Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Zhang Ling's head was still a little dizzy. He looked around and found himself in a simple adobe house. Apart from the bed he was lying on, there was only a table and a few chairs in the room.

"Where is this? Who are you?" Zhang Ling struggled to sit up, but found that his whole body was sore and he couldn't use any strength.

"Don't move, don't move. Your injury hasn't healed yet." The man hurried forward to support Zhang Ling. "This is Lijia Village. I'm Li Dazhuang, a hunter in the village. We were hunting in the mountains a few days ago and found you unconscious at the foot of the mountain, so we rescued you."

Lijia Village? Zhang Ling tried hard to recall. He remembered that he was clearly on the battlefield, and was hit by the Japanese machine gun while trying to save Political Commissar Zhao Gang. Could it be that... he was not dead?

"Little brother, what happened to you? Why did you fall into a coma in the mountains? Where do you live? We can send you back." Seeing that Zhang Ling didn't speak, Li Dazhuang thought he had lost his memory, so he asked with concern.

"I..." Zhang Ling opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. His current identity was very embarrassing. He was originally a special forces soldier in the 21st century. During a mission, he traveled to the Anti-Japanese War era and became a soldier of the Eighth Route Army.

He wanted to make great achievements in this era, kill the devils and serve the country, but he didn't expect that he would be seriously injured while saving Political Commissar Zhao Gang before he could show his strength. He clearly remembered that he was dead, but now he is alive again. What happened?

"Brother Li, I'm fine, I just can't remember a few things from the past." Zhang Ling decided to conceal his true identity until he figured out the current situation.

"That's good, that's good." Li Dazhuang smiled honestly, "You should have a good rest. I'll go make you some porridge."

Li Dazhuang turned around and left. Zhang Ling lay on the bed, thinking about everything. He didn't know why he traveled through time, nor did he know where he should go in this era.

The only thing he knew was that he couldn't die in vain. He still had to kill the Japanese, avenge his country, and complete his unfinished mission!

Just as Zhang Ling's thoughts were surging, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, and then Li Dazhuang's voice was heard outside the door: "Brother Zhang, you are awake? Great! Come out quickly, Captain Kong and Political Commissar Zhao are here to see you!"

Zhang Ling was immediately excited when he heard this. Kong Jie and Zhao Gang? Why did they come here? Did they know that he was still alive?

Zhang Ling quickly struggled to get up from the bed. Li Dazhuang hurried in to help him, and the two walked out of the room together.

As soon as he walked out of the room, Zhang Ling saw two familiar figures standing in the yard, they were Kong Jie and Zhao Gang.

"Old Kong, see, I told you this kid is lucky and won't die!" When Zhao Gang saw Zhang Ling, he was immediately surprised. He took two steps forward and patted Zhang Ling's shoulder hard.

"You kid, you made us so worried!" Kong Jie also came over, his eyes full of concern, "We have been looking for you for the past two days you were unconscious. If Li Dazhuang hadn't said he had saved you in the mountains, we wouldn't have known where to find you."

Zhang Ling looked at the two familiar faces in front of him, with mixed feelings in his heart. He didn't expect that he would be able to see them again after escaping death.

"Commander, Political Commissar, I..." Zhang Ling was about to speak when he suddenly felt dizzy, his eyes went dark, and he fainted again.

"Zhang Ling! Zhang Ling!" Kong Jie and Zhao Gang were shocked when they saw this. They quickly supported Zhang Ling and called his name anxiously...

"Lijiaopo? Why is it Lijiaopo again!" Kong Jie slammed the telegram on the table fiercely, his tone full of annoyance, "Are these devils dog-nosed? As soon as we got here, they chased us!"

Zhao Gang took the telegram and frowned: "Lao Kong, you have also seen the order of the brigade commander. Lijiaopo is the main traffic route for several nearby villages. If we can't defend it, the Japanese will be able to march straight in, and then the people will suffer!"

"Damn it, these beasts only know how to bully ordinary people!" Kong Jie gritted his teeth in anger, "I must teach them a lesson this time!"

"But Lao Kong, the Sakata Corps is not a pushover. We just experienced a fierce battle, and our ammunition and supplies have not yet caught up..." Zhao Gang was rudely interrupted by Kong Jie before he could finish his words.

"What's there to be afraid of? I've never been a coward in a war! If we don't have enough ammunition, we can just rob the enemy! Pass on my order, everyone, target Lijiaopo, run!"

The soldiers of the independent regiment were all veterans who had experienced many battles. After hearing the order, they immediately took action and quickly got ready.

At this time, on a hill not far from Lijiaopo, a figure was watching all this quietly.

He is Zhang Ling.

"I didn't expect that I would still be alive..." Zhang Ling murmured to himself, with a hint of disbelief in his tone.

