Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

"You want..." Kong Jie's breathing quickened when he heard this. He stared at Zhang Ling with wide eyes, as if he had just met this guy for the first time. "You kid, you're really a crazy person! But I like you!"

A few days later, the night fell, the dark sky was starless, and the mountain wind whistled, making the bare branches rustle. However, the independent regiment's base was a scene of bustling activity. The soldiers were checking their weapons and equipment, counting ammunition, with excitement and a hint of nervousness on their faces.

"Hurry up, everyone! Don't let me down!" Kong Jie yelled at the top of his voice, his rough hands tightly gripping the Mauser pistol at his waist, his palms full of sweat.

Zhang Ling stood aside, wearing a gray cloth military uniform, with a box gun on his waist and a Type 38 rifle on his back, looking particularly energetic. He looked at the busy soldiers, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and whispered to himself, "Sakata, your doomsday has come!"

This time, Zhang Ling's target is not only the supplies of Sakata's regiment, but also Sakata himself! He wants to use Sakata's head to commemorate the innocent people who died under the butcher knife of the Japanese invaders!

"First Battalion Commander, Second Battalion Commander, are you all ready?" Zhang Ling asked in a deep voice.

"Report to the regiment commander, the first battalion is ready and can set off at any time!" Battalion commander Zhang Dabiao replied in a muffled voice.

"Report to the regiment commander, the second battalion is ready and will ensure the completion of the mission!" The voice of the second battalion commander Shen Quan was full of excitement and murderous intent.

"Okay!" Zhang Ling waved his hand, "Let's go!"

In the darkness of the night, a team set off silently. They were like a group of ghosts, quickly disappearing into the night.

The lights were on at the Sakata Brigade Headquarters. Major Sakata was sitting at his desk, looking at a map with a frown on his face. The Eighth Route Army had become more and more active during this period, which made him feel a little uneasy.

"Report!" A Japanese signalman ran in hurriedly.

"What's the matter? Why are you in such a hurry?" Sakata asked unhappily.

"Report to the colonel, the Chinese...the Chinese have entered the town!" the signalman said stutteringly.

"What?!" Sakata was horrified and stood up suddenly, "Baga! How could they......"

Before he could finish his words, deafening gunfire rang out, and the entire command center was thrown into chaos.

"Baga! Quick, quick organize a counterattack!" Sakata yelled at the top of his lungs while hurriedly tidying up his clothes.

However, it was too late. The soldiers of the independent regiment were like evil spirits coming out of hell. They roared and howled, madly harvesting the lives of the devils.

"Kill!" Zhang Dabiao took the lead, the big knife in his hand flying up and down, and the Japanese fell to the ground wherever he passed.

"Da da da!" Shen Quan held the Czech light machine gun and fired wildly. Bullets poured out like raindrops, making it impossible for the Japanese to raise their heads.

"Sakata, your death has come!" Zhang Ling, holding a box gun, killed his way into the command center.

"Baga! Who are you?" When Sakata saw that a Chinese soldier dared to rush in alone, he was shocked and angry, and pulled out his pistol to shoot.

"Go to hell!" Zhang Ling sneered and raised his hand to shoot.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and a bloody hole suddenly appeared on Sakata's chest. He looked down in disbelief, then fell to the ground and died with his eyes open.

Zhang Ling ignored the dead Sakata. He quickly glanced at the command center and found a Japanese officer hiding under the table and shivering.

"Don't... don't kill me, I surrender, I surrender!" The Japanese officer spoke in poor Chinese, raised his hands, and crawled out from under the table.

Zhang Ling looked at him coldly, his eyes full of disgust and disdain.

"May I have your name?"

"My name is Yamamoto Ikki, and I'm the vice-captain of the Sakata Unit."

"Yamamoto Ikki?" Zhang Ling's eyes gleamed, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Very good, I will remember you."

......

"Old Kong, you are such a bold guy!" Zhang Ling lowered his voice, but his tone was full of excitement, "Aren't you afraid that this will go wrong and get us into trouble?"

Kong Jie smiled, waved his hand, and said nonchalantly: "What's there to be afraid of? I've never been afraid in my life! Besides, wealth and honor come with risk! If this works, our independent regiment will make a fortune. By then, let alone the Japanese, even Chu Yunfei, I dare to go to Taiyuan City for a stroll!"

It turned out that Zhang Ling had sneaked into the Bantian Brigade Headquarters this time, and in addition to finding out the enemy's deployment, he also accidentally discovered a shocking secret: the Bantian Brigade will secretly escort a batch of military supplies to the front line the night after tomorrow. This batch of military supplies is huge, including not only various guns and ammunition, but also several mortars and a batch of precious medicines!

This is undoubtedly a huge piece of fat meat for the Eighth Route Army, which is extremely short of weapons and equipment. Once it can be successfully captured, it will have a huge impact on the entire anti-Japanese situation!

