I want to be a good person

It's all your own fault if you are convicted!

The roar of motorcycles broke the silence of the street, with a slight ostentation.

The Japanese, who admired the strong, took a look from the door with envious eyes.

When people deliberately belittle something, it is completely out of the mentality of sour grapes. What they subconsciously think is, how great it would be if it were me, like Xiao Wang, or 9000 billion.

The city is not big and mainly relies on shipyards, just like the steel city and coal city in the previous life.

After looking around, there was not a single restaurant open.

The sun came out and the number of pedestrians on the street began to increase. People flowed towards the shipyard, men and women mixed together.

Zhang Aiguo leaned on his motorcycle, watching coldly and recording the walking route and meeting point.

Several trucks carrying supplies drove by. After careful confirmation, they were Ford V8-51 four-wheel trucks. After the September 917th Incident, the Japanese purchased a large amount of equipment. This magical GT four-wheel truck was produced not only in Japan, but also in Germany, Germany and the Red Hairs. It was simply a miracle.

A ramen shop finally opened.

"Good morning."

"Good morning, a bowl of tonkotsu ramen, pickled."

Zhang Aiguo looked up at the shop owner, who looked quite kind, but it was a pity. He shook his head in his heart.

"By the way, is there any food?"

"There are grilled salt fish slices."

The noodles are served, where is the meat?

He picked up the chopsticks and flipped through it.

"I'm sorry, we're out of meat. Do you want pumpkin tortillas?"

"I heard the navy eats well, don't they sell any excess supplies?"

"Haha, my son is on the ship. They eat really well, with cream-cooked chicken, curry rice, fresh fruits, vegetables and sea fish, as well as ice cream and sake. They are all delicious dishes."

"That's really a blessing. Cheers to the warriors of the holy war."

Zhang Aiguo raised his teacup.

When the shop owner heard this, he became even happier. Praising children will make parents happy.

No one is exempt from vulgarity.

"It is a graduate of the Etajima Naval Academy and has just joined the ship."

"That's really enviable. They are a noble military force."

"Did you know that the bricks for the school were all shipped from England?"

"Oh, it's just so extravagant."

"Of course, they can't be compared to the Army's red deer. They are just a bunch of paupers."

"I believe."

"We still benefit from the care of the navy, so we have more food."

The Japanese food collected in the space is almost gone. It seems that we have to rely on voluntary contribution in this familiar city.

After eating the hot ramen, the heat in my body became even stronger.

Several shops were open, including grain stores and grocery stores, with a full range of products.

If the Japanese army could have enough food, would they surrender?

It's not necessarily true.

The navy, a technical branch of the military, looks down on the army. The rise of Japan began with naval battles. The navy is a heroic branch of the military, so naturally there will be tendencies between the upper and lower levels.

We drove the motorcycle to Mt. Inasa, put it away, stood on the top of the mountain, and looked out at the city and the port through a telescope.

Cargo ships were busy at the port, and telescopes were actively searching for the Musashi Hotel.

Many warships were anchored, and submarine gunboats were patrolling in circles on the sea.

“There is no chance to attack.”

He put down the telescope and thought silently.

"Hey, you, what are you doing?"

"Police, just take a look."

The manual in Zhan Guo's hand lit up.

"Really?"

The sarcastic voice came again.

Zhang Aiguo turned around and saw a male Japanese soldier about eighteen or nineteen years old standing behind him, along with a woman in a kimono.

"Oh, what are you doing? Are you here to see the scenery as well?"

When the man saw Zhang Aiguo turning his head, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. He immediately said something insincerely and patted the woman on the shoulder.

People have three kinds of anger, and usually they cannot be patted on the shoulder, but the Japanese are not one of them.

"Really? What a good citizen!"

As the conversation continued, the tone continued to lower, and the young devil smiled.

I felt like I had it figured out and a smile appeared on my face.

"From the Metropolitan Police Department. It looks like you need to see my ID."

Zhang Aiguo stretched out his hand and handed over the manual.

"It's such an honor."

The little Japanese soldier, wearing a navy blue school uniform, reached out to take it cautiously.

After a split second of hands changing, Zhang Aiguo flipped his hand, grabbed the opponent's wrist, pulled it hard, raised his foot and hooked his body, and flew down the mountain with a bang, as light as a swallow.

All I heard were the sounds of bangs and clangs, and then it flew and rolled, and soon disappeared from my sight.

The female Japanese soldier was frightened. She opened her eyes wide, covered her mouth with her hands, and was so frightened that she couldn't speak.

"Such a brave warrior, I really admire him."

The sarcastic words rang in the ears of the Japanese like thunder.

When the Japanese soldiers bullied Chinese women, they sometimes used the butts of their guns to knock out all their teeth to avoid hurting themselves. Their behavior was worse than that of animals, and they even showed off to each other.

Zhang Aiguo never does such a thing. He insists on voluntary participation and is very angry.

Only when you master the truth can you master everything!

The female Japanese soldier was trembling, which showed that she was feeling uncomfortable.

Will it foster Stockholm syndrome?

The wind on the mountain is a little strong and quite cold, and Xiao Zhang can't stand the wind.

"Come with me."

The Japanese also committed many illegal acts in their homeland, but they only reported good news and not bad news, hiding the truth and bringing out many talented disciples.

"Hi"

If you look for a warm and sheltered place, you can still find it.

As long as the mind does not slip, there are more solutions than difficulties.

I finished the matter in a hurry. After venting my anger, I felt much less angry, calmed down, and my thoughts became clearer.

A gentle push will bring good things in pairs, and they will keep you company on the road to the underworld.

I really am a good person.

He stretched his head and looked down with a forced smile.

Fortunately, it’s quite close.

Anyway, I am satisfied with this arrangement.

After getting down the mountain, I was sweating. I played two rounds of poker, A against C, and felt quite comfortable.

The scene is good, it seems I need to try more in the future.

Zhang Aiguo wiped the sweat off his forehead.

Without further ado, let’s get started.

It is only 800 kilometers from Nagasaki to Shanghai.

There are still ship flights. Zhang Aiguo handed over his ID, a navy certificate from Dashi Saburo.

"Shanghai Marines?"

"Yes."

“It’s a bustling city.”

"You may have a chance to see it later."

"Definitely."

"The ferry ticket is at 6pm, and it will arrive tomorrow morning."

"Thank you so much."

"I wish you long-lasting martial arts luck."

"Thank you."

At 11:30 Tokyo time, there is still plenty of room for maneuver.

Ghosts will no longer be killed, but will be kept to fight with the Americans. They are not good ghosts anyway, and the more both sides die, the better.

However, we still need to increase the difficulty of the game for the devils.

He went into the grocery stores one by one to buy cigarettes, candy, bread and beer.

"Aren't there these on the ship?"

"That's really embarrassing, I'm in the Marine Corps."

“It’s a bit hard.”

"It's much better than the Army Red Deer. I still prefer the local ones."

"Thank you for your attention."

The newly bought suitcase was filled with food, and when Zhang Aiguo walked out of the store, the things in the warehouse were gone.

Change their appearance and let them search at will. The inertia of thinking is to find the lost supplies.

Where are the supplies?