I want to be a good person

Does the pseudo-government agency have money?

Zhang Aiguo doesn't have it in his hands, so he won't care. Whoever grabs it owns it, just like guns and ammunition.

The Japanese artillery tower should be of traditional layout.

The people were still afraid of the devils from the bottom of their hearts. They were not afraid of people, but of ghosts.

So no matter how much fun it gets, focus on the other side.

Zhang Aiguo took out a sledgehammer and smashed the door hard.

There were so many heads that the Japanese couldn't tell who they were because there were so many people.

I think of the Japanese attack on civilian houses. They violently smashed the doors and forcibly broke into the houses, making the Japanese feel the pain and sadness of waiting to die.

"Kang Dang"

The door fell down.

"Yeah"

The Japanese soldier was wearing a white shirt, with a plaster on his head and explosives tied all over his body, and was about to rush out.

dry.

Zhang Aiguo's big iron hammer, like Li Yuanba's flying hammer, went straight to the Japanese' chest.

The moment it slipped out of my hand, I felt sorry for the hammer, which was 99% new.

The Japanese soldier held his breath, the hammer was too hard and he fell to the ground.

Zhang Aiguo hid outside the door, bent his knees and half-knelt, covering his ears with his hands.

"bang"

There was a loud bang and dust flew all over the sky.

Even though I covered my ears, I was still dizzy from the close distance.

Walking into the artillery tower, the first floor was the kitchen warehouse, which had been damaged a lot and all the pots and pans were broken.

There are easier ways to sort.

space.

The wooden ladder leading to the second floor was blown off.

It’s not a problem for those who are obsessed with it.

After thinking about it, he stepped out.

Following the huge explosion, the people seemed to evacuate.

He pulled out the grenade and threw it toward the battlement on the lookout top.

The tall wooden ladder saves arm strength.

Hear a moving voice.

Zhang Aiguo returned to the artillery tower and went up to the second floor.

A Type 96 light machine gun, bullet carriers, ammunition boxes, grenade launchers, ammunition, grenades, and various equipment.

I'm not surprised by anything I've seen, and I still feel happy. I would rather kill more Japanese devils in exchange for a longer life.

I poked the baffle open with a wooden pole, but there was no response.

Go up to the third floor, remove the searchlight, and pick up the loot.

There was a pack of explosives under the Japanese's bed.

It is so disrespectful to bully the national army because they have no artillery.

Gone, gone.

The pseudo-government agencies are empty.

There were only naked corpses on the ground. The only criteria for distinguishing leading cadres were whether they were white or fat, and their body shape.

I really don’t know how the things were moved away. Human power is truly infinite.

With a hammer and a chisel, they cut through mountains and carved roads, built reservoirs and roads. Each generation suffered for several generations, and the worst suffered were the farmers, who were the same throughout the dynasties.

You who give the most are forgotten the fastest.

I forgot millet porridge, forgot pancakes with scallions, forgot sorghum rice, and forgot a lot.

Blood is indeed thicker than water. Over time, it will turn black, a dark red black.

"boom"

The turret collapsed, and a huge cloud of smoke and dust covered the sky, like a gray cloud.

Razing it to the ground is a huge challenge to the credibility of the pseudo-government.

The stronghold is considered the central stronghold, with four or five small artillery towers scattered around it.

Hearing that there were three or four Japanese devils and a dozen puppet soldiers in each artillery tower, Zhang Aiguo wanted to stop them, and at the same time he was also betting whether other armed forces behind enemy lines would come to participate.

If you want to come, you can't let others just work hard without receiving any benefits.

They lay on the roof and waited patiently, while providing cover for the evacuated civilians.

Guns and ammunition will not remain in the hands of the people for long. Who knows, tomorrow someone might come to mobilize them and ask for voluntary donations.

Is there a choice?

In writing, in words, from beginning to end, there is only one choice, it is all for your own good, just listen, if you don't listen, you are resisting, a high-profile white label for reactionaries.

The two clever little guys ran away, at least they were not naked.

The Hanyang rifle whose bolt could not be pulled was picked up as a waste.

