0p0 Chapter 456: Blowing up the fake agency
Chapter 456: Blowing up the fake agency
Indiscriminate attacks can fill the hungry stomachs of the Japanese as long as they need it.
"Brothers, fight them."
"Fight."
"Fuck you."
A dozen people only had time to shout four or five times before falling in a pool of blood.
Screaming, crying, feeling so painful, holding the broken limbs in a daze, terrified.
"whoosh"
The Japanese threw two Type 97 grenades, which rolled into the crowd. In the dust of the explosion, several rifles emerged.
Cutting off someone's source of wealth is like killing their parents, adding hatred to hatred, an absolute mortal feud.
The spare magazine had been replaced long ago to ensure that there was enough bullet reserve. If one pot was not enough, there would be at least three pots left after finishing one pot.
"Onboard!"
The Japs bent their waists, stretched out their short legs, and rolled forward like yellowish potatoes. Don't underestimate their shortness, they move at a high frequency and very fast speed.
The wind is blowing. It's the season when wheat is ripe. What we fear most is heavy rain and drizzle. A year's harvest will go back to where it came from.
Thunder rumbled and the Japanese attack stopped.
The Japanese could not withstand the diseases brought by the heavy rain.
If there is thunder but no rain on a sunny day, that's bad. There will be a severe drought.
The Japs couldn't wait any longer, so they stood up and rushed forward, yelling.
The cruelty and bloodthirstiness made the puppet soldiers' hearts palpitate and their legs went weak with fear. They mustered up their courage and marched forward amid shouts.
Close your eyes and open them again, finger on the trigger, halfway through.
"Da da da"
The bullets were ordinary, without any twists or turns, each one was a bullet, and each one drew blood.
As soon as the Japanese fell, the puppet army lost their control and quickly retreated.
In order to be combat-ready, one must provide benefits and the other must establish faith.
I enjoyed shooting, and my mood became cheerful. The lingering negative emotions were completely released along with the bullets' unethical behavior.
After waiting for another twenty minutes, the professor still didn't arrive.
Occasionally, sporadic gunshots and explosions were heard from a distance, and all the small fish were turned into dried fish, a bumper harvest.
After the minute hand turned a few times, Zhang Aiguo simply stood up. Those who needed to run had already run, and those who didn't want to walk no longer walked.
They gave their blood to the earth voluntarily or not.
He walked a few quick steps and prepared to rush back to the mule cart. The big blue mule was munching on grass and some soybeans. The battle had nothing to do with it.
"I took good care of the mule cart."
The stall owner apologized with a smile. He knew that he was a ruthless person and he dared not provoke him. In case he didn't like him, he would give him peanuts, but he couldn't accept it.
"Well, yes, I see. Here, take it."
Everyone was trying to pick up the free coins, but he didn't catch up. It was a pity as he missed a great opportunity to make a fortune.
As for paper money, it was valuable in the early days. As time went by, steady steps pursued speed, from narrow paths to provincial and national highways, until it exceeded the limit on the expressway.
"You are a hero who killed the devils. I don't want it."
The stall owner waved his hands and refused to sell it.
"You are being hypocritical. If you don't spend money to live, your wife and children will not have food to eat. If you are asked to take it, just take it. Thank you on behalf of the mule."
Five or six ten-yuan Central Bank notes were forcefully stuffed into his hands.
"Take care of yourself."
Meeting by chance, knowing each other is fate.
"drive"
A crack of the whip.
The sound of brisk hoof steps.
If you weren't worried about too many people and too many eyes, you could just put your things in a separate space and live a better life with less worry and effort.
Pile the spoils up and cover them casually with tarpaulin.
Not far along the road, the clear sound of a copper bell was interrupted.
"What? Draw a line?"
Zhang Aiguo, sitting cross-legged on a round grass mat, knew that it would not be easy to leave.
The price is clearly marked, and they will do anything to get money and equipment.
"Don't misunderstand, don't be suspicious, our unit is an anti-Japanese guerrilla force behind enemy lines, not bandits."
Haha, two cold sneers.
"I have long wanted to root out the fake government agencies and crack down on their arrogance. I was planning it when I received news that a lone hero has come out with great force."
Regardless of whether Zhang Aiguo responded or not, he just kept talking to himself.
"My leaders heard about it and immediately mobilized the armed work team, the district squad, and three regular companies to block the enemy's support on the road. We can't let you suffer. You are outnumbered. We are comrades in arms. We have fought the devils together."
We must make every effort to pursue development, time waits for no one.
He speaks in a very organized way and makes his ideas easy to understand.
Publicity has always been our strong point.
The brushstrokes are exquisite, with gold powder and gold foil applied.
"Your actions have inspired us to respect you. We feel that we need to publicize what you have done to inspire and encourage the people to dare to resist the aggressors and the oppression of all the old forces and evil forces, and remove the three mountains on the people's heads."
If Zhang Aiguo hadn't known the changes that happened after the sun set, he would have believed it.
The three thousand soft girls are a scar that will never heal, and from time to time, the bloody wound will be revealed with an unintentional touch.
"If you have anything to say, just say it directly. People in the underworld cannot play tricks."
"That's great. He is indeed a loyal hero. He stood up when the country and the nation were in danger. This is righteousness and worth learning from."
The free supplies and equipment are marked with the badge of Simei Trading Company. When doing good deeds, one should leave a name behind. It is foolish to remain anonymous.
If you don't tell him, he will pretend not to know. But even if you tell him, he still needs to verify it and all relevant parties will get involved.
There is no need to move forward, no need to move backward.
The enemy of truth is not just lies, but compromise.
"You want guns and ammunition?"
Having said so much, it’s still a bit awkward after all. My cultivation level needs to be improved.
"Yes, you don't need so much personally. If you give it to us, it can play a greater role."
"Then how do you know I'm alone? I have a team?"
Zhang Aiguo asked back with a stern face.
"Well, well, there are no independent armed forces around. Only by uniting together can we have the power to defeat the invaders."
"That means they have been incorporated, and the bandits have been incorporated as well?"
The other party laughed heartily.
"We are all anti-Japanese armed forces, regardless of who we are. As long as we fight against Japan, we welcome you with open arms. We share the same aspirations and will fight the Japanese together to seek a future for our country and our nation."
It seems that what he said is true. All the disobedient small armed forces in the surrounding areas have been wiped out, leaving only two parties fighting for territory. The first characteristic of politics is exclusivity.
"Look, it's inconvenient for you to carry so many weapons. You might as well give them to us and use them to fight the Japanese. It's better than you throwing them away in the end. Don't you think so?"
"Besides, you can't find anyone to sell it to within dozens of miles."
Zhang Aiguo firmly believed in this point. All the bandits and bullies were wiped out and turned into food.
"It's impossible to take something away with just empty words."
"It seems that you have misunderstood us. This is because we have not done our job well."
"Don't worry, don't make a big accusation of me. I am also contributing to the war of resistance. It's a fair deal. One hand pays the other hand delivers the goods."
"What contribution have you made? If we hadn't stopped the Japanese, they would have surrounded you long ago. I don't believe you could have escaped. I..."
Look, the temporary worker is anxious.
"My bullets don't cost money?"
"How much effort did I put into taking down a bunker? You guys have done it before, don't you know how difficult it is?"
"Xiao Li, stop talking nonsense. You are violating discipline. Do you know that? Who told you to talk? Go back and write a self-criticism. It must be profound, at least 300 words."
The tone is serious and righteous.
Zhang Aiguo was not happy. Was he punished by drinking three glasses of wine?