Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Zhang Ling nodded and did not deny it.

Chu Yunfei was immediately filled with respect and quickly bowed, saying, "I've heard a lot about you! I didn't expect to see Captain Zhang here!"

"General Chu, you are too kind." Zhang Ling said modestly, "Now we are all prisoners, so we don't need to care about these false reputations."

"Captain Zhang, you are wrong!" Chu Yunfei said solemnly, "Even if we are imprisoned, we are still soldiers! As long as we have breath left, we must always be ready to serve the country!"

Zhang Ling secretly admired Chu Yunfei's words, and at the same time he became more curious about his identity.

"General Chu, please forgive me for being so presumptuous, but how...how did you get captured?"

Chu Yunfei sighed and told Zhang Ling about his experience.

It turned out that Chu Yunfei was the commander of a division of the Central Army and was ordered to lead his troops to reinforce the Songhu battlefield. In a fierce battle, he was seriously injured, separated from his troops, and finally captured by the devils.

"I didn't expect that General Chu is also a general of the Central Army." Zhang Ling exclaimed.

"Yes, now that the country is in crisis, we should unite and fight the enemy together!" Chu Yunfei said in a firm tone.

"General Chu is right!" Zhang Ling nodded in agreement.

At this moment, the gate of the prisoner-of-war camp was suddenly opened, and a group of Japanese soldiers walked in aggressively.

The leading Japanese officer held a photo in his hand and compared it with the prisoners one by one.

Zhang Ling's heart tightened, and an ominous premonition came to his mind...

"Zhao Yiyi...she's dead." Old Zhao's voice was low, like a stone falling into the water, stirring up ripples in Zhang Ling's heart.

"How did he die?" Zhang Ling's voice was trembling, as if he was about to collapse in the next second.

Old Zhao took a deep breath and said in a heavy tone, "When the Japanese invaders were raiding, she was trying to cover the retreat of the villagers... She was..." He paused, as if he couldn't bear to continue, "She was raped by the Japanese invaders and burned to death."

"Beast! Beast!" Zhang Ling's eyes were red and he slammed his fists hard on the ground, making a series of muffled sounds.

Zhao Yiyi's gentle smile, her clear eyes, her melodious singing voice appeared before his eyes... Now, everything turned to ashes.

"Yiyi, I'm sorry! I promised to protect you, but I..." Zhang Ling choked and tears silently fell.

He hated himself for being incompetent and for not being able to protect her.

He swore that he would avenge Zhao Yiyi and make those beasts pay with blood!

Lao Zhao patted Zhang Ling on the shoulder and said in a deep voice: "Captain, please accept my condolences. Only as long as you are alive can you hope for revenge."

Zhang Ling took a deep breath and tried to calm the grief in his heart. He raised his head, his eyes filled with the flames of hatred.

"Old Zhao, you are right. We must live and take revenge!"

In the following days, Zhang Ling and Lao Zhao supported each other and struggled to survive in the cruel prisoner-of-war camp.

They endured hunger, disease and abuse, but never gave up hope of living.

They have only one belief in their hearts, that is to survive and to take revenge!

One day, a ragged young man was taken to a prisoner-of-war camp by the Japanese.

The young man looked to be in his early twenties, thin and pale, but his eyes were unusually firm.

His name was Li Ergou, and he was a guerrilla fighter from a nearby village.

The reason why Li Ergou was arrested was simple: he stole the enemy's gun.

"You little bastard, you are so brave that you dare to steal the Imperial Army's guns!" A Japanese officer slapped Li Ergou viciously.

Li Ergou spat out a mouthful of blood foam and stared at the Japanese officer stubbornly: "I just stole your guns, so what? Shoot me if you dare!"

"Oh, you're pretty tough!" The Japanese officer sneered and pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Li Ergou's head, "Want to die? I'll grant your wish!"

At this moment, Zhang Ling suddenly stood up and stood in front of Li Ergou.

"Madam, he is just a child and doesn't know much. Please forgive him." Zhang Ling said in poor Japanese.

The Japanese officer looked Zhang Ling up and down and sneered, "Who the hell are you? How dare you meddle in my business?"

"Taijun, I am the translator of this prisoner-of-war camp. I can help you manage these prisoners." Zhang Ling said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

The Japanese officer thought about it and felt that Zhang Ling’s suggestion was good.

There are more and more prisoners in this prisoner-of-war camp, and it is becoming more and more difficult to manage.

It would save a lot of trouble if we had a translator to help.

"Okay, I'll let you be the translator." The Japanese officer put away his pistol, "But if anything goes wrong, you'll be the one to blame!"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Zhang Ling bowed respectfully.

In this way, Zhang Ling became a translator in the prisoner-of-war camp.

He used this identity to secretly help the prisoners of war improve their lives and pass on intelligence.

He also secretly organized prisoners of war for training in preparation for a possible riot.

Li Ergou admires Zhang Ling very much and thinks Zhang Ling is a real hero.

"Captain, you are so awesome that you can even trick those devils!" Li Ergou said admiringly.

