I want to be a good person

Chapter 190 Cold Weather Armor

The whistle sounded farther and farther away. After crossing three intersections, my bicycle slowed down and my breathing and heartbeat gradually calmed down and returned to normal.

The winding wheel tracks were left behind, and the Japanese were blocking the streets.

When it is cold and there is no food in the stomach, the human body will actively tremble muscles to generate heat to maintain body temperature.

The prices in the puppet Manchukuo were not high at the moment. A pound of sugar cost 44 cents, a pound of pork cost cents, an egg cost cents, a -pound bag of flour cost only five yuan, and soap also cost cents.

What has not changed is that housing prices remain high. This was the case during the Puppet Manchukuo period and also during the Kuomintang period!

Money is useless, it is most practical to exchange it for supplies.

He kept only 230 yuan out of the 30 old sheep notes he had on him for food, and exchanged the rest for pancakes, flour, pork, eggs, sugar, salt and oil, which he bought one after another as it was getting dark.

In a remote corner, seven Japanese soldiers wearing loincloths were arranged in the shape of a "日" character, and three of them were not dead yet.

Oh, I'm a good person. I can't bear the suffering. It's not too much to pour a few buckets of cold water on them one by one. What I want is to cut off the head but stop the blood from flowing!

The disadvantage of Nagant is that the extraction and loading of bullets need to be done one by one, which is laborious and time-consuming. The advantage is that a suppressor can be installed to reduce the noise.

The shells fell on the corpse with a crisp sound, and it froze incredibly fast, as crystal clear as if it was wearing armor.

The guards used Type 38 cavalry rifles, and they placed the rifles upright on the ground. The Japanese were much taller than the rifles.

The Japs are really poor, they only have a few dollars on them. How can they fight a war without money?

The Japs are the poorest, and there is a huge amount of wealth buried on the island. Otherwise, where would the gold come from for post-war recovery? According to the American national character of valuing money over life, they will definitely not give it away for free.

It would be very difficult to leave the city at this time, so I had to take the train to Xinjing.

The Japanese troops along the railway had garrisons every few meters, and they were densely distributed.

After the first round of ticket checking, three or four people stood up and walked to the carriages on both sides.

"Brother, your hands are in the wrong place."

"Is it wrong? It shouldn't be like this."

"What should that be?"

"My money is in your pocket, give it to me!"

"Sure, is this your money?"

"Yeah, this is fake."

"Then call it, will it respond?"

"I don't have any money in my pocket, hehe."

Zhang Aiguo rummaged through the pocket that the other person had reached into.

"You little brat, you're looking for death by slandering others here."

"Are you sure? The police are coming."

"You're lucky. Be careful when you get off the bus."

"Kid, try to scare me, but I'm not afraid of threats. I won't fall for it."

"Have the guts!"

Zhang Aiguo closed his eyes. The smell in the carriage was unpleasant, and the wind whistled as it passed through the gaps in the car.

We stopped at every station and checked at every station. The Japanese and puppet police changed jobs in the middle. Haha, the responsibilities were assigned to the sections and the work was done in different areas.

The pickpocket kept staring at Zhang Aiguo, fearing that he would run away. He was getting more and more excited.

The appearance reflected in his eyes is not the image of a human, but a boy who brings money, a walking banknote. We must have a good relationship with him and the logistical support work must keep up.

"Dead fish eyes, still staring, staring at your mother!"

Pulling is an art, and the fish cannot get off the hook.

Xinjing, the capital of the puppet Manchukuo, was actually a renamed name of Changchun, and the name of the railway station was also changed.

White steam gushed out from both sides of the train, and the harsh sound of brakes echoed with the people's hasty attempts to get off the train.

With a pickpocket following behind him, getting off the car is also a time to show off his skills.

The square of Toudaogou Railway Station was empty, with a few cars parked haphazardly. It was dark, snowflakes were falling, and the occasional passenger was walking non-stop.

The patrolling puppet police were nowhere to be seen and the Japanese devils were hiding in the waiting room.

