Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Li Yunlong and Zhang Ling took the opportunity to take a few soldiers and ran towards the woods with their backs crouched.

The Japanese commander found that Li Yunlong wanted to break through, and immediately mobilized firepower and fired wildly at the woods. Li Yunlong, Zhang Ling and others braved the hail of bullets and shuttled through the woods with difficulty.

"Captain, be careful!" A bullet flew past Li Yunlong's scalp. Zhang Ling was quick-witted and threw Li Yunlong to the ground.

"Damn it, you little Japs, I'm going to fight you to the death!" Li Yunlong roared angrily and was about to stand up, but was pinned to the ground by Zhang Ling.

"Captain, calm down! Now is not the time to act rashly!" Zhang Ling said in a low voice, "Only by conserving your strength can we find out what that old devil Yamamoto Ikki is up to!"

Li Yunlong panted heavily, but finally calmed down. He looked at the soldiers around him, all of whom were injured, and his heart was filled with grief, anger and helplessness.

"Retreat! Retreat from this forest first!" Li Yunlong gritted his teeth and gave the order to retreat.

......

After the independent regiment broke through, Li Yunlong counted the number of people and found that there was less than a platoon of soldiers left, and there was little ammunition left. He looked at the scarred team in front of him, and his heart was filled with bitterness and anger.

"Captain, what should we do now?" Zhang Ling asked.

"What else can we do? Let's find a safe place to rest first, and then make plans!" Li Yunlong sighed, looking at the photo in his hand, his eyes became deep, "Yamamoto Ikki, what do you want to tell me? Could this woman be related to the so-called secret?"

"Damn it, the Japanese have a sharp nose!" Li Yunlong cursed and began to deploy defenses, "Monk, take your men to the high ground in the west, and don't let the Japanese get close!"

Zhang Ling frowned, looking at the smiling woman in the photo, with doubts in his heart. If Yamamoto Ikki hated them so much, why did he carry a photo of his wife with him? Is there some unknown secret hidden behind this photo?

"Zhang Ling, don't just stand there, the Japanese will be here soon!" Li Yunlong's voice interrupted Zhang Ling's thoughts.

"Yes!" Zhang Ling carefully put away the photo, picked up the gun, and quickly walked out of the command center.

The soldiers of the independent regiment quickly entered combat status, and the sounds of gunfire, artillery fire, and shouts of killing resounded throughout the valley.

Zhang Ling discovered that this time the Japanese attack was more fierce than before, and it seemed that they were well prepared and were heading directly for the location of their headquarters.

"Captain, the Japanese firepower is too strong. We can't hold out for long like this!" a soldier shouted anxiously.

Li Yunlong spat fiercely, "Fuck it, fight me! Even if I die, I will take a few Japanese with me!"

"Captain, what do you see there?" Zhang Ling pointed to the rear of the Japanese army in the distance. A group of soldiers in black uniforms were carrying a peculiarly shaped cannon and moving forward slowly.

"Cannon?" Li Yunlong narrowed his eyes. "Why does this Japanese cannon look so weird?"

"Oh no! It's the Type 92 infantry gun!" Zhang Ling's face changed. Although the caliber of this artillery is not large, it has a fast rate of fire and great power. The independent regiment's fortifications can't withstand a few hits.

"Quick! Move the position!" Li Yunlong made a prompt decision and ordered the soldiers to retreat.

But it was too late. The Japanese artillery shells were already whizzing in, and the independent regiment's fortifications were instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire.

"Hide! Hide!" Zhang Ling tried his best to throw a soldier to the ground and avoided the attack of a shell.

When the smoke cleared, Zhang Ling found that several soldiers had fallen beside him, their uniforms stained with blood.

"Damn it! I'm going to fight you!" Li Yunlong's eyes turned red, and he rushed out with a machine gun.

"Captain, it's dangerous!" Zhang Ling wanted to stop him, but Li Yunlong had already rushed into the hail of bullets.

"Cover the commander!" Zhang Ling yelled and rushed out.

Under the leadership of Li Yunlong, the soldiers of the independent regiment fought a desperate battle with the Japanese.

Zhang Ling relied on his agile skills and accurate marksmanship to move around the battlefield. Every time he pulled the trigger, a Japanese soldier fell down.

Suddenly, Zhang Ling felt a chill coming from behind. He instinctively turned sideways and a bullet flew past his ear.

"Baga! Chinese pig!" A cold voice came from behind.

Zhang Ling looked back and saw a short but vicious-looking Japanese officer holding a Type 14 Nambu pistol with the muzzle pointed at him.

"It's you!" Zhang Ling recognized at a glance that this Japanese officer was Yamamoto Ikki!

"What? How do you know me?" Yamamoto Ikki was stunned, then sneered, "Since you know who I am, then prepare to die!"

"Go to hell!" Yamamoto Ikki pulled the trigger.

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"The devils are coming!"

The monk's shout was like a huge rock hitting the calm water, instantly causing a stir. The soldiers of the independent regiment quickly entered combat mode, but everyone's face was full of confusion. Yamamoto Ikki's troops had just been completely wiped out, and it was logical that the Japanese army could not have received the news so quickly.

