Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

His eyes were sharp, like a lone wolf staring at its prey, emitting a chilling murderous aura. Xu Erniu and the others were shocked by his aura, and the doubts in their hearts disappeared immediately.

"Battalion Commander, I believe you!" Xu Erniu was the first to stand up and said loudly.

"I believe it too!"

"Fuck the Japs!"

Others also expressed their opinions, with blazing fire in their eyes. They all crawled out of the pile of dead bodies and hated the Japanese devils to the core. Now that they had the opportunity to take revenge, they would naturally not back down.

Zhang Ling nodded with satisfaction, pointed at the map and said, "Erniu, take two people to move the remaining shells over, and the others will follow me to adjust the artillery parameters!"

"Yes!"

Everyone acted quickly, some moved the shells, some adjusted the angles, everyone was full of energy.

Zhang Ling carefully observed the map, constantly simulating the trajectory of the shells in his mind, and silently calculating various factors such as distance, wind speed, and angle.

"Battalion Commander, the shells have been brought in!" Xu Erniu ran over breathlessly, carrying two boxes of shells.

"Okay!" Zhang Ling took a shell, checked it carefully, and only loaded it into the barrel after confirming that there was no problem.

"Everyone, prepare for bombardment!"

Following Zhang Ling's order, everyone held their breath and stared at the mortar.

"Prepare—release!"

"boom!"

With a deafening bang, the mortar spewed out hot flames, and the shells, with a sharp whistling sound, cut through the sky and headed straight for the target.

Everyone stretched their necks and stared intently at where the shells would land.

A few seconds later, a muffled sound was heard in the distance, and flames from the explosion shot up into the sky, and thick smoke billowed, as if a giant beast was roaring in the mountains.

"it is good!"

"Hit!"

Seeing this scene, everyone cheered and waved their fists excitedly.

"Don't be too happy too soon, this is just the first shot!" Zhang Ling's face did not show any joy, but became more solemn, "Prepare for the second shot!"

He quickly adjusted the artillery parameters and loaded the last shell.

"Prepare—release!"

"boom!"

There was another loud bang, and the second shell whizzed out and landed accurately near the explosion point of the first shell.

This time, the power of the explosion was even more terrifying, and the entire mountain shook violently as if an earthquake had occurred.

"Rumble..."

Rocks collapsed, dust flew, and the shock wave generated by the explosion swept over, uprooting all the surrounding trees.

"Get out!"

Zhang Ling roared and ran back first.

Xu Erniu and others also reacted and followed him to evacuate.

They had not run far when a deafening roar came from behind them, and the entire Cangyun Ridge seemed to be torn apart by this huge force.

The mountain collapsed and mudslides poured down, completely engulfing the Sakata Regiment's position.

"Hahaha……"

Zhang Ling stood in the distance, looking at the doomsday-like scene before him, and couldn't help but burst out laughing towards the sky.

"Old devil Sakata, I said I would give you a big gift. Are you satisfied this time?"

His laughter was filled with the pleasure of revenge, echoing in the valley for a long time...

The smoke cleared, and the valley was dead silent, with only a few wisps of smoke rising tenaciously from the pile of rocks, as if offering a memorial to something. Zhang Ling coughed violently, and the shock wave of the explosion made him a little dizzy, but he didn't care, he just stared at the ruins, as if he wanted to carve it into the depths of his soul.

"Captain, did we... win?" Xu Erniu came over with a dusty face, his tone full of uncertainty. He had been a soldier for several years, and he had never seen such a horrific scene. Several hilltops were razed to the ground, just like a natural disaster.

"I won, of course I won!" Zhang Ling took a deep breath and tried to calm his excitement, but his trembling voice still exposed his inner unrest.

"That old devil Sakata must have been blown to ashes, hahahaha..." He roared in a low voice, like a wounded beast, finally venting his long-pent-up anger.

"But... we only have one cannon left, and we have used up all the ammunition. If we get another attack..." Before Xu Erniu could finish his words, he was interrupted by Zhang Ling.

"What are you afraid of? Even if I have to risk my life, I'll take a few devils with me!" Zhang Ling's eyes flashed with ruthlessness. He picked up a bayonet covered in mud from the ground and weighed it in his hand. "When I was in Nanjing, I saw with my own eyes how the devils abused our compatriots and massacred our soldiers! I will not let them off even if I become a ghost!"

Xu Erniu was silent. He lowered his head and looked at his rough hands, which were covered with calluses and scars. They were the proof of his bloody battles and also the deep hatred he had.

"Battalion commander, you are right, let's fight these beasts!" He suddenly raised his head, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

The others also gathered around. They had all crawled out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. They had a deep hatred for the Japanese devils. Now that they had a chance to take revenge, they naturally would not back down.

