I want to be a good person

Four wooden boxes of bullets were carried over and placed on the ground. The American soldiers took off two Thompson submachine guns from their bodies and placed them on the boxes. They also put down the accessories, ammunition carriers, and two bottles of gun oil and other items.

"Hey, man, there are 4000 rounds of ammunition in the wooden box, two 50-round drums, and four 4-round magazines. You can see that the bullets outside are free, and we also gave you two extra magazines."

Zhang Aiguo walked over, reached out to pick up the gun, picked up the 30-round magazine and loaded it, then looked at the drum bag and magazine pouch with the US inscription.

They glanced and stopped what they were doing. Several American soldiers put their hands on the holsters at their waists. If Zhang Aiguo made any unusual movements, they would probably shoot in advance.

"Oh, guys, don't be nervous, relax, I'm just checking the gun."

"Thank you for your generosity. I think we need a drink. How about I treat you later?"

"No, although we would love to, we need to get back to report."

“It’s really a shame.”

"This is a small gold bar, weighing 10 taels (366.71 grams), and the number is 1279 pieces."

Zhang Aiguo looked at the golden glitter in the box and thought that he could use the remaining time to do good deeds. The money was enough and any more would be greed.

"Help me carry it inside, thank you"

Several American soldiers who came to help showed jealous looks on their faces. Zhang Aiguo was shocked when he saw this. They were probably planning to kill people and rob them of their money. Many Americans do this. They are good at robbing other gangs. A rogue country will do anything for profit.

When the soldiers had their hands free, they would always put them on their holsters consciously or unconsciously.

“Hey man, wanna smoke?”

There was a sign prohibiting fireworks on the door of the warehouse.

Policy regulations are used to restrain the lower classes. Who has ever seen the fictitious party impose constraints on themselves? If so, it is like the sun rising from the west.

Our English is not very good, but we all understand that art and entertainment are borderless.

"I am a representative of the National Government's Shanghai Party Affairs Department. This is the private property of our director."

“Oh, OK, great.”

Looking at the thumbs up from the other party, with corruption like this, is there still hope for the country?

When the National Government was first established, like all previous dynasties, it worked hard to govern the country, united political parties, and hoped to leave a good name in history.

Now even ordinary American soldiers know that the Kuomintang government likes to make money. In just a few years, the relationship between British and American banks and the Kuomintang government is like the relationship between Switzerland and the Nazis. In the end, they all made money from the dead, and foreign banks really made a fortune.

Zhang Aiguo spent the whole morning counting money. Holding a typewriter in his hand, he asked the American soldiers how to disassemble and maintain it, and what to pay attention to when shooting.

In reality, it is not a shooting game. The protagonist can use a gun when he picks it up, drive a vehicle when he encounters it, and can do anything in the world. All of this requires familiarity and practice.

By noon, with the help of the bank's newcomers, the truck honked a few times and drove away.

Zhang Aiguo put away the box of gold bars, turned around and rode away on his bicycle, not caring about the license plate.

5 minute later.

"Squeak"

With a sudden brake, more than a dozen American soldiers smashed the lock and rushed into the warehouse, only to see footprints on the wall and the ground.

I searched it all over.

"Shit, retreat"

If you talk about honesty and principles with Americans, you will be killed without a burial place. Untrustworthy and gangster-like, white supremacy is now the label of the United States.

The more pleasant the words are, the more vicious the actions will be.

Zhang Aiguo changed hotels and would not come to Shanghai for a long time. Foreign exchange and gold were his retreat, and the rest was to fight the Japanese and kill the traitors.

Sitting on the bed, organizing the guns, carefully reviewing the retreat plan, and making final preparations.

As expected, the sky gradually darkened, and Zhang Aiguo breathed a sigh of relief, ready to send them on their way.

Shanghai is the birthplace of the Japanese comfort system, with at least 166 of them. The devil's comfort stations were strictly managed. Ordinary soldiers were required to stay from 10 a.m. to 5 p.m., while non-commissioned officers and military employees were required to stay from 1 p.m. to 9 p.m. The fee was 2 yen for soldiers and 5 yen for officers for half an hour. In the early days, they were Japanese and Koreans. After the war, it was estimated that 20 Chinese women were abducted and raped.

On the rooftop, the ugly appearance of the Japanese was visible through the telescope, and people crowded on the window trying to see clearly inside.

Distances and parabolas were calculated.

"Boom"

A grenade flew out.

"boom"

The fragments scattered.

"Grass"

Zhang Aiguo cursed in frustration and hit the roof.

The Japs reacted quickly, dispersing and lying on the ground.

Adjusted the angle slightly.

"Boom"

"Boom"

"Boom"

"Boom"

Four grenades were fired in succession.

As the explosions continued, ghosts began to howl and groan from the other side.

A red light will appear when the grenade is fired.

Several guards looked up and discovered the location, and ran towards the hiding place frantically.

"There"

Some Japanese soldiers knelt on the spot and fired at the upper floors to prevent the other side from firing again.

Alarm bells began to ring.

The bullets hit the wall and passed through the air.

“Swoosh”

Zhang Aiguo put away the grenade launcher and quickly ran downstairs.

Guerrilla warfare is what matters.

Mixing into the crowd, he followed the panicked people as they hurried towards their other destination.

The unlicensed bicycle was pedaling very fast. This place was called the Rejuvenation Hotel, which was also a comfort station run by the Japanese.

The gunshots and explosions alarmed the Japanese, who thought that the Hongkou District was their concession and that there were a large number of marines and the army there.

There's already a queue at the door.

Zhang Aiguo saw this scene when he stopped his bicycle.

"God help me"

"Boom"

A test shot.

Fire 4 missiles in quick succession.

Without looking at the result, he turned and ran, hearing howls of pain behind him.

The coordination ability of the Japs was indeed stronger than that of the Kuomintang government. Teams of soldiers began to control the main intersections with the sound of clattering hooves.

Sandbags were dropped from the truck, a checkpoint was quickly built, and a Type 99 light machine gun was set up.

Zhang Aiguo knew that he could not wait. Once the Japanese encirclement was formed, it would be a matter of time before he was found. The hotel he stayed in was not in this area, and the eating, drinking, whoring, gambling and smoking were all concentrated in the French Concession. It was difficult to justify his actions.

"Hey, stop, go back"

Some people tried to leave but were forcibly stopped by the soldiers, whose machine guns were loaded.

"Snapped"

Those who refused to listen were hit to the ground with a rifle butt, and then two soldiers tied them aside.

Under the tyranny of the Japanese, the intersection was empty and it was very difficult to run across.

Use the Type 89 grenade launcher or the MG08/15 machine gun?

Zhang Aiguo suddenly couldn't make any judgment.

Grenade launchers need to be tested, machine guns can only be fired at opposite targets, and beyond-visual-range shooting can be used in the wilderness, which is a bit tricky now.

"Sniper?"