I want to be a good person

Chapter 325 Typewriter Sounds

He rejected the village chief's attempt to send out gunners to help, and fought alone. There were very few people who could cooperate with him.

Besides, they are all familiar faces and you might get betrayed.

After returning to the Li family courtyard, Zhang Aiguo broke in again, broke the lock, and sorted out the messy books inside.

Sitting on the recliner that the old man likes to sit on, in what name should I save people? In what capacity?

Watching Zhang Aiguo walk out of the village on foot and walk along the dirt road towards Dawang Town.

A gunner hurried back to report.

"Is he alone?"

"Yes, sir, I see it clearly."

After listening to the gunner's report, Village Chief Li's heart was in turmoil. It is human nature to pursue profit and fame, and to choose what is beneficial to oneself, not what is best.

"Old Li used to have some background, but when the Japanese came, he fell into poverty."

"However, fortunately I did not take action. The Japanese targeted not only the prescription but also the floating wealth. It's a bit difficult."

The gunner watched the master fall into deep thought and did not dare to remind him. It was not easy to make a living these days. It was risking one's life to make money, so it was not worth it.

"Master, he is walking. How about I ride a bicycle to report?"

The quick-witted gunner rolled his eyes and reminded in a low voice.

"No need. I can't figure out the strangeness of his nephew's coming here. Don't cause yourself trouble."

"Yes."

In less than five minutes, a young gunner quietly slipped out of the village.

Village chief Li knew exactly what the other party was going to do, but he pretended to be ignorant and was unwilling to stop them.

No one is more important than your own family. Helping others is not a big deal and you can do it conveniently and gain favor. But if it is a hassle and effort with no benefit, who would be willing to do it?

That's pure stupidity. It's impossible for you to ask for favors.

Besides, he was still eyeing his family's things, but it was difficult to take them from his own people, so he was waiting for an opportunity.

A black red heart was divided into ten parts. How many parts did the Japanese occupy? How many were blue and how many were red?

In fact, the village chief didn't know either. He just went with the flow and followed whoever was stronger. He was a typical fence-sitter.

Zhang Aiguo did not have the ability to eavesdrop on people's thoughts. He could not predict the person's true heart because he knew his face.

But he still became cautious, so he hid in a ditch by the roadside and listened carefully to any movement on the road.

"chichi"

Chains and wheels, a Type 26 rickshaw, pedaling quickly, apparently with all his might.

The direction is the same as Zhang Aiguo's, the clothes can be changed, but the logo and style of the bicycle cannot be changed.

Zhang Aiguo has a good memory and recognized this person.

"stop."

The turtle box in his hand was pointed at the other party.

The sudden shout made the other party lose his concentration and fall to the ground due to nervousness.

When I looked up, I saw the black muzzle of a gun. Damn, it was Taijun's pistol. The Japanese officer had this kind of pistol.

"Don't move!"

The other party stood up halfway, but when he heard the order, he froze and dared not move.

The corporal punishment lasted for a short while, but soon the strength wore off.

Sweat dripped into the ground to form a human shape.

"Where to go? To find the Japs?"

Destroy the other party's physical perseverance, and it will be easy to break through psychologically.

"Have mercy, I was confused for a moment."

Fortunately, he did not make any excuses and his courage was not lost, but it was a pity that he used it in the wrong place.

"Are you confused, or is Village Chief Li confused?"

"It's me! It's me!"

Zhang Aiguo was curious and wondered, what's wrong with this brain? It's even dumber than his own.

"Tell me."

It can be understood in a few words. He doesn't dare to be the leader, but thinks about the benefits, so he has to instigate others. There are still differences from the previous assumptions. Human hearts are too complicated!

"call"

Zhang Aiguo approached the man, preparing to tie him up, but was unexpectedly attacked by a straight punch, heading straight for his nose and eyes.

Still not convinced?

The black dragon stretched out its claws, and then stabbed it through the neck.

