I want to be a good person

"It's still about two hundred dollars short."

Wang Dazhuang felt a little embarrassed.

"Go borrow money, raise money for free, the anti-Japanese team, who will they support if not us? This is outrageous. Are they going to keep it to honor the Japanese invaders and traitors? This is definitely what they think. We must correct their thinking."

You can borrow it openly, why bother to rob and bear the blame.

"If you don't want to borrow it?"

Someone below responded softly.

"What's the point of being willing or not? If they come to you, they must be willing. We won't force them. We will do more ideological work and have a heart-to-heart talk."

"Haven't we done this before? Holding the truth is the greatest confidence. This is the last chance. Just go for it."

All the spoils will be confiscated in the future, so we might as well prepare some supplies and continue to live our lives.

"Shall we go find them?"

"No, it's not a good idea to rush ahead. We should train now, train again, build a reputation, and take down a few strongholds and artillery towers. Although we will attract the attention of the Japanese, we will be more favored if we have fighting power."

"Hey, the Chief of Staff is still very comprehensive."

"If someone comes to recruit us, we have to take advantage of him and get some benefits."

"Yes, look at our equipment. At least when we enter the regular army, their equipment is not as good as ours."

Factionalism will exist even if there is not one team. It will naturally exist because of some people.

Existence is reasonable.

"You have to adapt. Let me remind you to put aside your mentality and do everything for the public. When you can say that you are a representative, it means that you have some say and distribution rights, and you are qualified."

“In addition, we need to be attentive and careful in doing things, and do everything for the people.”

Wang Xiaomao suddenly stood up.

"Chief of Staff, your accent is a bit similar to theirs, you are not from that side, are you?"

Zhang Aiguo stretched out his finger and pointed, saying that the young man has a future.

There are definitely traces. After years of struggling in society, the soul has been pickled with flavor, or at least has a tainted taste.

"As soldiers, truth is our reliance. We should take good care of it, oil it, clean it, and maintain it well, just like we would our little brothers."

Due to design flaws, the Japanese's armaments must be carefully maintained. This is very common for the Japanese to wipe a knife several times a day. Chinese people don't have the patience, so the difference is huge.

The relatively durable Type 38 rifle became the first choice.

"Chief of Staff, those are the Japanese cooks who often come out to hang around with the Japanese troops. They take things by force without paying."

Ge Gen said quietly.

He looked tiny in sight, like a dwarf, and the combat cap on his huge head was particularly funny.

"Come out alone, be honest, and don't lose a penny."

Gegen continued.

"The dogs, relying on the power of the ghosts, gathered together and turned into a giant worm, the Yamata no Orochi."

"A little bean worm."

The long chong was actually a little dragon. The team members quickly corrected it, saying that using the long chong to describe the little devils was an insult to the long chong.

Zhang Aiguo explained the territorial map, begonia leaves and bean worms to all the team members. The ancestral metaphors and images are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Who the hell believes the story of the rooster and the bug? The powder has to be applied by yourself, so it is easy to be unevenly distributed, and the thickness will always be different.

"Keep up with it."

The little Japanese soldier was singing a little tune, struggling with his short legs, holding a thin wooden stick in his hand. He was such a bad ghost that he didn't even get a gun.

go home.

Sounds a bit like it.

"Flower girl, you are so beautiful."

A young woman came out from the field to look at the wheat seedlings, and the Japanese were very excited.

They are all soldiers, so why can they do anything else while I can only make rice balls?

Not reconciled.

The ghost is ugly, but has beautiful thoughts.

"You, stop right there. The Locust Army has a reward."

The young wife is more than a head taller than her and has a dark red complexion from working frequently.

The Japanese threw away their wooden sticks, feeling excited and great.

"The damned Japanese soldiers raped many young girls and wives the first year they arrived. They stabbed seven or eight to death with bayonets. They captured many more within a 20-mile radius. They haven't been released yet. I don't know if they are alive or dead."

There were four people around him, one from the battalion, company, and platoon, all equipped with box rifles.

Different from the image on the screen, the box pistol is inserted upside down on the belt. Practice has shown that the gun can be drawn out faster and can be fired at the turn of the hand without being stuck by the large or small gun head.

The young wife ran back quickly. She was not afraid of the Japs, but of the yellow skin on his body, fearing that he would get into trouble.

"Bagaya Road."

"Stop and shoot."

The Japanese devils have become smarter.

The young wife was scared, so she stopped and started to tremble and breathe rapidly.

He bent over and picked up a piece of dirt from the ground.

This…

When a few people saw this scene, they knew that the other party only wanted to scare people and had no intention of hurting anyone.

Would the Japanese with sperm on their brains be afraid?

The cook became even more excited, his face flushed with excitement, and his throat sounded like a broken gong.

"throat."

A dull sound.

A clod of earth hit my head, but it didn't hurt or itch.

"idiot."

As soon as I saw it, I started to pull it.

The Japanese culture of swearing is not good, but the Chinese one is different every half hour.

Zhang Aiguo gestured to go up.

A loyal woman is admirable. Although she is poor, she has backbone.

In the previous life, she was already smiling and was not afraid of giving herself away. There was once a highly educated woman from Shanghai who married and moved to a remote area on an island to be a farmer. She was so pro-Western that she later evolved into pro-Black.

From a biological point of view, only the Chinese nation has evolved the most perfectly, which is a pity for such a great country.

"eight…"

"Why call me Baba? I don't want a son of a bitch like you. Isn't that insulting?"

Under the truth, the Japanese became little lambs.

Very nice.

"What's your name?"

"Sir, my name is Maeda Haruna. I have never been on a battlefield, fired a gun, or hurt anyone."

Stand at attention when you get beaten, and be a good boy.

"What were you trying to do just now?"

Wang Xiaomao thought that the chief of staff could even speak the Japanese language, which was extraordinary.

Maeda is very irritable and rarely shows any sign of blushing.

"Maeda-kun, do you want to survive?"

"Report to the commander, I want to."

"Very good. Now I'll give you a chance. We favor those who turn from darkness to light. I'm sure you know that."

"Hi, I've heard of it."

"We are trustworthy. If you handle this well, you can go home early."

"Can we really go home? Everyone wants to go back! Three months, and it's been more than four years now. When will the war end?"

Zhang Aiguo looked at it with complicated eyes. It was a bachelor's life. After the war, it might not even have enough food to eat.

"Open the door, I'm back."

"Maeda, why did you bring the Chinese back?"

"The Chinese honey horn honey is delicious, the three-knife type is very delicious, the dessert is really delicious."

The Japanese are extravagant and sweet. The side dishes they distribute include yokan, candy and other sweets. They love food that cannot be lived without.

The temptation is great.

"Yoshi."

The drawbridge came down.

Several Japanese soldiers came over to greet them.

The leader, a man with a moustache like Ren, stretched out his hand and clapped his hands hard, causing Maeda to stop in his tracks.

"Very good, Maeda did a good thing after all."

Maeda had a very low status and was bullied by the Japanese leaders, who made him stand in the corner and slapped him for no reason.

"beat."

He pulled out the 10-round box gun and fired in a fan-shaped pattern. The muzzle jumped horizontally and sprayed small flames.

There were few bullets in the turtle box, and the team members didn't like to use it, so it fell into Zhang Aiguo's hands.

"Xiao Mao, go to the bridge, be careful of the hidden gun."