Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

"Damn it, these Japs are really fucking difficult to deal with!" Zhang Ling cursed inwardly, hiding behind a Japanese corpse and observing the situation around him.

The Japanese had completely occupied their previous position and were cleaning up the battlefield. In the distance, he could vaguely hear the Japanese captain's triumphant laughter, which made Zhang Ling hate him so much that his teeth itched.

"Even if I have to risk my life, I'll take a few Japanese soldiers with me!" Zhang Ling gritted his teeth, picked up a few grenades from the ground, pulled out the safety pins, and threw them towards the area where the Japanese soldiers were most concentrated.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" A series of violent explosions sounded, and several Japanese soldiers were blown into the sky, with their limbs and arms flying everywhere.

"Baga! Where do these Chinese come from?" The Japanese captain exclaimed and quickly directed the soldiers to search for the target.

Zhang Ling would not give them any chance. He shuttled through the battlefield like a ghost. The dagger in his hand was like the scythe of the god of death. Every swing would take the life of a Japanese soldier.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Zhang Ling roared like a madman, completely disregarding his own safety, and stabbed the Japanese with one knife after another.

The Japanese were caught off guard by this sudden attack and were thrown into chaos for a moment.

"Damn, this is so satisfying!" Zhang Ling laughed, kicked a Japanese soldier away, then jumped into a trench nearby.

In the trenches, a few surviving soldiers were fighting a desperate battle with the Japanese.

"Brothers, I'm here to help you!" Zhang Ling roared and joined the battle.

With Zhang Ling's joining, the situation in the trenches was reversed instantly. He had accurate shooting skills and agile movements. Every bullet could take the life of a Japanese soldier, and every knife could make the Japanese soldier bleed on the spot.

"Captain! Commander! It's Battalion Commander Zhang, Battalion Commander Zhang is back!" a soldier shouted in surprise.

"Zhang Ling? Didn't he go to cover the retreat?" a burly, bearded middle-aged man asked in surprise.

"It was Captain Zhang. He killed more than a dozen Japanese soldiers by himself and saved us all!"

The middle-aged man was the head of the independent regiment, Li Yunlong. He grabbed the arm of the guard beside him and said excitedly, "Wei Heshang, hurry up and take people to meet Battalion Commander Zhang!"

"Yes!" Monk Wei responded and rushed out of the trench with a team of soldiers.

......

Zhang Ling didn't know that Li Yunlong and Wei Heshang had come to pick him up. He took a few soldiers with him, fighting and retreating, and finally broke out of the Japanese encirclement.

"Battalion Commander, where are we going now?" Li Dazhuang asked breathlessly. He almost died in the battle just now.

Zhang Ling looked around. They were now trapped in a forest. It was completely silent except for the sound of gunfire in the distance.

"Let's find a place to rest first, and then find a way to reunite with the captain and the others when daybreak." Zhang Ling said.

"it is good!"

The soldiers found a secluded place and sat down against a tree trunk to rest.

"Battalion Commander, you were so awesome just now. You killed so many Japanese soldiers by yourself. You're even more powerful than Chu Yunfei's 358th Regiment!" Li Dazhuang looked at Zhang Ling with admiration.

"Haha, stop flattering me. I'm just lucky." Zhang Ling scolded with a smile, "By the way, we seized a lot of weapons and ammunition from the devils this time. Take your men to count them and see how many there are."

"Yes!"

Li Dazhuang took a few soldiers to count the spoils, while Zhang Ling leaned against a tree trunk with his eyes closed to rest.

"Zhang Ling?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in my ears.

Zhang Ling suddenly opened his eyes and saw a tall woman wearing the uniform of the Eighth Route Army and with short hair standing in front of him. She was none other than Zhao Gang, the political commissar of the independent regiment.

"Political Commissar? Why are you here?" Zhang Ling asked in surprise.

Zhao Gang smiled and said, "I came to find you. You are so bold that you dared to go alone to cover the retreat. Do you know that you almost couldn't come back?"

"Hey, Political Commissar, I'm fine, right?" Zhang Ling scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Are you okay? Look at you, you are covered in wounds. If you were not lucky, you would have been..."

As Zhao Gang spoke, his eyes turned red.

Zhang Ling quickly comforted him: "Political Commissar, I'm fine, really fine, look, I'm still alive!"

Zhao Gang sniffed and said, "Don't be so impulsive next time, kid. No matter how powerful you are, you can't compare to a regiment of soldiers. If anything happens to you, I..."

Having said this, Zhao Gang suddenly stopped, his face looking a little embarrassed.

Zhang Ling felt warm at heart when he looked at Zhao Gang. How could he not know that Zhao Gang cared about him?

"Political Commissar, don't worry, I will pay attention to it in the future." Zhang Ling said seriously.

"Okay, I believe you." Zhao Gang nodded, and then said, "By the way, the captain and the others already know that you are fine. They are not far ahead now. Let's go over there."

"it is good!"

Zhang Ling and Zhao Gang walked side by side towards where Li Yunlong and the others were.

......

