Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Zhang Ling nodded and said, "Yes, it's him! I know Li Yunlong, and I also know some of his secrets. I can help him fight the Japanese. Do you believe it?"

Li Dashan looked at Zhang Ling's confident expression, half believing and half doubting. Although he was just an ordinary hunter, he had heard of Li Yunlong's name, a well-known anti-Japanese hero. If Zhang Ling really knew Li Yunlong, then he might really have a way to fight the devils.

"Little brother, you didn't lie to me, did you?" Li Dashan still couldn't believe it.

"Uncle Dashan, why would I lie to you?" Zhang Ling said with a smile, "I came here this time just to find Li Yunlong, join the independent regiment, fight against the Japanese and kill the devils!"

Zhang Ling's eyes were firm and his tone was resolute. Li Dashan was infected by his aura and most of the doubts in his heart disappeared. He nodded and said, "Okay! Little brother, I believe you! I can't stand those damn devils either. If you can really join the independent regiment, I will go with you to fight the devils!"

"Uncle Dashan, don't worry, I will never let you down!" Zhang Ling clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with determination.

He comes from the 21st century, is a military enthusiast, and is very familiar with the TV series "Bright Sword". After traveling here, his biggest wish is to join the independent regiment, become a soldier under Li Yunlong, kill the devils on the anti-Japanese battlefield, and defend the country!

He knew that Li Yunlong was a man who loved talents as much as his life. As long as he could show his ability, he would definitely be appreciated by Li Yunlong. And what he had in his mind was the military knowledge for the next few decades, which was a priceless treasure!

"Uncle Dashan, do you know where the independent regiment is now?" Zhang Ling asked.

Li Dashan shook his head and said, "I don't know, but I heard that the independent group often operates in this area. We can ask around."

"Okay! Then I'll have to trouble Uncle Dashan." Zhang Ling said.

In the next few days, Zhang Ling and Li Dashan asked around for news about the Independent Group, but found nothing. The Independent Group's whereabouts were secretive and erratic, so how easy was it to find them?

"Are we just going to give up like this?" Zhang Ling felt a little disappointed.

Just when he was about to give up, a team came from Lijia Village. The team was not large, only about twenty people, wearing tattered military uniforms, but each of them was in high spirits, with pistols on their waists and rifles on their backs. It was obvious at first glance that they were the Eighth Route Army.

Zhang Ling was delighted and hurriedly took Li Dashan to meet them.

"Comrade, are you from the Eighth Route Army?" Zhang Ling asked.

The leading soldier nodded and said, "We are from the Independent Regiment. Who are you?"

"Independent Regiment?" Zhang Ling almost jumped up in excitement. "Were you sent by Captain Li Yunlong?"

The soldier looked Zhang Ling up and down and asked, "Do you know our regiment commander?"

"I know him, I know him!" Zhang Ling said quickly, "My name is Zhang Ling, and I'm a friend of Captain Li Yunlong. I came here this time because I want to join the independent regiment and fight against the Japanese!"

The soldier's eyes flashed with suspicion when he heard this. He looked Zhang Ling up and down and asked, "Are you really our commander's friend?"

"It's absolutely true!" Zhang Ling patted his chest and said, "I still have the token of Captain Li Yunlong!"

As he spoke, Zhang Ling took out a silver dollar from his pocket. This silver dollar was given to him by Li Yunlong, and the word "Yunlong" was engraved on it.

The soldier took the silver dollar, looked at it carefully, and then gave it back to Zhang Ling, saying, "Okay, I believe you, but you have to go back with us and let the commander confirm it in person."

"No problem!" Zhang Ling said excitedly.

He finally found the independent regiment and could finally meet Li Yunlong!

What he doesn't know is that he is about to step into a battlefield filled with flames and smoke, and his fate will also change because of it...

"Surprised? Why should I be surprised? Little brother, your injury hasn't healed yet, so don't talk nonsense!" Li Dashan had a smile on his face, but his eyes were wandering, as if he was hiding something.

"Uncle Dashan, you don't have to hide it from me. I can see that you know where the Eighth Route Army is." Zhang Ling stared at Li Dashan with burning eyes. He believed in his judgment.

Li Dashan was a little scared by Zhang Ling's eyes. He avoided Zhang Ling's gaze and said vaguely: "I... I don't know what you are talking about. I am just a hunter. How would I know where those soldiers are?"

Seeing that Li Dashan refused to tell the truth, Zhang Ling thought to himself, "It seems that Li Dashan has something to hide. I have to find a way to make him speak."

His eyes rolled, and a plan came to his mind. He pretended to be disappointed, sighed and said, "Well, since Uncle Dashan doesn't know, forget it. I originally wanted to join the Eighth Route Army, kill the devils, and avenge my hatred, but it seems there is no hope."

"Revenge?" Hearing this, Li Dashan suddenly raised his head, with a gleam in his eyes, "Little brother, you... you have a grudge against the devils?"

