Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

However, Zhang Ling didn't know that during the three days he was in a coma, some strange changes had occurred in his mind...

Kong Jie quickly stepped forward to support Zhang Ling and asked anxiously, "Little brother, how are you?"

"I'm fine, I won't die..." Zhang Ling grimaced in pain, but still managed to speak.

Seeing that his attack missed, Ichiro Yamamoto wanted to swing his knife at Zhang Ling again, but Kong Jie was quick-witted and kicked him to the ground.

"Damn it, if you dare to hurt my brother, I will kill you!"

Kong Jie roared angrily and raised the Hanyang-style rifle in his hand to kill Yamamoto Ichiro.

"Old Kong, wait!" Zhao Gang hurriedly stopped him.

"Political Commissar, this bastard almost killed you. Are you going to keep him alive for the New Year?" Kong Jie said angrily.

"Lao Kong, have you forgotten? This time we come here to capture him alive!" Zhao Gang reminded.

Kong Jie then realized that their mission this time was to destroy the Japanese bacterial laboratory and capture the bacterial expert. Yamamoto Ichiro could not be killed easily.

"You're lucky!" Kong Jie glared at Yamamoto Ichiro fiercely and said to the soldiers, "Tie him up and take him away!"

"Yes!"

Two soldiers came forward and tied up Ichiro Yamamoto.

"Political Commissar, how is the little brother?" Kong Jie walked to Zhang Ling and asked with concern.

"I'm fine, it's just a superficial wound, it's nothing serious..." Zhang Ling said gritting his teeth.

"He's already injured like this, and you still say it's okay!" Kong Jie said distressedly, "Someone, quickly bandage this little brother's wound!"

A soldier quickly took out a first aid kit and bandaged Zhang Ling's wound.

"Little brother, what's your name? Which part are you from?" Kong Jie asked.

"My name is Zhang Ling. I am not from the army. I fled here with my fellow villagers..."

"Escape? Then why are you here?"

"I......"

Zhang Ling was about to explain when his face suddenly changed. He pointed to a house not far away and said, "Oh no! The Japanese bacteria laboratory is over there!"

When Kong Jie and Zhao Gang heard this, their faces suddenly changed and they hurriedly led the soldiers to rush towards the house.

"boom!"

A gunshot was heard and a soldier fell to the ground.

"There is an ambush!" Kong Jie shouted and hurriedly led the soldiers to find cover.

"Da da da!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Intensive gunfire rang out again, and bullets rained down on Kong Jie and others.

"Damn it, these Japs react pretty quickly!" Kong Jie cursed as he hid behind a wall.

"Old Kong, what should we do now?" Zhao Gang asked.

"What else can we do? Damn it!" Kong Jie gritted his teeth and said, "Squad one, squad two, follow me! Squad three, squad four, provide cover fire!"

"Yes!"

The soldiers responded in unison and rushed towards the house regardless of their own safety.

Zhang Ling also struggled to stand up, but was held back by Kong Jie.

"Little brother, your injury hasn't healed yet, so don't try to be brave. Leave this to us!"

"But......"

"It's nothing, you saved the political commissar's life, and we, the independent regiment, will remember this favor!" Kong Jie patted Zhang Ling on the shoulder and said, "Just stay here and take good care of your injuries. We'll talk about other things when we come back!"

After saying that, Kong Jie rushed into the hail of bullets without looking back.

Zhang Ling looked at Kong Jie's receding back, feeling mixed emotions. He was originally just an ordinary modern youth, but due to an accident he traveled through time and space to this war-torn era.

He witnessed the cruelty of war and also felt the brilliance of human nature.

He knew that he could no longer stay out of it.

He wants to stay and fight alongside these brave warriors to defend his homeland and drive out the invaders!

At this moment, Zhang Ling suddenly felt dizzy, his eyes went dark, and he passed out.

......

When Zhang Ling woke up again, he found himself lying on a simple wooden bed, covered with a thin quilt.

He struggled to sit up, but felt sore and weak all over.

"you're awake?"

A familiar voice sounded in his ears. Zhang Ling turned around and saw Zhao Gang sitting beside the bed, looking at him with a smile.

"political commissar......"

"how do you feel?"

"Much better..." Zhang Ling nodded and asked, "Where is this..."

"This is our secret camp in the mountains. You have been unconscious for two days."

"Two days?" Zhang Ling was surprised. "That brick kiln factory..."

"Don't worry, we have wiped out all the devils in the brick kiln factory, and their bacteria laboratory has also been destroyed by us." Zhao Gang said, "This time it's all thanks to you. If you hadn't reminded us in time, I'm afraid we would have suffered a great loss."

"I......"

Zhang Ling wanted to explain, but didn't know how to say it.

"You don't have to say anything, I know everything." Zhao Gang patted Zhang Ling on the shoulder and said, "You are a good guy, our independent regiment welcomes you!"

"Little brother!" Kong Jie's eyes turned red, he roared, and shot Yamamoto Ichiro with the revolver in his hand.

"boom!"

The bullet hit Ichiro Yamamoto's chest accurately. Yamamoto Ichiro screamed, fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then became motionless.

