I want to be a good person

"Grandma!"

They talked a lot of nonsense, but they were just eyeing the few coppers in their pockets. They liked the mule cart and thought it was destined for them.

"What? You're still not convinced."

A fake policeman drew out a wooden baton from his waist and hit Zhang Aiguo with it.

now it's right.

You can obviously get it, so why bother making such high-sounding statements?

Subconscious avoidance?

No, it is unavoidable.

The turtle box gave a dry and green answer.

There is no longer any taboo about having too many people at the door, the main goal is to do whatever you want.

"clap clap"

The man fell down when the gun went off. The direction was really good.

"idiot."

Sitting under the awning, the Japanese sentry, wearing a coat, was drowsy.

The gunshot was like a stone hitting a calm surface of water, creating ripples and splashing water droplets like someone who was accidentally injured.

For the sake of the overall situation, there will always be sacrifices, which are unavoidable. At least it’s okay as long as it’s not me.

It's always easier to talk while standing.

They stood up in a hurry. The 8mm bullet had such penetrating power that they lost their resistance, just like newborn lambs.

Children were crying, mothers were yelling, men were running, and animals were making a fuss. For a moment, the dilapidated city gate seemed desolate.

The scene at this moment is like the War of Resistance. Wherever there is oppression, there will be resistance!

In response to Zhang Weiguo's attack and murder, several people came out, and the leader clasped his fists towards Zhang Aiguo.

"Brother, I admire you. If you don't mind, we will help you."

"Okay, take what's on the ground and use it."

"readily."

Shandong people are generous and magnanimous, and they appreciate each other like heroes when they meet.

The shrimps in the sea have not yet grown big, and Lu Hu's tiger dare not reach three thousand.

I saw several people swiftly picking up guns and ammunition, quickly dispersing and covering Zhang Aiguo's departure.

Are you moved?

Sort of.

It just takes more time for a cooled heart to warm up again.

The iron hooves of the enemy were clanging in the city; the Japanese were coming.

Zhang Aiguo saw several people take out several things that looked like landmines from the baskets they were carrying and bury them quickly.

With the establishment of the Wang Puppet Regime, the morale of the National Army's guerrillas behind enemy lines fell into trouble. Most of them surrendered and transformed themselves into the Imperial Army and the Security Army. Some of them surrendered under orders, and some died on the battlefield.

If you just keep grabbing things, how can you raise fish without water?

Failure is inevitable.

Countless excuses are just reasons for losers to comfort themselves.

"Let's go, let's retreat."

The Red guerrillas are really poor.

Zhang Jianguo watched them strip off everything they could use and throw it on the mule cart.

The mule cart found its next destination.

Zhang Aiguo believes in repaying favors. It is an indisputable fact that their efforts and contributions were indispensable to his being well fed and clothed in his previous life.

"Should we fight them off?"

Zhang Aiguo suggested.

Upon hearing this, the young people were eager to try it out.

"No, let's withdraw first. The devil has a squad and a regiment of puppet troops. We can only fight guerrilla warfare, mobile warfare, and break up the raid."

"it is good"

I didn't expect Zhang Aiguo to be so easy to talk to, and I was caught off guard for a moment.

Anyone with a little bit of ability in the world is very arrogant and wants to reach the sky.

Today, Zhang Aiguo has reached the limit of his patience and naturally does not need to endure it any longer. Just pay the money. It is borrowed anyway. Even the mule cart is taken away. This is too much.

If one success happens today, it will be replicated again and again tomorrow, like a frog in boiling water. The bottom line will continue to drop, and the only way out is to rise up and resist.

For a spark to start, someone must first act as the ignition source, and then have to endure repeated attempts to light it without success.

It’s so difficult to be the leader.

With the help of the animals' strength, the speed increased.

“This steel gun is really good.”

A young man stroked the gun with a smile on his face, as if he was treating his beloved woman, with a doting look in his eyes.

"It's just that there are a few bullets. Counting the ones in the gun, there are two missing clips, and there is not even a bayonet."

The leading man was holding a Type 38 rifle. He was a member of the security force and had very few bullets on him.

Did you hear the guerrilla song?

"I just have one ammunition box here, with only 35 rounds of bullets."

The reduced amount of bullets also far exceeded the amount carried by the National Army's soldiers during the War of Resistance. The German-equipped divisions initially had 95 rounds, and there was never a time when they had a full supply in the middle and late stages.

The endless bullets that the Japanese devils fired were actually the blood and tears of the people of Northeast China. The war potential before the full-scale war of resistance came from the plunder of Northeast China and Korea.

In field combat, the Japanese soldier carried 125 rounds of ammunition. The 60-round bullet box on the waist was actually loaded with reduced bullets for machine guns. The bullet box on the left was also loaded with reduced bullets.

The army's combat units revolve around machine guns, but the root cause is that the Japanese's logistical support cannot keep up, and they have become substitute pawns.

There were several loud noises behind me.

The sound is very loud, but I don't know how effective it is.

"What kind of explosives did we use?"

Zhang Aiguo suddenly blurted out.

Then he added: "It's inconvenient, no need to say it."

The man was stunned at first, then said honestly: "It's okay, what's there to hide? I used black gunpowder and made the stone mine myself."

I heard that potassium sulfate, the raw material for explosives, can be extracted from the Japanese's fertilizer powder and used to synthesize ammonium nitrate. Unfortunately, fertilizers are hard to buy.

The production of chemical fertilizers that can be used to refine raw materials has long been stopped. With the advancement of technology, society has become more stable, and everything is moving towards a better future.

How to dream?

Lying flat is preferred.

Cows and horses sleep standing up. They eat grass and need to eat constantly. They are always on the way to fill their stomachs.

"We have to move faster. According to our habit, the location where we planted the mines can at most blow up one electric donkey, and we will be able to catch up soon."

After turning a corner and walking towards the sun, the thousand-year-old city behind us gradually moved away.

The land of the Five Counties during the Three Kingdoms Period, the hometown of Mozi and Lu Ban, the home of the Beixin Culture, and the original site of the Pavilion of Prince Teng.

I turned my head frequently to look, trying to remember it deeply in my heart. From now on, there would only be the small Tengzhou, no Teng County, no defense battle, and no Wang Mingzhang.

How sad! This was the most brutal and heroic battle of the Sichuan Army!

During the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, there was the only battle in which the few fought against the many, and the weak fought against the strong. The worst-equipped army in China sang the heroic hymn with their blood and lives. An army cannot be formed without rivers!

"We've gone in circles. The Japanese don't dare to stay out of the city for too long. We can only go northeast. There are many hills over there."

When I saw Zhang Aiguo looking back, I thought he was worried about what was behind him.

Worry is always inevitable.

"I guess the Japs can't catch up with us. They can either take a different route or find a place to vent their anger. It's better to say goodbye now."

"Don't refuse, righteous men. Hey, how do you say that? It's a pity that heroes met too late. We are all fighting the Japanese. Now that you have come to our territory, you should at least have a bowl of noodles. Let us treat you, not to mention that we have given so many guys."

"That's right. It's reasonable for us to entertain them. Otherwise, if it gets out, people will laugh at us."

"We don't have any good food or wine, but we can still get by with just a bite of rice. Don't be disgusted."

"The hand-rolled noodles my mother makes are delicious."

"Okay, I'll go with you."

Unable to refuse the kind invitation, Zhang Aiguo had no choice but to go along.

The sun slowly sets, and its afterglow falls on a few people.

The road ahead is bumpy and bumpy.