I want to be a good person

Holding the Mauser M1924 standard rifle, Zhang Aiguo locked onto the machine gunner.

"boom"

The other party fell down in response.

A deputy gunner pushed the body aside and picked up the machine gun again.

"boom"

Another gunshot.

The deputy shooter fell.

"bang"

A red flare flew into the sky.

When the other side fired the first shot, they discovered Zhang Aiguo's position and began to fight back. The bullets hit the pillar where he was hiding, splashing up a lot of sand and gravel.

The Japs have a very solid foundation in shooting and are very accurate. Old Japs have generally received about two years of military training and have excellent bayonet, grenade throwing and shooting abilities. They are not afraid of death and are fierce, and are nicknamed the Three-Gun Japs.

Zhang Aiguo was suppressed by the shooting of several Japanese soldiers. He used a piece of wood to pick up a Japanese soldier's helmet.

"Snapped"

With one gunshot, he was knocked down.

The three or four Japanese soldiers on the opposite side began to disperse and slowly surrounded them relying on the terrain.

Zhang Aiguo wanted to shoot, but the opponent's shooting was very accurate. Just as he was about to lean forward, there was a whoosh, and the bullet flew through the air at high speed and hit the wall behind him with the sound of friction.

I was anxious, knowing that if I was completely surrounded, I would surely die.

He took out a grenade, knocked it against a pillar, and rolled out with all his might.

He replaced the Chicago typewriter with a 50-round drum magazine and rushed out along the wall with his back bent as the explosion sounded.

While firing, he also concentrated on collecting the shells.

"tatter"

"Whoosh"

"Whoosh"

The bullets splashed dust around from time to time.

As I scanned with my peripheral vision, a Japanese soldier took out a grenade and tried to hit me on the head.

"tatter"

The short burst of fire hit the other person.

The fierce firepower forced the remaining two Japanese soldiers to stop moving.

Zhang Aiguo had no time to pick up weapons and could only run in a panic. It would be safer if he ran to the core area of ​​the International Settlement.

Run out and survive.

If we wait any longer, I’m afraid the International Settlement will also be blocked, and we’ll be completely screwed.

There were sporadic gunshots behind him, and Zhang Aiguo knew that he should have some scratches.

He rolled over and unleashed a burst of fire towards the place where the Japanese were hiding behind him.

When the Japanese stood up again, Zhang Aiguo had already crossed the road. It was obviously impossible to enter directly from the intersection because the Westerners also had soldiers guarding it.

Several British soldiers saw Zhang Aiguo running towards them empty-handed and raised their rifles at him.

Zhang Aiguo had no choice but to run to the side, and Lao Wang's ladder from next door came in handy.

Zhang Aiguo took out his bicycle and drove towards Chinese territory on the street.

Today, Britain and the United States are still the breadwinners of the Japanese and they dare not turn against them. Britain taught them the technology of warships and aircraft, and the United States provided them with steel, oil and many strategic materials. Britain and the United States are the largest buyers of the gold that the Japanese robbed.

Having caused such a big mess, the only thing left was to escape from the concession, return to the Chinese area, Shanghai County, and go out along the railway.

After changing his clothes, Zhang Aiguo rode his bicycle at a leisurely pace. He disinfected the scratches on his body with alcohol and applied some wound medicine. They were not serious and did not affect his normal activities.

All the police and patrol officers came out and wandered the streets, learning from the experience of Tianjin, and checked out of the hotel when leaving.

I put away my bike and continued walking along the river. The electric lights gradually faded away, leaving only the occasional small light. The road under my feet was bumpy and the houses on the roadside began to become low, and gradually shacks appeared. They became lower and lower, and could not even be called shacks.

"Puchi"

Zhang Aiguo knew that he was unlucky as he stepped on excrement, but he did not stop and could only keep walking.

After wandering around, when a hint of dawn appeared in the sky, Zhang Aiguo realized that he was lost.

Looking at the buildings in the distance, I confirmed that I had left Shanghai and was probably in the suburbs now.

Stopping, Zhang Aiguo took off his lucky shoes and threw them into the paddy field beside him.

He changed into a coarse linen shorts and a straw hat, put an old pipe on his waist, sat on the mule cart, used a compass to determine the direction, and the sound of a clear copper bell fell behind him.

Looking at the pedestrians gradually appearing on the road and their constant staring at him, Zhang Aiguo realized that his driver was dressed differently from those on the road. He had forgotten that there were differences in clothing between the north and the south.

He drove the mule cart down the country road and into a woods. He put away the mule cart and appeared again. He was carrying a black bag and had a pair of old cloth shoes on his feet. He looked like a man who was out to make a living.

"Grandma, can you give me some water to drink?"

The old lady sat on a stool and chatted, looking warily at Zhang Aiguo who had a flattering look on his face.

"Wait a moment"

The kind-faced old lady went home and brought out a bowl of water.

Zhang Aiguo took the ceramic bowl and drank it in one gulp.

"Thank you, grandma, you are such a kind person."

"Escape?"

"Yes, I'm from Anhui and I want to make a living in Shanghai."

"Shanghai is also difficult. You are going in the wrong direction. Shanghai is over there."

The old lady pointed to the southeast.

"what"

"This is Jiading County, and my son is also in Shanghai"

"Thank you, grandma."

To the west of Jiading is Kunshan. The current Beijing-Shanghai Railway passes through Kunshan, but you can catch a ride since there is a railway.

After saying goodbye to the old lady, he went out and walked southeast for a while, then turned and headed west.

Listening to the train whistle all the way, Zhang Aiguo followed the sound.

In the distance, a train was running with white steam and black smoke on its head. It was running at a speed of 30 to 40 kilometers per hour, and it was not possible to catch up with it by running. It was difficult to get on the train, and even more difficult to get off the train.

Zhang Aiguo walked along the railway tracks bored.

"Hey!"

Zhang Aiguo looked up and saw two patrol workers walking towards him, holding tools and signal lights.

"What are you doing? This is an important railway area. Get out of here immediately."

Zhang Aiguo bent down, said nothing, stood up and walked away quickly. His different accent could easily arouse suspicion.

Far away from the railway tracks, Zhang Aiguo was looking for a turn and an uphill slope where the train would slow down and there might be guards in the carriage.

A whistle sounded in the distance.

Zhang Aiguo hid in the grass by the roadside and watched the freight train locomotive roar past.

He stood up quickly and accelerated to run parallel to the train. While running, he looked for a place to climb the railing. When he found the right spot, he jumped up with all his might. He grabbed the handle with one hand, climbed up and hung on the side of the car. The wind was very strong and his face looked a little out of shape.

He steadied himself and carefully regained his balance little by little. He had to enter the roofless carriage to avoid the high-speed wind of the train.

He slowly climbed to the roof of the carriage, which was loaded with large machinery. Zhang Aiguo turned over and jumped down, but he couldn't recognize what it was for.

I found a corner, took out the kettle and drank a few sips, then took out some cooked food to fill my stomach, found a military blanket, wrapped myself in it, and fell into a deep sleep. The train would take another seven or eight hours to reach Nanjing Xiaguan Railway Station.

After a night of tossing and turning, Zhang Aiguo's physical strength had reached its limit. He ran from Hongkou to the International Settlement, then to the French Concession, and returned halfway to the north. If it had not been dawn, he might have walked to the bank of the Yangtze River.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

A burst of shouting woke Zhang Aiguo up.

"I"