"Zhang Ling, how are you?" Zhao Gang rushed to Zhang Ling and asked anxiously.

Zhang Ling's face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and blood had dyed half of his body red. He endured the severe pain and said weakly: "I'm fine, Political Commissar, please leave!"

"Leave? Let's go together!" Kong Jie picked up Zhang Ling and said to Zhao Gang, "Political Commissar, you lead the soldiers to retreat first, I will cover you!"

"Lao Kong, you..."

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go!"

Zhao Gang knew that now was not the time to argue. He glanced at the soldiers lying in a pool of blood, gritted his teeth, and led the remaining soldiers to rush out of the brick kiln factory.

"Cover the political commissar's retreat!" Kong Jie roared, and the Mauser pistol in his hand spewed out angry flames, knocking down the Japanese soldiers who rushed up.

Zhang Ling lay on Kong Jie's back, watching Kong Jie fighting bloody battles, his heart was filled with emotion and guilt. He was just an ordinary person from the 21st century, but because of an accident, he traveled to this war-torn era. He wanted to live a peaceful life, but he didn't expect to be involved in this war.

"Little brother, what's your name?" Kong Jie asked while shooting.

"My name is Zhang Ling."

"What a good name! You are so brave, you dare to block the knife for the political commissar!"

"I...I just don't want to see the Commissar get hurt."

"Good job, don't worry, I will definitely get you out safely!"

Kong Jie carried Zhang Ling on his back, rushed left and right, and soon rushed out of the brick kiln factory.

"Captain, we are back!"

At this time, Li Yunlong arrived with the soldiers of the first battalion. Seeing Kong Jie carrying a man on his back, he hurriedly asked, "Old Kong, what's going on?"

"The political commissar is injured, let's retreat first!" Kong Jie didn't have time to explain and ran down the mountain with Zhang Ling.

"Injured? Hurry, carry him to the stretcher!" Li Yunlong quickly called a few soldiers and carried Zhang Ling to the stretcher.

"Lao Kong, you stay here, I'll cover you!" said Li Yunlong.

"No, the political commissar is still in my hands. I have to send him to a safe place myself!" Kong Jie said.

"Old Kong, listen to me. You are already injured. Staying here will only be a burden to us! Don't worry, I will definitely send the political commissar back safely!" Li Yunlong pushed Kong Jie to the side of the stretcher without any explanation, and then led the soldiers of the first battalion to meet the rushing Japanese.

"Old Li!" Kong Jie wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Li Yunlong's roar: "Go!"

Kong Jie knew Li Yunlong's temper, so he could only grit his teeth and run down the mountain with Zhang Ling and the remaining soldiers.

After running all the way, they finally got rid of the enemy's pursuit. Kong Jie found a hidden place for the soldiers to rest while he checked Zhang Ling's injuries.

"Little brother, how are you?" Kong Jie asked.

"I..." Zhang Ling just wanted to speak when he felt a sweetness in his throat and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Oh no, you hurt your lung!" Kong Jie's face changed, and he quickly took out a packet of medicine powder from his arms and sprinkled it on Zhang Ling's wound.

"Captain, what kind of powder is this?" asked a soldier nearby.

"This is the golden wound medicine I got from an old Chinese doctor. It is very effective in stopping bleeding!" said Kong Jie.

When the powder was sprinkled on the wound, Zhang Ling immediately felt a cool sensation on the wound and the pain was relieved a lot.

"Thank you, Captain." Zhang Ling said gratefully.

"What are you thanking me for? You saved the political commissar, so you are the benefactor of our independent regiment!" Kong Jie patted Zhang Ling on the shoulder and said, "You should have a good rest. I will find a doctor to treat your injuries."

After saying that, Kong Jie stood up and said to the soldiers: "You guys take good care of Comrade Zhang Ling here, I'll be back soon!"

"Yes!" the soldiers responded in unison.

Kong Jie turned and left. Not far away, a figure in a black cloak was watching all this coldly...

"Little brother!" Kong Jie's eyes were bloodshot, and he rushed forward and knocked Yamamoto Ichiro away.

Ichiro Yamamoto was knocked unconscious by Kong Jie's blow, and the samurai sword in his hand flew out of his hand and fell to the ground with a clang.

Zhao Gang got up from the ground, ignoring the pain in his body, and hurried to Zhang Ling to check his injuries.

"Little brother, how are you?" Zhao Gang asked with concern.

Zhang Ling's face was pale, his lips were purple, and the wound on his shoulder was still oozing blood.

"Political...Political Commissar..." Zhang Ling shouted with difficulty, his eyes went dark and he fainted.

"Little brother! Little brother!" Zhao Gang panicked when he saw this and quickly called for nearby soldiers to come and help.

"Quick! Carry the little brother back and find a military doctor!"

Two soldiers rushed forward, lifted Zhang Ling up, and ran out of the brick kiln factory.

Kong Jie dealt with Yamamoto Ichiro and rushed over. Seeing Zhang Ling unconscious, he became extremely anxious.

"Commissar, how is the little brother?"

"He lost too much blood and fainted. He needs to be sent back to see a doctor immediately!" Zhao Gang said anxiously.