Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

"When will this war end?" Zhang Ling sighed to the sky.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain and when he looked down, he saw a dagger stuck in his chest.

"Who?" Zhang Ling turned around suddenly and saw a familiar face.

"Wang Fugui, is that you?" Zhang Ling looked at the brother in front of him with disbelief, with whom he had once fought side by side.

Wang Fugui showed a ferocious smile on his face: "Zhang Ling, you are too much of a hindrance. Only if you die can I become the head of the 772nd Regiment."

Zhang Ling felt his body becoming weaker and weaker, and the world in front of him began to become blurry.

"Why..." Zhang Ling asked with his last bit of strength.

Wang Fugui sneered: "Why? Because you are blocking my way!"

After saying that, Wang Fugui pulled out the dagger and stabbed it into Zhang Ling's heart again.

Zhang Ling’s eyes went dark and he completely lost consciousness.

......

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Ling slowly opened his eyes.

He found himself lying on a bed in a very unfamiliar environment.

"I, I'm not dead?" Zhang Ling was full of doubts.

He struggled to sit up, but found that his body could not move.

At this time, a doctor in a white coat came over.

"Are you awake?" the doctor asked.

"Where am I?" Zhang Ling asked.

"You are so lucky." The doctor sighed, "You were stabbed twice, one of which pierced your heart. If it were someone else, they would have died long ago."

Zhang Ling was shocked. Two knives, heart? Wang Fugui? Did I go back to before the assassination?

The doctor didn't notice the change in Zhang Ling's expression and continued, "You were in a coma for three days and three nights. We all thought you were beyond saving. Unexpectedly, you miraculously survived."

Zhang Ling was filled with thoughts. Rebirth? Was this another chance God gave me? This time, I would make those who harmed me pay the price!

"Doctor, what time is it now?" Zhang Ling asked.

"It is June 22, 1942," the doctor replied.

The 31st year of the Republic of China? June 22? Zhang Ling was stunned. Wasn't this the day before I was assassinated?

Could it be... that I was reborn?

"What's going on?" Zhang Ling was shocked and immediately made a gesture, signaling the team to stop moving forward.

The soldiers quickly lay down and hid in the darkness. Zhang Ling held his breath and listened carefully to the sounds around him. The barking of dogs was getting closer and closer, mixed with some shouts in Japanese.

"Oh no! It's the Japanese patrol!" Zhang Ling whispered, "It looks like we've been discovered."

"Captain, what should we do now?" asked the guard at the side.

Zhang Ling frowned, thinking quickly about countermeasures. "Notify all companies immediately and prepare for battle!" He gave the order decisively.

"Yes!" The guard took the order and left.

Soon, in the pitch-black night, gunshots suddenly rang out, breaking the tranquility of the night. Like a tiger descending from a mountain, the soldiers of the 772nd Regiment launched a fierce attack on the Japanese patrol.

The Japanese patrol was caught off guard and was caught off guard. They fought back in panic, but the firepower of the 772nd Regiment was too strong for them to resist.

In less than ten minutes, the Japanese patrol was completely wiped out.

"Captain, what should we do now?" asked the guard.

A cold light flashed in Zhang Ling's eyes: "Keep moving forward and attack the Sakata Brigade's base!"

"Yes!"

......

The headquarters of the Sakata Regiment.

Nobutsu Sakata was drinking in his room, celebrating today's small victory.

Suddenly, there was a burst of fierce gunfire outside.

"What's going on?" Sakata Nobutsu was shocked and asked quickly.

"Report to the regiment commander, the remnants of the 772nd Regiment attacked our base." A Japanese officer ran in hurriedly and reported.

"Damn it, didn't we already cripple the 772nd Regiment? How do they still have the ability to attack our base?" Sakata Nobutsu roared angrily.

"We don't know either. They have a large number of people and their firepower is very strong," said the Japanese officer.

"Immediately organize the troops to counterattack and make sure to wipe them out!" Nobutsu Sakata ordered.

"Yes!"

......

The soldiers of the 772nd Regiment poured into the Sakata Regiment’s base like a tide.

Although the Japanese put up a tenacious resistance, the attack of the 772nd Regiment was too fierce and they were unable to resist.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Nobutsu Sakata knew that he had no way to escape.

He pulled out a pistol, pointed it at his head, and prepared to commit suicide.

At this moment, Zhang Ling suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Sakata Nobutsu, your death has come!" Zhang Ling said coldly.

Nobutsu Sakata looked at Zhang Ling with fear in his eyes.

"You...who are you?" he asked tremblingly.

"I am the commander of the 772nd Regiment, Zhang Ling!" Zhang Ling said, "Today, I want to avenge our fallen brothers!"

"Bakayaro!" Sakata Nobutsu roared and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

With a gunshot, Nobutsu Sakata fell to the ground, ending his sinful life.

......

The 772nd Regiment successfully captured the Sakata Regiment’s base and avenged their dead brothers.

The news was passed back to the National Army headquarters, causing a huge shock.

He personally called Zhang Ling and expressed high praise for him.

