Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

"Follow orders!" Zhang Ling shouted sternly, leaving no room for questioning.

Xu Erniu wanted to say something else but was stopped by Zhang Ling's sharp look.

"Brothers, follow me and kill!" Xu Erniu knew that it was useless to continue persuading them, so he could only rush towards the Japanese with red eyes and the remaining few soldiers.

Zhang Ling looked at the backs of his brothers who were going to their deaths bravely with bloodshot eyes, and his heart was filled with grief, but he knew that now was not the time to be sad, he had to live on, for those sacrificed brothers and for those innocent villagers!

He staggered back to the village, only to find that it was empty and there was only a mess on the ground. It was obvious that the villagers had evacuated in advance.

Zhang Ling breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, all the villagers were safe.

Suddenly, he felt a cold breath coming from behind him. He turned around suddenly and saw a tall figure standing behind him, holding a shining samurai sword in his hand, with blood dripping from the tip of the sword.

"Who are you?" Zhang Ling asked vigilantly.

"The one who killed you!" the man said coldly, his voice was emotionless, like a cold machine.

Zhang Ling's pupils suddenly shrank. He recognized this man. It was the island officer he had met on the battlefield before. He didn't expect that he would chase him here!

"Baka!" the island officer roared and swung his knife.

Zhang Ling dodged sideways, but the blade still cut his arm and blood gushed out immediately.

"Damn Chinese!" When the officer Shimako saw that his attack missed, he became even more angry. He waved his samurai sword and slashed at Zhang Ling frantically.

Zhang Ling fought and retreated. He knew that he was no match for the island officer, but he did not give up. He wanted to avenge his brothers and fight for this country!

The two were fighting fiercely when suddenly a black shadow dropped from the sky and kicked the island officer away.

"Who is it?!" Zhang Ling and the island officer exclaimed at the same time.

I saw a woman in black tights, with her face covered, holding a long sword, standing proudly between the two men.

"You are..." Zhang Ling looked at the woman in front of him, his heart full of doubts.

The woman ignored Zhang Ling and turned to look at the island officer and said coldly: "Your opponent is me!"

"Baka!" The island officer got up from the ground, roared, and swung his knife.

"Looking for death!" The woman snorted coldly, and her figure flashed. In an instant, she was in front of the island officer. Her long sword pierced the island officer's throat like a poisonous snake.

"puff!"

Blood splattered everywhere, and the island officer fell in a pool of blood before he could even let out a scream.

Zhang Ling stared at the scene in amazement. He had never seen such horrific skills. Who was this woman?

The smell of gunpowder mixed with the smell of blood irritated Zhang Ling's nose. He struggled to stand up, but the world in front of him was blurry. Only the deafening tinnitus in his ears reminded him that he was still alive.

"Damn it, I was careless..." Zhang Ling spat out a mouthful of blood foam, which was mixed with mud and the color could not be distinguished.

He had fought hundreds of battles in his previous life, and had seen all kinds of scenes. But he was reborn into this era, and in his first battle with this team, he almost lost his life.

"Captain! Captain! How are you?"

A familiar voice came from not far away. It was Xu Erniu.

Zhang Ling blinked hard and his vision gradually recovered. He saw Xu Erniu running towards him covered in blood, followed by several soldiers who were also covered in dust.

"I'm not going to die yet..." Zhang Ling waved his hands to indicate that he was fine.

"Battalion Commander, the Japanese are too cunning. They didn't retreat at all and set an ambush..." Xu Erniu's face was full of guilt and his tone was tearful.

"Stop crying like a woman!" Zhang Ling growled, "I'm not dead yet! Are you crying for your father's death?"

Xu Erniu stopped crying immediately after Zhang Ling yelled at him, but his eyes were still red.

"Tell me, what happened?" Zhang Ling supported his shoulders and slowly stood up.

"We followed your instructions to scout the enemy, but we were surrounded by the Japanese as soon as we entered the valley..." Xu Erniu said, with a hint of fear in his voice, "Their firepower is too strong, brothers... brothers..."

At the end of his speech, he choked up again.

Zhang Ling patted his shoulder. He knew what Xu Erniu had not finished saying.

They suffered heavy losses in this battle.

"Clean up the battlefield and count the number of people." Zhang Ling took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and his tone was cold without a trace of warmth.

"Yes!"

Xu Erniu wiped away his tears and turned to command the remaining soldiers.

Zhang Ling looked at the corpses all over the ground, feeling grief-stricken and angry.

These soldiers were his brothers who had been through life and death with him, but now they have fallen one by one on this foreign land and can never go back.

