Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

"Damn it, even if I become a ghost, I will take a few people with me!" Zhang Ling gritted his teeth, took out a grenade from his pocket, pulled the fuse, and prepared to throw it into the pile of Japanese devils.

Just then, the sound of horse hooves came from afar, getting closer and closer, getting louder and louder, as if thousands of troops were galloping towards us.

"Cavalry? Could it be that the Japanese reinforcements have arrived?" Zhang Ling's heart sank. Is he really going to die here today?

"Damn it! What's going on? Where are our reinforcements?" Sakata Nobutsu yelled in frustration as he looked at the stalemate battle situation in front of him.

"Reporting to His Excellency the Commander, the cavalry regiment's communications have been interrupted and the current situation is unclear!" a communications soldier replied tremblingly.

"Baka! A bunch of trash!" Sakata Nobutsu stomped his feet in anger. At this moment, he suddenly heard a deafening shout of killing coming from behind him.

"What's that sound?" Sakata Nobutsu was startled and turned his head quickly. He saw that under the cover of night, a cavalry team was sweeping towards his position like a black torrent.

"Cavalry! It's cavalry!" The Japanese soldiers were suddenly in chaos. They never dreamed that a cavalry unit would appear here at this time.

"Which troops are they from?" Zhang Ling endured the pain and squinted his eyes to look at the cavalry team. He saw a man in the lead, who was of burly build, wearing a steel helmet, holding a big sword, and riding a tall, chestnut horse, like a god descending from the sky.

"It's Li Yunlong!" Zhang Ling recognized the man at a glance, and a glimmer of hope suddenly ignited in his heart.

"Cavalry Company, charge!" Li Yunlong roared, raised the big knife in his hand high, and rushed into the Japanese position first.

"Kill!" The soldiers of the cavalry company followed closely behind, like a tiger descending from a mountain, unstoppable. The horses galloped, the sabers swung, and wherever they passed, the devils fell to the ground one after another, and blood flowed like a river.

"Baga! Hold on! Hold on!" Sakata Nobutsu was completely panicked. He never expected that the encirclement and suppression he had carefully planned would be met with a sudden disaster.

However, under the leadership of Li Yunlong, the soldiers of the cavalry company were unstoppable and were simply not able to resist these panicked Japanese devils.

"Old Li, you came just in time!" Zhang Ling struggled to stand up and shouted loudly in the direction of Li Yunlong.

Li Yunlong turned around and his eyes lit up immediately. "Hey, isn't this Zhang Ling? Why are you here? How did you get into such a state?"

"Don't mention it, it's hard to explain!" Zhang Ling smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Haha, I told you, you are a tough guy, you will not die!" Li Yunlong laughed loudly, then his face darkened, pointing at the Japanese soldiers, and said viciously, "Brothers, kill them! Avenge our dead compatriots!"

"Kill!" The soldiers of the cavalry company roared, and slashed at the Japanese soldiers with their sabers mercilessly.

Sakata Nobutsu saw that the situation was hopeless and knew that he could not escape today. He shouted frantically: "Baga! You Chinese pigs, I will not let you go! Long live Tianhuang's pen!"

"Fuck your mother's Tianhuang pen!" Li Yunlong chopped off Sakata Nobutsu's head with one knife, ending the life of this demon.

The battle was over quickly, the Japanese were completely wiped out, and Zhang Ling's troops were finally saved.

"Old Li, thanks to you this time, otherwise we would have really died here!" Zhang Ling said gratefully.

"Hey, why are we still talking about this?" Li Yunlong waved his hand. "By the way, why are you here? I remember you were not..."

Li Yunlong suddenly stopped talking, looked at Zhang Ling suspiciously, and asked, "Boy, could it be that..."

Zhang Ling held a submachine gun and, under the cover of darkness, crouched and shuttled between the craters and corpses. The Japanese were stunned by the sudden night attack and were unable to organize an effective counterattack for a while.

"Da da da......"

The submachine gun in Zhang Ling's hand spewed out flames, and each bullet accurately harvested the lives of the devils. He was like the god of death, wielding his sickle in the dark night, harvesting the lives of these invaders.

"Grenade!"

Zhang Ling roared, pulled the fuse of a grenade, and threw it towards the area where the Japanese were concentrated.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, flames shot up into the sky, shrapnel and debris flew everywhere, and more than a dozen Japanese soldiers were blown to pieces.

"Kill!"

Zhang Ling's bravery inspired the soldiers' fighting spirit. They rushed out of the trenches one after another, holding bayonets and roaring as they launched a counterattack against the Japanese.

"Baga! The Chinese are crazy!"

The Japanese commander shouted in horror. He could never have imagined that this Eighth Route Army unit was so tenacious that they could organize a counterattack even after being defeated.

However, there was no time for him to think about it, because Zhang Ling had already rushed in front of him.

"go to hell!"

