Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

She walked to Zhang Ling, gently pulled his sleeve, and said softly, "Zhang Ling, you have to be careful."

Zhang Ling felt warm in his heart when he saw Chuntao's worried eyes.

He held Chuntao's hand and said softly, "Don't worry, Chuntao, I will definitely come back alive."

Chuntao looked at Zhang Ling's determined eyes and felt a little relieved.

However, what she didn't know was that a bigger crisis was quietly approaching...

Zhang Ling felt like he was floating in a chaos, his body was light and weightless. He tried to open his eyes, but found his eyelids were as heavy as if they were filled with lead. In the haze, he heard a gentle voice, like a stream of clear water flowing through his dry heart.

"you're awake?"

This voice... Zhang Ling's heart trembled violently. This voice was like a lightning bolt, splitting his chaotic consciousness. It was Chun Tao!

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw a pretty face in front of him, it was Chuntao. She was wearing the uniform of the Eighth Route Army, with delicate features and a pair of big watery eyes full of concern.

"Chun Tao..." Zhang Ling's voice was as hoarse as a broken bellows.

When Chuntao saw him wake up, she smiled with joy, just like the peach blossoms blooming in spring, beautiful and charming. "You finally woke up! You've been in a coma for three days and three nights, I was so worried!"

Zhang Ling looked at Chun Tao greedily. The three days and three nights of coma made him feel like he had experienced a long century. He felt like he had walked through hell, and Chun Tao was the angel who pulled him back from hell.

"I... I'm still alive?" Zhang Ling couldn't believe it. He remembered that he was surrounded by the devils, seriously injured, and almost dying.

"Of course he's alive," Chun Tao gave him a reproachful look, "You're lucky! If we hadn't arrived in time, you would have really died there."

Zhang Ling struggled to sit up, but it agitated the wound on his body, causing him to gasp in pain.

"Don't move!" Chun Tao quickly held him down, "You are seriously injured, you need to rest well."

Only then did Zhang Ling notice that he was wrapped in bandages and a strong smell of medicine filled the air.

"Where is this?" he asked.

"This is the Eighth Route Army's field hospital," Chuntao explained, "You are safe."

A warm current surged in Zhang Ling's heart. He was saved by the Eighth Route Army. He looked at Chuntao in front of him, his heart filled with gratitude.

"Thank you...thank you for saving me."

"Silly, why are you thanking me?" Chun Tao blushed. "This is what we should do."

The two looked at each other, and there was a subtle atmosphere in the air. Zhang Ling felt his heart beating faster and faster, as if it was about to jump out of his chest. He had never felt this way about a woman before, this feeling was so strange, yet so strong.

In the following days, Chuntao took care of Zhang Ling, changing his dressings, feeding him, and chatting with him. Zhang Ling's injuries gradually improved, and his feelings for Chuntao grew deeper and deeper. He found that he had fallen deeply in love with this kind and beautiful girl.

One day, Zhang Ling finally plucked up the courage to confess his feelings to Chuntao.

"Chun Tao, I like you!"

Chuntao's face instantly turned red, like a ripe apple. She lowered her head, twisted her fingers, and didn't speak for a long time.

Zhang Ling's heart was in his throat and he was nervously waiting for Chuntao's answer.

"I..." Chuntao's voice was as thin as a mosquito, "I also... like you."

Zhang Ling was overjoyed and grabbed Chuntao's hand, "Chuntao, will you marry me?"

Chuntao nodded shyly, her face so red that it seemed like blood was about to drip out.

Zhang Ling excitedly hugged Chuntao into his arms and held her tightly, as if he wanted to merge her into his body.

He swore to protect Chuntao for the rest of his life and make her happy.

However, fate's tricks always come so suddenly.

Just when Zhang Ling and Chuntao were immersed in their sweet love, a sudden piece of news broke the tranquility.

The Japanese army is approaching the field hospital!

This news was like a bolt from the blue, throwing everyone into panic.

"We must move immediately!" said the bearded captain with a serious expression.

"But Zhang Ling's injury hasn't healed yet..." Chuntao looked at Zhang Ling worriedly.

"We can't worry about that!" the captain said decisively, "The enemy is coming soon, we must leave here as soon as possible!"

Zhang Ling gritted his teeth and said, "Chun Tao, let's go!"

He knew that he couldn't drag everyone down.

With the help of everyone, Zhang Ling was carried onto a stretcher and evacuated with the team.

The Japanese pursuers were getting closer and closer, and the sound of gunfire and artillery fire was deafening.

Zhang Ling lay on the stretcher, looking at the sky filled with smoke, his heart filled with anxiety and uneasiness.