Li Yunlong, Wei Heshang and others were anxiously waiting for news from Zhang Ling. Suddenly, they saw Zhang Ling and Zhao Gang walking towards them, talking and laughing.

"Zhang Ling!" Li Yunlong was overjoyed and hurried to greet him.

"Captain!"

"You kid, you're finally back. If you didn't come back, I would have brought people to collect your body!" Li Yunlong hugged Zhang Ling and patted his back hard.

"Haha, Captain, I'm sorry to have made you worry." Zhang Ling said with a smile.

"Worried? I feel bad for you! You are so brave, you dare to go alone to cover the retreat. Do you know that you almost couldn't come back?" Li Yunlong pretended to be angry.

"Captain, am I okay?"

"Are you okay? Look at you, you are covered with wounds, and you still say you are okay?" Li Yunlong said with his eyes wide open.

Zhang Ling chuckled and said, "Captain, I have thick skin and flesh, so this injury is nothing."

"You are just thick-skinned and tough, that's why you are not afraid of death!" Li Yunlong scolded with a smile, "Okay, let's find a place to rest first, and then find a way to contact the headquarters when it gets light."

"it is good!"

Everyone found a secluded place, lit a bonfire, and began to rest.

Li Yunlong took a pot of wine from the guard, handed it to Zhang Ling, and said, "Come on, Zhang Ling, take a sip to warm yourself up."

"Thank you, Captain." Zhang Ling took the wine jug, tilted his head back and took a sip.

"Zhang Ling, you did a great job this time. You killed so many Japanese soldiers by yourself. You are getting more and more powerful!" Li Yunlong praised.

"Captain, this is what I should do." Zhang Ling said modestly.

"Should I do it? Don't try to play tricks on me, kid. I know you must be thinking that you have made a great contribution again this time. After I go back, I will definitely reward you well!" Li Yunlong laughed.

"Hehe, Captain, you really are..." Zhang Ling felt a little embarrassed as Li Yunlong hit the nail on the head.

"Okay, I won't chat with you anymore. You should take a rest first. When it's daybreak, I'll take you to see someone." Li Yunlong said mysteriously.

"Meet someone? Who?" Zhang Ling asked curiously.

"Hehe, the secret cannot be revealed. You will know it when the time comes." Li Yunlong said with suspense.

Zhang Ling looked at Li Yunlong's mysterious look and became even more curious, but he knew that if Li Yunlong didn't tell him, it would be useless for him to ask, so he had to give up.

He leaned against the tree trunk, looking at the stars in the sky, but in his heart he was wondering who Li Yunlong was going to take him to meet.

......

The next morning, Li Yunlong set out with Zhang Ling and the soldiers of the independent regiment.

They walked for about half a day and arrived at the foot of a mountain.

"We're here. This is it." Li Yunlong said, pointing to a village at the foot of the mountain.

"Captain, what are we doing here?" Zhang Ling asked puzzledly.

"Hey, don't ask any more questions, just follow me and you'll know." Li Yunlong said as he took Zhang Ling towards the village.

When they arrived at the entrance of the village, they saw a middle-aged man wearing the uniform of the Eighth Route Army. He was tall, had a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a moustache, and a pistol on his waist. He was standing there. He was none other than Chu Yunfei, the idol of Li Yunlong, the protagonist of the famous "Sword", and the commander of the independent regiment of the 386th Brigade of the Jinsui Military Region.

"Captain Chu?" Zhang Ling looked at Chu Yunfei in surprise. He never thought that the person Li Yunlong wanted to take him to meet would be Chu Yunfei!

"Zhang Ling? Why are you here?" Chu Yunfei was also surprised when he saw Zhang Ling.

"Captain Chu, we..."

Before Zhang Ling had time to explain, Li Yunlong smiled and said, "Old Chu, this is the Zhang Ling I told you about. How is he? Not bad, right?"

"Not bad, really not bad!" Chu Yunfei looked Zhang Ling up and down, his eyes full of admiration.

"Zhang Ling, I've heard of your name for a long time, and today I finally get to meet you in person." Chu Yunfei said with a smile.

"Captain Chu, you're too kind. I just managed to make some insignificant contributions by chance." Zhang Ling said modestly.

"Haha, Brother Zhang Ling, you are too modest. Your contribution this time is not small!" Chu Yunfei laughed and said, "Come on, let's go inside and talk."

"it is good!"

Zhang Ling followed Chu Yunfei and Li Yunlong into the village...

Zhang Ling held a submachine gun and rushed desperately into the group of Japanese soldiers under the cover of night. He had only one thought in his mind: if he could kill as many as possible, he would, and he would never let these beasts have an easy life!

When he ran out of bullets, he picked up the Type 38 rifle from the ground, pulled the bolt and continued to shoot. The Japanese were shocked by his desperate shooting style and were suddenly forced into the crowd by him.

"Kill!" Zhang Ling roared and stabbed a Japanese soldier in the chest with his bayonet. Blood gushed out and splashed all over his face.

With red eyes, he rushed forward like a mad tiger among the ghosts. However, two fists were no match for four hands, and soon he was covered in wounds, and a stray bullet hit his thigh, causing him to almost lose his balance due to the excruciating pain.