"Little Japs, I'm not done with you!" Zhang Ling clenched his fists, his eyes burning with rage.

He swore to make these invaders pay with blood!

After burying the fallen soldiers, Zhang Ling returned to the village with the remaining troops.

When the villagers learned of their disastrous defeat, they fell into chaos.

"How could this happen? How could this happen?"

"The Japanese are too powerful. What should we do?"

"It's over, it's all over now..."

Looking at the panicked villagers, Zhang Ling felt even heavier in his heart.

He knew that this war was far more cruel than he had imagined.

"Fellow villagers, I know everyone is very scared now, but please believe me, I will definitely protect you!"

Zhang Ling's voice was not loud, but it was full of power, like a reassurance, which gradually calmed the panicked villagers.

"Captain Zhang, we believe in you!" an elderly man stepped forward and said, "You are the hero of our village, we all listen to you!"

"Yes, we will all listen to you!" other villagers also echoed.

Zhang Ling looked at the sincere and hopeful faces in front of him, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

He knew that he was not fighting alone, and behind him were millions of Chinese people!

"Fellow villagers, I know everyone is worried now, but please believe me, I will definitely..."

Suddenly, the sound of hurried horse hooves in the distance interrupted Zhang Ling's words.

"Report——"

A soldier covered in blood came galloping on horseback. Before the horse could stop, he jumped off and staggered to Zhang Ling, shouting in fear: "Captain, it's bad! Something...something big happened!"

"Why are you panicking?" Zhang Ling shouted angrily, "Even if the sky falls, I'll still hold it up!"

"Yes... yes..." The soldier was so scared that he was shaking all over. He pointed in the direction of the village entrance and stammered, "The Japanese... the Japanese sent a female officer. She said... she said..."

"say what?"

"She said...she came..."

Before the soldier could finish his words, he was interrupted by a silver bell-like laughter.

"Hey, is this the famous Captain Zhang? Why does he look so embarrassed?"

Zhang Ling looked up suddenly and saw a heroic yet charming woman in Japanese military uniform riding a tall horse, slowly walking into the village.

Her gaze, like that of an eagle, was sharp and cold. It swept across everyone present and finally landed on Zhang Ling. A playful sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Zhang Ling coughed violently several times. The world in front of him was blurry and his ears were buzzing. He couldn't tell whether it was the roar of the shells or his own hallucinations of dying. He struggled to stand up, but found that he didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

"Captain! Captain! How are you?" Xu Erniu's rough face appeared in front of him, and he was extremely anxious. "Hold on!"

Zhang Ling shook his head with difficulty, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Erniu...don't...don't worry about me...lead...lead the brothers...retreat..."

"No! Battalion Commander! How can I leave you alone!" Xu Erniu's eyes were red, but he was as stubborn as a calf. He held Zhang Ling tightly and refused to let go.

“Ahem…it’s…it’s useless…I…I can’t live anymore…You kid…don’t…don’t be stupid…” Zhang Ling spoke intermittently, blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, staining his collar red.

"Bullshit! You better stay alive! You haven't married yet! You haven't trained new soldiers for us yet! You haven't led us to drive the Japs back to their hometown!" Xu Erniu roared, tears streaming down his face.

Zhang Ling wanted to say something, but his eyes went dark and he completely lost consciousness.

……

"You son of a bitch, you dare to hit me! I'll kill you!"

In a daze, Zhang Ling heard a familiar shouting and cursing. This voice... why does it sound so much like the voice of his childhood?

He tried to open his eyes, but the dazzling sunlight made him squint. He found himself lying in an adobe house, covered with a rough quilt, and the simple furniture in the room made him feel unfamiliar.

"Oh, little ancestor, you're finally awake! I scared your father to death!" A rough voice sounded, and a tall and burly man walked in, his face full of anxiety and worry.

"Dad...?" Zhang Ling was stunned. He called out subconsciously, but found that his voice was extremely childish and did not sound like an adult's voice at all.

"You kid, did you become stupid after the fall? You don't even recognize your father?" The man walked over and touched his forehead with his big hand. "Fortunately, the fever is gone. If you dare to sneak out and fight again next time, I will break your legs!"

Zhang Ling was completely stunned. He looked around and saw the shabby furniture, New Year pictures on the earthen walls...it all seemed like he was back in his childhood home.

"I...I am..." He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

"Boy, you didn't really fall and become stupid, did you? You can't even speak?" The man looked at him, his eyes full of worry.

Zhang Ling took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He threw back the quilt and sat up from the bed.

"Dad, what year is it now?" he asked, with a slight tremor in his voice.

"What year? Are you confused, kid? This year is the 26th year of the Republic of China!"