I want to be a good person

Chapter 450: Separation Again

"Hurry, hold on, Maeda-kun."

The Japanese have such strict control over medicines and medical devices that they say they can be resold at will. It's just fantasy.

The guards were only equipped with a small amount of first aid medicines and equipment, and could only provide simple anesthesia, wound cleaning and bandaging, and had to endure the pain after being injured.

When supplies were scarce, there were only a few bandages and a few rolls of cotton wool, and not even any anesthetics. Unable to bear the pain, self-destruction was a common practice, and that was why the wounded soldiers would not surrender.

The Japanese do not keep idle people, and send women abroad to earn foreign exchange for their sex.

Amaterasu calls miserably every day.

Blood gushed out uncontrollably, soaking the bandage in the guard's hand.

"Commander Maeda, I'm dead."

The Japanese soldiers blocked Zhang Aiguo's view and surrounded the officer, making it impossible for him to find a target to attack.

Leading cadres in the middle?

The world is a big copy.

I can't cure you, little one.

The Japanese soldiers divided into two groups and surrounded them.

"Snapped"

The Japanese learned from their mistakes and no longer tied plaster flags to bayonets, so the old method of distinction became ineffective.

The saber hanging on the knife chain and the turtle box in the hand are the new symbols of class distinction.

"bump"

"bump"

"chirp"

The Japanese grenade launcher.

"Dodge."

Zhang Aiguo shouted urgently, lying down is to leave the rest to fate, the Japanese's combat skills should not be underestimated.

Fall sideways, roll continuously, avoid, bend the body and hold the head.

"boom."

The exploded debris fell down.

"Damn it"

There are too many people and too many eyes, and there is no way to save your life.

Show off to everyone. Even if the Republic of China fights on its own, it will still be sliced ​​and diced. Individuals cannot resist the state's violent apparatus and are no longer alone.

Zhang Aiguo spat out the dirt in his mouth and cursed. He looked around and saw three or four people injured, two of whom were motionless.

"Where's our little cannon?"

"here."

The groom took out a grenade launcher from his back and handed over a grenade.

Treat others in their own way.

Catch the thief first to catch the king.

After the first grenade flew out, Zhang Aiguo adjusted the angle and fired three grenades in succession, which exploded among the Japanese group.

Seeing that their superiors were either dead or injured, the Japanese soldiers went crazy, screaming and charging.

The Japanese soldiers with the Type 92 heavy machine gun adjusted the muzzle and attacked like heavy rain.

"Grenade!"

"Gone."

Zhang Aiguo could only take out two Type 91 hand grenades from his bag, pull out the safety, and test fire one.

The bullet impacted a little off point and did not affect the machine gun, causing it to be strafed by machine gun fire.

The team members lying on the ground were motionless, and someone was shot from time to time.

"Chief of Staff, it's time to evacuate. Our people have withdrawn."

"Brothers, retreat in batches. Crawling backwards, don't look up. There are civilians here. Leave a few people behind to stop the enemy."

"I come."

A company commander said.

Zhang Aiguo was very touched and waved his hand, signaling them to go first.

How can I be soft-hearted?

Chivalrous and tender feelings cannot be revealed.

It is easier to operate with fewer people.

Under the protection of two guards, Zhang Aiguo took out another grenade and adjusted the angle.

"bump"

The bullet landed next to the machine gunner, raising a cloud of dust.

The main and deputy shooters lay on the ground.

The assistant gunner came up from behind, pushed them apart, and started firing again.

"look"

The warhead headed straight for the target.

An invisible beautiful arc.

"boom"

The heavy machine gun weighing fifty kilograms was knocked to the ground by the shock wave.

"Give me the assault!"

"spread"

After eliminating the threat of the heavy machine gun, the three men stood up, bent over and ran backwards. The ambush circle was ready.

They ran and looked back and fired. The Japanese were divided into several teams, and the puppet troops followed closely.

It's not just one anti-Japanese armed force that is resisting.

The accents are diverse, but the blood is the same.

"Fight while retreating, and lead them into an encirclement."

Holding the box gun horizontally, three people performed three-stage shooting and loaded bullets while running, which was very difficult, especially for the ten-shot box gun, the bolt had to be fully pulled open before the magazine could be used to load bullets.

Zhang Aiguo discovered the situation and quickly explained it.

"Save bullets and shoot one by one."

The bulky box gun leaned forward, and my wrist was strained. The two-pound iron thing was so solid.

Bullets whizzed by.

The Japs' formation remained unchanged, a result of their muscle memory from long-training.

From time to time, the Japanese soldiers fired shots while kneeling.

"Ouch"

The right-hand horseman was shot in the leg.

I stood up trembling, unable to walk due to the pain.

"Xiaosheng, support me. If that doesn't work, carry me for a while and exchange with the brothers."

After giving the order, he put the wooden gun case back on, put his shoulder to it and fired backwards.

As the gunshots rang out, a Japanese soldier and a puppet soldier fell down.

The purpose of fighting is to make money. When the domestic situation in Japan was revealed through various channels and the family was living in dire straits, it was inevitable that they would have thoughts and mindless desires to sacrifice themselves.

There is no need to mention the puppet troops, just lie down.

The distance between them gradually widened, but they were still unable to shake off the enemy, so they had to follow behind relentlessly.

One minute of living with dignity is better than a thousand years of humiliating slavery.

"Chief of Staff, give me a gun and two grenades. I will stay here to stop the enemy and find a way for my brothers to survive."

"No, your mission is to retreat, stay alive and healthy, and witness development. History is created by the people."

Red eyes, sadness, and a variety of emotions rolling in my heart.

The Chief of Staff is so nice, he treats his brothers as brothers.

As soon as the thought of disobedience came to his mind, Zhang Aiguo waved his hands vigorously.

"Don't argue. My gun is good and has enough firepower. It's not much different from a machine gun. As a soldier, I have to obey orders."

I originally wanted to find an opportunity to leave the team. The road has been paved and the weapons are complete. All that remains is to recruit them, and by then I will have a certain level.

If you continue to do this, it will be difficult to get away from it. You will be arrested and held accountable on false charges, which is inevitable.

It is common sense that unity is the key to success. Disobedience is hostility, a zero-sum game, which Zhang Aiguo really doesn't want to play.

Absolute power tends to corrupt absolutely.

Having made up his mind, Zhang Aiguo decided to cherish this opportunity.

As the gun was fired, it turned into a turtle box, and from the accent we could tell that they were one of us.

A corpse is being dressed up as it is now, being prepared intensively, waiting for the right moment, hot and boiling, to come out to meet guests.

“Here, here.”

The firepower was weakened, and the Japanese traitors survived.

He rushed forward screaming.

The traitors got excited and rushed to the front for the first time, shouting as they ran: "Come on, catch him alive, the lady will reward him with 50 dollars."

"Brothers, the opportunity has come, charge for me."

"It's a rare opportunity, 50 bucks is a lot of money."

There were cheers and encouragements coming one after another.

The detective team and the puppet army competed with each other and became inward-looking.

The only remaining Japanese second lieutenant, with his arm in a sling, posted the bounty under the protection of two guards.

Under the reward, there must be a brave man.

Why were the militiamen who were once the executioner so powerful?

The method is exactly the same as that of the Japanese devils.

Burning, killing, looting, and committing all kinds of evil.

Even though he was not good at defeating the foreigners, he was very good at dealing with his own compatriots. He was a typical sage on the outside and a king on the inside, killing people in droves and causing rivers of blood.

What you write is full of benevolence, righteousness, and morality, but what do you actually do?

We are almost at the ambush site.

It's time to leave.