Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

However, he did not forget his revenge plan and secretly collected intelligence to find the Japanese officers who participated in the massacre of Wangjia Village.

One day, Zhang Ling received a piece of information that the Japanese officer who participated in the massacre of Wangjia Village was now stationed in a county town not far from them.

A cold light flashed in Zhang Ling's eyes. The opportunity for revenge had finally come!

He immediately reported the situation to the battalion commander and requested to lead the team to the county town to eliminate the Japanese officers.

The battalion commander agreed to Zhang Ling's request and sent an elite force to assist him.

That night, Zhang Ling led the soldiers and sneaked into the county town.

According to the plan made in advance, they divided their troops into several groups and launched attacks on the residences and headquarters of the Japanese officers.

The battle was extremely fierce, with gunshots and explosions filling the night sky.

Zhang Ling was like a Shura walking out of hell. Holding two guns in his hands, he killed his way to the residence of the Japanese officer.

He was unstoppable, and wherever he went, the Japanese soldiers fell down one after another.

Finally, he came to the Japanese officer's room.

He kicked the door open and saw a Japanese officer in military uniform sitting at the table with a glass of wine in his hand.

When the Japanese officer saw Zhang Ling, he turned pale with fright.

"You...you are..."

"I'm here to take your life!" Zhang Ling said coldly.

After saying that, he raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at the Japanese officer's head.

Just then, a woman's voice suddenly sounded in the room.

"do not want!"

Zhang Ling turned his head and saw Chuntao wearing a kimono, standing in the corner of the room, her eyes full of fear and despair...

Zhang Ling felt like he was floating in a ball of warm cotton, his consciousness was hazy. Chuntao's name echoed in his mind like a gentle ballad. He tried to open his eyes, and the scene in front of him gradually became clear. Chuntao was sitting by the bed, holding an apple in her hand, carefully peeling the skin.

She lowered her head, her hair hanging down, covering half of her face. The sunlight shone through the window onto her, outlining a layer of golden outline. Zhang Ling's eyes were unconsciously attracted, and he felt that Chuntao was more beautiful than in his dreams.

"Are you awake?" Chun Tao seemed to notice Zhang Ling's gaze, raised her head and smiled sweetly. "How do you feel?"

"Much better." Zhang Ling's voice was still a little hoarse. "You saved me?"

Chun Tao smiled and shook her head. "It was everyone who saved you. You are so brave, fighting against so many devils by yourself."

The scene of Wang Desheng's tragic death flashed through Zhang Ling's mind, and his eyes instantly turned cold, "I...I must kill them and avenge Desheng!"

Chun Tao noticed the change in Zhang Ling's mood and stopped holding the apple in her hand. "In war... there will always be sacrifices."

"No, this is not sacrifice, it's a massacre!" Zhang Ling sat up suddenly, pulling his wound and gasping in pain.

Chuntao quickly put down the apple and supported Zhang Ling, "Don't get excited, the wound hasn't healed yet." She placed her hand gently on Zhang Ling's chest to help him breathe.

Zhang Ling felt a warm current coming from Chuntao's palm and flowing through his body. He looked at Chuntao who was so close to him, smelled the faint fragrance on her body, and a strange feeling spread in his heart.

"I...I'm fine." Zhang Ling avoided Chuntao's gaze somewhat awkwardly.

Chuntao smiled and said, "Are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat."

As she spoke, she stood up, walked to the table and brought a bowl of millet porridge.

"Be careful, it's hot." Chuntao blew on the porridge carefully and then brought it to Zhang Ling's mouth.

Zhang Ling looked at Chuntao's gentle eyes, opened his mouth as if possessed by a ghost, and took a sip of porridge.

"How is it? Does it taste good?" Chuntao looked at Zhang Ling expectantly.

Zhang Ling nodded, "Yeah, it tastes good."

He felt that this bowl of porridge was more delicious than any delicacies he had ever eaten.

The two of them ate the porridge one bite at a time, and the atmosphere was warm and ambiguous.

Zhang Ling suddenly remembered his revenge plan. He looked at Chun Tao and asked, "How long have I been unconscious?"

"Three days and three nights." Chuntao replied.

"Three days and three nights..." Zhang Ling muttered to himself, "Yamamoto Ikki must have escaped..."

"Yamamoto Ikki?" Chuntao looked at Zhang Ling in confusion.

Zhang Ling told Chuntao about his and Wang Desheng's experiences and the secret of his rebirth.

After Chun Tao heard this, her eyes were filled with shock and sympathy. "So... you've been through so much..."

"I must kill Yamamoto Ikki and avenge Desheng!" Zhang Ling's eyes were filled with flames of hatred.

"I know you are in pain, but..." Chun Tao hesitated and said, "When will the cycle of revenge end..."

"No! I must take revenge! Only in this way can I feel at ease!" Zhang Ling said in a firm tone.

Chuntao looked at Zhang Ling's determined eyes and knew that she could not persuade him.

"So...what are you going to do?" Chuntao asked.

"I want to join the Eighth Route Army and use my abilities to kill the Japanese!" said Zhang Ling.

