Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

As long as they persist, they will be able to drive the Japanese out of China!

Suddenly, there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the cave.

"Report to the commander, we have found traces of the Japanese at the foot of the mountain!" a soldier ran in and reported.

Zhang Ling stood up suddenly, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"They come so fast!" He snorted coldly, "It seems that this Black Wind Ridge is destined to become the burial place of the devils!"

"How many devils are there?" Zhang Ling asked.

"About a squadron, more than a hundred people!" the soldier replied.

More than a hundred Japanese devils would undoubtedly be a tough battle for their team of only a few dozen people.

However, Zhang Ling was not afraid at all.

"Pass the order down and prepare for battle!" Zhang Ling's voice was sonorous and powerful, full of murderous intent.

A fierce battle is about to begin...

The explosion was deafening, and the flames lit up half the sky. Li Ergou held tightly in his hand a Type 38 rifle seized from the Japanese. The barrel was still hot, but he was unaware. The strong smell of gunpowder made him cough continuously, but he grinned, showing his white teeth, and shouted excitedly: "Kill the Japanese! Kill the Japanese!"

Old Zhao beside him had one arm covered in blood, but he was still waving his sword, madly hacking at the enemies in front of him like a wounded beast.

Zhang Ling calmly directed the battle, firing from time to time. His eyes were sharp as torches, scanning the entire battlefield, looking for the enemy's weaknesses.

There was chaos in the prisoner-of-war camp. The Japanese were caught off guard and fought in panic.

At first, the prisoners gained the upper hand by taking advantage of the surprise attack.

But the Japs were well-trained and well-armed after all. They gradually stabilized their position and began to organize a counterattack.

The fighting became increasingly fierce, and the prisoners suffered heavy casualties.

Li Ergou saw with his own eyes a brother who was training with him being hit by the Japanese machine gun and falling in a pool of blood.

His eyes were red, he roared, and rushed forward with his gun raised.

"Ergou! Come back!" Zhang Ling shouted.

But Li Ergou would no longer listen to any advice. He just wanted to kill the Japs and avenge his dead brothers.

He rushed into the Japanese position like a madman and fired wildly.

One, two, three...

The Japs fell one by one under his gun.

But soon, he was also hit by the Japanese bullet and blood flowed from his leg.

He staggered to the ground and the gun fell out of his hand.

A Japanese officer came over with a grin on his face, raised his samurai sword, and prepared to kill him.

At this moment, a bullet hit the Japanese officer's head accurately.

The Japanese officer fell to the ground.

Li Ergou looked up and saw that it was Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling ran to Li Ergou, helped him up, and asked anxiously, "Ergou, how are you?"

"Captain, I'm fine..." Li Ergou said weakly.

"Don't talk, I'll take you out!" Zhang Ling carried Li Ergou on his back and broke out.

Lao Zhao also took the remaining few brothers to cover the retreat of Zhang Ling and Li Ergou.

They fought and retreated, and finally broke out of the prisoner-of-war camp.

But the Japanese pursuers soon caught up.

"Captain, you go first, I'll cover you!" said Lao Zhao.

"Old Zhao, no!" Zhang Ling firmly disagreed.

"Captain, this is an order!" Lao Zhao said firmly, "You must stay alive and continue fighting with your brothers!"

After saying that, Lao Zhao turned around resolutely and rushed towards the Japanese pursuers.

The big knife in his hand flew up and down, chopping down several Japanese soldiers.

But in the end, he was outnumbered and was stabbed in the chest by the Japanese bayonet.

"Old Zhao!" Zhang Ling shouted in grief.

His eyes were red and he wanted to rush back, but was held back tightly by Li Ergou.

"Captain, we can't let Lao Zhao's sacrifice go to waste!" Li Ergou said, choking with sobs.

Zhang Ling took a deep breath, suppressed his grief, and continued to flee with Li Ergou.

They ran into a wood and hid.

The sky gradually brightened and the Japanese pursuers gradually disappeared.

Zhang Ling put Li Ergou down and bandaged his wound.

Li Ergou's wound was very deep and the blood had dyed his pants red.

"Captain, am I going to die?" Li Ergou asked weakly.

Zhang Ling shook his head and forced a smile, "No, you won't die."

He knew that Li Ergou's injuries were serious and if he was not treated in time, he would likely get infected and die.

In this war-torn era, it is not easy to find doctors and medicines.

At this moment, a crisp bell sound came from deep in the woods...

The explosion was deafening, and the flames lit up half the sky. Thick smoke was billowing, making it almost impossible to breathe. Li Ergou was holding a Type 38 rifle seized from the Japanese, with fresh blood on the butt. He crouched down and moved quickly along the wall of the prisoner-of-war camp, occasionally poking his head out to fire a shot.

"Damn it! I'll kill you all!" Li Ergou roared and pulled the trigger again. A Japanese soldier who rushed out with a bayonet fell to the ground.

On the other side, Lao Zhao's situation was not so good. He was entangled by a burly Japanese officer, and the two were fighting desperately. Lao Zhao only had a rusty kitchen knife in his hand, while the Japanese officer was wielding a sharp samurai sword.