"Good brother!" Zhang Ling patted Xu Erniu's shoulder vigorously. He knew that even without cannons and bullets, their team would never surrender, because the flame of revenge was burning in their hearts, which could not be extinguished by any force!

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of chaotic footsteps in the distance, accompanied by several panicked shouts: "Baga! Chinese, they are there!"

Zhang Ling's face changed. He grabbed Xu Erniu and growled, "Oh no! The Japanese reinforcements are here! Retreat quickly!"

Everyone did not dare to delay and followed Zhang Ling to the back mountain. Less than five minutes after they evacuated, a group of Japanese soldiers with live ammunition rushed up, led by the deputy commander of the Sakata Regiment, Yamamoto Ikki!

"Damn it! Who did it! Who blew up our position!" Yamamoto Ikki looked at the hell-like scene in front of him, his face turned blue with anger and his eyes almost spit fire.

"Reporting to Mr. Yamamoto, judging from the traces at the scene, it should be caused by a large-caliber mortar of the Chinese army!" A Japanese officer reported tremblingly.

"Baga! One cannon? How could the Chinese only have one cannon!" Yamamoto Ikki roared, "Search them, we must wipe out all these damn Chinese!"

"Ha!" The Japanese soldiers responded in unison, then scattered and began searching for Zhang Ling and others.

At this time, Zhang Ling and others were hiding in a hidden cave. Through the gap in the cave entrance, they could clearly see the figures of the Japanese soldiers.

"Battalion Commander, what should we do now?" Xu Erniu asked in a low voice, with a hint of anxiety in his tone.

Zhang Ling did not speak. His brows were furrowed, his eyes kept scanning the surrounding environment, and his mind was thinking quickly about countermeasures. He knew that this time they were really in a desperate situation, with no ammunition and no food, isolated and helpless, while the Japanese had a constant stream of reinforcements. In this battle, they could hardly see any hope...

Suddenly, his eyes fell on a dark shadow deep in the cave. He stood up abruptly, walked over quickly, and pushed aside the weeds in front of him. Something he didn't expect appeared in front of him...

When the smoke cleared, only a mess remained on Cangyun Ridge. Zhang Ling coughed violently and was pulled out from the pile of rocks by Xu Erniu.

"Battalion Commander, are you okay?" Xu Erniu's face was covered with dust, but he couldn't hide the worry in his eyes.

Zhang Ling waved his hands and wiped the blood off his face. He didn't know whether the blood was his or the devil's. He looked around. Apart from the corpses and broken weapons on the ground, where was the Sakata Regiment?

"That son of a bitch Sakata, he's finally dead!" A soldier covered in blood struggled to get up from the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood and cursing with gritted teeth.

Others echoed this. The joy of surviving the disaster and the pleasure of revenge made them temporarily forget the fear of death.

Only Zhang Ling looked at the land stained with blood, but there was no joy in his eyes, but instead a shadow covered them.

He knew that this victory was only temporary.

The destruction of the Sakata Regiment was just a thorn in the hearts of the Japanese army, and would soon bring about even more frenzied revenge.

And he, a special forces soldier from the 21st century, was inexplicably reborn into this war-torn era and became the commander of an artillery battalion of the Eighth Route Army.

He had no background, no support, and only a unit with poor equipment and a shortage of ammunition.

What he had to face was a well-equipped and well-trained elite Japanese army.

To him, this war was like a gamble with no hope.

But he had no choice but to go ahead with the gamble.

Because he knew that if he failed, a fate more terrible than death would await him.

"Battalion Commander, what should we do with the Japanese corpses?" Xu Erniu's voice interrupted Zhang Ling's thoughts.

Zhang Ling came back to his senses, glanced at the bodies scattered all over the ground, and said in a deep voice: "Gather all the weapons and ammunition that can be used, and then bury the bodies. Remember, dig deeper to prevent wild dogs from digging them out."

"Yes!"

The soldiers took the order and began to clean up the battlefield.

Zhang Ling walked to the body of a Japanese officer, squatted down, searched his body, and found a diary and a Type 14 Nambu pistol.

He opened the diary and found that it was written in Japanese. Although he could understand Japanese, he did not know the characters.

"Damn, bad luck!"

Zhang Ling cursed, stuffed the diary into his pocket, then picked up the Type 14 Nambu pistol and examined it carefully.

The gun was well maintained and the gun body still exuded a smell of engine oil. It was obviously the sidearm of a Japanese officer.

Zhang Ling pulled the safety, pulled the bolt skillfully, and then pulled the trigger towards the sky.

"boom!"

A crisp gunshot echoed in the valley.

Zhang Ling blew on the muzzle of the gun and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Sakata, I'll gladly accept your gun."

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