I want to be a good person

The crunching sound of stepping on the snow sounded a bit strange.

The vast white world, walking alone.

Let it go, let it go!

The shadows are bright and the starlight shines on Zhang Aiguo.

finally reached.

In the city gate tower, people and shadows become one.

Coming out again, a complete shadow.

"vomit"

"Infinite Heavenly Lord!"

The old abbot nodded, covered his mouth with a handkerchief, carefully wiped the marks on the corners of his mouth, put the handkerchief into his arms, and continued to meditate with his eyes closed.

On the city wall, Japanese soldiers patrolled with guns, and the sound of iron hooves continued.

From the occasional conversation, Zhang Aiguo knew that he couldn't be the Wang next door tonight.

He simply cleared a space, put down a round mat, covered it with wolf skin, and sat cross-legged in meditation.

The cotton Taoist robe has a detachable sheepskin lining and is covered with a layer of white camouflage cover. His breathing gradually becomes long and his mind wanders in the void.

At daybreak, Xindongmen was crowded with people who came to the city to make a living.

In the beginning he was still wandering in the void, but in the end he came face to face with Zhuangzi.

After waking up from a dream, life must go on.

Get up.

With a slight movement, the body made a crackling sound.

Zhang Aiguo, who was dressed in a Taoist robe, was not subject to much questioning.

After entering the city, while it was still early, I took a walk around one of the ancient Kyushu.

The intact battlements of the city wall, the houses with high ridges and single roofs on both sides of the road, and the signboards were all surrendered to the National Army without the Japanese firing a single shot.

Not far away was a Japanese barracks, with more than 200 soldiers initially, belonging to the Dashan Regiment.

A group of children, dressed obviously differently, lined up in two teams and walked in an orderly manner.

There are more and more little devils and Japanese soldiers. Ordinary primary schools have been set up in the city. They can learn about the vastness of China on Chinese soil.

The Fan Family Archway, the No. 1 Archway in the World, is still there, with exquisite carvings, but the craftsmanship of our ancestors is all gone.

The new society requires new ideas. As time goes by, we realize that the earth is round.

To regain, what is gone cannot be retrieved.

Inheritance is meticulously crafted, what should be cut is not broken, and what should not be cut is completely destroyed.

It’s just like the saying goes, I was incompetent 44 years ago, but I am a hero 44 years later.

Outside the train station, vendors set up stalls and sold cigars, including Shanghai Huamei and Ronghua brand cigars produced by the local Dazhong workshop.

The towering 54-meter-high Xinglong Tower is clearly visible.

A breeze blew, and it seemed as if there was a sound of bells ringing in my ears.

I remember that in the previous life, the Red Army’s artillery shells entered the tower without exploding, which was truly miraculous.

The Japanese expanded and renovated the airport between the glass factory, tofu shop and Tianxian Temple, and the airport covers an area of ​​more than a thousand acres.

With this thought in mind, Zhang Aiguo no longer wanted to take the train, so he decided to wait and see if there was any possibility at the airport.

In his hand he was using a Type 4 x telescope, a must-have for the lower-level officers of the Japanese army and the most numerous in the space.

The Japanese weather observatory next to the Dongguan Market is about the size of a small team.

The battle reports released by the devils every day were too shocking and their propaganda was too realistic. Not only were the Japanese superstitious, but it also dealt a heavy blow to the morale of the Chinese, which was once depressed.

If the Japanese had not asked for too high a price, the captain would have agreed to the peace talks after several attempts.

The runway, hangar, apron, barracks, control tower, water tower, and the reserve depot, fuel depot, and machinery hangar outside the runway all fell into the camera's view.

The Japs were clearing the snow, which looked like shit-yellow lumps.

There are 6 oval-shaped hangars, 2 facing north, facing north-west, and facing east-west. All of them are made of reinforced concrete.

The dense barbed wire and dirt runway are filled with the corpses of Chinese people, just like the flesh and blood of Chinese people are buried under the American railway tracks.

