Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

The woman still didn't speak, just looked at him coldly. Zhang Ling suddenly felt a strong sense of oppression, as if the person standing in front of him was not a woman, but a ferocious beast.

"If you don't talk anymore, I'll shoot!" Zhang Ling threatened, feeling that something was wrong.

The woman finally spoke, her voice as cold as water: "Are you Zhang Ling?"

"It's me, who are you?" Zhang Ling asked back.

The woman did not answer his question, but continued to ask: "Do you know Li Yunlong?"

"Of course I know him. He is my regiment leader. What do you want to do?" Zhang Ling felt more and more puzzled. This woman seemed to be coming for their independent regiment.

The woman suddenly made a move. She flashed and appeared in front of Zhang Ling in an instant. Her speed was astonishingly fast!

Before Zhang Ling could react, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist and the pistol slipped out of his hand and fell into the woman's hand.

"You..." Zhang Ling looked at the woman in front of him in horror. He never expected that this seemingly weak woman had such skills!

"I don't want to hurt you," the woman said coldly, "Take me to see Li Yunlong."

Zhang Ling crouched down and quietly shuttled through the woods. He was not greedy for money, nor did he want to be lazy, but after each battle, he had an inexplicable urge to leave the crowd, as if something was calling him.

"Damn it, this damn sixth sense is here again!" Zhang Ling cursed in a low voice. This feeling has been with him ever since he traveled to this world.

He has been in this world for three months, possessing the body of an Eighth Route Army soldier with the same name and surname as him. With his understanding of history and some "foresight" abilities, he quickly became popular in the independent regiment, and even Li Yunlong looked at him differently.

But this strange sixth sense was like a shadow, always hanging over his heart.

"What will it be this time?" Zhang Ling took a deep breath and quickened his pace.

After passing through the woods, the view suddenly opened up and a wide valley appeared in front of us. In the middle of the valley, a dilapidated temple stood alone, looking particularly eerie in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"That's it!" Zhang Ling's heart was shocked. He felt that the summoning power came from that temple.

He approached the temple cautiously and found that the door of the temple was ajar, and there were faint bursts of strange noises coming from inside. He clenched the box gun in his hand and slowly pushed the door open.

Inside the temple, in the dim light, a figure in a black cloak was kneeling on a cushion with his back to him, muttering something.

"Who is it?" Zhang Ling shouted sternly.

The figure slowly turned around, revealing a pale and strange face.

"It's you?" Zhang Ling exclaimed. He recognized that this man was the Japanese officer he had killed with his own hands before!

"Baga! How could you still be alive?" Zhang Ling widened his eyes in disbelief.

"Hehehe..." The Japanese officer did not answer, but just let out a sinister sneer. His body began to change, his skin gradually became rotten, and emitted a foul odor.

"You... who the hell are you?" Zhang Ling took a step back and aimed the box gun in his hand at the Japanese officer.

"I'm here for revenge..." The Japanese officer's voice became hoarse and hollow, as if it came from the depths of hell, "I will make you pay for what you did!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Japanese officer pounced on Zhang Ling...

At the same time, in the independent regiment’s base, Li Yunlong was studying the captured materials with Kong Jie, Ding Wei and others.

"Old Li, where do you think Zhang Ling went? It's been so long, why hasn't he come back yet?" Ding Wei asked after taking a sip of wine.

"That kid is very cunning. He must have found something good again." Li Yunlong said nonchalantly, "Let him be. He is a tough guy anyway. He will be fine."

"Report!" A soldier ran in hurriedly.

"What's the matter? Why are you so flustered?" Li Yunlong glared at him.

"Captain, something bad has happened. Zhang Ling... Zhang Ling... " the soldier said breathlessly.

"What's wrong with Zhang Ling? Tell me quickly!" Li Yunlong grabbed the soldier by the collar and roared.

"Zhang Ling...he's missing!"

Zhang Ling crouched down, and under the cover of darkness and smoke, he slipped to the other side of the battlefield. He didn't really want to "fish", he knew in his heart that the devil's corpse was the real treasure.

He skillfully searched the bodies of the Japanese soldiers and looted the spoils from their cold and stiff bodies. Cigarettes, watches, lighters, and even a few wrinkled photos of Japanese women were all put into his pocket without hesitation.

"Damn it, the Japs really know how to enjoy themselves." Zhang Ling cursed while stuffing the captured spoils into his pocket.

Suddenly, he found a "big guy" - a Type 99 light machine gun, lying quietly next to the body of a Japanese sergeant.

"My goodness, this is a good thing!" Zhang Ling's eyes lit up, and he picked up the machine gun and caressed it lovingly. This is a treasure, much better than the Hanyang rifle he had seized before.

He was excitedly holding the machine gun and was about to leave when suddenly he felt a strange noise behind him.

