Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Everyone, work harder!" Zhang Ling directed the soldiers to move the supplies while vigilantly observing the surrounding situation. He knew that the Japanese would not give up after suffering such a big loss, and they might come back at any time.

"Captain! The Japs are showing signs of strength!" a soldier exclaimed, pointing into the distance.

I saw a black mass of Japanese soldiers pouring in from outside the valley. There were at least two or three hundred of them, and the leader was none other than the old Japanese soldier named Sakata.

"Damn it, this old devil has a really sharp nose!" Kong Jie couldn't help but curse when he saw this, "Brothers, beat him up!"

The soldiers of the independent regiment were not afraid. Relying on the favorable terrain, they engaged in a fierce exchange of fire with the Japanese who rushed up. The sound of gunfire, explosions, and shouts of killing intertwined and echoed in the valley.

Zhang Ling also encountered trouble. Sakata seemed to have determined that he was the mastermind of the attack, and he personally led a group of devils to rush towards him.

"Zhang Ling! Your death has come!" Sakata's eyes were red and he roared with gritted teeth.

"Old Japanese, you want to kill me? You're still too naive!" Zhang Ling sneered, picked up a light machine gun, and fired a volley of bullets at the Japanese who were rushing towards him.

Da da da......

Dense bullets poured out, and the few Japanese soldiers rushing in the front were instantly shot into sieves.

"Baga! Come on! Kill him!" Sakata hid behind a big tree and shouted hysterically.

The Japanese soldiers charged towards Zhang Ling like mad dogs, recklessly.

"Damn it, let's fight!" Zhang Ling held the light machine gun and fired wildly. Bullet casings kept jumping out of the gun barrel, and the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

However, two fists are no match for four hands. Although Zhang Ling had tried his best, the number of the Japanese devils was too large and he gradually could not hold on any longer.

"Zhang Ling! Let me help you!" At this moment, a familiar voice sounded in my ears.

Zhang Ling turned his head and saw Li Yunlong with a team of cavalry, who were rushing towards them from a distance like gods descending from the sky.

boom!

The fire from the grenade explosion illuminated half the sky red, and the Japanese troops suddenly fell into chaos.

"Baga! What's going on?!" the Japanese officer shouted in panic, but his voice was soon drowned out by the chaotic gunfire and explosions.

Zhang Ling hid behind a big tree, and the box gun in his hand kept spewing out flames, knocking down the Japanese soldiers one by one.

"You damn Japs, come and have a taste of your grandfather's power!" Zhang Ling roared, firing the box gun in his hand even more vigorously.

"Hehe, this kid is really good!" Kong Jie hid behind a rock in the distance, looking at Zhang Ling killing people in all directions, and couldn't help but admire him.

"Of course, don't you see who taught you this!" Li Yunlong on the side said proudly, as if the figure moving through the hail of bullets was himself.

"Okay, stop bragging. Give the order quickly and attack with everyone! Let's try to wipe out all these Japanese devils!" Ding Wei said, giving Li Yunlong a cold look.

"Okay!" Li Yunlong agreed, stood up suddenly, pulled out the revolver from his waist, and fired a shot into the sky, "Brothers of the Independent Regiment, charge! Kill all these bastards!"

"Charge!" The soldiers of the independent regiment had long been unable to hold back. Upon hearing Li Yunlong's order, they immediately launched a fierce attack on the Japanese troops like a group of tigers descending from the mountains.

The Japanese troops were already dizzy from the blast from Zhang Ling's grenade. Before they could react, the soldiers of the independent regiment had already rushed in front of them, and the swords, bayonets, and rifles in their hands rained down on them.

"Baga! Hold on! Hold on!" the Japanese officer yelled at the top of his lungs, but his voice was soon drowned out by the shouts of the independent regiment's soldiers.

The battle was extremely fierce, both sides were blood-thirsty, and every inch of land and every tree became a battlefield.

Zhang Ling was like a mad beast, the box gun in his hand continuously spewing out angry flames, sending the Japanese soldiers one by one into hell.

"Go to hell! You damn Japanese devils!" Zhang Ling roared, and fired a volley of bullets, shooting several Japanese soldiers who were trying to escape into sieves.

"Hehe, little Japanese, you want to run? Not that easy!" Zhang Ling sneered, picked up the box gun, and chased in the direction of the Japanese officer.

When the Japanese officer saw Zhang Ling rushing towards him with great momentum, he was so scared that he turned around and tried to escape.

"Want to run? Too late!" Zhang Ling sneered, and the box gun in his hand fired, and a bullet accurately hit the Japanese officer's back.

"Ah..." The Japanese officer screamed, fell to the ground, struggled for a few times, and then became motionless.

"Captain! I killed the Japanese officer!" Zhang Ling shouted excitedly to Kong Jie who was directing the battle in the distance.

"Good job!" Kong Jie praised loudly, "You are getting better and better!"

"Hehe, it's all thanks to the captain's good teaching!" Zhang Ling scratched his head and laughed.

