Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

"Yeah, what a pity..." Lao Kong also shook his head with a look of regret on his face.

Zhang Ling didn't say anything, but just clenched his fists silently, his heart filled with sadness and anger.

He swore to avenge Zhao Gang and kill all the Japanese devils!

......

Soon after, they arrived at the base of the New Second Regiment.

Old Wei brought Zhang Ling to a room, knocked on the door, and said, "Report!"

"Come in!" A loud voice came from inside the house.

Old Wei pushed open the door and walked in with Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling looked up and saw a burly, bearded middle-aged man sitting at the table, smoking a pipe in his hand.

This person is none other than the commander of the New Second Regiment, Kong Jie.

"Captain, look who's here?" Old Wei pointed at Zhang Ling and said with a smile.

Kong Jie raised his head, glanced at Zhang Ling, and was stunned for a moment. The pipe in his hand fell to the ground with a slight "pa" sound.

"You...you are..." Kong Jie pointed at Zhang Ling and said with shock on his face.

Zhang Ling crouched down and shuttled through the woods under the cover of night. The shouts of the Japanese soldiers were getting farther and farther behind him, but he did not relax at all. He knew that this battle was far from over.

He must find Li Yunlong as soon as possible and tell him the situation here. Political Commissar Zhao Gang is still surrounded by the devils, and he must go back to save him!

Zhang Ling ran all the way, not knowing how long he had been running, when he finally saw the lights of the independent regiment's base. He immediately became alert and quickened his pace.

"who?!"

As soon as he ran to the checkpoint, he was stopped by a vigilant soldier.

"It's me! Zhang Ling!"

"Zhang Ling? Why are you here?" The soldier recognized him and asked in surprise, "Aren't you following Political Commissar Zhao..."

"Don't mention it!" Zhang Ling waved his hands and said with a heavy breath, "We encountered an ambush by the Japanese in Heiyun Village. The political commissar covered me... Anyway, the situation is urgent, I have to see the commander quickly!"

The soldier did not dare to delay and immediately took Zhang Ling to find Li Yunlong.

At this time, Li Yunlong was studying the battle map in the command center with Kong Jie, Ding Wei and others.

"Old Li, you were too impulsive this time! You knew that Black Cloud Village was a tough nut to crack, but you still insisted on taking it!" Kong Jie said as he drank water, "If I hadn't brought people there in time, you would have died there this time!"

"Bullshit! Do I need you to save me? I was retreating strategically!" Li Yunlong glared at him and said unhappily.

"Just brag! If you weren't lucky, you would have been blown into a paste by the Japanese artillery shells!" Ding Wei also joked with a smile.

"You know nothing!" Li Yunlong said unconvincedly, "I deliberately led the devils to Heiyun Village, and then..."

"Then what?" Kong Jie and Ding Wei asked in unison.

"Then...I haven't thought about it yet!" Li Yunlong touched his nose awkwardly and said vaguely.

Just then, Zhang Ling ran in hurriedly.

"Captain! Something bad has happened!"

"What's the matter? You're so flustered, how can you be so unbecoming!" Li Yunlong frowned unhappily.

"Political Commissar...Political Commissar he..." Zhang Ling was out of breath and couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

"What's wrong with the political commissar? Tell me, kid!" Li Yunlong grabbed his shoulders and asked anxiously.

"The political commissar...was surrounded by the Japanese in order to cover my breakout!" Zhang Ling finally finished his words, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.

"what?!"

Li Yunlong was struck by lightning and froze in place.

"Old Li!"

"Brother Yunlong!"

Kong Jie and Ding Wei were also shocked by the news and hurried forward to inquire about the details.

"Damn it, these damn Japanese devils!" After listening to Zhang Ling's story, Li Yunlong was furious. He punched the table, leaving a deep fist mark on it.

"Old Li, now is not the time to be angry. We have to find a way to save Old Zhao!" Kong Jie said anxiously.

"Yes, if Lao Zhao falls into the hands of the Japanese, the consequences will be disastrous!" Ding Wei also echoed.

"Save? How?" Li Yunlong said with red eyes and gritted teeth, "The Black Cloud Village is full of devils now. Even if we send more people, we will die!"

"But we can't just watch Lao Zhao..."

"Shut up!"

Li Yunlong stood up suddenly, paced back and forth, frowned, and fell into deep thought.

The room was silent, with only Li Yunlong's heavy breathing and footsteps echoing.

"report!"

At this time, a soldier shouted outside the door.

"Come in!"

"Report to the regiment commander, the brigade commander called!"

"Brigade Commander?" Li Yunlong was stunned, then took the telegram and quickly read it.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Li Yunlong suddenly laughed three times towards the sky, his eyes flashing with excitement.

"Old Li, what did the brigade commander say?" Kong Jie asked hurriedly.

"The brigade commander said..." Li Yunlong paused, a sly smile appeared on his lips, "Our reinforcements have arrived!"

Zhang Ling didn't know how long he had been running, nor where he was running to. He only knew that he couldn't stop or look back.

Zhao Gang's roar echoed in his ears, and the scene of Zhao Gang being overwhelmed by the Japanese appeared before his eyes. His heart was filled with grief and anger.

