Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Zhang Dabiao grinned, revealing two rows of yellow teeth: "Hehe, you are still the most clever boy! Just wait and see, I will complete the task!"

After that, Zhang Dabiao turned and left, calling on the soldiers to prepare for the attack. Zhang Ling looked at his back, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes. Zhang Dabiao was brave in battle, but he was impulsive and easily suffered losses.

"Lao Li, take a few people with Lao Zhang and help him at the critical moment." Zhang Ling said to a thin soldier beside him.

"Yes!" The soldier called Lao Li saluted, turned around and disappeared into the trench.

As night fell, the sky was as dark as ink, and one could not see one's hand in front of one's face. Zhang Ling led the soldiers of the second and third battalions and, under the cover of darkness, quietly moved towards the two wings of the Japanese position.

"Commander, the Japanese artillery position is ahead!" a soldier said in a low voice.

Zhang Ling crouched down and saw in the faint moonlight that not far ahead, several Japanese soldiers were surrounding a mortar and chatting lazily.

"Fuck him!" Zhang Ling growled and rushed out first.

"Da da da......"

The roar of the submachine gun broke the silence of the night, bullets poured out like raindrops, and several unprepared Japanese soldiers fell in a pool of blood in an instant.

"Baga! Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The Japanese positions suddenly became chaotic, and everyone picked up their weapons and fired in the direction of the gunshots.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

In the distance, Zhang Dabiao led a battalion of soldiers and launched a fierce attack. Artillery shells exploded on the Japanese positions, flames shot into the sky, and the shouts of killing were deafening.

"Charge! Kill the devils!"

Zhang Ling led the soldiers and rushed into the Japanese positions like a tiger descending from the mountain, and engaged in fierce hand-to-hand combat with the enemy.

"Pfft!"

The bayonet in Zhang Ling's hand fiercely stabbed into the chest of a Japanese soldier, and blood gushed out and splashed on his face. However, he didn't care, pulled out the bayonet, and continued to charge.

The battle was extremely brutal. Both sides were so bloodthirsty that they completely forgot about life and death.

"Bakayaloo! You China pigs!"

A burly Japanese officer, wielding a samurai sword, slashed at Zhang Ling frantically.

Zhang Ling dodged sideways and kicked him in the chest, sending him flying.

"You think you can kill me? Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself!" Zhang Ling sneered, raised his submachine gun, and fired a burst of bullets at the Japanese officer.

"Da da da......"

The bullets ruthlessly reaped lives, and the Japanese officer turned into a cold corpse before he could even utter a scream.

At this moment, Zhang Ling suddenly felt a palpitation, and a strong sense of crisis surged into his heart. He turned around suddenly and saw a short Japanese soldier holding a gun, with the black muzzle of the gun pointed at him...

Zhang Ling's eyes swept across the map, and a clear three-dimensional topographic map emerged in his mind. The original owner of this body, the unlucky platoon leader Zhang, was really a rare military talent. What a pity...

"Damn it, these devils are really good at choosing a place. This terrain is easy to defend but difficult to attack!" A rough voice came from the side, with a strong Shanxi accent. Zhang Ling turned around and saw a tall and strong figure, who was the commander of the first battalion of the independent regiment, Ding Wei.

"Old Ding, stop talking nonsense here." Zhang Ling scolded with a smile, "This time Li Yunlong gave me this tough task, isn't it because he took a fancy to my map?" He pointed to his head.

Ding Wei chuckled and scratched the crude map with his thick fingers. "I know you have something up your sleeve. Tell me, what are you going to do? I've brought all the brothers from the first battalion with you this time, and they'll obey your orders!"

Zhang Ling stood up and walked to the edge of the cliff, staring at the enemy's artillery tower in the distance with sharp eyes, as if he could see through the thick concrete wall. "This group of devils is well-equipped and has strong firepower. A head-on attack will definitely not work. We have to outsmart them." He paused, a sly look flashed in his eyes, "We have to 'encircle and attack their reinforcements'!"

Ding Wei's eyes lit up, "You mean..."

"This group of devils are hiding in the artillery tower. Let's first eliminate the strongholds around them, cut off their food supply, and then slowly deal with them!" Zhang Ling's eyes flashed with cold light, "I don't believe that this group of devils can hide like turtles forever!"

After hearing this, Ding Wei couldn't help but applaud, "Great! This is a very insidious trick, I like it! You are really a good fighter, no wonder the boss thinks highly of you!"

In the next few days, Zhang Ling led the first battalion of the independent regiment, split up into small groups, and shuttled through the mountains and forests like a ghost, quietly eliminating several small strongholds around the Japanese. The Japanese commander Yamamoto Ikki, a sinister and cunning old Japanese, finally realized that something was wrong.

"Baga! Do these Eighth Route Army thugs want to trap us to death?" Yamamoto Ikki was furious. He slammed the table with his palm, causing the teacup to jump up.

"Please calm down, my lady!" Liu Mazi, the puppet army commander standing by, was trembling with fear. "These Eighth Route Army soldiers are very cunning. Should we ask for help from the nearby strongholds?"