Zhang Ling's heart tightened and he turned around suddenly, only to find a dark shadow standing behind him, a pair of eyes flashing faintly in the night.

"Who?" Zhang Ling subconsciously raised the machine gun in his hand and aimed at the black shadow.

"It's me." A black shadow walked out slowly. With the faint moonlight, Zhang Ling saw the face of the person clearly. It was Zhao Gang, the political commissar of the independent regiment.

"Political Commissar, why are you here? You scared me!" Zhang Ling breathed a sigh of relief and put down the machine gun in his hand.

"I was just about to ask you, why did you come here alone? Don't you know it's dangerous here?" Zhao Gang asked with a frown.

"Hey, I just wanted to pick up some fish that slipped through the net." Zhang Ling smiled and pointed at the Japanese corpses on the ground, "Look, I also picked up a machine gun!"

"You kid, you only know these crooked ways!" Zhao Gang glared at him unhappily, but there was a hint of smile in his tone.

"By the way, Political Commissar, why are you here?" Zhang Ling asked curiously.

"I..." Zhao just wanted to speak, but his face suddenly changed, "Oh no, something's wrong!"

Before he finished his words, a burst of hurried footsteps was heard from a distance, accompanied by a few gunshots, breaking the tranquility of the night.

"Baga! They are here! Don't let them run away!" A sharp Japanese voice rang out in the night sky.

Immediately afterwards, a large group of Japanese soldiers rushed in from all directions and surrounded Zhang Ling and Zhao Gang.

"Damn it, these damn Japanese devils have such a sharp nose!" Zhang Ling cursed under his breath, quickly pulled the bolt and loaded the bullet.

"Don't panic, follow me!" Zhao Gang commanded calmly, taking Zhang Ling to hide behind a huge rock.

"Da da da......"

Dense bullets poured down like raindrops, hitting the boulders, sparks flying everywhere.

"Political Commissar, have we encountered the Japanese reinforcements? Why are there so many Japanese?" Zhang Ling asked while firing back.

"I don't know either. It seems like we've run into a tough opponent this time." Zhao Gang said solemnly, "You kid, find a chance to break out and tell Lao Li and the others the news!"

"how about you?"

"I'll cover you!" Zhao Gang said firmly.

"No! If you want to go, let's go together!" Zhang Ling flatly refused.

"You kid, stop messing around! Obey orders!" Zhao Gang shouted sternly.

"political commissar......"

"Stop talking nonsense, it will be too late if you don't leave now!"

Zhao Gang pushed Zhang Ling away, then raised his rifle and fired wildly at the Japanese soldiers rushing towards him, buying time for Zhang Ling to break through.

"Da da da......"

Zhao Gang's shooting skills were very accurate. Every bullet hit the target accurately. In the blink of an eye, he knocked down several Japanese soldiers.

However, there were too many devil soldiers. They rushed forward one after another, like a tide, drowning Zhao Gang...

"Political Commissar!" Zhang Ling's eyes were bloodshot and he shouted at the top of his lungs.

He wanted to rush back to save Zhao Gang, but reason told him that he couldn't do that. If he rushed back now, he would only die in vain and would let Zhao Gang down.

"Political Commissar, you must hold on! I will definitely come back to save you!" Zhang Ling swore silently in his heart, then turned around and rushed into the darkness without hesitation...

Zhang Ling ran like crazy in the dark, with the Japanese shouting and gunfire chasing him closely behind. He didn't know how long he had been running, nor where he had run to. He only knew that he had to survive in order to avenge the political commissar and complete the task assigned to him by the political commissar.

Unconsciously, he ran into a forest. The night was dark, and the shadows of the trees were like monsters with bared fangs and claws, which made people shudder. Zhang Ling did not dare to stay, because he knew that the Japanese pursuers could catch up at any time, so he had to find a safe place to hide as soon as possible.

"boom!"

A bullet whizzed past his ear, interrupting his thoughts.

"Damn it, these devils are really lingering around!" Zhang Ling cursed under his breath and quickened his pace.

He relied on the faint moonlight to shuttle through the woods, avoiding the pursuit of the devils. However, his physical strength was limited after all, and after running for a long time, he was exhausted and his speed slowed down.

"Hehe, you China pig, I wonder where you can run to!" A sharp Japanese voice sounded behind him.

Zhang Ling looked back and saw a short and fat Japanese officer with several Japanese soldiers approaching him with bayonets in hand.

"Baga!" Zhang Ling roared, raised the machine gun in his hand, and fired a volley of bullets at the Japanese.

"Da da da......"

The dense barrage of bullets knocked down the Japanese soldiers who were rushing in the front.

"Shoot! Shoot quickly!" the Japanese officer shouted in panic.