Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

"Comrade, are you okay?"

After the battle, Kong Jie walked up to Zhang Ling and asked with concern.

"I'm fine." Zhang Ling shook his head and was about to speak, but suddenly his eyes went dark and he fainted on the ground.

"Little brother! Little brother!"

......

Kong Jie stared at the map. The terrain of Lijiapo was like a monster with its mouth wide open, facing the direction of the independent regiment. The Bantian regiment chose this place, obviously wanting to swallow them up in one bite.

"Captain, Lijiaopo is easy to defend but difficult to attack, and the Japanese occupy the advantageous terrain. This battle will be difficult to fight!" Zhao Gang frowned, looking worried.

Kong Jie took a deep puff of his cigarette and blew out a few smoke rings. "Damn it, the Japanese want to eat me up, and they are not afraid of losing their teeth! Pass my order, the first battalion will feint attack from the front to attract Sakata's main force, and the second and third battalions will encircle from both wings and try to take Lijiapo in one fell swoop!"

"Yes!" Zhao Gang saluted and turned to convey the order.

The soldiers of the independent regiment launched a fierce attack on Lijiapo like a tiger descending from the mountain. The deafening sound of gunfire, artillery fire, and shouts of killing intertwined into a tragic war symphony.

However, the Sakata Regiment was worthy of being the elite of the Japanese Army. Facing the attack of the Independent Regiment, they relied on favorable terrain and powerful firepower to put up a tenacious resistance. The battle was extremely fierce, and both sides suffered heavy casualties.

"Baga! Are these Eighth Route Army soldiers crazy? How can they have such strong combat power?" Sakata shouted angrily as he watched the Eighth Route Army soldiers approaching him.

"Sir, the firepower of the Eighth Route Army is too strong. We can't hold our position any longer!" a Japanese officer shouted in panic.

"Order the troops to hold on at all costs! You must hold on!" Sakata roared at the top of his lungs.

At this moment, a signalman stumbled into the headquarters, "Report to the commander, we...we are surrounded!"

"What?!" Sakata was horrified and grabbed the signalman by the collar. "What did you say? We are surrounded? How is this possible?!"

"Report to the regiment commander, the Eighth Route Army has encircled us from both wings and has now cut off our retreat. We...we are surrounded!" The signalman's voice was trembling, and he was obviously frightened.

Sakata felt his eyes go dark and he almost fainted. He never expected that the position he carefully selected would become a tomb.

"Baka! What a bunch of cunning bastards!" Sakata cursed with gritted teeth.

"Sir, Captain, what should we do now?" asked a Japanese officer.

"What else can we do? Break out! Order the troops to fight their way out for me at all costs!" Sakata roared in despair.

However, it was too late. Soldiers from the independent regiment had already rushed up from all directions and surrounded the Sakata regiment.

"Kill! Destroy the Sakata Unit! Avenge our dead brothers!"

"Charge! Independent Regiment, charge!"

The soldiers of the independent regiment rushed to Lijiaopo like a tide and fought a desperate battle with the Sakata Regiment.

......

The fierce battle lasted for a whole day and night. Lijiapo was littered with corpses and blood flowed like a river. In the end, the Sakata regiment was completely wiped out, and no one was spared. Sakata himself was also shot to death, ending his sinful life.

Although the Independent Regiment achieved the ultimate victory, it also paid a heavy price, and many soldiers fell forever on this land.

After the battle, Kong Jie and Zhao Gang stood on the top of Lijiaopo Mountain, looking at the devastated battlefield, speechless for a long time.

"Lao Kong, we won..." Zhao Gang's voice was a little hoarse.

"Yes, we won..." Kong Jie nodded, but there was no trace of joy of victory on his face. Instead, it was full of sadness and heaviness.

"Old Kong, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Gang noticed Kong Jie's abnormality and asked with concern.

"Old Zhao, do you still remember Zhang Ling?" Kong Jie suddenly asked.

"Zhang Ling? You mean..." Zhao Gang's face also became solemn.

"Yes, it's him, the young man who sacrificed himself to save me." Kong Jie's voice was a little choked.

"Lao Kong, you mean..."

"I want to say that although we won this battle, we also lost a lot, a lot..." Kong Jie's voice became lower and lower, and finally almost inaudible.

Zhao Gang patted Kong Jie on the shoulder without saying anything. He knew that what Kong Jie needed now was silence.

At this moment, a messenger came running over in a hurry, "Report to the regiment commander, the brigade commander called and said there was an emergency and asked you to return to the headquarters immediately!"

"Emergency? What emergency?" Kong Jie asked puzzledly.

"This...the brigade commander didn't say." The communicator shook his head.

Kong Jie and Zhao Gang looked at each other and saw a hint of uneasiness in each other's eyes.

"Let's go back and take a look!"

The two hurried back to the headquarters with full of doubts.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Brigade Commander Li Yunlong sitting on a chair with a sullen face and not saying a word.

"Brigade Commander, what happened?" Kong Jie asked.

Li Yunlong raised his head, looked at Kong Jie, and said word by word: "Headquarters just received news that Zhang Ling... is still alive!"

