Everyone unites to save China

Work hard,

Everyone unites to save China,

The power of unity is great.

Wake up, brothers,

You see, you see,

The country of the small Japanese islands,

The ambition is really big,

invade my China,

constituted the Manchurian puppet state,

Treat my fellow citizens like cattle and horses.

Think about it, brothers.

To know, to know,

our lives,

Our property,

All under the iron hoof,

Go get it back.

Wen Hao, Zhou Yuying, and Zhang Songbai walked on the street, looking at some people who had been exiled from Northeast China, singing newly compiled Northeast ballads, and telling about the heinous crimes committed by Japan in Northeast China.

More than a month after the September 18 incident, the government is still suddenly counting on the coordination of international forces.

When Wen Haojue's Chinese government was strong, it liked to play the role of a savior, preaching peace, benevolence, and fraternity everywhere.

Slow help out of Vietnam's ungrateful white-eyed wolf, and now North Korea is about to follow in Vietnam's footsteps.

When he was weak, he bullied people and hoped that the international community would come out to uphold justice, or that the bandits who had burned and looted in China in the past would uphold justice for China.

Wen Hao Juexing is really ridiculous, a country is strong but not hegemonic, is it waiting for other countries to invade you when they are strong and hegemonic?

"Wen Hao, I found an American soldier this time, I heard that he is a good gambler, so he secretly did some arms business, and said that he would give me a pistol when the time comes, and he will teach me to shoot" Zhang Songbai ran around in front of Wen Hao like a dog.

"Are you trying to kill the Japanese?" Zhou Yuying didn't expect that this cousin, who was usually faster and more timid than good, would actively learn to shoot.

"If I could grab that much money like last time, I would definitely kill it. I found that doing this is a very promising career because it makes money faster than doing business, and it doesn't have to worry about it. Zhang Songbai said with a fan of wealth.

"Die, you still want to get rich, and you don't see the Japanese occupying the Northeast. There is no patriotism. When Zhou Yuying heard this, she kicked him angrily.

"Patriotic? This country calls me how to love. There are so many corrupt officials, so many traitors, and traitors abound. No matter how patriotic we ordinary people are, look at a general who does not resist and gave the Northeast to the Japanese with a word. The fruits of the hard work of countless ordinary people. It's not for some corrupt officials to sweep them away, and then they go abroad to eliminate themselves. It is to plunder the invaders, anyway, it is always the common people who are unlucky, but the sins they create have to make us ordinary people pay hundreds of thousands of costs and pays. What an injustice. Zhang Songbai said unwillingly.

"Alright, stop whining. Arrived at no. Wen Hao asked Zhang Songbai.

"It's the Juelu Hotel on Maitras Road, where there's a café." Zhang Songbai hurriedly said.

"Is that man reliable?" Zhou Yuying asked a little uneasily.

"This American is still quite trustworthy in business, this is a little more expensive, and the quality is guaranteed." Zhang Songbai said that they would guarantee the ticket together.

"I saw that there was no Juelu Hotel in front of it, which was opened by an Englishman, so it was relatively safe to trade in it."

Wen Hao raised his eyes and saw that not far away was a seven-story building, full of British style, not only a lot of cars at the door of the hotel, but also a lot of rickshaw drivers waiting for business at the door of the hotel.

There are also many people coming in and out of the entrance of the hotel, and there are all kinds of people. Both foreigners and Chinese have them.

"Let's go inside, it's almost time." Zhang Songbai said.

"Okay, but Zhou Yuying, don't go in, you just wait for us outside the hotel, and I'll just go in with your cousin." It's better to leave someone outside. Wen Hao said to Zhou Yuying.

"I'll go with you, if it's a liar, I'll shoot him." Zhou Yuying patted the flower mouth in her pocket.

"It's just that I'm afraid that something will happen, so I let you pick us up outside." Wen Hao whispered.

Then he entered the hotel with Zhang Songbai and the others, and there were waiters in the lobby. There were also quite a few guests sitting on the sofa in the lobby chatting, and there were three or four guests checking in.

There is a café on the right side of the lobby, where guests staying at the hotel go to spend their money, and there are also nearby residents who occasionally come here to drink coffee at leisure.

Zhang Songbai led Wen Hao into the café through the door on the right. As soon as you enter the door, you will see a Western-style décor.

The café is not very envious, but it gives people a quiet and comfortable feeling, with rows of seats on the side facing the street, where the lighting is better, and drinking coffee.

While enjoying the scenery on the street, it is refreshing. There is also a row of seats against the wall. The location is relatively quiet, Wen Hao saw more couples sitting against the wall, maybe there were more underground feelings.

At this time, Zhang Songbai waved his hand in the direction of the corner of the wall, and Wen Hao looked at it. A white man sat in that corner, feeling out of place with the lovers in his neighborhood. He has brown hair, a high nose bridge, and blue eyes.

It looks like he has just woken up, his hair is still a little messy, and his beard seems to have not been shaved for two or three days.

Although it looks a little bit of a soldier, it seems to have been emptied of the wine, and it lacks the masculinity of some soldiers.

