Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

The smoke cleared, the smell of blood filled the air, and the blood-stained land told of the fierceness of the battle. The soldiers of the independent regiment cheered and counted the spoils as if it was a festival.

Li Yunlong stood on the slope, gazing into the distance, with a confiscated Japanese cigarette in his mouth but not lit. His brows were furrowed, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

"Old Li, what are you thinking about? We have made a fortune this time, why are you still so sad?" Kong Jie walked over excitedly, holding a brand new box in his hand, and was obviously in a good mood.

"You know nothing!" Li Yunlong blew out a puff of smoke. "I was thinking that the Japanese would not give up after suffering such a big loss. Maybe they are mobilizing troops to prepare for revenge!"

Kong Jie's smile faded a little after hearing this. He nodded and said, "Old Li is right. We have to leave quickly. This is not a place to stay for long."

"Well, pass the order down, count the spoils immediately, and retreat in half an hour!"

"Yes!"

Li Yunlong and Kong Jie turned around and prepared to leave, but suddenly heard a noise coming from not far away.

"What's going on?" Li Yunlong strode over, followed closely by Kong Jie.

In the center of the crowd, Zhang Ling was arguing with several soldiers, his face full of anger.

"What's going on? Zhang Ling, what are you doing again?" Li Yunlong roared.

"Captain! These bastards are unreasonable and stole my things!" Zhang Ling pointed at the soldiers opposite and said angrily.

"Bullshit! What do you mean by your stuff? This is what we all captured together!" a soldier retorted.

"That's right, don't be too greedy!" another soldier echoed.

"I'm greedy? Where were you bastards hiding when I was charging into battle under hail of bullets?" Zhang Ling pointed at his nose and roared, "This gun, this box of bullets, and this pocket watch were all captured by me from the Japanese officers. How can you say they are yours?"

After hearing Zhang Ling's words, Li Yunlong raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you sure you seized all these things by yourself?"

"Captain, I..." Zhang Ling was about to explain but was interrupted by Li Yunlong.

"Okay, I believe you! These days, there aren't many soldiers who dare to fight. You're a talent, I can't treat you unfairly!" Li Yunlong said, pulling out an exquisite Browning pistol from his waist and handing it to Zhang Ling, "I captured this gun, so I'll give it to you as a reward!"

"Captain, this..." Zhang Ling looked at the well-made pistol in front of him and was a little hesitant.

"Take it! This is what you deserve!" Li Yunlong said without question.

"Thank you, Captain!" Zhang Ling took the pistol and a happy smile appeared on his face.

"Okay, stop standing there, quickly pack up your things and prepare to evacuate!"

"Yes!"

Zhang Ling happily collected the spoils, followed the team and evacuated the battlefield.

......

As night fell, the soldiers of the Independent Regiment set up camp in a valley.

"Zhang Ling, you are really good. You killed a Japanese officer by yourself and seized so many good things!"

"Hehe, luck, good luck!" Zhang Ling said modestly while wiping his spoils.

"Come on, don't think I don't know that you are a good shooter and you are not bad at fighting. You didn't achieve this feat by luck alone!"

"Haha, you really understand me!" Zhang Ling grinned, took out the pocket watch from his arms and handed it to the soldier who spoke, "Here, let me show you something good!"

The soldier took the pocket watch, examined it carefully, and exclaimed: "What a good thing! The workmanship and material are both good! It might be a treasure!"

"Of course, this is what I seized from the Japanese officer, how can it be bad?" Zhang Ling said proudly.

"Hey, do you think there is any secret hidden in this pocket watch?" the soldier suddenly said mysteriously.

"Secret? What secret?" Zhang Ling asked curiously.

The soldier did not speak, but turned the pocket watch over and over to study it. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he pointed to a small groove on the back of the pocket watch and said, "Look here!"

Zhang Ling took a closer look and found that there was indeed an almost imperceptible groove on the back of the pocket watch.

"What...what is this?"

"I don't know, but you'll know if you try!" said the soldier, taking out a thin wire from his pocket and carefully inserting it into the groove.

With a light "click" sound, a secret compartment suddenly popped open on the back of the pocket watch, and inside it lay a neatly folded piece of paper...

Zhang Ling's figure disappeared at the edge of the smoke-filled battlefield. He had no intention of counting the spoils. To him, the bodies of the devils were the real treasure.

He crouched down, like a wolf sniffing carrion, and moved among the corpses. The soldiers of the independent regiment were busy cleaning up the battlefield, and no one noticed him at all.

"Hey, I'm rich, I'm rich!" Zhang Ling muttered to himself as he skillfully searched for valuables from the Japanese corpse. Watches, pens, cigarette cases, and even a few gold teeth were all stuffed into his arms.

