I want to be a good person

The Toyota AA car was driving steadily on the road, and it was already showing signs of being big on the outside but thin on the inside. In order to save fuel and increase power, the Japanese went to extremes to save resources, starting with the aerial lighter.

The captain's military street is already the ceiling for most ghosts, and it is basically impossible to go any further.

Unless he is a ghost representing a big family, or a white glove of a chaebol.

The safest thing to do was to wear a military rank, and thanks to his fluent bird language, he didn't get into any trouble.

Cars are indeed much more comfortable than motorcycles. There is no wind, sun, or inspection.

The strict social class attributes made it easy for the spread of tiny viruses. Baggage inspections and metal detector searches did not occur. Everything happened so naturally.

Zhang Aiguo has explored many ways to do good deeds and bring warmth, but he must not hurt himself.

The faces and clothes are changing, but the location of the photos remains the same. The camera is taking pictures of the name of the train station, always to keep a memory.

We just passed Okayama and Hyogo, which considerately put down three viruses: typhoid, cholera and plague. Zhang Aiguo did not stay for too long because the train was faster than the cars on the road.

If the Japanese carrying the virus have arrived before everyone arrives, it would be terrible and embarrassing.

In front of us is Kyoto, also known as Heian-kyo, which is known as the thousand-year-old capital of Japan. It was built in imitation of Chang'an and Luoyang during the Sui and Tang dynasties in China.

The car circled for a long time, looking for places where there were dense crowds of ghosts. Many restaurants on both sides of the road were doing very poorly. Zhang Aiguo was very happy, but his economy was not doing well.

This is the largest restaurant, with quite a few customers coming in and out, and vehicles parked in front of the door.

It should be a so-called designated restaurant. Zhang Aiguo stopped the car, straightened his military uniform and smoothed out the wrinkles.

He put on his hat and walked over.

"Welcome. It's our first meeting. Please take care of me."

The low posture makes people feel proud. "

"Pork bone noodles, good weather, ..."

Zhang Aiguo ordered a bunch of things.

When the food was served, there was no iron spoon on the table.

"Baga, do we have no money? Why are we using such tableware? Did the warriors fight outside? Is this what they encountered when they came back?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, forgive me."

The Japanese in the house heard the noise and looked over here.

The loud noise attracted the chef's attention.

"I'm so sorry, we only have wooden cutlery."

The chef wiped the sweat off his face and ran over, carefully apologizing.

The explanation in a whisper is that the operation is not what the merchant wants.

After learning more about the situation, it turned out that when the war started, the National Mobilization General Act was implemented, and for more than two years, important materials were supplied first to military-owned enterprises.

Metals, rubber, cotton, fuel oil, heavy oil, etc. are all controlled by the "ticket system" (supplied by tickets).

There isn't even an iron spoon in the restaurant, all the spoons are either bamboo or wood.

Zhang Aiguo thought this was a good thing.

His attitude gradually relaxed and he lowered his head.

"I'm sorry, please forgive my impudence."

"No problem, enjoy your meal."

Zhang Aiguo finished his meal amidst a crowd of inquiring gazes.

After paying the bill and walking out the door, two muscular plainclothes officers were waiting for me.

"Captain, excuse me, we are from the Kyoto Military Police."

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Your remarks just now violated the restraining order."

"But I just got back."

"Just came back? From where?"

"The China battlefield."

"Your certificate."

The plainclothes military police read through the pages one by one, very carefully.

It's broken and won't stand up to close scrutiny.

Fake, will always be fake, it is a case of misidentification, don't be too fussy about it.

"You know, sugar and matches are now on coupon."

The military police on the other end were chatting, trying to divert Zhang Aiguo's attention.

"Really? That's really inconvenient."

"The cabinet calls on those who practice strict economy and focus resources on fighting the war. We will definitely win."

"Suzuki-kun, we need you to come back with us to the Military Police Headquarters."

"why?"

The other party put the certificate into the upper left pocket of Type B national uniform.

"We now suspect that you don't have enough understanding of the current situation. We will admonish you according to the law. Come with us."

The certificate has not been returned, which is more suspicious. It has not been processed. What went wrong?

"Okay, I'll go with you."

The military police took out handcuffs and tried to put them on.

"You are insulting the warriors of the Empire. Do you think I am guilty?"

"Sergeant, please be aware of your rank and you are responsible for your actions."

Zhang Aiguo shouted loudly.

In broad daylight, Zhang Aiguo did not dare to take action. There were many pedestrians on the road, most of them were old ghosts. But they were handcuffed, and even if they could be removed, they would not cooperate obediently. The Japanese officers had a bad temper.

After his firm insistence, the two gendarmes, one with a red face and the other with a black face, finally gave him face.

Being caught in the middle, why isn't there anything new?

Everyone likes to put the suspect in the middle so they don’t have to worry about him suddenly attacking.

Zhang Aiguo was sitting in the sidecar of a Black Iron 95 three-wheeled motorcycle. As the motorcycle started, he was wondering what to do.

No matter how powerful a person is, he cannot fight against the state's violent machinery. The right thing to do is to attack from behind.

Perhaps the Japanese were in a hurry, or perhaps they wanted to show off, so they drove along a main road, twisted the handlebars, and took a shortcut.

When Zhang Aiguo saw it, he was surprised and thought, "Thank God you are here."

The throttle of the motorcycle cannot be kept turned all the time. The speed in the alley was slowly reduced, and the brake was applied lightly just now.

"Pfft!"

A bayonet suddenly appeared, stabbed into the left side of the waist, and twisted lightly.

The military policeman sitting in the back seat was stunned. Where did the knife come from?

I haven’t figured it out yet, and I probably won’t be able to figure it out in the future.

There was a pain in the left side of the waist, followed by colic.

The motorcycle was pressed against the wall and the engine stalled.

There was no time to lose, Zhang Aiguo didn't bother to clean up and put it away first.

Pretending nothing had happened, I walked back the way I came. The car was still parked there.

A charcoal bus passed by on the main road, as well as a Type 80 truck, belching smoke, comparable to the charcoal vehicles in our country.

The driver drove very carefully, at a speed faster than animal power. When he stopped to turn, he braked lightly. Was he afraid of tire wear?

Due to the high-pressure control of the Japanese, no wonder there are no smiling faces on the roads. The backlash of the unfavorable war situation has seriously affected the small country of Japan.

There were many slogans posted and ideological education was not relaxed.

Zhang Aiguo bought a newspaper, and apart from publicizing his great achievements, the rest of it called for frugality, dedication to the country, and the purchase of wartime government bonds.

The national conscription order was interpreted again, which is actually the implementation of compulsory labor and the integration of companies and enterprises.

Ugh.

Zhang Aiguo sighed. The Japanese had a hard time walking from Fukuoka to now.

If the Wang Puppet Regime had not made a comeback and extended its life, the Republic of China would not have survived the 39th year of the Republic of China, and the Japanese anti-war sentiment would still have had a market.

War is a test of comprehensive national strength, which depends on industrial production and organizational capabilities. All other things, such as passion, risking one's life, strategizing, various ingenious strategies, and numerous plans, are nothing but clouds in the face of strength and cannot change the course of the war.

With no strength to continue, he had to grit his teeth and hold on, like a gambler at the end of his rope, with only one option left: all in.

How much resources, manpower and material resources are needed to deal with the outbreak?

The virus can take off the crotch part and reveal little Kun Kun.

Are you ready?

Zhang Aiguo looked and wondered which one was bigger, God or the Yamata no Ooten...

"bang"

Thunder in the dry land!