Zhang Ling smiled and said, "Er Gou, what we need to do now is to accumulate strength, wait for the right opportunity, and then give these beasts a fatal blow!"

"Captain, I'll listen to you!" Li Ergou said firmly.

One night, Zhang Ling, Lao Zhao, Li Ergou and others held a secret meeting.

"Brothers, the Japanese have increased their vigilance recently, we must act as soon as possible!" Zhang Ling said in a deep voice.

"Captain, tell me, what should we do?" asked Lao Zhao.

"I have already found out that the Japanese weapons depot is in..."

Zhang Ling explained the plan of the riot in detail, and everyone was excited.

"Captain, when do we take action?" Li Ergou asked impatiently.

Zhang Ling looked at everyone, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

"Three days later, Mid-Autumn Night!"

Three days later, it was Mid-Autumn Night.

A bright moon hangs high in the night sky, and its bright moonlight shines all over the earth.

In the prisoner-of-war camp, the Japanese were celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival.

They drank and sang, completely unaware of the approaching danger.

At midnight, Zhang Ling gave an order and the riot began.

Armed with crude weapons, the prisoners of war launched a fierce attack on the Japs.

Explosions, gunshots, and shouts of killing filled the night sky...

In the prisoner-of-war camp, flames shot up into the sky...

Will this riot succeed?

What will be the fate of Zhang Ling, Lao Zhao, Li Ergou and others?

The explosion was deafening, and the flames lit up half the sky. In the prisoner-of-war camp, the Japanese were in chaos, like ants on a hot pot.

Li Ergou was holding a Type 38 rifle captured from the Japanese in his hand, and he was as excited as if it was Chinese New Year. "Damn it, you guys bullied me! Today I'll let you taste my power!" He yelled and pulled the trigger, and a Japanese fell to the ground.

Lao Zhao seemed much calmer. He held a Type 99 light machine gun and fired at the area where the Japanese were concentrated. "Ergou, save your bullets! Don't bite like a mad dog!"

Zhang Ling commanded the prisoners to attack in an orderly manner. He knew that although the riot was huge, they had simple weapons and few people, so they had to fight quickly, otherwise they would be finished when the Japanese reinforcements arrived.

"Old Zhao, cover me!" Zhang Ling shouted and rushed towards the Japanese armory.

Old Zhao immediately turned his gun around and fired fiercely at the Japanese soldiers near the armory to cover Zhang Ling's advance.

Zhang Ling braved the hail of bullets and finally rushed to the door of the armory. He kicked the door open and rushed in.

The armory was filled with all kinds of guns and ammunition. Zhang Ling quickly picked out a few submachine guns and boxes of grenades, then rushed out again.

"Brothers, hit them hard for me!" Zhang Ling distributed submachine guns and grenades to the prisoners of war.

With submachine guns and grenades, the prisoners' firepower suddenly increased sharply, and the Japanese were beaten back step by step.

"Damn it! How come these Chinese have so many weapons?" the Japanese officer shouted in horror.

"Taijun, let's retreat quickly!" a Japanese soldier shouted in panic.

"Baga! Retreat? We are the Imperial Japanese Army, how can we retreat?" the Japanese officer roared.

However, before he could finish his words, a grenade fell at his feet.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the Japanese officer was blown into the sky.

Seeing this, the remaining Japanese soldiers no longer cared about the samurai spirit, and they threw away their weapons and armor and fled in all directions.

Zhang Ling led the prisoners of war to pursue the victory and wiped out all the remaining Japanese devils.

The prisoner-of-war camp was littered with corpses and rivers of blood.

The riot ended with the victory of the prisoners of war.

"Captain, we won!" Li Ergou ran to Zhang Ling excitedly and said excitedly.

Zhang Ling looked at the corpses on the ground, but he didn't feel any joy in his heart. He knew that this victory was only temporary, and the Japanese army would arrive soon, so they had to evacuate here as soon as possible.

"Brothers, clean up the battlefield, collect weapons and ammunition, and prepare to evacuate!" Zhang Ling ordered loudly.

The prisoners of war immediately took action, collecting weapons and ammunition and preparing to evacuate.

Suddenly, Zhang Ling heard a faint groan.

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a Japanese soldier lying in a pool of blood, dying.

The Japanese soldier's leg was blown off and blood kept flowing out of the wound.

Zhang Ling walked up to the Japanese soldier and looked down at him.

The Japanese soldier raised his head in pain and looked at Zhang Ling, his eyes full of fear.

"Please... spare me..." the Japanese soldier said in broken Chinese.

Zhang Ling looked at him coldly without saying anything.

"I... I have money... a lot of money..." The Japanese soldier struggled to take out a gold watch from his arms, "As long as you... spare me... this gold watch... is yours..."

Zhang Ling looked at the gold watch in the Japanese soldier's hand, and a complicated look flashed in his eyes.

This gold watch is exquisitely crafted and worth a lot of money.

In peacetime, this gold watch might be worth a small fortune.

But how much is it worth in this war-torn age?