Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Seeing this, Zhang Ling rushed forward, picked up the samurai sword, and slashed at the other Japanese soldier.

The Japanese soldier couldn't dodge in time and was hit on the shoulder by Zhang Ling's knife. He let out a scream, but before he could react, Zhang Ling swept across and chopped off his head.

Blood gushed out and splashed all over Zhang Ling's face, but he didn't care at all. He seemed to have turned into a killing machine, swinging the samurai sword in his hand continuously, sending the Japanese devils into hell one by one.

When the battle was at its most intense, Zhang Ling suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back. He looked back and saw a tall Japanese officer holding a bayonet and stabbing him in the chest...

Zhang Ling squatted down and drew on the ground with a branch. A bunch of heads came up, just like a group of curious ducks. Li Yunlong waved his hands impatiently, as if to shoo away flies, "What are you all doing? What are you doing? Go train! Go train!"

The soldiers dispersed, leaving only Zhang Dabiao and Zhao Gang, who followed Zhang Ling's example and sat on the ground. Zhang Ling didn't care, pointing to the pattern on the ground and said, "Captain, look, this is where we are now. The open space in front is the only way for the enemy's transport team..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Li Yunlong interrupted him gruffly, "What the hell are you talking about? I can't read a word, but I know how to shoot a gun. Just tell me what to do!"

Zhang Ling was not annoyed. He had already figured out Li Yunlong's temper. "My idea is, we should set up an ambush in this open area. Once the Japanese transport team arrives, we will..." He made a knife-like gesture and said fiercely, "Kill him without leaving a single piece of armor!"

"Okay!" Li Yunlong slapped his thigh and stood up excitedly, "Let's do it! You have a smart brain, this is a good idea! Lao Zhao, go and make some arrangements, this time we are going to give the devils a hard time!"

Zhao Gang smiled and nodded, then stood up to arrange the tasks. Before leaving, he reminded Zhang Ling, "Don't be idle, go check the weapons and equipment. We are going to fight a good battle this time!"

Zhang Ling looked at Zhao Gang's departing back, with a complex look in his eyes. He had been in this era for a while, and he was full of emotion about this war-torn era. As an ordinary person from a peaceful era, he witnessed the cruelty of war and felt the fragility of life.

He knew that this war was a life-and-death struggle for the Chinese people. And he, a time traveler from the future, also had his own mission in this era.

"Zhang Ling, what are you thinking about?" Li Yunlong's voice interrupted his thoughts.

Zhang Ling came back to his senses and saw Li Yunlong looking at him with a smile. "No, nothing. I was thinking about how to get more equipment for the Japanese."

Li Yunlong laughed loudly, "You kid, your mind is full of the Japanese equipment! Don't worry, as long as you work hard, I promise to let you have enough fun!"

In the next few days, the independent regiment was preparing for the ambush. Zhang Ling, relying on his understanding of future wars, put forward many constructive suggestions, which made Li Yunlong look at him with more respect.

"Hey, Old Zhao, do you think that Zhang Ling is not an ordinary soldier?" That night, Li Yunlong said to Zhao Gang while smoking a pipe.

Zhao Gang nodded, "I also feel that this guy is not simple. He knows so many things, some of which even I have never heard of."

Li Yunlong blew out a puff of smoke and said, "Who cares? As long as he can fight the Japanese, he will be my soldier!"

The day of the ambush finally arrived.

The Japanese transport team drove slowly, the wheels rolling over the ground, making a dull sound. Zhang Ling and the soldiers ambushed on both sides of the road, holding their breath, waiting for the best time to attack.

"Fight!" With Li Yunlong's order, gunshots and explosions rang out, and the Japanese transport team was suddenly in chaos.

Zhang Ling took aim calmly, and every time he pulled the trigger, a Japanese soldier fell. He seemed to have turned into the god of death, reaping the lives of the enemies.

The battle was extremely fierce. The soldiers of the independent regiment were all brave and tenacious, but the Japanese army's firepower was also very strong, and both sides were engaged in a bitter battle.

"Baga! Where did this group of Eighth Route Army soldiers come from?" the Japanese commander roared in frustration.

Just then, an accident happened...

Zhang Ling squatted down, picked up a branch, and quickly drew a rough topographic map on the ground. He pointed to a narrow valley on the map and said, "Captain, look here, this place is called Yelanggou, the terrain is narrow, with steep cliffs on both sides, easy to defend and difficult to attack. If the Japanese pass through here, we can catch them in the trap!"

After hearing this, Li Yunlong's eyes lit up and he slapped his thigh, "Good idea! I'm familiar with this place. I've been here before when I was hunting. It's a good place to ambush!"

Zhao Gang frowned and asked, "But why do the Japanese want to go through here? This road is not easy to travel."