Pick up the bicycle from the ground. It has an M logo on it. It is manufactured by the Koki Miyada Manufacturing Co., Ltd. It is equipped with a chain box and a friction-generated headlight. The workmanship is indeed excellent.

Think about how to blend in?

He took out a black Nissan Model 70, put it in the car, and drove away with smoke coming out of its mouth.

The beginning of our daily life was imitation, which was a characteristic of the early stages of industrialization. Imitating all items such as guns, cars and tanks was the only way to change.

In Zhang Aiguo's mind, the industrial level and technical strength of Desan were among the best. After the war, the two countries competed for people and equipment respectively, which led to the subsequent bipolar competition.

"Report, an automatic vehicle has been spotted ahead, be on alert."

The sentry at the Japanese stronghold saw the vehicle moving from a distance and shouted to alert the sergeant.

The sergeant immediately ran to the roof and observed through a telescope.

Ordinary Japanese soldiers could not recognize the model of the vehicle, but it was better for non-commissioned officers.

"Nissan Motor? The division commander's car?"

"Really? Is there an important person coming?"

“But we didn’t receive any notification.”

The sentry muttered to himself.

"It's strange. Why is there no escort? A single automatic vehicle?"

The sergeant heard the whispers and became suspicious.

When high-ranking Japanese officials traveled, they paid attention to the grand momentum. They had to be surrounded by a large number of people, with motorcycles leading the way and trucks as escorts. There had to be at least five or six vehicles to appear majestic.

"Will it be a private inspection?"

"Ok?"

Several Japanese soldiers lowered their heads and thought, wondering if they had done anything wrong.

"Be prepared to welcome it and stay alert."

What if it’s someone from the division?

More than a dozen Japanese soldiers put on their uniforms, and the sergeant even put on white gloves.

The black car was getting closer and closer along the road.

The suspension bridge was lowered and the Japanese lined up to wait for inspection.

The car was moving slowly because Zhang Aiguo was counting and analyzing the enemy's military equipment.

There was a Japanese soldier standing on the top of the three-story turret, holding a rifle with a plaster flag welded on it.

The car stopped steadily under the turret. The sergeant trotted forward and saluted. After the salute, he went forward and opened the back door.

"Nani?"

The back seat was empty, and I was stunned for a moment.

The front door suddenly opened and a gun spurted out red flames.

"tatter"

The Chicago Typewriter Gun, which was specially designed to deal with hand-to-hand combat, opened fire. With the 50-round drum magazine's dimensionality-reducing suppression power, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers fell in a pool of blood.

Even if the Japanese had some suspicions, they never thought of such a shameless act.

A sneak attack, another sneak attack. Zhang Aiguo learned the combat concept from the Japanese devils, and it is good to be able to win.

"Snapped"

A shot from a high position made a bullet hole in the windshield.

However, Zhang Aiguo did not forget the Japanese soldiers on the roof of the artillery tower. The Japanese sergeant with a plaster flag hanging on his bayonet was the grassroots tactical commander who organized and coordinated the attack.

"tatter"

The muzzle of a gun was exposed through the left door of the car, causing a cloud of dust to form on the edge of the building.

Zhang Aiguo ran into the artillery tower while suppressing the enemy with his guns.

The Japanese had already raised the sights on their rifles, and just as they were about to raise their heads, bullets whizzed in, raising a cloud of dust.

After counting the bodies, there was only one Japanese soldier left on the roof, and the telephone in the turret kept ringing.

"Ding-ding-ding."

"Moses, Moses?"

"Taijun, it's me, Fu Dazhuang from the Public Security Corps. My brothers heard gunshots. Did something happen?"

"Shoot the resisters. You are very loyal. Great!"

Did the puppet army provide support?

It's pure bluffing. Just to make a living and make money, I won't risk my life.

Zhang Aiguo understood their mentality very well. He had made the phone call and confirmed that it was not my responsibility if anything happened.

Buck-passing and procrastination are the main themes!