When the bullet hit his chest, Zhang Ling was ready to die. But when he woke up again, he found himself lying in an unfamiliar environment.

This was a simple cave with only a worn-out wooden bed and some simple furniture. Zhang Ling struggled to sit up and looked around, his heart full of doubts.

"Where is this place? Why am I here?"

Just then, an old voice came from outside the cave.

"you're awake?"

Zhang Ling turned his head and saw an old man with gray hair and wearing coarse linen clothes standing at the entrance of the cave, looking at him with a smile.

"Old man, where is this place? Why am I here?" Zhang Ling asked weakly.

"This is Langya Mountain. My name is Old Man Li, and I'm a hunter on this mountain. Yesterday when I went up the mountain to hunt, I found you fainted at the foot of the mountain, so I rescued you." The old man said kindly.

"Langya Mountain? Old Man Li?" Zhang Ling tried hard to recall, but he couldn't remember any connection between himself and these two names.

"Young man, don't think about it. You are seriously injured. Take a good rest first." Old man Li said, and walked over with a bowl of steaming porridge. "Come, drink some porridge to warm your body."

Zhang Ling took the bowl of porridge and drank it in big gulps. After drinking the hot porridge, he felt that his body had regained a lot of strength.

"Thank you, old man Li."

"What are you thanking me for? Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda." Old man Li waved his hand and said, "Young man, you haven't told me your name yet."

"My name is..." Zhang Ling was about to say his name, but suddenly froze.

who is he?

He only remembered that his name was Zhang Ling, but he could not remember his past, his family, or even where he came from.

He is like a rootless duckweed, drifting in this troubled world.

"I..." Zhang Ling opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

Old Man Li seemed to see his difficulty and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter. If you can't remember it, just think about it slowly. You will remember it one day."

Under the careful care of Old Man Li, Zhang Ling's health improved day by day. He helped Old Man Li with hunting, chopping wood, and cooking, and his life was quite peaceful.

However, the peaceful life did not last long.

On this day, Zhang Ling was chopping wood in the mountains when he suddenly heard bursts of fierce gunfire coming from afar.

He was startled and quickly put down the hatchet in his hand and ran towards the direction where the gunshots came from.

When he ran to the top of the mountain, the scene before him made him tear his eyes out.

At the foot of the mountain, a well-equipped Japanese army unit was crazily firing at a village.

The village was filled with burning houses, villagers crying and running for their lives, and corpses lying in pools of blood.

"Beasts! You beasts!"

Zhang Ling roared, raised the hatchet in his hand, and rushed down the mountain.

"Young man, don't be impulsive! They are the Japanese army. If you rush down alone, you will be seeking your death!" Seeing this, Old Man Li hurriedly grabbed Zhang Ling and anxiously dissuaded him.

"Old man Li, I can't just watch them slaughter my compatriots!" Zhang Ling shook off Old Man Li's arm and shouted with red eyes.

"But......"

"No buts! Old man Li, you don't need to persuade me anymore, I have made up my mind!"

After Zhang Ling finished speaking, he rushed down the mountain without looking back.

"Young man! Come back!" Old man Li stamped his feet anxiously, but there was nothing he could do.

Zhang Ling ran all the way and soon reached the village entrance.

"Da da da......"

A volley of bullets came towards him, and Zhang Ling quickly dodged. The bullets hit the tree trunk behind him, and wood chips flew everywhere.

"Baga! Who is that?"

A Japanese officer discovered Zhang Ling and became furious, pointing at him and cursing at him.

Zhang Ling ignored him and picked up a stone from the ground and smashed it hard at the Japanese officer.

"boom!"

The stone hit the Japanese officer's head accurately, and blood immediately gushed out.

"what!"

The Japanese officer screamed and fell to the ground.

"kill!"

Zhang Ling roared, waving the hatchet in his hand, and rushed towards the Japanese soldiers.

"Baga! Kill him!"

Seeing this, the Japanese soldiers raised their guns and shot at Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling dodged left and right, nimbly avoiding the bullets. At the same time, the hatchet in his hand was not idle, constantly reaping the lives of the Japanese.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

......

Blood splattered and screams rang out one after another.

However, two fists cannot beat four hands, and a hero cannot defeat a large number of people.

Although Zhang Ling tried his best, he was outnumbered and soon suffered multiple injuries.

"Da da da......"

At this moment, a burst of intensive machine gun fire rang out, and a large number of Japanese soldiers who were besieging Zhang Ling were immediately swept down.

Zhang Ling looked up and saw a group of Eighth Route Army soldiers rushing towards them from a distance.

The leader was a burly man holding a Czech light machine gun. He was the commander of the independent regiment, Kong Jie!

"Little devil, your grandfather is here!"

Kong Jie roared, and the machine gun in his hand spewed out angry flames, killing all the remaining Japanese soldiers.