I want to be a good person

Sporadic gunfire was heard.

Zhang Aiguo’s demand was that no matter whether they were dead or alive, they had to be shot. Only dead devils were good devils. This was a consensus principle.

Shooting the head again is the first choice, and the white blood is the best punishment for the Japanese.

"Anti-Japanese Volunteer Army 102nd Regiment"

He wrote big words on the wall with blood.

Grand and beautiful!

When the captured supplies were moved out, only eight dead bodies of Japanese soldiers were found.

"Where's Maeda?"

Don’t underestimate the short and fat guy. He has a popularity rating of 5 stars. With an international friend, his charm level goes through the roof.

"Sir, I'm here."

The bastard still had a lucky mentality, but he didn't expect to be hit at close range. He felt very excited, as he felt very lucky.

"Maeda deserves the credit."

“How do we transport the supplies?”

"First, put the guns, ammunition, and military biscuits on the flatbed cart, pick out the important ones, and I'll take care of the rest. You guys retreat first and head to Xiaowa Village."

"Maeda-kun, why are there so few people?"

Maeda's emotions must be taken care of, by certain people like outsiders.

"Sir, the Imperial Army went out to conduct a sweep. A sergeant, three privates, and a dozen puppet soldiers went with them. They were mainly collecting food."

"Retreat first, and I'll come right after."

The donkey was dead, and its body was almost covered in blood. It was a small black donkey, and its hooves could be used as a talisman to ward off evil spirits. It was not castrated, and it was the kind of meat that men needed for money, a good thing.

Don't miss it if you pass by.

The Japanese's rice and all kinds of reserve supplies were gone.

The puppet army ate a mixture of corn and other foods, and the spare bullets in the warehouse.

It was a waste of explosives to blow up the artillery tower, so Zhang Aiguo ran up and down it.

“Hey, the supports are four old railroad tracks?”

Zhang Aiguo touched it and found a line of words, "The product of the 34th year of the Guangxu period". He felt it and decided to leave it to future generations.

Resources are limited and non-renewable. If they are dug up and sold everywhere, what will be left for our descendants? Only devastation will be left.

What about the long-term development vision?

On paper, in mouth.

Whether you plan for a moment or for a lifetime, time is short and only real gold is not afraid of fire.

"wrong."

Yellow dog?

Running in a mess, tactical support.

Turning his head to look at the other side, he saw the battalion, company, platoon and Maeda, about a thousand meters apart. He felt relieved, thinking that he would ambush them if they dared to chase him.

He put down the telescope, then suddenly felt something and picked it up to look again.

"bang bang bang"

There was an ambush.

Brothers.

Someone is helping out.

Good man rewarded.

Zhang Aiguo went down from the artillery tower and quickly caught up with the team members.

Since they have helped, they will definitely come to me. I have the confidence that they can help me.

Do good deeds without leaving a name?

Leaving countless clues and hyping up the smallest things, character setting is very important.

If you deceive yourself, you are equivalent to deceiving others, and in the end it is just like covering your ears and stealing the bell.

"Chief of Staff, are there gunshots behind us?"

"We heard it."

"No wonder you're breathing so heavily."

The flatbed cart was moving very fast. Several people took turns carrying the shoulder straps and lowering their heads to pull the cart.

Push the car hard on both sides.

After a quick look, I saw quite a lot of stuff, including three boxes of bullets with Japanese fonts and one box of reduced-load bullets specially designed for Type 99 rifles.

There was a box of Type 79 bullets, as well as hand grenades and hand grenades.

Military compressed biscuits, Yamato canned food, two bags of rice, table salt, soybean oil, and miso soup.

Leg strength.

For poor people, the only thing left is hard work and the ability to endure hardship.

Perhaps both parties are rather reserved, and the distinguished guest has not yet come, and perhaps he is considering how to negotiate.

