Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

The puppet soldiers suddenly became chaotic. Some picked up their guns, some carried ammunition boxes, and some ran around in fear. How could they look like soldiers at all?

When Zhang Ling saw this scene, he sneered in his heart. He knew that his plan was successful!

Taking advantage of the panic of the puppet soldiers, he sneaked aside, took out a flare from his arms, and pulled the fuse.

"call out--"

A red flare shot up into the sky, exploding into a dazzling spark in the air.

"Kill--"

When the soldiers of the independent regiment who were lying in ambush outside the village heard the signal, they rushed into the village from all directions like tigers descending from the mountains.

"Da da da--"

"Bang bang bang-"

There were loud gunshots and grenade explosions one after another. The puppet soldiers were caught off guard before they could react.

When the puppet army company commander saw the Eighth Route Army suddenly attack, he was so frightened that he dropped his gun and turned around to escape.

"Want to run? It's not that easy!"

Zhang Ling rushed forward, the dagger in his hand flashed coldly, and stabbed the puppet army company commander in the back accurately.

"Uh-"

The puppet army company commander screamed, fell limply to the ground, and died.

The puppet troops who had lost their command became even more vulnerable. Under the fierce attack of the independent regiment soldiers, they were quickly defeated, and they threw away their weapons and armor and fled in panic.

At the end of the battle, the independent regiment won a great victory and seized a large number of weapons and ammunition.

Li Yunlong looked at the corpses of puppet soldiers scattered all over the ground and laughed loudly: "What a pleasure! What a pleasure! Zhang Ling, this time it's all thanks to you! If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have been able to win so easily!"

Zhang Ling smiled modestly and said, "It's all thanks to the commander's good command. I just did my best."

"Good boy, you have a bright future!" Li Yunlong patted Zhang Ling on the shoulder, his eyes full of admiration, "I have decided, from today on, you will be my bodyguard!"

Zhang Ling's heart trembled. He realized that he was one step closer to Li Yunlong's core circle, but it also meant that he would face greater dangers and challenges...

Zhang Ling tried hard to suppress his inner excitement and pretended to be at a loss. Li Yunlong looked him up and down, his eyes under his thick eyebrows seemed to be able to see through people's thoughts, which made Zhang Ling feel uneasy.

"Old Zhao, where did this kid come from?" Li Yunlong asked in a rough voice, with a hint of impatience in his tone.

"Report to the regiment commander, this guy said he was a company commander of the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army. He fought with the Japanese during the Battle of Xinkou and broke out. He wants to join our independent regiment!" Old Zhao reported quickly, fearing that he would be a step slower and make Li Yunlong unhappy.

"Jinsui Army?" Li Yunlong sneered. "Damn it, those weaklings in the Jinsui Army, I don't believe they can break out! Tell me, are you a spy sent by the devils?!"

Zhang Ling's heart skipped a beat, knowing that his trick had been exposed. He rolled his eyes, fell to his knees, and cried out in tears, "Captain! I am innocent! I am really the company commander of the Shanxi Suiyuan Army. If you don't believe me, look at my officer certificate and medals!"

As he spoke, Zhang Ling took out the "props" he had prepared earlier, which were the two that he had shown Scarface before. Li Yunlong snatched them, examined them carefully, and then casually threw them to the guard behind him.

"Hmph, you think you are from the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army with just these two things? I have collected a basketful of Japanese swords that I have seized!" Li Yunlong obviously didn't buy it. What he hated most were those who were afraid of death and were greedy for life, especially those who came to their independent regiment under various banners to eat and drink for free.

Zhang Ling knew that Li Yunlong was testing him. If he showed any guilt, he would be treated as a spy. He gritted his teeth and risked his life. He stood up and pointed at Li Yunlong's nose and cursed: "Li Yunlong! Don't look down on me! I am the company commander of the 715th Regiment of the Shanxi Suiyuan Army. If it weren't for the powerful Japanese planes and artillery, would I have fallen to this point?! Do you think I am willing to come to your shabby place? If I hadn't heard that you, Li Yunlong, are good at fighting, I would have gone to Yan'an to find the Central Army long ago!"

Zhang Ling's words were extremely bold, as he cursed Li Yunlong's ancestors. The soldiers around were all stunned. It was the first time they saw someone dare to talk to their regiment leader like this. Old Zhao and Scarface were even more frightened, fearing that Li Yunlong would shoot this ignorant guy in anger.

However, to everyone's surprise, Li Yunlong did not get angry. Instead, he laughed and pointed at Zhang Ling and said, "Good boy! You have courage! I like you! What's your name?"

Zhang Ling was secretly delighted to see that Li Yunlong seemed to have some affection for him, and quickly said, "Captain, my name is Zhang Ling!"

"Zhang Ling? What a nice name!" Li Yunlong patted Zhang Ling on the shoulder and said, "You are a brave boy, I will take you in! But let me be frank with you, if you want to work for me, you have to show your real ability! If I find out that you are here to eat and drink for free, I will shoot you!"

