Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

The Japanese soldiers raised their guns and fired, and bullets rained down on Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling hid behind a big tree, fighting back while thinking about countermeasures. He knew that he had few machine gun bullets left, and once they were all used up, he would be at the mercy of others.

"We must find a way to break out!" Zhang Ling was secretly anxious.

Just then, he suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves coming from a distance.

"Could it be the Japanese reinforcements?" Zhang Ling was shocked and quickly stuck his head out to check the situation.

Under the dim moonlight, a team was seen galloping towards this side.

"It's the cavalry! It's our cavalry!" Zhang Ling was immediately overjoyed.

He looked carefully and saw a general in the lead, who was eight feet tall, with broad shoulders and a round waist, holding a big knife, and looking very majestic. It was Li Yunlong, the commander of the independent regiment!

"Hahaha, you damn Japanese soldiers, here I come!" Li Yunlong laughed loudly and split a Japanese soldier in half with one knife.

The cavalry soldiers of the independent regiment rushed into the Japanese army like tigers descending from the mountains and started a frenzied killing.

"Kill!"

"Avenge your comrades!"

The soldiers of the independent regiment were all furious. Their swords flew up and down, chopping down the Japanese soldiers to the ground one by one.

The Japanese soldiers never dreamed that they would be suddenly attacked by the Eighth Route Army cavalry at this time. Their formation was immediately thrown into chaos and their army was completely routed.

"Charge!" Zhang Ling also took the opportunity to rush out of the woods, picked up his machine gun, and crazily fired at the Japanese soldiers.

"Da da da......"

Under the charge of the independent regiment's cavalry, the Japanese soldiers quickly collapsed, abandoning their weapons and armor and fleeing in all directions.

"Don't let them run away! Chase them!" Li Yunlong shouted and led the cavalry soldiers to chase the Japanese.

Zhang Ling also chased after him, looking for the short and fat Japanese officer as he ran.

"Baga! Stop chasing us! Come back here!" Seeing that the situation was not good, the Japanese officer shouted at the top of his lungs while running away.

However, his shouts were soon drowned out by the cries of the independent regiment's soldiers.

"Damn it, where are you running to!" Zhang Ling finally found the Japanese officer. He picked up the machine gun and aimed at the Japanese officer's back.

The darkness swallowed Zhang Ling, and he ran desperately outside the enemy's encirclement like a wounded beast. He didn't know how long he had been running, or how far he had run. He only knew that his lungs felt like they were about to burst, and his legs felt like they were filled with lead, and every step was extremely heavy.

"Political Commissar, I will definitely come back to save you!" Zhang Ling gritted his teeth and repeated this oath over and over again in his heart. He knew that Zhao Gang's shooting skills were very accurate and he had a lot of bullets on him, so he should be able to hold out for a while. The most important thing now was to pass on the news that the Japanese surrounded the independent regiment so that Li Yunlong and his men could prepare early.

In the sky, a blood moon hung high, dyeing the earth a strange red. Zhang Ling shuttled through the woods, looking back from time to time. The sharp shouts and chaotic footsteps of the devils always echoed not far behind him, as if a group of ghosts were chasing him.

"Damn, these devils have really good noses!" Zhang Ling cursed inwardly. He knew he couldn't keep running like this and had to find a way to get rid of the devils' pursuit. He observed the surrounding environment and found a small river not far ahead. The river was turbulent and the banks were rocky.

"Let's fight!" Zhang Ling gritted his teeth and jumped into the river. The cold water instantly submerged him, and he swam hard to the other side. The cold water stimulated his nerves and kept him awake.

The Japanese chased to the river, but they didn't dare to go into the water. They could only search along the river bank and shoot into the river from time to time. Bullets flew past Zhang Ling, stirring up splashes of water.

"Baga! Don't let him run away!" a Japanese officer roared in frustration.

Zhang Ling held his breath, swam to the other side, climbed up the shore, hid behind a huge rock, and gasped for air. He took off his wet clothes, wrung out the water, and secretly rejoiced that he had finally escaped the pursuit of the devils.

He looked up at the sky. It was already late at night and he had to get back to the independent regiment’s base as soon as possible.

Zhang Ling endured the fatigue and continued on his way. He didn't know how long he had walked, but at dawn, he saw smoke rising from the distance. He knew that was the base of the independent regiment!

"Old Li, Old Zhao, I'm back!" Zhang Ling shouted in his heart and quickened his pace.

However, when he walked into the village, what he saw was a mess. There were ruins everywhere, the bodies of soldiers were lying on the ground, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

"Old Li! Old Zhao!" Zhang Ling shouted at the top of his lungs. His voice echoed in the empty village, but no one responded.

He ran all over the village frantically, but could not find any trace of Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang.