"Dangdangdangdang"

The clock is chiming.

4 o'clock in the morning.

Zhang Aiguo waited and waited, and would feel sad if one fish was missing.

After 10 minutes, I started bus No. 11. My pace became faster and faster, and the chaotic footsteps behind me were obviously getting more urgent.

Not being familiar with the roads and terrain, it was more like rushing into a remote alley in a panic.

"Run, keep running. I thought someone was coming to pick you up. Let me and my brothers stay with you in the cold."

People slowly gathered around, five of them, with shovels in their hands.

"Now that everyone is here, let me celebrate the seventh day for you all."

"on!"

The lime bags were thrown out with a whoosh, and anyone who was hit by them had their face covered in white.

Holding two wakizashi in his left and right hands, Monkey Rushed close to the opponent's body, blocking with the left and slashing with the right. With a few swishes of the sword, four of them fell down. The remaining one was dumbfounded and turned to run.

"boom"

The iron lump thrown out with the right hand hit the opponent's neck. He staggered and fell to the ground after struggling for a few times.

"Brother, spare my life!"

"puff"

The throat was cut and blood gushed out immediately. There was no way to stop it. It couldn't be stopped at all.

Pick one that is relatively clean and of similar height, and change into it, adapting to the local customs.

The rest can be collected and sold at a pawn shop or clothing store. At first I thought it was dirty, but now I understand that no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat.

Two wallets, about 150 yuan, and the body was crawling where the person fell!

There will always be deaths!

Those who are still sleeping in their warm beds and are not affected by the noise, come out and take a look, it's pure bullshit, nothing is as comfortable as a bed.

Braving the wind and snow, stay away from the train station area.

"Stay in a hotel?"

"If I don't live in a hotel, why would I come here?"

"You can find a girl."

"At first glance, she's from out of town. We have a permanent resident here. The girl is pretty, clean and has no problems."

"Need not."

"Give me a single room."

"okay."

"Is there hot water?"

"You can't take a shower. Wait until around ten o'clock. The bathhouse next to us will open. You can go there to wash some bubbles and get your back rubbed or something."

"Row."

"Take out your good citizen certificate and register."

"Don't bother me. The Japanese requested it, and Emperor Kant agreed."

The shopkeeper was chattering away, and someone came to talk to him, so as not to fall asleep.

Isn’t registration necessary? I’ve done facial recognition in my previous life. It’s not troublesome at all. There is a need only when there is a demand.

After entering the room, he made a circle on the bed and threw it on the ground, letting it dry for a while in the pit, then replaced it with his wolfskin mattress and woolen military felt.

The clothes on my body always felt a little itchy. After walking through the space for a while, I saw a dozen lice falling on the ground. I quickly stepped on them to death.

Fleas and lice are like the Japanese devils. You can't drive them away. They will hide in the cracks in clothes and the grooves in beds, waiting to hatch and wait to come back again.

When I woke up the next day, everything was normal on the street with people coming and going.

The snow finally stopped, and the white world was a little scary.

"You're up, haven't you eaten yet?"

"I just got up. I'm going to go out for a bite to eat later. It's really cold out here!"

"Cold? You're from the inner city, so you should wear something thicker."

"By the way, what do you do? I need to know. If the Japanese come to check on us, we need to have an explanation."

"I'm here to buy soybeans."

"As for food, the Japanese have the final say and we are not allowed to sell it."

"Where's the opium?"

"Don't even think about it. The Japanese are the ones who buy and sell it. I heard they ship it to Shanghai by plane."

"I'm going to go out for a walk. If things don't work out, I'll open a restaurant here."

"That's great. I have a store next door that I want to sell."

"But then again, do you have any connections? Do you have any friends? If you don't have any of these, I suggest you not to open a business. If you eat for free every day, you will be shut down."

"The emperor doesn't care?"

"You know whether you have eaten enough or not. You can't delay the emperor from having 19 dishes for breakfast. It's a bit far away."