Li Yunlong snatched the photo from Zhang Ling's hand, stuffed it into his pocket, and shouted angrily: "Monk, how many Japanese soldiers are there? Where are they coming from?"

"Report to the regiment commander, the Japanese... There are quite a lot of them, a whole regiment, and they are coming from the north!" The monk reported breathlessly.

"Damn it, a regiment? How come they can teleport?" Li Yunlong cursed as he picked up his big hat and put it on his head, "Damn it, I want to see which bastard is leading this team!"

Zhang Ling frowned, he also felt that something was fishy. Yamamoto Ikki's troops were here to carry out a secret mission, and the main Japanese army should not know their whereabouts.

"Captain, something seems fishy. Could it be..." Zhang Ling hesitated as he thought of the young woman in kimono in the photo.

"Could it be something? Stop hesitating!" Li Yunlong urged anxiously.

"Could it be that this is a trap deliberately set by Yamamoto Ikki, with the purpose of luring our main force and creating opportunities for their large force?" Zhang Ling expressed his guess.

Li Yunlong was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and thought for a moment, then slammed the table and shouted, "Damn it, this is really possible! This Yamamoto Ikki is trying to plot against me even after his death! I almost fell for his trick!"

"So what should we do now?" Zhang Ling asked.

"What should we do? Just chill! The Japanese have come to our doorstep, what else can we do? Fuck them!" Li Yunlong's eyes flashed with a fierce light, "Order the troops to enter combat status immediately, I want to see who wins and who loses today!"

The soldiers of the independent regiment acted quickly and built fortifications at the village entrance, hillsides and other favorable terrains. A fierce battle was about to break out.

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The Japanese artillery fire led the way, the rumbling sound of the artillery was deafening, and the position of the independent regiment was instantly engulfed by smoke and flames.

"Da da da......"

"Bang bang bang..."

Fierce gunfire echoed throughout the valley. The soldiers of the independent regiment fought bravely, and bullets rained down on the charging Japanese.

Zhang Ling and Li Yunlong fought side by side. Both of them were very accurate in shooting, and each shot could take the life of a Japanese soldier.

"Captain, the Japanese firepower is too strong. We can't hold on any longer!" the monk shouted anxiously.

Li Yunlong wiped the sweat and gunpowder from his face and shouted, "You have to stand up even if you can't! Beat me hard! Even if I die, I have to take a few devils with me!"

"But..." The monk wanted to say something but was rudely interrupted by Li Yunlong.

"No but! Execute the order!"

"Yes!"

The battle was extremely brutal and the soldiers of the independent regiment suffered heavy casualties, but none of them retreated. They all defended this land with their lives and blood.

Zhang Ling observed the battlefield situation while shooting. He found that the Japs' attack was very methodical and their firepower was very fierce, which was not the combat power that an ordinary regiment could possess.

"Could it be..." A terrible thought flashed through Zhang Ling's mind, "Could it be that the commander of the devils this time is..."

He suddenly turned his head to look at Li Yunlong, only to find that Li Yunlong also had a solemn look on his face.

"Old Li, I feel like there's something wrong with the Japanese this time." Zhang Ling said in a deep voice.

"You felt it too?" Li Yunlong narrowed his eyes and stared at the smoke-filled battlefield in the distance. "If my guess is correct, the commander of the devils this time should be..."

"boom!"

Before Li Yunlong could finish his words, a shell exploded near them, and the two of them were instantly knocked to the ground by the blast.

"Captain! Zhang Ling!" the monk shouted in horror...

As soon as the monk finished speaking, a shell fell from the entrance of the command office, shaking the whole room. Li Yunlong grabbed his hat and cursed: "Damn it, are these bastards born with dog noses? They came so quickly!"

Zhang Ling was also secretly frightened. This group of devils came too quickly. Could it be that Yamamoto Ikki had some other tricks up his sleeve? He didn't have time to think about it. He picked up the box on the table and ran out.

"Zhang Ling, where are you going? Do you want to be a deserter?" Li Yunlong shouted from behind.

"Captain, this box might contain clues. I'll be back soon!" Zhang Ling rushed into the smoke-filled battlefield without looking back.

The position of the independent regiment has been covered by the Japanese artillery fire, and the soldiers rely on the simple fortifications to resist. The Japanese offensive is more fierce than ever, and it is obvious that they want to take advantage of the news of Yamamoto Ikki's "sacrifice" to capture the independent regiment in one fell swoop.

Zhang Ling ran desperately to the rear under the hail of bullets. He had a hunch that Yamamoto Ikki's words before his death and the photos in the box must be hiding some important secrets. He had to find out as soon as possible, as this was related to the safety of the independent regiment and even more people.

After running to a safe place, Zhang Ling was able to take a breath and carefully examine the photo in his hand. The woman in the photo had a soft look between her eyebrows and eyes, which was far from the fierce and evil Japanese officer's wife that Zhang Ling had imagined.