Four days later, there was a village fair. The 102nd Regiment, which had just made a small fortune, was sent out to buy supplies. The villagers at the fair looked pale, but when they saw their acquaintances, they still greeted them with a smile.

I have a humble attitude and just want to live a good life, harvest a few more bushels of rice from the land I plant, pay less taxes, and have good weather and good harvests.

Simple dreams are so difficult to realize!

Taxes have not changed. We welcome the King of Rebellion, eat the King of Rebellion, and don't pay taxes to the King of Rebellion.

Who could have expected that it would not only oppress people, but also eat people without leaving any bones behind.

"suddenly"

"Buzz

The roar of motor vehicles blocked the market from front and back.

The children were crying, the women were shouting, the men were suppressing their anger, but no one stepped forward. The whole place was in chaos.

"chief of staff."

Zhang Aiguo, who was practicing boxing, stopped.

"Um"

"Something bad has happened. The Japanese suddenly surrounded the market and are investigating the personnel. The brothers are trapped inside."

"Let's go, gather the remaining brothers and follow me."

The order is passed on.

Only when you have food and money can you recruit soldiers.

There were 102 brothers in the 102nd Regiment, with two Type 15 rifles, 40 Type 10 rifles, Type Hanyang rifles, and box pistols, which were much more powerful than the Three Guns and Eighth Masters.

Excluding logistics, the proportion of gun ownership reaches 100%.

With a gun in hand, heroism comes naturally.

Before we reached the market, we heard crackling gunshots. Was it an exchange of fire?

Zhang Aiguo knew how many anti-Japanese heroes there were. Although there were many traitors, there was never a shortage of loyal and righteous people.

"Get down, get down."

Zhang Aiguo deployed machine guns at the intersection and prepared for an ambush, knowing that he might not be able to win in a head-on confrontation.

You have confidence in yourself but not in others. Is it worth it to sacrifice other brothers in order to save a life?

value.

The underlying logical thinking is super simple. 99% of people have consciences. If you are a little bit nice to them, they will remember it firmly, even if it means paying it back with their lives.

"Clap clap clap clap"

The Japanese randomly selected several middle-aged men and shot them to intimidate them, making them subconsciously afraid to resist.

Killing the chicken to scare the monkeys means knowing that when people have concerns, they will have soft spots and weaknesses.

Seeing their compatriots being slaughtered like cattle and sheep, the seven people from 102nd could no longer hold back. They took out the turtle boxes given by the chief of staff and started firing.

The Japanese traitors were well prepared. The exchange of one or two Japanese and a few puppet soldiers was worth it, since they were just second-rate Japanese.

As the fighting intensified, other armed groups that had sneaked in opened fire and exchanged gunfire, turning the battle into a mess.

The bullets that popped out from time to time caused headaches for the puppet troops and traitors, while the Japanese soldiers hid behind them and the accurate shooters waited for opportunities to attack.

After a long time, people will of course be concerned about their compatriots, as there are children and women around them.

The Japs didn't care. A captain waved a Type 94 officer's sword and shouted, urging the traitors to take the lead.

The two lieutenants were holding turtle boxes and shot those who were passive and lazy.

Alas, it is a tragedy and a misfortune for the nation to have to be treated like a dog to the point where we are now.

Strive for self-improvement and be independent.

Zhang Aiguo took a Type 38 rifle from a team member beside him, pulled the bolt and loaded the bullet into the chamber.

The upright ruler and the woolen combat cap formed a plane, and the three points formed a straight line.

Gently squeeze the trigger with your finger, halfway through the stroke, hold your breath, and continue.

"Snapped"

A small red flower appeared on the captain's chest. The waving saber could no longer point to the sky. His body tilted and fell to the ground with a clang. His limbs were twitching and he could only breathe out. It was obvious that he was dying.

The changes were too fast and my thinking couldn't keep up, so I felt briefly confused.

How did that happen?

"Murata-san."

"Enemy attack!"

"Guardians"