Ziyang is already in the hinterland, the only trouble is that 1,500 Japanese soldiers of the Yingjing Regiment are stationed near the airport.

There must be no exchange of fire, only secret infiltration.

Everything is ready except for the dark. I looked up at the sky and found that the sun, which had just risen, had disappeared.

Zhang Aiguo sat on a long wooden stool, holding a bowl of spicy soup, eating fried dough rolls and wheat pancakes, and a few steamed buns and sesame cakes wrapped in hemp paper.

It is rare to still have pasta in the city. No wonder the people in the countryside are obsessed with moving to the city. It is all because the farmers cannot eat their own food.

The checkout prices are not cheap. I guess there must be someone behind the scenes. How can the business continue without the cover?

Without the sun to refer to, time passed in agony.

Pedestrians were hurrying by, and Zhang Aiguo was like an outsider, watching coldly.

At 6:30 pm, it was completely dark.

A Japanese soldier came out from the corner. He was quite tall.

He wore the rank of sergeant and had a box on his waist.

He hummed an unknown tune. If civilians were unfortunate enough to step into an area within a kilometer radius, they would suffer a hellish dream in which life would be worse than death.

Torturing people in various ways.

Under the lights, a man was hung by a rope on the boom at the airport gate. Suddenly he let go and fell down. Then he was pulled up and fell down again, over and over again.

Amid the screams, there were the Japanese devils' unbridled laughter and cheers.

The screams became deeper and deeper.

"I did not do it on purpose."

"Spare my life."

The explanation gradually turned into a plea for mercy, but the Japanese refused to give in.

It fell for the last time and no sound was heard anymore.

The chains of the two wolfhounds were loosened, and they pounced on the corpse, biting and eating it frantically.

Politics only looks at interests and is not affected by people’s subjective consciousness.

The insulated pliers gently cut out a large round hole and Zhang Aiguo crawled in.

Simply seal the hole, hang up the wire, sparks appear, and the Japanese have access to electricity.

He ran towards the hangar in a flash.

The searchlights swept every corner in a regular pattern.

Pushing open the hangar door, we can see that the hangar is more than 5 meters high, 30 meters wide at the front and bottom, and elliptical in shape at the rear. It has a circumference of 63.4 meters and an inner width of 19 meters, forming an elliptical dome.

Opposite there was a two-meter-high, T-shaped semi-underground ammunition depot, but there were no Japanese guarding it.

Due to technical limitations, aircraft cannot take off and fight at night.

The shape and size of the hangar are similar, but it looks a little bigger. The Japanese are strong because they are standardized. They are petty and like to use universal things.

Zhang Aiguo had built the airport himself, so he was familiar with the layout of the Japanese airport, and there were two ground-pressing stone rollers lying nearby.

Germany's industry is well developed, but it suffers from the fact that its systems are constantly changing, which often breaks through its fragile logistical supply lines.

Along the barbed wire, there were bunkers at key points on the airport, forming a crossfire network.

What is a surprise?

There are two Zero fighters. Are they used for testing?

It should have been put into production by now, and there are about 400 of them so far. Zhang Aiguo remembers the relevant records, because the moment when the Japanese will beat the Americans is approaching.

One of the most advanced aircraft in Japan, it is a single-seat closed-cabin propeller fighter with a fuselage length of 9.06 meters, a wingspan of 12 meters, a height of 3.5 meters, an empty weight of 1.68 tons, a maximum take-off weight of 2.67 tons, a Rising 13 engine with a maximum power of 780 horsepower, a maximum flight speed of 533.4 kilometers per hour, and a maximum range of 3350 kilometers.

Zhang Aiguo climbed up.

It is equipped with two Type 99 20mm cannons with 60 rounds of ammunition, and two additional 7.7mm machine guns, giving it strong dogfighting capabilities.

Look at the main and auxiliary fuel tanks, they are all full and can take off and fight at any time.

The red throttle control door is still on the left side of the cockpit, which is in line with the Japanese habit.

I was so happy that I was speechless. I wanted to laugh but couldn't. Would the local Japanese be devastated to death if two less planes were missing?