At the same time, the 772nd Regiment also became a heroic unit in the National Army and was respected by people all over the country.

......

Zhang Ling stood in the former headquarters of the Sakata Regiment, looking at the smoke-filled battlefield outside the window, with mixed feelings in his heart.

He knew that the war was not over yet and he had to continue fighting until all the Japanese invaders were driven out of China.

Suddenly, he felt someone behind him. He turned around and saw a woman in a kimono standing there.

The woman has a graceful figure, beautiful face, and a pair of bright eyes that shine like stars.

She looked at Zhang Ling with complicated eyes and said slowly: "You... are Zhang Ling?"

Zhang Ling looked at her warily and asked, "Who are you?"

The woman smiled and said, "I am...Sakata Nobutsu's daughter, Sakata Yukiko."

Zhang Ling was shocked. He didn't expect to meet Sakata Nobutsu's daughter here.

He looked at Yukiko Sakata, his heart full of doubts and vigilance.

Sakata Yukiko walked up to Zhang Ling, bowed deeply, and said, "Please... kill me!"

Zhang Ling was stunned and didn't understand why Yukiko Sakata said that.

"Why?" he asked.

Yukiko Sakata raised her head and looked at Zhang Ling, her eyes filled with tears.

"My father committed a heinous crime and he deserved to die," she said. "As his daughter, I should also take responsibility."

"I don't want to live in disgrace. Please...give me a quick death!"

Zhang Ling looked at Yukiko Sakata with mixed feelings.

He didn't know how to deal with the woman in front of him.

Kill her?

Although she is the daughter of Nobutsu Sakata, she has not committed any crime.

Not to kill her?

How should he face his dead brothers?

"What's going on?" Zhang Ling was shocked and immediately signaled the team to stop moving forward.

In the silent night, the barking of dogs seemed particularly harsh and abrupt. Zhang Ling held his breath and listened carefully. The barking of dogs came from the left side of the Sakata Brigade's station and was getting closer and closer.

"Oh no! There's a Japanese patrol!" Zhang Ling whispered, "Everyone, take cover!"

The soldiers of the 772nd Regiment quickly dispersed and hid in the surrounding grass and woods.

After a while, a group of Japanese soldiers appeared in the sight of Zhang Ling and his men.

There were about a dozen Japanese soldiers in this team. They were holding Type 38 rifles and leading a few military dogs. They were walking slowly along a path.

"Damn it! These bastards even brought dogs with them." A soldier cursed in a low voice.

"Shh, don't say anything. Wait until they get closer before you take action." Zhang Ling made a gesture to keep quiet.

The Japanese patrol was getting closer and closer, and the military dogs kept sniffing the ground, as if looking for something.

Zhang Ling's heartbeat was getting faster and faster. He held the submachine gun tightly in his hand, ready to fire at any time.

At this moment, one of the military dogs suddenly barked wildly in the direction where Zhang Ling was hiding.

"Baga, what's going on?" the Japanese squad leader scolded.

The barking of the military dog ​​attracted the attention of other Japanese soldiers. They raised their guns and aimed in the direction where Zhang Ling was hiding.

"Exposed!" Zhang Ling secretly thought that this was not good. He knew that there was no way out now.

"Shoot!" Zhang Ling shouted and pulled the trigger first.

"Da da da......"

Flames spurted out from the submachine gun, and bullets rained down on the Japanese patrol.

Other soldiers from the 772nd Regiment also opened fire, and for a moment the sound of gunfire broke the tranquility of the night.

The Japanese patrol was caught off guard and more than half of them fell down in an instant.

The remaining few Japanese soldiers quickly hid and launched a counterattack.

The military dogs were also frightened and ran around in panic, and some even bit their owners.

The battle was extremely fierce and both sides were blood-thirsty.

Zhang Ling held a submachine gun and kept changing positions, looking for opportunities to shoot.

He tried to hit the target with every shot, because he knew that every bullet represented the revenge of a dead brother.

A Japanese soldier poked his head out from behind the cover and wanted to shoot Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling was quick-witted and quick-handed, and shot him in the head with one shot.

"boom!"

The bodies of the Japanese soldiers fell to the ground, and their blood dyed the ground red.

Another Japanese soldier was so frightened when he saw his companion being beaten to death that he turned around and tried to escape.

"Want to run? Not that easy!" Zhang Ling snorted coldly and pulled the trigger at his back.

"Da da da......"

The bullet hit the Japanese soldier's back. He screamed, fell to the ground, and kept twitching.

In less than ten minutes, the Japanese patrol was completely wiped out by the soldiers of the 772nd Regiment.

"Clean up the battlefield and prepare to move forward!" Zhang Ling ordered.

The soldiers quickly cleaned up the battlefield, collected the Japanese weapons and ammunition, and then continued to move towards the Sakata Regiment’s base.

......

Inside the Sakata Regiment's base, Sakata Nobutsu was anxiously waiting for news from the patrol team.

"Why is there no news yet? Did something happen?" Sakata Nobutsu said to himself.

Just then, a Japanese soldier stumbled into the command center.