Zhang Ling opened his eyes suddenly, and the dazzling sunlight made him squint uncomfortably. What happened? Didn't I already...? He struggled to sit up, but found himself lying on a simple wooden bed, covered with a coarse cloth quilt. There were adobe houses all around, with some sundries piled in the corners, and the air was filled with a strong smell of herbs.

"Are you awake?" A rough voice sounded, Zhang Ling turned around and saw a tall middle-aged man walking over with a bowl of medicine. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, a square face, and a kind smile on his face, but it couldn't hide the vicissitudes of life in his eyes.

"Where is this? Who am I? Why am I here?" Zhang Ling asked a series of questions, but found that his voice was hoarse and weak, as if he had not spoken for a long time.

"You kid, your head was hit by shrapnel, you forgot everything?" The man handed the medicine bowl to Zhang Ling, "Drink the medicine first, I will tell you slowly after you finish the medicine."

Zhang Ling took the bowl of medicine, a bitter taste rushed into his nose, he frowned and drank the medicine in one gulp.

"My name is Li Dashan, and I'm a hunter from a nearby village. A few days ago, I was hunting in the mountains and found you unconscious in a ravine, so I rescued you." Li Dashan looked at Zhang Ling, a trace of worry flashing in his eyes, "Your injuries are not light. If I didn't know a little about herbal medicine, you would have died long ago..."

Zhang Ling listened to Li Dashan's words while trying to recall, but his mind was blank. He couldn't remember anything except his own name. He tried to recall what happened before he fell into a coma, but he only remembered the deafening sound of artillery fire and the shouts of his comrades who fought desperately...

"Could it be... that I have traveled through time?" Zhang Ling thought to himself. He had read many time-travel novels before and was not unfamiliar with time-travel.

"Little brother, little brother, what are you thinking about?" Li Dashan saw Zhang Ling in a daze and thought he was still having a headache, so he asked with concern.

"It's nothing, Uncle Dashan, I'm fine." Zhang Ling shook his head. He decided to figure out where he had traveled to before making any plans.

"That's good, that's good." Li Dashan was relieved to see that Zhang Ling was in good spirits. "You should have a good rest. I'll get you something to eat."

After Li Dashan left, Zhang Ling carefully observed the surrounding environment. Judging from the furnishings in the house and Li Dashan's clothes, he should have traveled back to the Anti-Japanese War period.

"The Anti-Japanese War period? Wouldn't that mean..." Zhang Ling was delighted. He remembered a TV series he had watched called "Drawing Sword". The characters in the TV series were distinctive and the plot was full of ups and downs, which left a deep impression on him.

"It would be so cool if I could travel to the world of "Drawing Sword"!" Zhang Ling thought to himself. He once fantasized about becoming an anti-Japanese hero like Li Yunlong and Chu Yunfei, killing devils on the battlefield and defending his country.

"I don't know where I am now or how far I am from the Independent Regiment?" Zhang Ling said to himself. He decided that after his injury healed, he would go find the Independent Regiment, join the Eighth Route Army, fight against the Japanese and kill the devils.

In the next few days, Zhang Ling's condition gradually improved under Li Dashan's care. During the chat with Li Dashan, Zhang Ling also gained some understanding of this world.

The place where he lived was called Lijia Village, located in Shanxi Province, not far from the county town occupied by the Japanese army. The Japanese often came to raid. The villagers of Lijia Village lived in dire straits and lived a precarious life.

"Little brother, the wound on your head hasn't healed yet, so don't move around." Li Dashan saw Zhang Ling exercising in the yard and hurried over to stop him.

"Uncle Dashan, I'm fine now." Zhang Ling said with a smile. His body has almost recovered now, but there are still some fragmented memories in his head that make him feel very confused.

"Don't be careless even if it's okay. I'll get you something to eat. Just stay in the yard." After saying this, Li Dashan went to the kitchen.

Zhang Ling felt warm in his heart as he watched Li Dashan busying around. Although Li Dashan was just an ordinary hunter, he took care of him like a family member, making him feel warm in this strange world.

"Uncle Dashan, thank you for saving me." Zhang Ling said sincerely.

"Why thank me? It's all my duty." Li Dashan waved his hand. "We mountain people value loyalty the most. When we see someone getting hurt, how can we just stand by and watch him die?"

"By the way, Uncle Dashan, do you know that there are Eighth Route Army nearby?" Zhang Ling asked. He has decided to join the Eighth Route Army to fight against the Japanese and kill the devils.

"Eighth Route Army?" Li Dashan was stunned for a moment, then looked around vigilantly and said in a low voice, "Little brother, why are you asking this?"

"I want to join the Eighth Route Army and fight the Japanese!" Zhang Ling said in a firm tone.

Hearing this, Li Dashan suddenly looked up at Zhang Ling, with a hint of surprise and...

Zhang Ling looked at Li Dashan with a firm gaze, not flinching at all. "Uncle Dashan, I want to join the Eighth Route Army and fight the Japanese! I'm not kidding!"