Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

"Lao Kong, run!" Zhao Gang yelled and raised his gun to shoot at the Japanese soldiers rushing towards him.

"Political Commissar!" Kong Jie's eyes were red. He knew that after he left, he would never see Zhao Gang again.

"Don't worry about me, just go away!" Zhao Gang roared.

Kong Jie gritted his teeth, pulled Zhang Ling up, and under the cover of the soldiers, rushed to the back door of the brick kiln factory.

"Want to run? Not that easy!" When Yoshio Shinozuka saw Kong Jie trying to run, he immediately chased after him with the Japanese soldiers.

"Da da da!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

There was constant gunfire, the brick kiln factory was filled with smoke, blood and flesh were flying everywhere, and soldiers and Japanese soldiers lying in pools of blood were everywhere.

Kong Jie, leading Zhang Ling and the remaining few soldiers, fought and retreated, and were soon surrounded by the Japanese.

"Xiao Zhang, how are you? Can you still walk?" Kong Jie looked at Zhang Ling and asked with concern.

"Captain, I'm fine. I can still hold on!" Zhang Ling said, enduring the severe pain.

"Okay, let's fight our way out!" Kong Jie raised the Mauser pistol in his hand and shouted, "Comrades, charge for the new China!"

"Come on!"

The remaining few soldiers, all with red eyes, let out their final roars, followed Kong Jie and Zhang Ling and rushed towards the Japanese encirclement.

"Da da da!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Amid the dense gunfire, Kong Jie and Zhang Ling stood back to back, struggling to resist the Japanese attack.

"Baga! Kill them all!" Shinozuka Yoshio roared in frustration.

"Xiao Zhang, hold on, I'll come to rescue you right away!" A familiar voice sounded in Zhang Ling's ears.

Zhang Ling looked up and saw a tall figure holding a big knife, rushing out from the crowd of Japanese devils.

"It's Li Yunlong!" A glimmer of hope suddenly ignited in Zhang Ling's heart.

"Old Li!" Kong Jie also saw Li Yunlong and shouted in surprise.

"Kid, how did you get into this state?" Li Yunlong knocked down a Japanese soldier with his knife, ran to Kong Jie and asked with concern.

"Old Li, stop talking and rescue Xiao Zhang first!" Kong Jie said, pointing at Zhang Ling who was besieged by Japanese soldiers.

"Okay!" Li Yunlong waved his sword and charged into the crowd of Japanese devils, like a tiger descending from the mountain, unstoppable.

"kill!"

When the soldiers of the independent regiment saw Li Yunlong coming, their morale was greatly boosted and they rushed forward with roars.

"Da da da!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Intensive gunfire rang out again. In the brick kiln factory, the soldiers of the independent regiment fought a desperate battle with the Japanese.

"Damn it! The Chinese army's reinforcements are coming, retreat quickly!" When Yoshio Shinozuka saw the reinforcements of the Independent Regiment coming, he knew that the situation was hopeless and quickly ordered a retreat.

"Want to run? Not that easy!" Li Yunlong roared, and led the soldiers of the independent regiment to pursue and kill the Japanese fiercely, forcing them to abandon their weapons and flee in a panic.

The battle in the brick kiln factory lasted until dawn.

The independent regiment won the battle, destroyed Ichiro Yamamoto's transport team, killed Yoshio Shinozuka's adjutant and hundreds of Japanese soldiers, and seized a large number of weapons and ammunition.

However, the independent regiment also paid a heavy price. Zhao Gang died heroically to cover Kong Jie and Zhang Ling's breakout, and many soldiers also shed their blood on the battlefield.

After the battle, Li Yunlong looked at Zhao Gang's body, heartbroken. He looked up to the sky and roared, vowing to avenge Zhao Gang and drive the devils out of China!

Zhang Ling was seriously injured. The bullet penetrated his shoulder and damaged the bone, requiring surgery.

Li Yunlong ordered the soldiers to carry Zhang Ling to the rear hospital and sent a guard to take care of him.

Zhang Ling was lying on the hospital bed, unconscious. He had a dream that he returned to the modern era, to that peaceful era.

In his dream, he saw his parents, his friends, and the girl he had a crush on.

"Xiao Zhang, Xiao Zhang, wake up..."

A familiar voice sounded in Zhang Ling's ears, waking him up from his dream.

Zhang Ling opened his eyes and saw a young soldier in the uniform of the Eighth Route Army standing beside his bed, looking at him with concern.

"You are..." Zhang Ling asked in confusion.

"I'm Wang Ergou, and Captain Li sent me to take care of you." The young soldier said with a smile, "You've been in a coma for three days, and we were worried sick."

"Captain Li? Where is Political Commissar Zhao?" Zhang Ling suddenly thought of Zhao Gang and struggled to sit up.

"Slow down, don't move." Wang Ergou quickly supported Zhang Ling, "Political Commissar Zhao..."

"What's wrong with him?" Zhang Ling looked at Wang Ergou's hesitant expression and suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Political Commissar Zhao...he died..." Wang Ergou said with his head down, his voice choked with sobs.

"What?" Zhang Ling was stunned as if struck by lightning.

He couldn't believe that Political Commissar Zhao, who had fought alongside him and sacrificed his life to save him, had actually sacrificed his life!