Wen Hao thought to himself that this kind of person really looked like Zhang Songbai said, maybe he was really a person who secretly traded arms for money. Wen Hao looked around, there were no special people around, and he felt a little relieved.

Wen Hao and Zhang Songbai came to the white man, and the white man looked up and saw how a young man the size of a student and Zhang Songbai came to him.

In addition, the yellow race is originally more tender than the white man and looks younger, which makes the white man think, either he is fooling around, or the rich boy is looking for excitement.

If it is a rich boy, he will slaughter it, and this kind of young man will make easy money. "Mr. Wells, this is what a friend of mine wants."

Zhang Songbai introduced to Wells. "Mister Zhang, you're not kidding, he's not an adult yet, those things are dangerous things, I won't play with these dangerous things for my children." Wells acted like he didn't want to trade.

"Mr. Wells, I'm just a weapon lover and at the same time a hobby of hunting, so I have a special love for guns. You are a businessman, why should you refuse people thousands of miles away. "Wen Hao said directly, there is no detour with this American." This young gentleman's surname is how old he is. Wells asked.

"I'm 19 years old this year, and my surname is Zhao." Wen Hao said casually.

"Oh, 19 years old, in our America, you can own guns. I can trade with you. It's just what kind of weapon you want. Wells asked. When Wen Hao heard this, he thought that it was still refreshing to do business with the Americans, and he talked about business in a few words.

"I want two 11.43 caliber M1911 pistols, preferably with 500 rounds, and two Brown 1910 flowers. There is also a four-inch masturbation of the M1906. ALSO WANTED SOME 9MM LUGER BULLETS. It is better to have a Tom Xun submachine gun. Wen Hao said what he wanted once.

Wells opened his mouth when he heard this, he thought that Wen Hao would just buy a small pistol at most to play with, but who knew that he asked for so many things with one mouth.

In fact, Wen Hao didn't have the embarrassment to open his mouth to ask for it, but just asked for some regular equipment he needed.

"Well, let's go upstairs and talk. I've got a long private room here, and you have some of the things you want, and some of you don't. Why don't you go up and see for yourself? Wells thought to himself that this deal would make a lot of money.

Zhang Songbai looked at Wen Hao, Wen Hao thought it didn't matter if he went to see it, anyway, a foreigner couldn't turn over the waves, there were not a few foreigners who died in the hands of Wen Hao, if he dared to shake his head, he wouldn't mind killing another one.

"Cousin, just wait for me downstairs, I'll go alone." Wen Hao asked Zhang Songbai to wait for him in the café. When Wells heard that this young man was not simple, he dared to go up alone. Aren't you afraid that he will kill people and sell more goods?

Wen Hao followed Wells to his room, Wells invited Wen Hao to sit on a chair, and he dragged a box out of the bed.

In front of Wen Hao, he opened the box and took out two M1911 pistols, he thought to himself that this kind of pistol is very popular in the West but it is not easy to buy in China, who calls most of China short stature, small hands and feet, and does not like this large-caliber pistol.

He looked at Wen Hao's height of nearly 180, with long hands and big feet, and he was a big man among the Chinese. It's just a little thin, no wonder he asked for an M1911 pistol, I don't know if he can stand the recoil of this gun.

"There are three of them, and you can choose two of them. Huakou and four-inch guns are the best guns to sell, and now there is no stock, but there is a horse brand picker, I don't know if I like it. Wells said.

"You want Tom Xun, I don't have any goods here. There is no way," Wells said pitifully. Wen Hao didn't say anything when he heard it, took out the M1911 pistol in the box, and fired the second one with the newer condition. The main thing is that he is short of bullets, and he can't just buy bullets without guns. Suddenly, Wen Hao found that there was a shotgun in the box,

Isn't this a Type 1917 shotgun? This was a gun that shone in the first world war.

The M1917 trench gun's short barrel and bayonet-mounted firepower, pump-action rapid reload and 6-round capacity (plus 1 in the chamber), combined with the hit rate and lethality of the 12-gauge shotgun at close range, made it extremely effective in close-quarters combat, so it was called the "Trenchsweeper" in France, and this "trench sweeper" frightened the Germans so much that they demanded that the gun be banned as a combat weapon. There is a legend here: the German government strongly protested against the United States' violation of international conventions by using trench guns, an inhumane weapon of destruction; Moreover, the German command claimed that all American soldiers armed with trench guns were arrested and immediately executed. The US Government officially refuted the protest of the German Government, and the US Army also stated-for-tat that the German side dared to execute a US soldier carrying a trench gun, and the US side would take out a German prisoner to pay for his life. As a result, the German protests were ineffective and neither side retaliated. However, the German government's announcement of the execution of American soldiers carrying shotguns is said to be undocumented, and may have been an unwritten rule, or an act of retaliation by some front-line officers out of fear of shotguns. But the German government did issue a diplomatic document in 1918 to protest against the inhumane use of the shotgun by the United States, but the effect of this protest was to make a successful commercial advertisement for the shotgun. In the end, the Germans developed their own weapon of trench warfare suppression, the MP18I submachine gun. (To be continued.) )

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