"No, it's impossible!" Zhang Ling fell to the ground, his eyes filled with despair. He couldn't believe that he had fought so hard to break through and finally sent back the news, but in the end he was still a step too late.

"Haha, are you looking for your regiment commander and political commissar?"

A cold voice suddenly came from behind Zhang Ling. Zhang Ling turned around suddenly and saw a Japanese officer in a major general's uniform standing behind him with a cruel smile on his face.

"Yamamoto Ikki!" Zhang Ling recognized the devil at a glance. He was the captain of Yamamoto's special forces team, a cunning and brutal opponent.

"Yes, it's me." Yamamoto Ikki nodded, a hint of pride flashing in his eyes, "I have killed your regiment commander and political commissar. Now, it's your turn!"

As he spoke, he drew his saber and approached Zhang Ling step by step.

Zhang Ling got up from the ground, his eyes burning with anger. He drew the bayonet from his waist and roared, "Fuck you, I'm going to fight you!"

......

Zhang Ling didn't know how long he had been running, nor did he know where he was running to. He only knew that he couldn't stop, because if he stopped, he would be caught up by the pursuers.

His clothes were soaked with sweat and his breathing became rapid, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered, because he had a belief in his heart, that is, to survive and avenge Zhao Gang!

After an unknown amount of time, he finally shook off his pursuers, found a secluded cave, and hid inside.

He leaned against the cold stone wall, breathing heavily, feeling that all the strength had been drained from his body.

He took out the kettle from his arms and wanted to drink some water, but found that the kettle was already empty.

His stomach began to growl, but he had neither the time nor the energy to care about it. He had to find his troops as soon as possible and report the situation here to Li Yunlong.

He stood up from the ground and prepared to leave the cave, when he suddenly heard a voice.

He immediately became alert, tightened his grip on the machine gun, and slowly moved towards the direction where the sound came from.

"Lao Kong, do you think we can find the independent regiment this time?" asked a rough voice.

"It should be possible. I heard someone say that the independent group seems to be operating nearby." another voice replied.

"I hope so. I haven't had such a good fight in a long time!" said the rough voice. "By the way, Lao Kong, have you heard? This time our New Second Regiment has a sharpshooter. It is said that he can kill a Japanese soldier with one shot!"

"Really? So powerful?"

"Of course it's true, I saw it with my own eyes! That shooting skill is simply amazing!"

"It would be great if I could fight alongside such a sharpshooter!"

"Who says it isn't?"

......

Zhang Ling hid in the dark, listening to their conversation, and his heart moved. Could it be that these people are from the New Second Regiment?

He thought about it and decided to take a risk, so he walked out from the darkness and shouted to them: "Are you from the New Second Regiment?"

When the two men heard the sound, they were startled and quickly turned around, raised their guns and pointed them at Zhang Ling.

"Who is it?" asked the rough voice.

"One of us!" Zhang Ling quickly raised his hands to indicate that he meant no harm, "I'm from the Independent Regiment!"

"From the Independent Regiment?" The two men were stunned when they heard this, and looked Zhang Ling up and down, their eyes full of vigilance and suspicion.

"What evidence do you have?" asked the man named Lao Kong.

"I..." Zhang Ling didn't know how to prove his identity for a moment.

"Lao Kong, stop talking to him and tie him up first!" said the rough voice, then walked towards Zhang Ling with a gun in hand.

Zhang Ling was shocked when he saw this, and quickly said, "I am really from the Independent Regiment. I am here to see Captain Li Yunlong!"

"Li Yunlong?" The rough voice paused when he heard this, with a look of surprise on his face, "Do you know our captain?"

"Yes, of course I know him!" Zhang Ling nodded quickly and said, "I am a soldier under his command. My name is Zhang Ling!"

"Zhang Ling?" The rough voice frowned, as if trying to recall something.

"Old Wei, have you forgotten? Last time when we attacked Ping'an County with the Independent Regiment, it was this guy who took out the Japanese artillery tower with one shot!" the man named Lao Kong suddenly said.

"Oh, I remember now!" The guy called Lao Wei slapped his head and said with sudden realization, "So it's you! I was wondering why you looked so familiar!"

"Hehe, I didn't expect that Brother Wei still remembers me." Zhang Ling said with a smile.

"Of course I remember, you're a famous guy!" Old Wei smiled and patted Zhang Ling on the shoulder, "Come on, let's go back and see the leader!"

"Okay!" Zhang Ling nodded, and followed Lao Wei and Lao Kong towards the headquarters of the New Second Regiment.

Along the way, Lao Wei and Lao Kong kept asking Zhang Ling about the situation of the independent regiment, and Zhang Ling also told them some of the things he could.

When they heard the news that Zhao Gang died heroically in order to cover Zhang Ling's breakout, they could not help but fall silent.

"The political commissar is a good man!" Old Wei said with a sigh.