I want to be a good person

Chapter 272 The Help of Traitors

"Report to the Lord, everything has been sorted out."

"Yoshi!"

After saying that, he sat in the truck's cockpit with a fierce look on his face, stuck his head out and shouted, "Make way!"

The truck was swaying in front, a three-wheeled motorcycle was leading the way, and the traitor was leading the way on a bicycle.

The puppet soldiers could only follow in formation, and they did not forget to drive the horse-drawn carriages. All the supplies looted from the village were thrown into the trucks.

I touched it with my hand and collected a small wave.

The plaster flag on the vehicle drooped its head, motionless.

Zhang Aiguo pretended to be very sad, with a cold face all the time, and his beard was a little prickly to the touch.

"Sir, are you thinking?"

"Yes, it's what you think."

Gao Deli, who was driving, smacked his lips and sighed in his heart, "A boss is a boss. He thinks deeply and long-term."

With three machine guns set up, it was easy to shoot down hundreds of assembled people.

No wonder they have to keep loading bullets into the magazine and cleaning the guns. It takes a lot of manpower to catch 100 pigs.

At that time, just listen to your superiors, do whatever they tell you to do, and never go west if they tell you to go east.

Seeing that Gao Deli's expression was becoming more and more relaxed, Zhang Aiguo reached out and patted him lightly.

"Pay attention to your expression. We are wearing this leather and sending off the dead devils. It's heavy, heavy, understand?"

"Yes, yes, this feeling is a bit comfortable. I feel happy and relieved."

Gao Deli responded with a grin.

"We must advance proactively and prudently, reduce negative impacts, and take a holistic approach!"

Zhang Aiguo spoke the official language earnestly.

The sun was scorching, the heat of the rays baking the earth, and the wild dogs on the roadside kept sticking out their tongues and panting.

The traitors and puppet soldiers untied their arms, becoming more and more dejected as they walked, not much better than the wild dogs they had seen, and they felt that the guns they were carrying were so heavy.

The Japanese corpses emitted a disgusting odor under the sun, the horses seemed to snort less frequently, and their innocent big eyes were filled with tears of grievance.

There is not a trace of wind and the sky is cloudless!

“We’re here. We’re finally here.”

The traitors and puppet soldiers who were sweating profusely breathed a sigh of relief, and the torturous journey was over.

"Taijun, we are here, please get off the car."

"Slow down."

The smile on the traitor's face was as bright as the sun in the sky.

Arrived at Changshu County?

"Gather, gather!"

The remaining puppet soldiers and traitors lined up one after another, the Japanese also ran out, and a sergeant ran over and saluted.

Turning around and seeing the corpses on the carriage, his face changed again and again. A small team member was killed in it. Now there were only a dozen Japanese soldiers and the baggage soldiers left.

It turns out that the Japanese soldiers would feel sad and their eyes would turn red. The characteristics of the Japanese soldiers are that they are mainly from the same region, have the same dialect and customs, and tend to stick together.

"Line up, line up, we are going to take revenge."

We must not give the Japanese time to think and keep them busy.

"Report, would you like to request tactical guidance?"

"No, with our participation, we can definitely get revenge. We just need to urge them to move forward bravely."

What a joke! I'm here to collect money, not to cause trouble.

When the Japanese soldiers finished their formation, carrying Type 99 rifles, they stood straight.

"Gentlemen, the honor of the imperial soldiers cannot be insulted. Let us set out now to avenge this humiliation."

After saying that, he took out a rolled-up bowl, like a woman's menstrual belt, and the Japanese soldier in the front row skillfully put his hands on his forehead and said two words - victory!

Hatsumaki is a Chinese headband culture copied by the Japanese. Go, chopsticks, sashimi, sushi, ancient buildings, matcha, kimono and other culture originated from Chinese.

Our ancestors left us not only a vast territory, but also a profound traditional culture. Logically, we should not lose it. Unfortunately...

Oh, the bowl in the second lieutenant's hand fell to the ground. The Japanese were very surprised. How could this happen? They were a little dumbfounded. It was such a solemn ceremony.