Suddenly, a shell landed near the team, and the shock wave of the explosion knocked Zhang Ling off the stretcher to the ground.

"Zhang Ling!" Chuntao exclaimed, threw herself on Zhang Ling and protected him with her body.

"boom!"

There was another loud bang, and a shell hit Chuntao directly...

Bright red blood gushed out, dyeing Zhang Ling's eyes red.

"Chun Tao!" Zhang Ling screamed heartbreakingly. He felt like his world had collapsed at this moment...

Zhang Ling felt that his soul was torn into pieces and scattered in a pool of blood. The world in his eyes turned blood red, his ears were buzzing, and only Chuntao's name echoed in his mind, over and over again, like a blunt knife cutting his heart again and again.

He wanted to catch Chuntao and snatch her back from the hands of death, but he couldn't move. He felt his body was extremely heavy, as if he was being pressed down by a mountain.

He watched Chuntao's life slip away before his eyes. The feeling of powerlessness and despair almost suffocated him.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of gunfire gradually subsided and everything around became quiet.

Zhang Ling slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a bloody scene.

He struggled to get up, stumbled to Chuntao's side, and knelt on the ground.

Chuntao's body was already cold and her eyes were wide open, as if questioning this cruel fate.

Zhang Ling stroked Chuntao's cheek gently with trembling hands, tears flowing silently.

"Chun Tao... Chun Tao..." He called Chun Tao's name over and over again, but Chun Tao would never respond to him again.

He hugged Chuntao's body tightly, letting his tears soak his clothes.

He hated, he hated this damn war, he hated this cruel fate, he hated himself for not protecting Chuntao.

A strong flame of revenge burned in his heart, and he vowed to make those damned devils pay with blood!

"what--"

Zhang Ling let out a long roar toward the sky, his voice filled with grief and anger.

He didn't know how long he had been unconscious. When he woke up again, he found himself lying in a simple cave.

A middle-aged man with a beard was sitting next to him, holding a wine gourd in his hand and taking a sip from time to time.

"Are you awake?" the bearded man asked when he saw Zhang Ling wake up.

Zhang Ling didn't say anything, but just nodded silently.

"You are lucky to be alive." The bearded man sighed, "I thought you were dead."

Zhang Ling turned to look at the bearded man, his eyes full of confusion.

"I'm the captain of this team. You can call me Lao Hu." The bearded man introduced himself. "What's your name?"

"Zhang Ling."

"Zhang Ling..." Lao Hu repeated Zhang Ling's name, "What a good name, a resounding manly name."

Zhang Ling didn't say anything, the scene of Chuntao's death was still echoing in his mind.

"Don't be sad, kid," Lao Hu patted Zhang Ling on the shoulder, "War is like this, it's either you die or I die. If you die, I will be sad, but I have to live because I still have brothers to take care of."

Zhang Ling raised his head and looked at Lao Hu, his eyes full of confusion.

"Lao Hu, I want revenge, I want to kill those damn devils!"

Old Hu laughed loudly, "Boy, you have great ambition! I am the same, I wish I could skin those little devils alive!"

"But there are only a few of us. How can we fight the Japanese?" Zhang Ling asked.

Lao Hu smiled mysteriously, "Don't worry, kid, I have a way."

"any solution?"

"Hey, this is a secret. I'll tell you when the time is right."

In the next few days, Zhang Ling followed Lao Hu's team.

He found that this team was different from other Eighth Route Army troops. Their fighting style was more brutal and they were more unscrupulous.

They often went deep behind enemy lines and carried out various sabotage activities, making the Japanese terrified.

Zhang Ling also gradually integrated into the team. He learned various fighting skills, learned to use various weapons, and learned how to survive on the battlefield.

He became more and more taciturn, and his eyes became colder and colder, like an emotionless killing machine.

He has only one goal, which is revenge, revenge for Chuntao and revenge for all the Chinese people killed by the devils!

One day, Lao Hu called Zhang Ling to his side and said mysteriously, "Boy, do you know why I said this army is cruel and ruthless?"

Zhang Ling shook his head.

Lao Hu leaned close to Zhang Ling's ear and whispered, "Because... our army is not the Eighth Route Army at all!"

Zhang Ling was stunned. He couldn't believe his ears.

"So... who are we then?"

Lao Hu chuckled, "We are..."

He paused deliberately, then said word by word: "We are... a special forces team from the future!"

Zhang Ling was completely confused and his mind felt blank.

From the future? Special forces? How... how is this possible?

He looked at Lao Hu, his eyes full of suspicion.

Old Hu seemed to see through Zhang Ling's thoughts. He took out a metal box from his arms and handed it to Zhang Ling.

"open to take a look."