"But this batch of military supplies must be heavily guarded. With just the small number of people in our independent regiment, I'm afraid..." Although Kong Jie spoke with great confidence, he was still a little unsure in his heart.

"Hey, Lao Kong, have you forgotten who we are? We are the Eighth Route Army, experts in guerrilla warfare!" Zhang Ling's eyes flashed with cunning, "We won't fight them head-on, we'll play dirty tricks!"

"Play dirty? How?" Kong Jie immediately became interested. He knew that Zhang Ling was a clever guy with a lot of clever ideas and could always come up with some unexpected tricks.

Zhang Ling leaned over and whispered something in Kong Jie's ear. Kong Jie's eyes widened and he couldn't help laughing. "Great! It's really great! How come you have such a great idea? I admire you!"

......

Two days later, night fell, the moon was dark and the wind was strong, it was a perfect time to kill and burn.

On the road that the Sakata Regiment must take to escort military supplies, in a dense forest, a team of more than a hundred people were lurking in it. Everyone's face was covered with oil paint and they exuded a murderous aura.

This team is none other than the elite of the independent regiment led by Zhang Ling and Kong Jie. They are lying in ambush here, waiting for the arrival of the Sakata Regiment.

"Captain, the Japanese are coming!" A scout ran to Kong Jie, crouching and reporting in a low voice.

Kong Jie nodded, lowered his voice, and said to Zhang Ling beside him: "Don't let us down, kid. We are betting everything on you this time!"

Zhang Ling patted his chest and said confidently: "Don't worry, Lao Kong, just wait and see!"

After saying that, Zhang Ling turned and left, disappearing into the dark woods.

After a while, a chaotic sound of footsteps and horse hooves was heard in the distance. A group of hundreds of Japanese soldiers escorted more than a dozen horse-drawn carriages and slowly came towards this side.

"Prepare for battle!" Kong Jie gave the order in a low voice. All the soldiers clenched their weapons tightly and stared at the approaching Japanese troops.

Just as the Japanese troops were about to enter the ambush circle, suddenly, a burst of rapid horse hoof sounds came from the back of the Japanese troops, and then a fast horse was seen galloping over, and the man on the horse shouted loudly while running: "Taijun! It's bad! The Eighth Route Army... The Eighth Route Army attacked our artillery tower!"

"What?!" Upon hearing this, the Japanese troops suddenly became chaotic. The Japanese officer escorting the ammunition and supplies changed his expression drastically. He quickly ordered the troops to stop advancing and sent people to check the situation.

"Hehe, he's taken the bait!" Zhang Ling, who was hiding in the dark, saw this scene and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

It turned out that Zhang Ling had arranged this fast horse to create chaos and attract the attention of the devils. He took this opportunity to sneak into the devil's team.

"Baga! What's going on? Why aren't you firing yet?!" the Japanese officer shouted anxiously at a communications soldier beside him.

"Report to the commander, the artillery position...the artillery position was attacked by the Eighth Route Army, and all the artillery pieces...were destroyed!" the signalman stuttered.

"Baga!" The Japanese officer was so angry when he heard this. He never thought that the Eighth Route Army would choose to launch an attack on their artillery positions at this time!

"Commander, what should we do now?" asked a Japanese squad leader anxiously.

"What should we do? What else can we do? Retreat quickly! Go back to the county town first!" the Japanese officer roared.

"But...what about our ammunition and supplies?" asked the Japanese squad leader, pointing at the carriage behind him.

"Damn it! It's already this late, why do you still care about military supplies! You're already dead, what do you need those things for?!" the Japanese officer said angrily, "Retreat immediately!"

The Japanese troops were in chaos and changed direction one after another, preparing to evacuate.

"Hehe, want to run? Not that easy!" Zhang Ling, who was hiding in the dark, saw this scene and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He took out a grenade from his pocket, pulled the fuse, and threw it toward the back of the Japanese team...

boom!

With a loud bang, a grenade exploded behind the Japanese troops, causing chaos. The Japanese soldiers panicked and fled in all directions. The originally orderly team instantly became a mess...

"boom!"

The explosion of the grenade echoed in the empty valley, startling a flock of birds. The Japanese troops were completely thrown into disarray by the sudden attack, and the soldiers ran around like headless flies, some even threw away their guns and ran away.

"Baga! Why are you all panicking?!" the Japanese officer yelled at the top of his lungs, but his voice was soon drowned out by the chaos.

Zhang Ling's figure shuttled through the chaotic Japanese troops like a ghost, harvesting the lives of the Japanese soldiers again and again with the bayonet in his hand. He was ruthless and merciless, and each stab of the knife accurately hit the vital points of the Japanese soldiers, almost killing them in one blow.

"Haha, little Japs, come on! Today I'll let you see what Chinese Kung Fu is!" Zhang Ling roared, the bayonet in his hand was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, bringing up streaks of blood.