Zhang Ling smiled slightly and said confidently: "Political Commissar, you don't know this. I caught the tongue of a little Japanese soldier before, and I got the information from him. The little Japanese soldier is going to transport a batch of supplies to Ping'an County recently, and this road is their only way!"

"Oh? There is such a thing?" Li Yunlong suddenly became excited. "Damn it, we can't let the Japanese succeed this time. I will make sure they never come back!"

Zhang Ling continued, "My idea is that we can first send a small force, pretending to be defeated soldiers, to lure the Japanese into the Wild Wolf Valley. Then, we can set up an ambush on the hillsides on both sides. When the Japanese enter the encirclement, we will shut them in and beat them!"

"Good idea! Let's do it!" Li Yunlong made the final decision and turned to Zhang Dabiao and said, "Old Zhang, take the first battalion and beat them hard!"

"Yes!" Zhang Dabiao took the order and left.

The next morning, Zhang Dabiao led the soldiers of the first battalion to set out. They pretended to be in a miserable state, with tattered clothes and armor thrown away, and retreated all the way to the Yelanggou.

Sure enough, not long after, a Japanese squad caught up with them. This Japanese squad had about a hundred people, well-equipped and aggressive, and it was obvious that they came with bad intentions.

"Hurry up, catch up and kill them!" The Japanese squad leader waved his command knife and shouted loudly.

"Kill!" The Japanese soldiers shouted and chased the "fleeing" Eighth Route Army with bayonets in hand.

Zhang Dabiao led his soldiers in a battle and retreat, leading the Japanese army into the Yelang Valley.

When the Japanese squad leader saw a long and narrow valley in front of him, he immediately became suspicious. He raised his right hand, signaled the troops to stop advancing, and then sent out several soldiers to scout.

However, all this was within Zhang Ling's expectations. He had already sent people to set up guards near the valley entrance, and the Japanese scouts were killed as soon as they showed up.

"Damn! There's an ambush!" The Japanese squad leader realized that he had fallen into a trap, but it was too late.

"Open fire!" With Li Yunlong's order, gunfire rang out on the hillsides on both sides. Countless bullets poured down, knocking the Japanese soldiers to the ground.

"Kill!" Zhang Dabiao led a battalion of soldiers and rushed down the hillside like a tiger descending from the mountain. They killed their way into the Japanese camp and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the enemy.

For a moment, the Wild Wolf Valley was filled with deafening gunfire, shouts of killing, smoke, and flying blood and flesh.

Zhang Ling has been following Li Yunlong, calmly observing the situation on the battlefield and giving Li Yunlong suggestions from time to time.

"Captain, the enemy's firepower is too strong. We have to find a way to suppress their machine guns!"

"Commander, we've found the enemy's artillery position. It's on the hillside over there!"

"Captain, the Japanese are trying to break through, we have to block their retreat!"

Li Yunlong almost obeyed Zhang Ling's advice. He found that this young man who traveled from the future, although young, had extraordinary military talent. He could always accurately judge the battlefield situation and propose the most effective tactical plan.

With the help of Zhang Ling, Li Yunlong commanded the soldiers of the independent regiment to suppress the Japanese troops in the Wild Wolf Valley. After several hours of fierce fighting, they finally wiped out the entire Japanese army without a single one escaping.

After the battle, Li Yunlong looked at the corpses of Japanese soldiers scattered all over the ground, laughed, patted Zhang Ling on the shoulder and said: "Good boy, you have made a great contribution! This time thanks to you, otherwise I really might not be able to defeat these devils!"

Zhang Ling smiled modestly and said, "This is all thanks to the commander's good command. I just gave some ideas."

Li Yunlong waved his hand and said, "Okay, stop being so modest. I know your abilities very well! Let's go back and have a drink to celebrate!"

The soldiers of the independent regiment also gathered around and looked at Zhang Ling with admiration. They had all witnessed Zhang Ling's outstanding performance on the battlefield. The young man's calmness, wit, and bravery left a deep impression on them.

As night fell, the independent regiment's base was brightly lit and the soldiers sat together, eating meat, drinking wine, and celebrating this hard-earned victory.

Zhang Ling also joined them, chatting and laughing with the soldiers. He thought it would be difficult for him to fit in, but he was surprised by the soldiers' enthusiasm and sincerity.

When Li Yunlong heard the word "trap", his eyes lit up, and he waved his hand and said in a rough voice: "What trap? Tell me quickly!"

Zhang Ling did not hesitate. He picked up a branch from the ground, pointed to the simple map drawn on the ground and said, "Captain, look, we are now stationed in this valley. If the Japanese want to come over, there is only this way. We can dig a trap in the middle of this road and cover it with branches to camouflage it. When the Japanese come in, hehe..."