"Ask for help?" Yamamoto Ikki glared at Liu Mazi with a gleam of contempt in his eyes. "Do you think I don't know your little tricks? Do you want to take this opportunity to escape?"

Liu Mazi turned pale with fear and quickly knelt on the ground, "Your Majesty, please understand! I am loyal to the Imperial Army and have no second thoughts!"

"Hmph!" Yamamoto Ikki snorted coldly, "Pass the order down, strengthen the vigilance, and guard against sneak attacks by the Eighth Route Army! I don't believe that they can still turn the tables!"

However, what Yamamoto Ikki didn't know was that a bigger crisis was approaching. Zhang Ling had already set his sights on him, and a bold plan gradually took shape in his mind...

Late at night, the mountain wind was howling and the shadows of the trees were swaying. The soldiers of the 1st Battalion of the Independent Regiment were lurking on the hillside not far from the Japanese artillery tower, waiting for the order to attack.

"Old Ding, are you sure you can blow up the Japanese bunker?" Zhang Ling asked in a low voice, with worry in his eyes.

Ding Wei patted his chest and said confidently: "Don't worry, I have seized a lot of good things from the devils. This time I promise to give them a 'surprise'!"

"Okay!" Zhang Ling no longer hesitated, "Pass my order and start the action!"

Following the order, the soldiers rushed out like arrows...

At the same time, Zhang Ling, along with several agile soldiers, quietly moved towards the enemy's artillery tower. He planned to take advantage of the chaos to sneak into the tower and capture Yamamoto Ikki alive!

Zhang Ling stood on the scorched earth baptized by artillery fire, and the contour lines on the map seemed to appear in front of him. The Japanese artillery towers, trenches, machine gun positions, and even their patrol routes were all clearly displayed in his mind like a textbook.

"These devils are really superstitious about their Bushido spirit." Zhang Ling sneered, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a deep breath, and exhaled gray-white smoke rings.

Beside him, Li Yunlong, the head of the independent regiment, was frowning as he looked at the Japanese positions in the distance. "Old Zhang, what are you up to now? Tell me, and see if Old Li can help."

"Captain Li, look at this terrain, does it look like a pocket?" Zhang Ling said, pointing at the Japanese positions in the distance.

Li Yunlong looked in the direction Zhang Ling pointed and saw that the Japanese position was located in an open area, surrounded by mountains on three sides, with only a narrow passage leading to the outside world.

"It's really a pocket. Do you want to..." Li Yunlong's eyes lit up, as if he understood Zhang Ling's thoughts.

"That's right, I just want to put all these devils into my pocket, and then..." Zhang Ling made a fist gesture.

"Good boy, I just like your ruthlessness!" Li Yunlong slapped his thigh and said excitedly, "Tell me what you want to do. I will lead the independent regiment to lead you!"

Zhang Ling smiled, pointed to several key locations on the map, and began to explain his plan in detail.

......

As night fell, the dark night enveloped the earth, with only a few stars dotting it. Under the command of Zhang Ling, the soldiers of the independent regiment quietly moved towards the Japanese position.

"First Battalion, outflanking from the left hillside and cutting off the enemy's retreat!"

"Second Battalion, launch a feint attack from the front to draw enemy fire!"

"Third Battalion, follow me and charge from the right hillside, straight into the heart of the enemy!"

Zhang Ling's voice was deep and powerful, and it was particularly clear in the silent night.

The soldiers of the independent regiment had long been accustomed to this kind of night battle. They shuttled through the darkness like a group of ghosts without making any sound.

"Da da da......"

Suddenly, a burst of fierce gunfire broke the silence of the night.

"It's the direction of the Second Battalion. They've already started a fight with the Japanese!" Zhang Ling whispered, "Act according to the plan. Don't linger on. Make it quick and decisive!"

"Yes!" the soldiers responded in unison and quickened their pace.

......

Inside the Japanese military headquarters, Colonel Yamamoto Ikki was pacing in front of a map with an anxious look on his face.

"Report to the colonel, the Chinese army launched a night attack!" A signalman ran in hurriedly and reported.

"What? Chinese army?" Yamamoto Ikki was shocked. He never thought that the Eighth Route Army would dare to take the initiative to attack their positions.

"Baga! It must be that lunatic Li Yunlong!" Yamamoto Ikki gritted his teeth and said, "Order the troops to enter combat status immediately and make sure to repel the Chinese army!"

"Hi!" The signalman took the order and left.

......

Zhang Ling led the soldiers of the third battalion and, under the cover of night, they had already reached a place less than a hundred meters away from the Japanese headquarters.

"Prepare the grenades!" Zhang Ling ordered in a low voice.

The soldiers took out their grenades, pulled the fuses, and prepared to throw them.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a loud bang sounded behind them, and then the whole earth seemed to shake.

"What's going on?" Zhang Ling was shocked and looked back, only to see flames and thick smoke in the distance.

"Yes...it's our ammunition depot!" exclaimed a soldier.