Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Zhang Ling was delighted when he heard this, and quickly asked, "Uncle Dashan, just tell me. I promise I won't cause you any trouble!"

Li Dashan looked at the sky and said in a low voice, "I heard that there is an Eighth Route Army unit in Heiyun Village, not far from here. It seems to be called...Independent Regiment?"

"Independent Regiment?!" Zhang Ling's heart was shocked. He was too familiar with this name! Wasn't Li Yunlong's unit in "Bright Sword" the Independent Regiment?

"Could it be...I really traveled to the world of "Drawing Sword"?" Zhang Ling was very excited. He suppressed his excitement and continued to ask: "Uncle Dashan, is what you said true?"

Li Dashan nodded and said, "It's absolutely true! However, I also heard it from others, so I can't guarantee whether it is true or not. Moreover, the Black Cloud Village is a place with high mountains and dangerous roads. It is easy to defend but difficult to attack. It has always been a place occupied by bandits. I don't know how this Eighth Route Army team got in."

Zhang Ling had already made up his mind after hearing this. He decided to go to Heiyun Village to explore the way. If he could find the independent regiment, that would be great!

"Uncle Dashan, thank you for telling me this. Don't worry, I will be careful!" Zhang Ling said gratefully.

"Hey, kid, I've already told you, don't call me Uncle Dashan. I'm only a few years older than you, just call me Brother Dashan!" Li Dashan waved his hand and said, "Be careful. If you encounter danger, run away quickly, don't fight!"

"I understand, Brother Dashan!" Zhang Ling nodded. He knew that Li Dashan really cared about him, and he couldn't help feeling touched.

That night, Zhang Ling lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. His mind was full of the Independent Regiment, Li Yunlong, and Chu Yunfei...

"It would be great if I could really join the Independent Regiment! I must become a hero like Li Yunlong, who can fight and knows how to fight!" Zhang Ling made up his mind secretly. He decided to set out early tomorrow morning to go to Heiyun Village to find the Independent Regiment!

The next morning, Zhang Ling got up at daybreak, said goodbye to Li Dashan, picked up his simple bag, and headed towards Heiyun Village.

Heiyun Village is located in the northwest of Lijia Village, about 30 miles away from the mountainous area, with high mountains, dense forests and rugged roads. Zhang Ling walked and stopped along the way, admiring the scenery along the way while carefully observing the surrounding environment.

After walking for about half a day, Zhang Ling came to the entrance of a valley. He saw towering peaks on both sides and only a narrow mountain road in the middle.

This mountain road is the only way to Heiyun Village.

Zhang Ling looked at Li Dashan with a firm gaze, "Uncle Dashan, I want to join the Eighth Route Army and fight the devils!"

Li Dashan was stunned for a moment, then lowered his voice with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "Little brother, this is not a joke. The Eighth Route Army? You can add them whenever you want? They all have weapons in their hands, you..."

He looked Zhang Ling up and down. His thin body and pale face made him look like he could be blown down by a gust of wind. There was a look of mockery in his eyes.

Zhang Ling naturally understood what Li Dashan meant. In his current state, he probably couldn't even hold a gun steadily, let alone fight the Japanese. But he was holding back a strong desire in his heart, a desire to change his fate and live a decent life in this era.

"Uncle Dashan, although I am still weak now, I learn quickly. As long as you tell me where the Eighth Route Army is, I will definitely join them, fight the Japanese, and defend our country!" Zhang Ling's tone was firm and his eyes were burning, as if a flame was burning.

Li Dashan looked at Zhang Ling, was silent for a moment, and sighed, "Little brother, it's not that I don't want to tell you, it's really... Hey, come with me."

He turned and walked towards the house. Seeing this, Zhang Ling hurriedly followed him.

Li Dashan dragged out a wooden box from under the bed. When he opened it, he found some old military uniforms and a Hanyang rifle inside.

Zhang Ling's breathing suddenly became rapid when he looked at these things. He knew what these things represented.

"This... this is..." Zhang Ling pointed at the box, his voice trembling with excitement.

Li Dashan picked up a military uniform and stroked it gently, with a flash of reminiscence in his eyes, "This is my eldest brother's. He used to be a member of the Eighth Route Army, and later..."

He paused and did not continue, but Zhang Ling had already guessed the ending. In this war-torn era, separation and death are commonplace, and no one knows which will come first, tomorrow or an accident.

"When he left, he asked me to take good care of you, saying that you were his savior..." Li Dashan looked at Zhang Ling with a hint of complicated emotions in his eyes, "He said that you look a lot like someone, a regiment commander named Li Yunlong."

"Li Yunlong?!" Zhang Ling was shocked. This name was very familiar to him. Isn't he the protagonist in "Drawing Sword"?

Could it be...

