway transportation.

Can't wait any longer.

There are no more than three things.

If we continue along this line, all the laborers will die. The Japanese medical skills are worthy of praise.

"Fellow villagers, do you know where we are being sent?"

Zhang Aiguo, who had been meditating, stood up.

It aroused suspicion among many people.

"We are going to send them to mine, where they are in great danger of death. Do you know the coal miners? They are even worse than them. What should we do?"

A numbness, a heaving chest, and rolling eyes.

The person is still alive, but also dead.

It is difficult to persuade a damned person with kind words. The wind blew through the carriage, taking away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Have illusions about the enemy?

When will you understand that surrender means half the loss!