"Yes! Commander!" Zhang Ling responded loudly. He knew that he had finally succeeded in infiltrating the independent regiment. The next step was to find an opportunity to complete his mission.

However, what Zhang Ling didn't know was that he was facing not only the cruel test of the Anti-Japanese War, but also a huge conspiracy from the future, and he was the key to this conspiracy...

Zhang Ling's heartbeat was like a drum. He tried to suppress his emotions and make himself look like a desperate defeated soldier. Li Yunlong, this legendary figure who only existed on the screen in another time and space, was now standing in front of him. His rough face, thick beard, and imposing aura were all perfectly consistent with the image in Zhang Ling's memory.

"Who is this guy?" Li Yunlong asked in a rough voice, glancing at Zhang Ling sharply.

"Report to the regiment commander, this young man said he was a company commander of the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army. During the Xinkou Campaign, he fought with the Japanese and the entire company was wiped out. He was the only one who broke through and wanted to join our independent regiment." Scarface, Zhang Dabiao, the commander of the first battalion of the independent regiment, hurried forward to report.

"Jinsui Army?" Li Yunlong looked Zhang Ling up and down. He was wearing a gray military uniform with blood and mud stains on it. His face was also covered with dust. He really looked like a refugee. "What's your name?"

"Sir, my name is Zhang Ling." Zhang Ling stood at attention and saluted, trying his best to appear respectful and humble.

Li Yunlong waved his hands and said, "Alright, stop calling me sir. We in the Eighth Route Army don't use that. You said you were a company commander of the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army. What evidence do you have?"

Zhang Ling quickly took out the officer certificate and blood-stained medal of the Shanxi Suiyuan Army from his pocket and handed them to Li Yunlong: "This is my certificate and medal."

Li Yunlong took the certificate and medal, glanced at them casually, and threw them back to Zhang Ling: "It's not easy to forge a certificate these days? You said you escaped from the war, how do you prove that you are not a deserter?"

Zhang Ling cursed in his heart, this Li Yunlong is really not easy to fool, it seems that he has to play some shocking tricks. He pretended to be angry and said with gritted teeth: "Captain, if I, Zhang Ling, was a coward, I would not be alive until now! In the Battle of Xinkou, our 35th Army was ordered to stop the Japanese 5th Division. We fought for seven days and seven nights! I led a company of brothers to defend the position, and in the end there were less than ten people left! I saw my brothers fall in a pool of blood with my own eyes, and I was also injured in the leg by the Japanese artillery shells. If it weren't for my good luck, I would have gone to see the King of Hell long ago! Captain, if you don't believe me, you can take a look at my leg injury!"

As he spoke, Zhang Ling lifted up his trouser legs, revealing a hideous scar on his knee. This scar was naturally there before Zhang Ling traveled through time, and it came in handy at this moment.

When Li Yunlong saw the scar, a strange look flashed in his eyes. He knew that no one who could survive the Japanese invasion was a coward. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "What weapon can you use?"

"I can use rifles, machine guns, and grenades!" Zhang Ling said, patting his chest.

Li Yunlong snorted, "That's all you know? Then why don't you become a cook?" He turned to Zhang Dabiao and said, "Old Zhang, first assign this guy to your camp and give him a gun to see how capable he is!"

"Yes, Commander!" Zhang Dabiao saluted and said to Zhang Ling, "Boy, follow me!"

Zhang Ling followed Zhang Dabiao to the camp of the first battalion. Along the way, he secretly observed the situation of the independent regiment. Although it was just a quick glance, Zhang Ling could still feel the vigorous vitality and strong fighting spirit of the independent regiment. This army was completely different from the allergic army he knew in history. Everyone was full of vitality and hope, which made him look forward to his future.

Zhang Dabiao arranged Zhang Ling in a squad, threw him a Hanyang rifle and thirty rounds of ammunition, and said, "Boy, do your best and don't embarrass me!"

Zhang Ling took the gun and ammunition and saluted Zhang Dabiao: "Yes, Battalion Commander!"

At night, Zhang Ling had dinner with the soldiers. Although the food was simple, Zhang Ling enjoyed it very much. He knew that in wartime, having enough food was a kind of happiness.

"Captain Zhang, why don't you eat meat?" A young soldier asked curiously when he saw Zhang Ling only eating steamed bread and wild vegetable soup.

"Yes, Captain Zhang, is it because the food we cook is not to your liking?" another soldier asked.

Zhang Ling smiled and said, "No, I'm just thinking about something."

"What are you thinking about?"

Zhang Ling raised his head and looked at the starry sky. A complicated look flashed in his eyes: "I was wondering, why do we have to fight?"

The soldiers were stunned. They were all simple farmers who joined the army and fought only to protect their hometowns and loved ones. They had never thought about this issue.