Zhang Ling was secretly delighted to see that Li Dashan had finally taken the bait, but he kept a straight face and pretended to be sad as he said, "Uncle Dashan, you don't know that my whole family was killed by the devils, and I was the only one who escaped. I wanted to join the National Army, but they despised me as a deserter and refused to take me in. I had nowhere to go and could only wander in the mountains. If I hadn't met you, I would have starved to death in the mountains."

Zhang Ling's words were full of tears and half true and half false, and even he almost believed them. Li Dashan was an honest hunter who had never seen such a scene before. He softened his heart for a moment and looked at Zhang Ling with sympathy, saying: "Little brother, don't be sad. I believe you are not a deserter."

"Uncle Dashan, do you really believe me?" A hint of gratitude flashed in Zhang Ling's eyes. He didn't expect Li Dashan to believe him so easily.

"I believe you!" Li Dashan nodded heavily. "Although I have not been educated, I also know that every citizen has a share of responsibility for the fate of a country. The Japanese killed us Chinese, so we can't let them go. Little brother, since you want to fight the Japanese, I will help you!"

"Uncle Dashan, are you really willing to help me?" Zhang Ling said in surprise.

"Of course, you saved my life. You are my benefactor, and my life is yours!" Li Dashan said, patting his chest.

"Uncle Dashan, you are such a good man!" Zhang Ling said with emotion, "But do you really know where the Eighth Route Army is?"

"Yes, of course I know." Li Dashan smiled mysteriously, "There is an Eighth Route Army in our village."

"What? There are Eighth Route Army soldiers in the village?" Zhang Ling asked in surprise, "Who are they?"

"Hush, keep your voice down." Li Dashan looked around vigilantly and said in a low voice, "His name is Li Yunlong, and he is the commander of the Eighth Route Army Independent Regiment."

"Li Yunlong? Independent Regiment?" Zhang Ling was stunned when he heard these two names. He didn't expect that he would travel to the world of "Drawing Sword" and meet Li Yunlong!

"What's the matter? Little brother, have you heard of Li Yunlong?" Li Dashan asked curiously when he saw Zhang Ling's strange expression.

"No... I haven't heard of it." Zhang Ling came back to his senses and quickly shook his head to deny it. He didn't want Li Dashan to know that he came from the future, otherwise he would not be able to explain it clearly.

"Oh, never mind if you haven't heard of it." Li Dashan didn't think much about it. "Little brother, since you want to join the Eighth Route Army, I'll take you to see Captain Li. He will definitely take you in."

"Okay, thank you Uncle Dashan!" Zhang Ling said excitedly. He could finally realize his dream and join the Eighth Route Army to fight against the Japanese and kill the devils!

Li Dashan brought Zhang Ling to a hidden cave in the back mountain of the village, where Li Yunlong and the soldiers of the independent regiment were stationed.

"Old Li, I'll bring someone to you!" Li Dashan shouted into the cave.

"Who is it? Why are you yelling in broad daylight?" A rough voice came from the cave, and then a burly, bearded middle-aged man walked out.

"Captain Li...Captain Li?" Zhang Ling looked at the majestic man in front of him and felt very excited. He didn't expect that he would meet Li Yunlong so soon!

Li Yunlong looked Zhang Ling up and down. Seeing that he was thin, pale, with a bandage on his head, and looked sick, he couldn't help but frown and asked, "Old Li, where did you pick up this sickly person?"

Zhang Ling's words made Li Dashan stunned. He looked up and down at the young man, as if he was meeting him for the first time. After being surprised, a trace of barely perceptible fear flashed across Li Dashan's eyes. He subconsciously took a half step back and said in a low voice: "Little brother, don't say that! The Eighth Route Army is a working group. We ordinary people can't afford to offend them!"

Zhang Ling saw Li Dashan's concerns, he smiled and said: "Uncle Dashan, I know you are worried about me. But my life was saved by the Eighth Route Army, my life belongs to them! I have already thought about it, when my injury is healed, I will join the army, fight the devils, and defend my country!"

Zhang Ling's words were sonorous and powerful, and his eyes were full of determination, which made Li Dashan a little shaken. He sighed and said, "Little brother, I'm not saying anything bad about you. With your small body, what can you do? Life in the Eighth Route Army is not as easy as you think. You have to endure hardships, fight hard, and even lose your head!"

"Uncle Dashan, I am not afraid of hardship or death! My life was saved, and if I die, I will give it back to God!" Zhang Ling stood up, walked in front of Li Dashan, and looked at him with burning eyes, "Uncle Dashan, just tell me where to find the Eighth Route Army nearby!"

Li Dashan looked at Zhang Ling's determined eyes, feeling mixed emotions. He was silent for a moment, but finally gave in, sighed and said, "Hey, kid, you're so stubborn! Forget it, forget it, we're from the same hometown after all! But I have to remind you that the Eighth Route Army is not that easy to find, they are erratic, and they are very strict in examining new recruits, so don't hold out too much hope."