"Damn Japanese, I will definitely avenge the political commissar!" Zhang Ling gritted his teeth and swore secretly in his heart.

He ran stumblingly, his clothes were torn by branches and his face was scratched by thorns, but he didn't care at all and just wanted to escape from this damn place as soon as possible.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally ran out of the woods and came to a mountain road.

He looked up and saw a village not far ahead, with smoke rising from chimneys and the sounds of chickens and dogs, as if it were a paradise.

Zhang Ling was delighted and ran towards the village quickly.

He ran to the entrance of the village and saw a stone tablet with three large characters engraved on it:

"Zhaojiayu"

Zhang Ling's heart moved. Could this be...

Without having time to think, he rushed into the village.

He saw a group of villagers working in the fields, so he ran over and asked breathlessly:

"Fellow villager, is this Zhaojiayu?"

"Yes, young man, you are..."

"I'm from the Eighth Route Army Independent Regiment. My name is Zhang Ling. May I ask if there is a political commissar named Zhao Gang here?"

When the villagers heard that they were the Eighth Route Army, they immediately became enthusiastic and gathered around.

"You are Zhang Ling. We often hear Political Commissar Zhao mention you. He says you are a good soldier!"

"Comrade Zhang Ling, you came at the right time. Political Commissar Zhao..."

"What happened to Political Commissar Zhao?" Zhang Ling's heart tightened and he asked quickly.

"Political Commissar Zhao...he..."

The villagers looked at each other, seeming to be hesitant to speak.

"Fellow villagers, please say something!" Zhang Ling stamped his feet anxiously.

"Comrade Zhang Ling, you should go and see for yourself."

An old man sighed and brought Zhang Ling to a dilapidated house.

"Political Commissar Zhao is inside."

Zhang Ling took a deep breath, pushed the door and walked in.

He saw Zhao Gang lying on the bed, his face pale, his breath weak, and his body wrapped in bandages.

"political commissar!"

Zhang Ling rushed to the bed, held Zhao Gang's hand, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Why are you crying, kid? What a shame!" Zhao Gang smiled weakly and wanted to raise his hand, but it dropped down weakly.

"Political Commissar, how are you? Are you seriously injured?" Zhang Ling asked with a sob.

"I'm fine. I just had some minor injuries. I won't die." Zhao Gang said with all his strength. "But you, why are you here? Are you in any trouble?"

"I......"

Zhang Ling briefly told Zhao Gang what had happened.

"What? You, kid, actually took down the Japanese artillery tower by yourself? And killed so many Japanese soldiers?" After hearing this, Zhao Gang's eyes widened and he looked at Zhang Ling in disbelief.

"Hehe, it was just luck, just luck." Zhang Ling scratched his head and said embarrassedly.

"You kid, you're such a monster!" Zhao Gang couldn't help but curse, but his tone was full of relief and pride.

"By the way, Political Commissar, why are you here? What happened to your injury?" Zhang Ling asked.

"It's a long story..."

Zhao Gang sighed and began to talk about his experiences during this period.

It turned out that night, in order to cover Zhang Ling's breakout, Zhao Gang single-handedly blocked the Japanese pursuers.

Relying on his superior marksmanship and terrain advantages, he fought with the Japanese for a long time and killed many of them.

However, the Japanese had a large number of troops and fierce firepower. Zhao Gang was eventually outnumbered, seriously injured, and captured by the Japanese.

When the Japanese learned that Zhao Gang was the political commissar of the Eighth Route Army, they tortured him severely in an attempt to get intelligence about the Eighth Route Army from him.

However, Zhao Gang would rather die than surrender and never utter a word.

Seeing that the hard approach didn't work, the Japanese tried the soft approach. They treated Zhao Gang with good food and drink and treated his wounds in an attempt to influence him.

However, Zhao Gang knew the devil's conspiracy and remained vigilant and did not fall for it.

In this way, Zhao Gang spent seven difficult days and seven nights in the devil's lair.

Later, the Japanese received an order to move to another place, so they escorted Zhao Gang and some other prisoners to Zhaojiayu.

The villagers of Zhaojiayu were all anti-Japanese activists. When they learned that the devils had escorted a group of prisoners over, they secretly organized themselves to rescue them.

When the Japanese were escorting prisoners passing through Zhaojiayu, the villagers suddenly launched an attack, killing several Japanese and rescuing Zhao Gang and some other prisoners.

However, the Japanese reinforcements arrived soon, and the villagers were outnumbered, so they had to take Zhao Gang and some other wounded people and hide in the deep mountains and forests.

They hid in the mountains for a few days before finally returning to Zhaojiayu.

"When I came back, you were gone. I thought you..." Zhao Gang's voice choked up when he said this.

"Political Commissar, I'm sorry to have worried you." Zhang Ling held Zhao Gang's hand and said firmly, "I'm fine, I'm still alive, and I will keep fighting until the devils are driven out of China!"

"Good boy, you have great ambition!" Zhao Gang patted Zhang Ling's hand with satisfaction, "Don't worry, I won't die either. I will fight side by side with you to defeat the Japanese devils!"