"Okay, stop showing off. Hurry up and clean up the battlefield and prepare to evacuate!" Kong Jie scolded with a smile.

"Yes!" Zhang Ling agreed and turned around to ask other soldiers to clean up the battlefield.

After the battle, the independent regiment achieved a brilliant victory, completely wiped out the Japanese troops, and seized a large amount of weapons, ammunition and military supplies.

"Haha, what a joy! It's really a joy!" Li Yunlong couldn't help laughing as he looked at the mountain of spoils.

"Old Li, we've made a fortune this time!" Kong Jie said excitedly, "We have so many good things, enough for us to use for a while!"

"Of course, don't you see who is leading the team!" Li Yunlong said proudly, "This time when I go back, I must reward my brothers well!"

"By the way, where is Zhang Ling?" Ding Wei suddenly asked, "Why can't I see him?"

"That kid, I guess he's gone somewhere to slack off again!" Li Yunlong said unhappily.

"Haha, this kid is really a money-grubber!" Kong Jie said with a smile.

"Forget it, let's ignore him and count the spoils first!" said Ding Wei.

"Okay!" Li Yunlong and Kong Jie agreed and began to count the spoils.

However, none of them noticed that at the edge of the battlefield, a sneaky figure was quietly slipping away...

The smoke cleared, and the afterglow of the setting sun tinted the battlefield with a layer of blood. Zhang Ling crouched, moving among the messy corpses and broken weapons, like a hound with a keen sense of smell, searching for his spoils.

"Hey, this is a good thing!" Zhang Ling took out a pocket watch from the body of a Japanese officer. It was golden and worth a lot of money. He blew away the dust on it and put it in his pocket.

"Damn, the Japs are quite rich!" Zhang Ling searched another pack of cigarettes from another Japanese soldier, took out one happily, lit it, took a deep breath, and exhaled a string of smoke rings.

"Zhang Ling! You are slacking off again!" An angry roar came from a distance. Zhang Ling was startled and almost swallowed the cigarette butt in his mouth.

"Hey, political commissar, I'm just cleaning up the battlefield!" Zhang Ling greeted Zhao Gang who was walking towards him with a playful smile.

Zhao Gang looked at Zhang Ling's behavior, feeling both angry and amused. "You kid, you only care about getting rich! Hurry up and register all these spoils and hand them over to the regiment headquarters!"

"Ah? Hand them all over?" Zhang Ling had a bitter face, somewhat reluctant.

"What? You still want to hide it?" Zhao Gang glared at him, "Don't forget our discipline!"

"Yes, yes, the political commissar is right!" Zhang Ling agreed, but his heart was bleeding.

"Okay, get to work!" Zhao Gang patted him on the shoulder, turned and left.

Zhang Ling looked at Zhao Gang's back, sighed, and resigned himself to continuing to clean up the battlefield.

Suddenly, he found something strange, a metal box, half buried in the dirt, with some strange symbols engraved on it.

"What is this?" Zhang Ling picked up the box curiously and wiped off the dirt on it.

The box feels cold and heavy to the touch. I don't know what material it is made of.

Zhang Ling tried to open the box, but it didn't move at all, as if it was locked.

"Damn it, why can't I open it?" Zhang Ling was a little frustrated. He studied it for a long time but couldn't find a way to open the box.

"Forget it, let's take it back first. Who knows if it's some treasure!" Zhang Ling stuffed the box into his backpack and continued to clean up the battlefield.

After returning to the base, Zhang Ling couldn't wait to take out the metal box and figure out how to open it.

He tried to pry it open with a dagger, hit it with a stone, and even tried to bite it with his teeth, but the box remained motionless.

"This is really weird!" Zhang Ling sat on the bed dejectedly, staring at the box in a daze.

At this moment, the box suddenly emitted a dazzling light. Zhang Ling felt a black screen in front of his eyes and then he lost consciousness.

......

When Zhang Ling woke up again, he found himself in a strange place.

He looked around and found himself in a towering palace, magnificent and golden, with carved beams and painted buildings, full of ancient majesty and mystery.

"What is this place? Why am I here?" Zhang Ling looked confused.

"Are you awake?" A majestic voice came from above.

Zhang Ling looked up and saw a middle-aged man wearing a dragon robe and a crown on his head sitting on a high throne, looking down at him.

"Who are you? Where is this place?" Zhang Ling asked vigilantly.

"I am Zhu Yuanzhang, the Hongwu Emperor of the Ming Dynasty!" the middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "This is my palace!"

"What? Zhu Yuanzhang? The Imperial Palace of the Ming Dynasty?" Zhang Ling was stunned. "How is this possible? Wasn't I fighting the Japanese? How did I end up in the Ming Dynasty?"

"How dare you! How dare you offend the emperor!" Several armored guards rushed forward and surrounded Zhang Ling.

Only then did Zhang Ling realize that he seemed to have traveled through time, and to the Ming Dynasty!