I want to be a good person

Chapter 122: The Jingguan of the Artillery Tower

The knife hit the baffle, making a sound.

"Little Dog, go take a look."

"Hey"

He looked at his pocket watch.

"Ozawa-kun, it's not time yet?"

"Maybe Mr. Inoue missed his wife too much and couldn't sleep."

"Hahaha"

"Hum hum"

The two people smiled ambiguously.

"Hey, Inoue-kun, are you missing your wife?"

He said as he pulled open the baffle, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

Zhang Aiguo stood up straight instantly, with one foot low and one high. Using inertia and the strength of his arms, he stabbed upwards with a "puff" sound. Blood flowed down the blood groove on the blade. The cigarette fell down and was extinguished by the blood.

"idiot"

A Japanese soldier named Ozawa rushed over with a gun with a bayonet.

He pushed aside the Japanese soldiers blocking the baffle and the ladder with one hand and stabbed downwards.

Zhang Aiguo changed his hand to a long red tasseled spear.

Every inch is stronger.

The tip of the gun was like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark, biting you suddenly and sending a chill through your heart.

The Japs were very proud of their hand-to-hand combat and stabbing techniques, and were extremely arrogant.

The gun was pulled downward, and all the Japs could do was twitch, waiting for their internal organs to be filled with their own blood.

There were still 10 minutes left before the shift change, so he returned to the second floor and pointed his rifle at the four men at the checkpoint.

"Taijun, why is the light not turning on?"

A puppet soldier stopped nodding, and finally it was time to go to bed, and he became energetic.

"Yoshi, yours is very good, you can see it clearly, hand over the shift"

He turned his head and looked back at the artillery tower.

"Taijun, smoke a cigarette."

The sycophant took out his cigarette.

"Um"

The Japanese were very satisfied and moved closer to the matches in the puppet soldier's hand.

"chug"

Zhang Aiguo fired two test shots and then began the formal shooting. After three short bursts, the four ghosts and humans fell in a pool of blood.

There is a watchtower every few miles.

The sound of gunfire could be heard far away in the howling wind at night.

"Jingle Bell"

the phone is ringing.

The lights at the Chahar checkpoint opposite were turned off and it was very quiet.

After Zhang Aiguo packed up the usable guns and other supplies, he even dismantled the searchlight.

On the first floor, they chopped off the devils' heads one by one with swords and piled them up to form a Jingguan, with the wolfhound's head placed on top.

It must be beautiful and elegant, and it must satisfy the wishes of the little devils.

A few shots were fired at the opposite checkpoint to create friction.

The plainclothes team was killed. The bear was too cruel to his own people. The puppet army only searched for money and supplies.

There is also a couple who cook. We cannot let them be implicated. Don’t blame them for working for the Japanese. It is so difficult to live there.

Zhang Aiguo is not a saint, but he also has a bottom line. As the saying goes, be at peace with what you have in your heart and let nature take its course.

No explosives were used to blow up the blockhouse for fear of causing trouble to the surrounding villages. The Japanese would still capture able-bodied men to rebuild it, as there was no all-out war yet.

There was blood on the wall, with a few big words written on it: "Drive out the Japanese pirates and revive China."

I originally wanted to write about the Central Bureau of Investigation or the Military Bureau of Investigation, but unfortunately they had not yet been formally established. The Party Affairs Investigation Section of the Central Organization Committee of the Kuomintang was the predecessor of the Central Bureau of Investigation.

The Japanese's bastard boxes actually all had gun ropes. During marching and fighting, they were tied diagonally to the belt, or passed through the neck and worn diagonally under the armpit to prevent them from slipping out of the hand, being lost, or being damaged.

Made a few trip mines and placed a few nails soaked in feces.

The blue and white horse ran to the south, and it might not be safe to continue heading north.

Follow your heart, hammer here and stick there, no rules are the rules, focus on accidents and emergencies.

I ran and looked back, and saw that the Japanese reacted quickly.

There was a faint roar of cars in the distance.

Keep running.

An ambush was out of the question, because he was not Yan Shuangying. Everything had flaws, and when God opened a window, he would inevitably close another. No one was perfect, including the Son of Destiny.

The sound of horses' hooves clattered along the country path.

After running far away, I felt very relaxed. I killed more than a dozen Japanese soldiers and sweat of happiness flowed out of my pores.

After running for dozens of miles, Zhang Aiguo changed to a mule cart and continued along the trail.

The dim lanterns made the road look hazy. From time to time, the chirping of insects and birds could be heard from the fields, grass and woods. The sounds of night owls were quite creepy.

Zhang Aiguo's excitement had not yet dissipated, so he used the brass kerosene lighter he had seized from the Japanese to light the Japanese's cigarette to refresh himself.

I opened a can of beef, ate some compressed biscuits and cake, and drank some sake to replenish my energy.

The canned food has a purer taste and is basically made of real beef. Later, the Japanese used fish or pork instead, and some even directly used starch and beans instead, which tasted much worse.

After invading Northeast China, the Japanese army's average daily calorie intake level increased from 2800 kcal to more than 3000 kcal. In 1931, the Japanese Army began to implement the "Regulations on Wartime Provisions for Soldiers", and even included desserts in the ration list. The food rations were like heaven and earth compared with those of the National Army.

The fish belly white slowly appeared.

Occasionally you can see pedestrians on the road, with numb expressions and dark brown clothes with patches on top of patches.

Everyone passed by in silence.

The north is getting farther and farther away.

Zhang Aiguo planned to stay in Longhua for a short time and make his skin cleaner. A fair face is the first impression of distinguishing classes, and his beard also needs to be trimmed.

Inside the inn, Zhang Aiguo asked for a room and fell into a deep sleep.

“This is a fat sheep”

"A bit like"

"Are you going to do it?"

"It's just a mule cart, it won't make much money, don't make trouble, remember we are here to sell goods, we still have to deliver mail later."

"Okay, listen to you"

If there is a bargain to be had, everyone will try their best to take advantage of it, for fear of losing out. Business with no capital is the most profitable, and high income means high risk. If you don't believe it, go and look at what is prohibited by regulations.

When the sun sets, Zhang Aiguo sets out again, still choosing the village road. The main road is definitely full of checkpoints, and he may encounter Japanese convoys and be requisitioned at any time.

The autumn corn in the field grew tall, forming a green tent. Occasionally, farmers could be seen walking home after weeding. The smoke from the village kitchens was blown out of shape by the wind.

On the wasteland, Zhang Aiguo worked hard, digging a hole with a Type 38 engineer pickaxe and a shovel. The mule was big, so the hole had to be big. As a person, you should keep your words and be grateful to those who have helped you. As the saying goes, there is a god above your head.

A small willow sapling dug from the roadside was planted there.

The fallen leaves circled in the darkness, reluctant to leave, constantly telling the air about their loneliness. Occasionally, the autumn wind swept across the ground, and the leaves struggled to get up again, but were unable to return to their original position. The whirring sound was desolate.

The dim light from the lantern made the leaves look even more withered and yellow, and their veins bulged with anxiety.

A leaf fell on Zhang Aiguo's crossed legs with the wind. He felt the warmth, but it was not his own embrace after all, so he resolutely chose to leave.

The stars hid, perhaps because they were dissatisfied with the current state of the world. They wrapped themselves in a military blanket and the mule cart continued to move forward.

The road is under our feet, but we are afraid of the bleakness of the autumn rain. Life is a road of no return, so we just have to grit our teeth and move forward.