"Old Zhao, be careful!" Seeing this, Zhang Ling hurried over to support.

He kicked the Japanese officer on the back. The Japanese officer staggered and almost fell. Lao Zhao took the opportunity to swing his knife at the Japanese officer's leg.

"Ah!" The Japanese officer let out a scream and his samurai sword fell to the ground.

Zhang Ling took a step forward, picked up the samurai sword, and stabbed it into the chest of the Japanese officer without hesitation.

"Captain, good job!" Li Ergou ran over and shouted excitedly.

"Don't be too happy too soon, the enemy's reinforcements will arrive soon!" Zhang Ling's face was solemn, "We must evacuate as soon as possible!"

The three men fought and retreated, and finally broke out of the encirclement.

They arrived at the agreed meeting place, but found only a few people there.

"Where are the others?" Zhang Ling asked anxiously.

"The Japanese firepower was too strong, and many of our brothers..." said a prisoner of war, choking with sobs.

Zhang Ling's heart sank. He knew that although this riot had brought them heavy losses, it had also come at a heavy price.

"Captain, what should we do now?" asked Li Ergou.

Zhang Ling took a deep breath, his eyes filled with determination.

"Let's go to Sunset Mountains! It's easy to defend and difficult to attack, a great place for guerrilla warfare!"

The Sunset Mountains, located northwest of the prisoner-of-war camp, have complex terrain and dense jungle, and are a well-known bandit den nearby.

Zhang Ling and others traveled through mountains and rivers and finally arrived at the Sunset Mountains three days later.

They found a secluded cave and settled down temporarily.

"Captain, what should we do next?" Lao Zhao asked. His left arm was injured in the riot, and it was still aching after a simple bandage.

"Let's rest for a few days first, then contact the nearby anti-Japanese armed forces to fight against the Japanese invaders together!" Zhang Ling said.

"Captain, I heard that there is a group of bandits in the Sunset Mountains, called Black Wind Village. Their leader, Black Whirlwind, is cruel and ruthless, and does all kinds of evil." Li Ergou suddenly said.

"Black Wind Village?" Zhang Ling frowned. "It seems we have to be careful and not to clash with them."

However, things often do not go as planned.

The next day, Zhang Ling went out to look for food, but unexpectedly met people from the Black Wind Village.

A big man with a face full of flesh and a beard blocked Zhang Ling's way.

"Kid, which gang are you from?" the big man asked ferociously.

"Just passing by." Zhang Ling replied indifferently.

"Passing by? I think you are here to explore the way!" The big man sneered, "Brothers, capture him!"

Several bandits rushed forward and surrounded Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling's eyes turned cold, it seemed that a fierce battle was inevitable...

The explosion was deafening, and the flames lit up half the sky. Li Ergou was holding the captured Type 38 rifle, trembling with excitement. He aimed at a Japanese soldier who was rushing towards him with a bayonet, and pulled the trigger without hesitation. The Japanese soldier fell to the ground, and Li Ergou grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"Damn it, come on! Grandpa is waiting for you here!" Li Ergou shouted excitedly, as if he had returned to the days when he followed Zhang Ling to hunt in the mountains. He was carefree at that time, unlike now, when he has to worry about his life every day.

"Ergou, be careful! Don't show your head!" Lao Zhao slapped Li Ergou on the back of his head. "Bullets don't have eyes. Be careful or you'll lose your life here!"

Li Ergou shrank his neck and laughed: "Got it, Uncle Zhao."

Zhang Ling calmly commanded the prisoners, like a wolf hunting in the night. The Mauser pistol in his hand spewed out tongues of fire, and each shot accurately took the life of an enemy.

Although the prisoners of war had simple weapons, they burst out with amazing fighting power due to their hatred and desire for freedom.

The Japs were caught off guard and fought in panic.

In the prisoner-of-war camp, shouts, screams, and gunshots intertwined together to form a symphony of blood and fire.

However, the good times did not last long.

The Japanese reinforcements arrived soon.

Dense bullets poured down like raindrops, causing heavy casualties among the prisoners of war.

"Captain, the Japanese reinforcements are coming, let's retreat!" Lao Zhao shouted anxiously.

Zhang Ling gritted his teeth. He knew that if he didn't retreat now it would be too late.

"Brothers, retreat!" Zhang Ling shouted and took the lead in retreating.

The prisoners fought and retreated, and finally broke out of the camp.

However, just when they were about to escape, an accident happened.

A stray bullet hit Li Ergou's leg, and he screamed and fell to the ground.

"Ergou!" Zhang Ling was shocked and ran back to help Li Ergou up.

"Captain... I... I can't walk anymore..." Li Ergou's face was pale, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead.

"Don't be afraid, I'll carry you!" Zhang Ling carried Li Ergou on his back and continued to retreat.

The Japanese bullets were becoming more and more frequent, and Zhang Ling felt that his strength was rapidly draining away.

"Captain, you...please let me go...I can do it on my own..." Li Ergou said weakly.