"Huh? What is this?" Zhang Ling stopped beside the body of a Japanese officer, his eyes attracted by an exquisite leather suitcase.

The suitcase was covered in blood and dirt, but one could still see its former splendor. Zhang Ling took great effort to open the suitcase, and suddenly, a dazzling golden light came into his eyes.

"Oh my goodness, so many gold bars!" Zhang Ling couldn't help but exclaimed. There were rows of glittering gold bars neatly stacked in the suitcase. It was roughly estimated that there were at least dozens of them!

Zhang Ling's heart was beating wildly. He had never seen so much gold in his life. He greedily played with the gold bars, and a scene of returning to modern society and living a wealthy life appeared in his mind.

"I'm rich! I'm really rich now!" Zhang Ling excitedly stuffed the gold bars into his clothes. The heavy weight made him feel very secure.

He was about to leave when suddenly a faint groaning sound reached his ears. Startled, Zhang Ling looked in the direction of the sound and saw a soldier in Japanese military uniform leaning against a tree, dying.

The soldier's uniform was a little special, with a silver skull badge on his chest. Zhang Ling recognized it as the emblem of the Japanese special forces.

"Little Japanese, are you still alive?" Zhang Ling walked over curiously and kicked the soldier with his foot.

The soldier opened his eyes with difficulty and saw Zhang Ling. A trace of fear flashed in his eyes and he said something incoherently.

Zhang Ling didn't understand Japanese, but from the soldier's expression, he knew he was begging for mercy.

"Want to live?" Zhang Ling squatted down and asked in Japanese.

A glimmer of hope flashed in the soldier's eyes, and he nodded quickly.

"Tell me, who are you? What are you doing here?" Zhang Ling continued to ask.

The soldier hesitated, as if weighing the pros and cons.

"Don't want to tell me? Then go to hell!" Zhang Ling pretended to shoot.

"I'll tell you! I'll tell you!" The soldier was so frightened that he quickly said in broken Japanese, "My name is Yamamoto Ikki, I'm a major in the Japanese special forces, and I was ordered to infiltrate..."

Yamamoto Ikki? Japanese special forces? Zhang Ling's heart moved, and some fragmentary information suddenly flashed through his mind. He knew that Yamamoto Ikki was a well-known special operations expert in the Japanese army and had caused great losses to the Eighth Route Army.

"What are you doing sneaking in here?" Zhang Ling continued to ask.

"I...I was ordered to assassinate..." Yamamoto Ikki's voice became weaker and weaker. Finally, his head tilted and he died completely.

"Assassinate? Assassinate whom?" Zhang Ling's heart trembled. Who was Yamamoto Ikki's target? Could it be...

Zhang Ling didn't dare to think any further, he quickly stood up and ran towards the direction of the independent regiment's base. He had to tell Li Yunlong the news as soon as possible!

However, Zhang Ling didn't know that behind him, a pair of cold eyes were staring at him, with a bloodthirsty cold light flashing in their eyes...

Zhang Ling crouched down and quietly slipped out of the battlefield under the cover of night. He had not forgotten Li Yunlong's words "reward the brothers well when you go back", which meant "I want more meat to eat"?

"You want to steal my meat? No way!" Zhang Ling was secretly proud of himself, "I'm going to get rich this time!"

He trotted all the way to a hidden ravine, where he had discovered a secret base that was usually used to hide some "private goods".

Zhang Ling took out the pocket watch he had taken from the Japanese officer today and examined it carefully in the dim moonlight. This pocket watch was exquisitely crafted and it was obviously worth a lot of money.

"You got a good deal, little Japs!" Zhang Ling chuckled and stuffed the pocket watch into his trouser pocket.

He moved a large stone from the ground, revealing a small hole underneath. In the hole was a wooden box. Zhang Ling opened the lid and found it was full of goodies: a few gold bars, a few silver ingots, and a small and exquisite pistol.

This pistol is not an ordinary one. It was captured by Zhang Ling from a Japanese spy who was killed. It is said to be made in Germany and is extremely powerful. Zhang Ling treasures it so much that he is reluctant to use it.

"Hey, I'm rich now!" Zhang Ling thought happily, and threw the pocket watch into the box. He was about to close the box when suddenly, he heard a slight sound of footsteps behind him.

Zhang Ling was startled and turned around quickly, only to see a dark shadow standing not far behind him. In the faint moonlight, he could vaguely make out that it was a tall woman.

"Who?!" Zhang Ling asked sternly, and quickly took out the pistol from the box.

The woman didn't say anything, but walked slowly towards him. Zhang Ling then saw the woman's appearance clearly: she was wearing a black nightgown, with a veil covering her face, revealing only a pair of bright eyes.

"Who are you? What do you do?!" Zhang Ling asked again, his tone full of vigilance.