The lieutenant took a few steps forward to grab the cloth strip, then fell to the ground, confused.

"Da Da Da~ Da Da Da"

Machine guns on both sides spewed out flames, and the Japanese in the front of the queue fell back like a rag.

Bo Juanluo was about to shoot, but Zhang Aiguo fell down and immediately opened fire.

"Get down, put your hands on your head, surrender and you won't be killed!"

Seeing that the Japanese were completely wiped out, Zhang Aiguo fired a shot into the air. When the gunfire stopped, he took the opportunity to change the magazine.

"Get down, put your hands on your head, surrender and you won't be killed!"

Surrender has become a habit, and I have already raised my hands without shouting.

The only people alive on the ground were puppet soldiers in military uniforms. They had not changed their clothes since surrendering, and they were supplemented with a variety of weapons and equipment captured from the Japanese.

All soldiers above the squad leader carried box rifles, and they were all Hanyang-made. They had very few bullets, and the Japs did not trust them from the bottom of their hearts. The first ranked puppet army should be the puppet Manchukuo army, and the second was the North China Security Army. The puppet armies in different places were slightly different.

"You, you, line up two people each and put all your guns and ammunition in front."

"One more person, take off your belt and tie your hands front and back."

Zhang Aiguo stood up, holding the turtle box, and inspected back and forth.

"Sir, we are ordered to surrender and save the country in a roundabout way."

The puppet army leader who had thought he had a chance to soar to the sky was dumbfounded. This was a rebel, and he quickly shouted for explanation.

"Come on, save the country from the curve."

Zhang Aiguo pulled him out and kicked him to the ground. Then, with a "bang", a bullet hit the back of his head. The corpse twitched and gasped.

"You're still trying to save the country in a roundabout way. Why don't you go and farm? We're short of food and clothing, and everyone should contribute to the war of resistance. But you're addicted to oppressing the people. Isn't that just the skin you wear?"

Zhang Aiguo hates the idea of ​​doing it for your own good, or saving the country in a roundabout way, or in a roundabout way. If everything is in a roundabout way, then there is no nation. It's just nice talk.

Occupying the moral high ground and talking about righteousness, appearing righteous on the surface but actually being a thief and a prostitute in secret, it is like a dream and a bubble.

Some people are looking in the mirror, some are watching the fun, and some are even pretending to sleep!

"Sir, what should we do with these people?"

Gao Deli came over with a gun in his hand, a little confused by the situation.

Together with six people including Wang Jinxiu, they had a firm grasp on the situation. The nearly 6 puppet soldiers did not even have the courage to resist. It is really incomprehensible.

A person who has lost his bloodiness is no different from a salted fish.

When the Japanese were armed, he became the transport team leader.

"Keep them here and have them move all the supplies and guns to the warehouse. There are too many things to transport."

"If we let them go, our whereabouts will be exposed."

"We should disguise ourselves. The car is too conspicuous. We will go directly to Kunshan next. Don't be reluctant to leave. Take the things you have before with you."

"Yes."

Gao Deli and Jia Bisheng acted separately.

When the three-wheeled truck was filled with gas, it left with a roar.

The tied puppet soldiers looked at each other, then smartly stood up and jumped towards the door.

The entrance was empty, not a single passerby was around. The sound of the gunfire was like a talisman to dispel the evil, and the place was deserted.

One person took the lead, and the rest followed, jumping into a nearby shop. The first person whose clothes were untied had his trousers pulled up from his legs and tied up.

A group of zombies jumped and wandered on the street. If Zhang Aiguo saw it, he would think it was a flash mob of the new era!

The puppet soldier rushed back to the barracks with some thoughts in mind, pushed open the door, and was stunned.

A few people came to their senses and ran to other rooms, but they were all empty.

When mice come, they will cry!

Some puppet soldiers ran away, some squatted on the ground, wondering what they were thinking, some were in a daze, and some didn't know what to do. There was no leader!

What a rabble!

I finally understand what it means to be in trouble!