The distances are different, and the time spent on the road is also different. With the puppet army holding us back, we can't move fast.

"The Japanese eat better than us, so it's natural that they run faster."

"I heard that it was a surprise attack by a large army. If you run fast, you are in a hurry to be reborn."

"Squad leader, I have diarrhea."

"Monitor, I need to go to the toilet."

"Let's go, together, together."

The leading private was running with a Type 38 rifle on his back, and the puppet soldiers behind him disappeared.

When I turned around, I saw a row of people relieving themselves with their buttocks exposed on the side of the road.

He was so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven.

As I got closer, I smelled a foul odor.

"what happened?"

"Block the stomach."

"Get up quickly."

"Genda-sama, even a tough guy can't stand three diarrheas, please be considerate of your brothers."

"you?"

Something seemed strange. Why did they all suffer from diarrhea?

I couldn't delay any longer. I took a small croton pill and the constipation caused by eating bran was relieved.

It is truly a conscientious medicine for home protection and escape from war. It is cheap and effective, and is popular in the pseudo-military circles.

It is not applicable, and die-hard traitors have their own resistance.

Fighting two devils?

Before taking drugs, I was still rational.

"Bakayaloo, your consciences are seriously damaged, all of you are dead."

The Japanese soldier with a dead face showed no expression. He took the gun from his shoulder and loaded it with a click.

"Get up now or I'll shoot you."

Seeing that the Japanese soldiers were getting angry, they picked up clods of dirt to wipe their butts, then stood up, slung their guns across one hand and held up their pants with the other. They didn't dare to fasten their belts for fear that they would be too late at the critical moment.

If the crotch of your pants is messy, it would be very embarrassing. A grown man like you would be laughed to death if you pooped in your pants.

The enemy finally arrived.

In the ruins, Zhang Aiguo lay comfortably, waiting for the Japanese to approach.

"Go, go quickly!"

Two puppet soldiers were rushed forward to investigate the situation, and they saw the confusion on your face and your fear and trepidation, just like a toddler who was just learning to walk, stumbling along.

After a lot of effort, I staggered to the ruins. There was no gunfire and I was extremely excited.

Turned around and waved back.

The second wave of four puppet soldiers swaggered forward.

The Japs moved. Both sides held guns and walked cautiously. They couldn't lift their feet. Their tactical movements were standard.

"This little Japanese is too scared to death."

"We have explored the road, and it is still like this."

The Japanese naturally knew their own affairs, and many times they were the ones who got hurt.

If you expect the puppet army to work hard, you have to give them enough money.

Machine guns never fire from the front, fire is suppressed from the side, and the fan-shaped shooting angle is the largest.

In the middle there is a broken Type 90 rifle and a Type mesh helmet, which are used to absorb target fire.

"La"

The Japanese soldier had sharp eyes and he aimed his gun and shot.

The helmet was askew.

"Give me a surprise attack"

The first charge was again by the puppet army.

The distance was widened.

The Japs were safe and completely exposed to the shooting angle.

"Da da da"

Long bursts of fire, the crooked man orders his troops and generals.

Damn, the Japs couldn't stand it. They said their skills were too high, so they gave up and were completely defeated.

When the gunshots were heard, the puppet soldiers were very good at dodging.

Being afraid of death is a normal reaction, while not being afraid of death is a last resort and there is no choice.

"Put down all your guns and ammunition, and get out of here! We are all Chinese, and Chinese people don't fight against Chinese people!"

"How to do?"

"Raise your hands, raise them high, and leave no one behind, lest you bring disaster upon yourself."

The squad leader stood up bravely and took responsibility.

This is a must-have for the red team to fight monsters and level up. It cannot be destroyed, as it will easily offend people.

He held the rifle in both hands and lowered it one by one.

I made money again. I had a lot of sales on credit and a lot of free gifts. In the end, I made a small fortune.

"Shoot, shoot!"

Another group of devils came, four of them, and before entering the battlefield, they opened fire on the surrendering puppet troops.

One dozen and one is accurate.