I want to be a good person

"Do you need our help?"

"No, thank you."

"Oh, it seems the motorcycle broke down, and gasoline is hard to come by."

"Really? I asked the officer for help."

"Wow, Lieutenant Ikeda seems to be quite capable."

"You are too kind. I haven't asked for your name yet."

"I'm Shoichi Kawada, please take care of me."

The Kawada devil had one hand behind his back and stretched out the other as if to help.

"Let me take a look."

"click"

The handcuffs were handcuffed to the handlebars, and Zhang Aiguo's hands retracted in an instant, faster than the glans of his penis retracted.

The Japs' actions failed.

All that was left was a crisp sound.

"Snapped"

The bullet penetrated between the eyebrows, and a streak of bright red flowed down.

The Japanese military police had great power. Now they felt a little regretful. They should have acted like the navy. The army's military police could not control the navy's idiots.

The only thing is that the clothes are a little small, and it is really hard to find ones that fit. The short boots are simply impossible to wear. They are all distributed uniformly, and you can't buy them yourself like army officers.

Once they had fired, there was no turning back. Yu Guangzhong and the Japanese were only stunned for a moment before they reacted immediately.

He turned around and fired two box guns in turn, knocking down the Japanese soldier who was rushing over first. He was at least three seconds faster, firing three shots per second, and every shot hit the chest.

It takes at least 3 seconds from opening the holster buckle, pulling out the gun, pulling the bolt, to raising the gun and firing.

Between life and death, every second counts.

After touching the body, he took off the military police's armband with black letters on a white background and stepped on the starter lever several times, but the engine did not start.

Damn, are you kidding me?

Is there something wrong with the spark plug?

It is impossible to find the answer now, all I can say is that it happened at a very bad time.

The route must be reselected.

The most dangerous place is the safest. It seems that we can only play in the dark.

After much deliberation, Zhang Aiguo replaced his motorcycle with a two-wheeled bicycle, and also changed his clothes and appearance.

There was a thin rut, winding and grey, and snow was beginning to fall again.

The damn Japanese devils are actually covered with snow to cover up their crimes. It must be the evil wind from North America that crossed the vast Pacific Ocean.

In a village far away in the countryside, every house with thatched roof had its doors closed.

Halfway through the journey, I remembered that I couldn't brew and drink the bitter wine myself. The virus had already been released, so I could only choose to hide and head towards Yonezawa.

The southern part of Yonezawa is mountainous. When you reach the foot of the mountain, there are no Japanese soldiers working in the fields.

There are few ghosts in the desolate mountains and wilderness. Zhang Aiguo climbed halfway up the mountain and saw nothing but white, without any moving objects.

We chose a small open space and built a small wooden house on the ground. Seeing the Japanese's environmental protection efforts reminded me of the destructive plunder and the irreversible damage to the environment and ecology.

Who will be responsible?

What else can’t the devils plunder?

Timber, gold, silver, grain, coal mines, if you count them on your fingers, one hand is not enough, you have to add your toes.

We should take a break. Now we have no purpose or direction. There are only a few viruses left in the space, and the stored samples are almost used up.

Where to go?

In the cold season, people get energy from food, light iron stoves, and the mountain breeze blows away the faint smoke.

Pick up a cup of tea, savoring the fragrance and aftertaste, the final virus must be used on the tip of the knife, lightly picking the vital points, pursuing the greatest results.

Wu Gang suddenly jumped above the sea of ​​​​heart.

The southwestern part of Honshu Island, surrounded by mountains on three sides and the sea on one side, is only ten kilometers away from the familiar city of Hiroshima. It is now responsible for the repair and construction of the Japanese fleet. It has the largest naval shipyard and manufactures most of the current main battleships, such as the Yamato Hotel under construction.

This is where the most value lies.

Zhang Aiguo put down his teacup, without thinking any more, determined his goal, and prepared to eat and rest.

However, there was one more thing that needed to be dealt with first. He took out the Type 95 black iron, removed the spark plug and wiped it clean with cotton cloth, then checked the oil in the tank and slowly filled it up.

The wind blew through the treetops, carrying with it strange cries.

In the empty forest, the roar of the engine suddenly sounded, and the motorcycle returned to normal.

When Zhang Aiguo woke up from his dream, the snow was still falling outside, the wind was still howling, and the night was gray.

The time shown on the watch was two o'clock in the morning.

Are there any dedicated Japanese soldiers on duty and guarding the local area?

Zhang Aiguo took out his Harley-Davidson motorcycle and started it.

Then I wrapped myself tightly. In the ice and snow, although the car was comfortable, it was prone to rollover accidents and was not as fast as a motorcycle.

Now is the time to prepare for the post-war period. If we want people not to forget history and these humiliating years, we should build an exhibition hall and display all the weapons of the Japanese invaders.

Purposeful displays will always awaken some people and make them remember the blood feud.

Zhang Aiguo, who was clear-minded, adjusted the choke, stepped on it, and started the motorcycle.

Take out the map, use the compass to determine the direction, and run forward without hesitation.

People return home on a snowy night, bringing hope and fire.

The journey of more than 1000 kilometers is a huge challenge for Zhang Aiguo. Although the journey is long, he will eventually reach his destination.

The only things on the island that are not lacking are mountains and hills, which hide during the day and come out at night.

Five days later, Zhang Aiguo crossed his legs, took off his Type 5 goggles, wiped the secretions from the corners of his eyes with his hands, and felt tired and had a fever.

The city in the distance in the mirror is surrounded by mountains on three sides. The houses are built on the hillsides, ups and downs, and the lights that have not been extinguished are like stars in the sky.

The fishy sea breeze blows, a characteristic of a port city.

Did I take the wrong path?

Large warships?

I started to have doubts in my mind. I always made mistakes when using navigation in my previous life, let alone using a map.

Prepare yourself mentally, keep calm, and keep moving forward.

"Hey, where is this?"

Zhang Aiguo asked a passerby.

"Nagasaki"

"What do you do? So early?"

"I'm from the Metropolitan Police Department, on duty."

"It's really hard to travel all night."

A city of familiar people, a city with less than 20 Japanese devils.

Why would a shameless nation that places itself in the position of a tragic weakling, does not mention the city's position at all, and evades its own evil deeds, invite nuclear weapons?

Nagasaki is Japan's shipbuilding industry base, with the Mitsubishi Heavy Industries Nagasaki Shipyard. The 7-ton aircraft carrier Shinano was launched from the giant dock. A total of 4 aircraft carriers, 3 battleships and 79 other warships were built.

What injustice is there?

The Yamato-class battleship Musashi was also built here.

What does it mean to be horrific?

Only tens of thousands of people died, how can it be called a disaster?

No matter how tragic it is, it can compare to the heinous crimes committed against China!

3500 million Chinese!

There are 1000 million workers in it.

The great man is right. If you don’t occupy the high ground of public opinion, your enemy will.

The Japanese even successfully applied for the Meiji Industrial Relics to be listed as a World Heritage Site. Their trampling on human nature and disregard for justice show that a good ironmaker must have strong tools to make good iron.

His eyes turned red, and the fire in his heart, both real and fake, made Zhang Aiguo feel uncomfortable all over and his breathing became a little rapid.

"buzzing"

The accelerator was turned several times in succession, and the engine idle made a fierce roar.

"click"

The gear was engaged and the motorcycle rushed out.

The cold wind blowing in my face was like adding fuel to a fire, making it burn more and more vigorously.