"No, it's impossible..." Zhang Ling muttered to himself, "Political Commissar Zhao is so powerful, how could he..."

"Xiao Zhang, don't be too sad. Political Commissar Zhao did this to cover our breakout..." Wang Ergou said, unable to hold back his tears.

As Zhang Ling listened to Wang Ergou's story, the scene of Zhao Gang fighting bravely emerged in his mind. He could no longer control his emotions and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Political Commissar Zhao..."

Zhang Ling howled to the sky, heartbroken.

Kong Jie kicked Yamamoto Ichiro's body away, picked up Zhang Ling who was lying in a pool of blood, and shouted anxiously: "Little brother, how are you?"

Zhang Ling's face was pale, and his lips were bloodless, but he still endured the pain and said intermittently: "I... I'm fine... Go... Go save others..."

Zhao Gang was also moved by Zhang Ling's heroic act. He patted Kong Jie on the shoulder and said, "Old Kong, don't just stand there. Take this little brother to get the wound bandaged first. Leave this to me!"

Kong Jie nodded, hugged Zhang Ling and rushed out.

The battle at the brick kiln factory continued. The Eighth Route Army soldiers fought more and more bravely, while the Japanese were beaten back step by step.

After Ichiro Yamamoto's death, the remaining Japanese devils were leaderless and were quickly wiped out.

After the battle, Kong Jie immediately arranged for Zhang Ling to be sent to a nearby field hospital for treatment.

"Little brother, what's your name?" Kong Jie asked on the way.

"My name is Zhang Ling."

"Zhang Ling, you are very brave and a great guy!" Kong Jie said admiringly.

"I...I just did what I should do." Zhang Ling said weakly.

"You saved the political commissar's life. Our independent regiment will remember this favor!"

"Captain, don't say that, I... I am also an Eighth Route Army soldier..."

Zhang Ling fainted before he could finish his words.

......

In the field hospital, Zhang Ling was lying on the hospital bed with a furrowed brow and a painful expression on his face.

"Doctor, how is he?" Kong Jie asked anxiously.

"The bullet grazed the bone and caused excessive blood loss. He needs to rest for a while," said the doctor.

"That's good, that's good." Kong Jie breathed a sigh of relief.

"Captain, don't worry, I will take good care of him." said a nurse.

"Then trouble you."

Kong Jie left the ward and came to Zhao Gang's ward.

"Old Kong, you're here." Zhao Gang said with a smile when he saw Kong Jie.

"Commissar, how do you feel?"

"Much better. I won't die."

"Political Commissar, this time it was all thanks to that little brother named Zhang Ling. If it weren't for him, I would have lost my life." Kong Jie said with lingering fear.

"I've heard about it too. This young man is really brave. When his injury heals, I will thank him very much," said Zhao Gang.

"I have sent someone to inform his family."

"That's good."

......

Zhang Ling was in a coma for three days and three nights.

During these three days, Kong Jie and Zhao Gang stayed by Zhang Ling's side all the time, never leaving his side.

On the morning of the fourth day, Zhang Ling finally woke up.

"I...where is this?"

"You're awake?" Kong Jie's surprised voice sounded in his ears.

Zhang Ling turned around and saw Kong Jie and Zhao Gang looking at him with concern.

"Captain, Political Commissar..."

"Little brother, don't move. The wound on your shoulder hasn't healed yet." Zhao Gang said hurriedly.

"How long have I been in a coma?"

"Three days."

"Three days..." Zhang Ling muttered to himself, "By the way, how are the devils doing?"

"Don't worry, we have wiped out all the Japanese devils, not a single one escaped!" Kong Jie said with a smile.

"That's good, that's good..." Zhang Ling breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Little brother, how do you feel?" Zhao Gang asked.

"Much better, but the wound still hurts a little."

"The doctor said that you only have a superficial wound and it will heal after some rest."

"That's good."

"By the way, little brother, where do you live? Let us send someone to inform your family." Kong Jie asked.

Zhang Ling's face darkened when he heard this, and he said, "I...I don't have any family anymore..."

"No family?" Kong Jie and Zhao Gang looked at each other and saw a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.

"I was an orphan since I was young, without a father or a mother, wandering around..." Zhang Ling said, his eyes reddened, "Later, I joined the Eighth Route Army and followed the troops to fight the Japanese invaders..."

After hearing this, Kong Jie and Zhao Gang finally understood Zhang Ling's life experience.

"Little brother, you have suffered a lot..." Kong Jie patted Zhang Ling on the shoulder and comforted him.

"Yes, little brother, you should follow our independent regiment from now on. We are all your family!" Zhao Gang also said.

"Really?" Zhang Ling raised his head, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"Of course it's true. I, Kong Jie, keep my word!"

......

The news that Zhang Ling joined the independent regiment quickly spread throughout the army.

When the soldiers learned that Zhang Ling risked his life to block the knife for Zhao Gang in order to save Zhao Gang, they all admired Zhang Ling very much.

After hearing about this, Li Yunlong also praised Zhang Ling and specially sent someone to deliver a banner with eight big characters written on it: "Kill the enemy bravely and sacrifice yourself for others."

Zhang Ling's heroic deeds also inspired every soldier of the independent regiment. In the following battles, they were even more courageous and fearless, and unstoppable...