"What's your brother's name?" Zhang Ling asked impatiently.

"Li Dazhuang."

Zhang Ling was stunned. Li Dazhuang? He seemed to have some impression of this name. Was he a supporting role in "Bright Sword"?

Seeing Zhang Ling's puzzled expression, Li Dashan thought he didn't believe it, so he took out a photo from the box and handed it to Zhang Ling.

"This is a photo of me and my elder brother, take a look."

Zhang Ling took the photo and looked at it carefully. Both of them were wearing the uniforms of the Eighth Route Army. One of them was a burly man with thick eyebrows, big eyes and a full beard. He looked like a rough man. The other was relatively thin, but his eyes were very firm and he had a cynical smile on his face.

"Who is this..." Zhang Ling pointed at the thin Eighth Route Army soldier in the photo and asked.

"This is my eldest brother, Li Dazhuang."

Zhang Ling’s eyes widened immediately. The person in the photo was none other than the protagonist of “Drawing Sword” - Li Yunlong!

"Your eldest brother... is really Li Yunlong?!" Zhang Ling asked in disbelief. He never thought that he would travel to the world of "Drawing Sword" and meet Li Yunlong's younger brother!

Li Dashan nodded, "Yes, he is Li Yunlong, the leader of the independent regiment."

Zhang Ling suddenly felt his blood boiling. He grabbed Li Dashan's shoulders and said excitedly: "Uncle Dashan, take me to find your brother. I want to join the independent regiment and fight the devils!"

Li Dashan looked at Zhang Ling with complicated eyes. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

"Uncle Dashan, don't worry, I won't cause you any trouble. I will work hard to become a qualified Eighth Route Army soldier and avenge your elder brother!" Zhang Ling thought that Li Dashan was worried that he would hold him back, so he patted his chest and promised.

Li Dashan sighed, "Little brother, it's not that I don't want you to go, but...my elder brother...has already died."

"What?!" Zhang Ling was stunned as if struck by lightning.

Zhang Ling stood there in a daze as if struck by lightning, his mind was blank. Li Yunlong, the iron-blooded soldier who was so cheerful and confident in commanding and daring to draw his sword on TV, the hero who was like a god of war in his heart, had actually died?

"How could this happen... How could this happen..." Zhang Ling murmured to himself, his eyes filled with disbelief and grief.

Li Dashan felt sad when he saw Zhang Ling like this. He patted Zhang Ling on the shoulder and comforted him, "My little brother, please accept my condolences. My elder brother was also a hero when he passed away. He..."

"Hero? Bullshit hero!" Zhang Ling suddenly became furious. He pushed Li Dashan away and shouted with red eyes, "If he was a hero, how could he die? If he was a hero, how could he leave you, his brother, to live alone? If he was a hero, how could he let me travel through time and not even see him?!"

Li Dashan was startled by Zhang Ling's sudden anger. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing. He understood Zhang Ling's mood at the moment, and if it were him, he would probably feel the same way.

Zhang Ling vented his anger and gradually calmed down. He looked at Li Dashan with guilt in his eyes, "Uncle Dashan, I'm sorry, I..."

"It's okay, I understand." Li Dashan shook his head to indicate that he didn't mind.

"Uncle Dashan, tell me, how did your eldest brother die?" Zhang Ling took a deep breath and asked.

Li Dashan was silent for a moment before he slowly spoke: "My eldest brother died last winter. At that time, the Japanese launched a large-scale sweep of the base area. Our independent regiment was ordered to stop the enemy and cover the transfer of the villagers."

"That battle was very fierce. Although our independent regiment fought desperately, we were outnumbered and were finally surrounded by the devils in Lijiaopo."

"My eldest brother... stayed behind alone to cover me and other soldiers' breakout, and finally..."

At this point, Li Dashan's voice was choked with sobs and he could no longer speak.

Zhang Ling could imagine how fierce the battle was and how brave and fearless Li Yunlong was. How tragic and heroic it must have been for him to face the enemies surging like a tide alone with only a gun!

"Damn Japs!" Zhang Ling said gritting his teeth, his eyes filled with flames of hatred.

Li Dashan wiped the tears from his eyes and continued, "After my elder brother died, his body was taken away by the devils and his whereabouts are still unknown."

"What? The devils took away Captain Li's body?" Zhang Ling was furious when he heard this. "These beasts!"

He knew that the Japanese had always held a grudge against the Eighth Route Army, especially against an excellent commander like Li Yunlong. They definitely had no good intentions in taking away Li Yunlong's body!

"Uncle Dashan, do you know where the Japanese took Captain Li's body?" Zhang Ling asked.

Li Dashan shook his head. "I don't know about this either, but I heard that the Japanese built a shrine in Ping'an County to worship their so-called 'God of War'. I suspect..."