Chuntao was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect Zhang Ling to make such a decision.

"Have you... really thought it through?" Chuntao asked.

"I've thought it over!" Zhang Ling said firmly.

Chun Tao looked at Zhang Ling with mixed feelings. She knew that Zhang Ling had embarked on a path of no return.

"Then... I support you." Chuntao finally chose to support Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling looked at Chuntao with gratitude in his eyes.

"Thank you, Chuntao."

"Silly boy, what are you thanking me for?" Chuntao said with a smile.

The two looked at each other and smiled, saying nothing.

In the next few days, Zhang Ling gradually recovered under Chuntao's careful care.

During this period, Zhang Ling and Chuntao's relationship became closer and closer.

They chatted together, took walks together, and looked at the stars together.

Zhang Ling felt that he could no longer live without Chuntao.

However, the good times did not last long.

One day, an unexpected piece of news broke the peace...

Zhang Ling felt his heart beating like a drum, hitting his chest again and again. Chun Tao's smile, like the warm sunshine in spring, shone into his cold heart. He had never felt this way about a woman before, and this strange throbbing made him feel a little overwhelmed.

"My...my name is Zhang Ling." He uttered his name with great effort, his voice as hoarse as a broken bellows.

"Zhang Ling," Chun Tao repeated, her voice clear and melodious, like a spring flowing down a mountain stream. "What a good name."

Zhang Ling smiled foolishly, feeling his cheeks getting hot. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

"Are you hungry?" Chun Tao seemed to see through his thoughts. She stood up and walked to the table nearby, bringing a bowl of steaming rice porridge. "Come, have some porridge."

Zhang Ling took the rice porridge and drank it carefully. The fragrance of the rice porridge spread in his mouth, warming his stomach and his heart.

"Drink slowly, don't burn yourself." Chuntao said with concern.

Zhang Ling nodded, sipping the rice porridge mouthful by mouthful, feeling a warm current flowing through his body. He looked at Chuntao with eyes full of gratitude.

In the next few days, Chuntao came to take care of Zhang Ling every day. She would change his dressings, feed him, and chat with him. Under Chuntao's careful care, Zhang Ling's injuries gradually improved.

They talked a lot, Zhang Ling told Chuntao about his past experiences, including his revenge plan. Chuntao listened quietly, her eyes full of sympathy and understanding.

"You...do you hate the Japanese?" Zhang Ling asked tentatively.

Chun Tao's eyes turned cold instantly. She bit her lip and said word by word: "Hate! I wish I could tear them into pieces!"

Zhang Ling was shocked. He didn't expect Chuntao's reaction to be so strong. He looked at Chuntao with admiration in his eyes.

"My parents... were killed by the Japanese." Chuntao's voice choked, "My home... was also burned down by the Japanese..."

Having said this, Chuntao could no longer control her emotions and tears welled up in her eyes.

Zhang Ling reached out and gently patted Chuntao's shoulder, trying to comfort her.

Chuntao raised her head and looked at Zhang Ling, her eyes full of sadness and helplessness.

"Zhang Ling..." Chun Tao's voice trembled, "Can you...can you help me get revenge?"

Zhang Ling looked at Chuntao, a gleam of determination flashing in his eyes.

"I promise you!" Zhang Ling said firmly, "I will definitely help you get revenge!"

Chun Tao looked at Zhang Ling's determined eyes, and a glimmer of hope ignited in her heart. She knew that she had found someone she could rely on.

After Zhang Ling's injury was fully recovered, he joined the Eighth Route Army. With his extraordinary military talent, he soon became an outstanding soldier in the Eighth Route Army.

He led his team to attack the Japanese army again and again, causing huge losses to the Japanese army.

His name gradually spread among the Japanese army and became a nightmare for them.

Yamamoto Ikki was furious when he learned that Zhang Ling was still alive and had joined the Eighth Route Army.

"Damn it! This Zhang Ling is still alive! I must kill him with my own hands!" Yamamoto Ikki said gritting his teeth.

He immediately sent his men to inquire about Zhang Ling's whereabouts, and vowed to cut Zhang Ling into pieces.

Zhang Ling was also actively looking for the whereabouts of Yamamoto Ikki. He knew that only by killing Yamamoto Ikki could he completely complete his revenge plan.

One day, Zhang Ling received an order from his superiors to lead a team to carry out a secret mission.

The mission was to blow up an important arsenal of the Japanese army.

Zhang Ling knew that this was a very dangerous mission, but he accepted it without hesitation.

He led his team, sneaked behind enemy lines and successfully blew up the Japanese arsenal.

Just as they were preparing to evacuate, they unexpectedly discovered traces of Yamamoto Ikki.

It turned out that Yamamoto Ikki also received intelligence and learned that the Eighth Route Army was going to blow up the arsenal, so he personally led a team to stop it.

Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet.

Zhang Ling looked at Yamamoto Ikki, his eyes filled with flames of hatred.

"Yamamoto Ikki! Today is the day you die!" Zhang Ling roared, raised the submachine gun in his hand and fired at Yamamoto Ikki.

Yamamoto Ikki was unable to dodge and was shot several times and fell to the ground.