Zhang Ling roared, pointed the submachine gun in his hand at the Japanese commander's head, and pulled the trigger.

"Da da da......"

A series of bullets whizzed out, and the Japanese commander's head was instantly riddled with bullets. He didn't even have time to scream before he fell in a pool of blood.

"kill!"

Zhang Ling held up his submachine gun high and led the soldiers, like a sharp knife, stabbing it fiercely into the heart of the Japanese.

......

"Captain, it's bad. The Sakata regiment has been dispersed by the Chinese!"

Yoshio Shinozuka, commander of the Japanese Independent Brigade, was studying a map in his headquarters when a signalman ran in in a panic and brought him shocking news.

"What? The Sakata regiment was defeated? How is this possible?" Shinozuka Yoshio stood up suddenly, grabbed the signalman by the collar, and shouted, "Sakata Nobutsu is an excellent officer of the Empire. How could he be defeated by the Chinese?"

"Reporting to His Excellency the Brigade Commander, the Sakata Regiment was ambushed by the Chinese and suffered heavy losses. Commander Sakata... died in battle!" The signalman lowered his head and said in a trembling voice.

“Baka!” Shinozuka Yoshio pushed the signalman to the ground and threw the map in his hand angrily. “The Sakata Regiment is my ace unit, but it was completely wiped out by the Chinese. Damn Chinese!”

Shinozuka Yoshio paced back and forth in the room, his face terribly gloomy. He couldn't figure out where this Tubalu came from, and how they had such a strong fighting power that even the Sakata regiment was no match for them.

"Somebody come!"

Yoshio Shinozuka suddenly stopped and shouted towards the door.

"Mr. Commander, what do you want me to do?" A staff officer ran in hurriedly.

"Pass the order down and mobilize all the troops. I will personally lead the charge and completely wipe out this Eighth Route Army!" Shinozuka Yoshio said gritting his teeth, his eyes full of murderous intent.

......

Zhang Ling didn't know that his action had attracted the attention of Shinozuka Yoshio, who was leading his soldiers to clean up the battlefield and count the spoils.

"Battalion Commander, we had such a great time in this battle. We killed so many Japanese and seized so many weapons and ammunition. It was really satisfying!" Li Dazhuang said excitedly with a smile on his face.

"Yes, in this battle we showed our momentum and power, and let the Japanese know that our Eighth Route Army is not to be trifled with!" Xu Erniu also said.

Zhang Ling looked at the soldiers' excited smiles, but his heart was filled with heaviness. He knew that this was just a small victory, and the real test was still to come.

"Okay, don't be happy too soon. The Japanese have suffered such a big loss, they will definitely not let it go. We must move as soon as possible to avoid Japanese revenge." Zhang Ling put away his smile and said seriously.

"Yes, battalion commander!"

The soldiers all knew that Zhang Ling was telling the truth, and they all took action, loading the captured weapons and ammunition onto the captured Japanese trucks and preparing to evacuate.

Just then, a soldier ran over in a hurry, with a look of fear on his face.

"Commander, it's bad, we are surrounded!"

"what?"

Zhang Ling's face suddenly changed when he heard this.

Zhang Ling rushed into the enemy's position like a lone wolf, holding a submachine gun. There was no fear in his eyes, only endless killing intent. Bullets whizzed past him, but he didn't care. The submachine gun in his hand spewed flames crazily, sending the enemy soldiers to hell one by one.

"Kill!" Zhang Ling roared, his voice like the roar of a wild beast, and it was particularly harsh in the dark night.

The Japanese obviously did not expect that there would be someone who dared to charge without fear of death, and they were caught off guard for a while. However, they were a well-trained army after all, and they quickly reacted, turned their guns, and shot at Zhang Ling frantically.

Zhang Ling dodged left and right, and miraculously avoided most of the bullets with his agility. The submachine gun in his hand was still roaring, and every time he pulled the trigger, it meant the end of a Japanese soldier's life.

However, two fists cannot defeat four hands, and a hero cannot defeat a large number of people. Although Zhang Ling was brave, he was alone after all. Facing the siege of dozens of devils, he gradually became powerless.

"Damn it, I'm going to fight you!" Zhang Ling roared, pulled the trigger of a grenade, and threw it at the area where the Japanese were most concentrated without hesitation.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, flames shot up into the sky. Several Japanese soldiers were unable to dodge and were blown to pieces.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Ling turned and ran. He knew that he had done his best and staying any longer would only lead to his death.

"Baga! Chase him! Don't let him get away!"

The angry roars of the Japs came from behind him, but Zhang Ling turned a deaf ear to them. He ran as fast as he could, just wanting to get rid of these damn Japs as soon as possible.

However, at this moment, he suddenly felt his feet go empty and he fell uncontrollably.

"Not good!" Zhang Ling cried out in his heart, knowing that he had fallen into a trap.