Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

The soldiers of the independent regiment quickly assembled. Each of them had a determined look on their faces, and their eyes were filled with the belief that they would win.

"Comrades, the enemy we are facing this time is the elite Sakata Regiment of the Japanese Army. Their combat effectiveness is very strong, but we are fearless because we are the Eighth Route Army, the people's soldiers. We have the confidence and ability to completely wipe them out!" Kong Jie stood at the front of the team and said loudly.

"Destroy the Sakata Regiment! Destroy the Sakata Regiment!" The soldiers shouted in unison, their voices shaking the sky.

Kong Jie waved his hand and shouted loudly: "Let's go!"

The soldiers of the independent regiment marched in neat steps towards Lijiaopo. A fierce battle was about to begin.

Zhang Ling felt a black screen before his eyes, a sharp pain in his chest, and then he lost consciousness. When he woke up again, he found himself lying on a simple wooden bed, with a strong smell of herbs lingering in his nose.

"Awake? You're really lucky!" A rough voice sounded beside his ears. Zhang Ling turned his head and saw a big man with a beard sitting beside the bed, holding a bowl of black medicine in his hand.

Zhang Ling tried hard to recall what happened before he fell into a coma. He remembered that he had pushed Zhao Gang away with all his strength, and then he was hit in the chest by a Japanese bullet... Wait, Japanese? Zhao Gang? Wasn't he already dead? How could he appear here again?

"Countryman, where is this? How did I..." Zhang Ling asked weakly, but was interrupted by the big man before he could finish his words.

"You were shot in the chest by the Japanese, but you survived. It was our regiment commander who saved you from the dead. This is the base of the independent regiment, so you can rest and recover." The bearded man said as he handed the medicine bowl to Zhang Ling's mouth, "Here, drink the medicine."

"Independent Regiment?" Zhang Ling was shocked. Did he return to the Anti-Japanese War? But he clearly remembered that he was dead. Could it be... reborn?

Seeing Zhang Ling's shocked expression, the bearded man thought that his injury had not healed yet, so he comforted him: "Don't worry, with our independent regiment here, the Japanese won't dare to set foot on this land!"

Zhang Ling took the medicine bowl, and a bitter taste rushed into his nose. He suppressed his nausea and drank it in one gulp. He now needed to figure out what was going on with him and why he returned to this familiar battlefield.

In the next few days, Zhang Ling learned from the soldiers of the independent regiment that it was now 1940, more than a year had passed since his death, and the reason why he was reborn was entirely because of a mysterious jade pendant.

He found this jade pendant from a Japanese officer before he died. He didn't care about it at the time and just stuffed it into his pocket. Unexpectedly, this jade pendant had magical power and brought him back to the past.

"Since God has given me a chance to live again, I must cherish it and never let history repeat itself!" Zhang Ling clenched his fists, his eyes gleaming with determination. He decided to stay in this era, join the independent regiment, and use his knowledge and experience to contribute to the war of resistance.

He found Kong Jie and Zhao Gang and told them his idea.

"You want to join our independent regiment?" Kong Jie looked Zhang Ling up and down, his eyes full of doubt. "You are so delicate, can you do it?"

Zhao Gang also said: "Comrade Zhang Ling, we understand your feelings, but fighting is no joke. You have not received formal training, and it is too dangerous for you to go to the battlefield."

Zhang Ling knew that they were doing this for his own good, so he said, "Commanders, although I have never been a soldier, I have learned martial arts since I was a child, and I am also good at shooting. Moreover, I am familiar with the war situation in the next few years, and perhaps I can provide some help to the independent regiment."

"Are you familiar with the war situation in the next few years?" Kong Jie and Zhao Gang looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes.

"You didn't lie to us, did you?" Kong Jie looked at Zhang Ling suspiciously.

Zhang Ling knew that now was not the time to explain, so he said, "Two leaders, you will know if I lied or not after you try it."

Zhao Gang pondered for a moment and said, "Old Kong, I don't think this young man is lying. Why don't we let him try in the regiment first?"

"Okay, let him be a communicator first. If he performs well, we will consider letting him go to the battlefield." Kong Jie finally agreed to Zhang Ling's request.

In this way, Zhang Ling officially became a member of the independent regiment. He used his advantage of "foresight" to provide many valuable suggestions to the independent regiment, helping them win one victory after another.

For example, he gave advance warning of the Japanese army's mopping-up plan, allowing the independent regiment to successfully avoid the enemy's encirclement; he also formulated targeted tactics based on the Japanese army's combat characteristics, and inflicted heavy damage on an elite squadron of the Japanese army.

