I want to be a good person

Chapter 259: Changes in Nanjing

Nanjing, with a civilization history of more than 7000 years, nearly 2600 years of city construction history and nearly 500 years of capital history, is known as the "Ancient Capital of Six Dynasties" and the "Metropolis of Ten Dynasties". It is an important birthplace of Chinese civilization.

The broken city gates, city walls and streets are desolate, dilapidated and lonely everywhere.

The brutal massacre is the heaviest page in the nation’s modern history.

A city flooded with blood!

The wind was blowing coldly and countless wronged souls were crying.

The refugees returned one after another, and countless people crowded into the city. There were too many people who wanted to take advantage of the situation, and the ones who benefited were always the die-hard traitors and the so-called enlightened gentlemen.

Plaster flags are planted in the streets, and the Japanese businessmen are like invading pests, greedily sucking the plaster and accumulating bloody capital.

The faint smell of blood, no need to be tasted, dissolves into every bit of oxygen, open your mouth and inhale, and seeps into your soul.

The Reform Society was established.

Wearing an armband, a top hat, showing off his arrogance, and black frog-eye glasses, the traitor rode a bicycle and strolled around the streets.

They also paid a lot and risked their lives to attack the Kuomintang's barracks, positions, arsenals, artillery positions and other important facilities. They conducted reconnaissance during the day, using lenses to reflect light, and used flashlights, torches and signal guns to guide aircraft at night, and they were very proud of themselves.

There are slogans on the wall, such as "Sino-Japanese friendship, and building a Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Society", but these people, who have betrayed their ancestors, are enjoying themselves leisurely and contentedly, and obey their master's every word.

The military police were patrolling on motorcycles, and the people in the safety zone returned to their homes with trepidation, crying and feeling sad, happy and lucky, with a complex state of mind that was beyond words.

People's joys and sorrows are not the same, and it is impossible to empathize with each other.

"Yours, stop!"

Zhang Aiguo walked out of a small open restaurant. The owner had just informed him that the legal tender was prohibited from circulation and that military promissory notes were required.

The early military notes were derived from the standard Japanese yen and had basically the same pattern as ordinary Japanese yen, except that they were stamped with red fonts and issued to the Japanese soldiers as military pay.

Its real purpose is just a piece of colorful paper, without any credit guarantee or gold or silver endorsement. Its core is economic plunder.

Zhang Aiguo stopped, thinking that he was the one being called. Three other people also stopped at the same time.

The three people were not as calm as they looked on the surface. Their thighs were trembling and they were shaking a little.

Looking closely, I saw two Japanese military police and a traitor stopping a girl. From behind, she had a graceful figure and was not a prostitute.

The three men heaved a long sigh, trembled with fear, took off their hats and bowed to the Japanese, forced a smile, and walked away quickly.

It's none of your business, just hang it up high.

Zhang Aiguo smiled forcefully and was about to leave when he heard miserable screams behind him.

"Let me go, what are you going to do?"

The woman was as frightened as a rabbit, without dignity or choice in the face of the truth.

Since the good citizen certificate was not issued, the Japanese required five households to provide joint guarantees and adopted a collective responsibility system to manage the population.

Zhang Aiguo had to report to the pseudo-maintenance committee once a week and accept supervision and management. This was also the case for people entering Nanjing from other places. People in the city had to undergo even stricter screening.

"Don't be afraid, there is a good job for you. It is easy and not tiring."

"Yoshi, flower girl, beautiful!"

"Go work for the locust army, you'll get food and drink, and there's more to take. What a great thing."

During the struggle, Zhang Aiguo saw a face that had been in his memory for a long time: the first woman who had rejected him, Wang Jinxiu.

As we are old friends, let’s help Xiao Wang. I have never thought about the friendship between Guan Yu and Bao Yu.

"Sir, why don't you let your daughter do this good job?"

The traitors are still talking, the Japanese are in a tight economy and are eager to restore order. The mask of hypocrisy is particularly easy to deceive people.

"Who are you? How dare you meddle in other people's business!"

The traitor swung his arm as he spoke, wanting to give a loud slap.

Damn, what a courage.

"Snapped"

The traitor was slapped in the face, and two teeth flew out of his mouth. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. What was surprising was that his blood was also red!

The heart and liver are black, how can they be red?

It's totally unreasonable, it's all nonsense, it's turning from red to black.

"who are you?"

Zhang Aiguo took out a military certificate and handed it to the military police.

"The Empire is trying to restore order. If comfort women are needed, they can be found in brothels. Do not affect the establishment of the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere."

He came closer on purpose and whispered.

"At least don't be so blatant. You can take it to a remote place. We need to maintain the appearance of generosity."

"Hi, Fukuda-kun, thank you for your reminder. Are you from the North China Expeditionary Force? You speak Chinese really well!"

"No, I came from Shanghai and first worked in the Manchuria Railway."

"Oh, I see. Please take care of me in the future!"

The Japanese mistook Zhang Aiguo, a plainclothes man, for a spy and asked him where he came from because not only was there a fight between the Army and the Navy, but the North China Expeditionary Army and the Central China Expeditionary Army were also fighting fiercely over their own interests.

What is the war for?

Just like the Americans stealing oil and wheat, they are all rushing around for profit and a few pieces of silver, in a hurry.

"I like this woman, why don't we go and enjoy her together."

"Really? Then we can compete with each other. It would be a real honor!"

"Chen Sang, you go back first."

"You don't need me to accompany you, Taijun."

"Your loyalty is commendable, but you are not needed in this matter."

The traitor named Chen touched his sore spot, put on a smile, and had a rich expression like a so-called movie star. All his grievances were in his eyes, and his depressed look showed that he was actually worse than shit.

"Come with us."

Zhang Aiguo took out a Southern Baby pistol from his waist, confirming his identity as an agent.

Whether it is the Japanese devils or the Western devils, they both live in a society based on human relationships.

The once proud girl, facing the gun, obediently moved her stiff legs, and followed Zhang Aiguo in frustration.

The ending is predictable.

However, the eyes of passers-by on the street still hurt Zhang Aiguo's sensitive nerves.

It’s not your business, why bother yourself with it? Can’t you just live a good life?

If you didn't hit him, why should you help him?

There is no faith, no dignity, just for money, to survive, everyone is shameless.

After walking for more than ten minutes, Zhang Aiguo opened a garden house that he had been to during the defense of Nanjing. The spare key was hanging at the bottom of the gate latch.

By the time Zhang Aiguo closed the door, the gendarmes on both sides were already impatiently dragging the woman towards the room.

"Takeuchi, Kinoshita, you are too anxious."

The struggle stimulated the devil's abnormal psychology, and he felt inexplicably excited.

Zhang Aiguo shook his head. The Japanese were perverts. Although his enlightenment teacher was a Japanese woman, he still found it difficult to accept the perversion.

Following behind, they entered the house, where the Japanese attacked them all over, and their clothes were soon torn into tatters.

"Fukuda-kun, why don't you come first?"

"No, you should enjoy yourself first. You have suffered a lot in Nanjing."

"Then we are unworthy of it."

The two Japanese soldiers turned around and began to unbuckle their belts, laughing lasciviously.

"Pfft!"

There were two soft sounds, and the woman who had closed her eyes and accepted her fate felt a hot flash on her face, as if some liquid had been splashed on her face, and then mixed with tears quietly rolled down her face.

The fishy smell startled the woman.

"what!"