Zhang Ling's outstanding performance won the admiration of all the soldiers of the independent regiment, and also made Kong Jie and Zhao Gang look at him with new eyes. They found that although this young man did not have much practical experience, he had extraordinary wisdom and courage.

"Old Zhao, do you think this guy was sent by God to help us?" Kong Jie couldn't help but sigh as he looked at Zhang Ling who was training in the distance.

"Who knows? Maybe this is God's will." Zhao Gang said with a smile, his eyes full of relief.

However, Zhang Ling did not become arrogant because of his identity as a "reborn person". He knew clearly that the victory of this war would ultimately depend on the bloody battles of thousands of Chinese people. He trained harder and studied various military knowledge, hoping to become a qualified soldier as soon as possible and contribute more to the war of resistance.

Just as Zhang Ling gradually adapted to the life of the independent regiment and was ready to show his talents, a sudden piece of news broke the peace...

Kong Jie frowned. Sakata Regiment was a tough nut to crack. He knew that the Independent Regiment would be in danger in this battle. But military orders were as firm as a mountain. Even if Kong Jie had to fight to the death, he had to teach Sakata the old devil a lesson!

"Old Li, we've run into a tough opponent this time. The Sakata Corps is no pushover!" Kong Jie took a deep puff of his cigarette and said to Li Yunlong beside him.

Li Yunlong flicked the ash off his cigarette and curled his lips in disdain: "What's there to be afraid of? When I attacked Ping'an County, there were even more Japanese devils than this! What's there to be afraid of? Just do it!"

Kong Jie glared at him and said, "You kid, you just do things recklessly! This time is different. This old devil Sakata is very cunning. We have to think of a foolproof plan!"

"Then tell me, how do we fight?" Li Yunlong also put away his contempt. He knew that Kong Jie was not the kind of person who liked to boost others' morale and destroy his own prestige. Since he said so, the Sakata Brigade must be quite capable.

"Old Li, I remember that you used a trick called 'earthwork' to destroy the headquarters of the Sakata Brigade in Cangyun Ridge. How about we use the same trick again this time?" A hint of cunning flashed in Kong Jie's eyes.

When Li Yunlong heard this, he immediately became excited and slapped his thigh: "Good idea! I like this kind of direct attack style! Damn it, let's let that old guy Sakata have a taste of our power again!"

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As night fell, Lijiaopo was enveloped in a tense atmosphere. The soldiers of the independent regiment lay in ambush on the battlefield, waiting for the battle to begin.

Zhang Ling's mood was very complicated at this time. He was originally just an ordinary history student, but because of an accident, he traveled to this war-torn era and became a new soldier in the independent regiment.

He witnessed the cruelty of war and felt the bravery of the soldiers. He thought that as an ordinary person, it would be enough to do his part in this war. However, fate played a joke on him.

During a battle, he was shot in the chest while trying to save Zhao Gang and died on the spot.

However, when he opened his eyes again, he found himself back at the funeral. He clearly felt the pain in his chest, the feeling of death, which he would never forget.

"I... am still alive?" Zhang Ling murmured to himself in disbelief.

Looking at the familiar environment around him and listening to the soldiers' low cries, he finally confirmed that he was truly reborn!

This time, he secretly vowed that he would never let the tragedy happen again! He would use his knowledge and everything he had to change history and protect the heroes who fought bloody battles for national liberation!

"Little brother, rest in peace. We will definitely avenge you!" Kong Jie's voice rang in his ears, and Zhang Ling suddenly came back to his senses.

He saw Kong Jie standing in front of his tombstone with a solemn expression and eyes full of sadness and anger.

"Captain..." Zhang Ling couldn't help but speak. He wanted to tell Kong Jie that he was still alive and wanted to tell him that he was willing to fight side by side with them to eliminate those invaders!

However, his throat seemed to be blocked by something and he could not make any sound.

"Xiao Zhang, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Gang, who was standing by, noticed something was wrong with Zhang Ling and asked with concern.

Zhang Ling opened his mouth, but still no sound came out. He could only watch Kong Jie turn and leave, his heart filled with distress and anxiety.

Why? Why can't I speak? Is this the price of rebirth? Zhang Ling cried out in despair in his heart.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a powerful force surging from deep within his body. A white light flashed through his mind, and then a sharp pain swept through his body...

Zhang Ling only felt a flash of white light before his eyes, and his consciousness fell into chaos. When he woke up again, he found himself lying on a simple wooden bed, covered with a coarse quilt, and a faint smell of herbs lingered in his nose.

"Awake, awake!" A surprised voice sounded, Zhang Ling tried to open his eyes, and a middle-aged man in coarse clothes and dark face was looking at him with concern. "Little brother, you have been in a coma for two days and two nights, and we were so worried!"