Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

"We found that your wounds healed at an amazing speed, and..." The captain paused, as if he was having trouble speaking, "your strength has also become very great, even... beyond that of ordinary people."

Zhang Ling was stunned. He tried to clench his fists, and a powerful force surged out of his body, making him feel somewhat unfamiliar.

He didn't know what happened to him, but he knew it was all related to the shell.

"Perhaps, this is the chance God has given me, a chance for revenge!" A gleam of light flashed in Zhang Ling's eyes.

In the next few days, Zhang Ling's body recovered quickly. His wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his strength became stronger and stronger. He could even lift objects weighing hundreds of kilograms easily.

He began to practice fighting skills and learn how to use various weapons. He was like a dry sponge, madly absorbing all knowledge and skills.

He has only one goal, revenge!

One day, the captain found Zhang Ling and handed him a brand new Mauser pistol, saying, "This is your weapon."

Zhang Ling took the gun, which was heavy in his hand, and a cold metallic texture spread throughout his body. He pulled the bolt skillfully, checked the magazine, and then put the gun on his waist.

"The enemy's base is nearby, and we are going to destroy it." The captain said, "Would you like to join us?"

Zhang Ling didn't hesitate at all, "I do!"

He knew that this was the first step in his revenge.

As night fell, Zhang Ling followed the team and quietly moved towards the Japanese stronghold.

They crawled forward, passed through the dense jungle, avoided the Japanese patrols, and finally arrived at the outskirts of the stronghold.

"Remember, our goal is to destroy the enemy's ammunition depot," the captain whispered. "Once the operation begins, don't linger, and make a quick decision."

"Understood!" everyone replied in unison.

The captain made a gesture, and everyone dispersed and sneaked into the stronghold.

Zhang Ling was agile and moved like a ghost. He passed through the cordons silently and arrived near the ammunition depot.

He pulled out a grenade, removed the safety pin, and threw it hard into the ammunition depot.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, flames shot up into the sky, and the ammunition depot was blown up into the sky.

The Japanese stronghold was instantly thrown into chaos, with panicked Japanese soldiers everywhere.

Zhang Ling picked up the pistol, took aim calmly, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang bang!"

Gunshots continued to ring out, and one Japanese soldier after another fell under his gun.

He was like a god of death from hell, reaping lives one after another.

He was so bloodthirsty that he completely forgot about fear and pain. Only endless hatred drove him.

Suddenly, he felt a strong murderous aura coming from behind him...

Zhang Ling felt his soul was torn apart, and the intense pain almost made him faint. He watched Chuntao being blown to pieces in front of him, with blood and body parts scattered all over the ground. This scene was deeply imprinted in his mind and could not be erased.

"Chun Tao! No!!!" Zhang Ling roared like a wild beast from his throat. He tried his best to crawl to Chun Tao's side, but found that his body was no longer under his control.

The world seemed to have lost its color, leaving only endless darkness and despair.

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

He swore to make those damned devils pay with blood!

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Ling was awakened by a violent jolt. He found himself lying on another stretcher, and the team was still moving forward.

"Awake?" The bearded captain came over, his face full of fatigue and sadness, "My condolences."

Zhang Ling didn't say anything. He just stared straight ahead, the fire of revenge burning in his eyes.

He knew that the only purpose of his survival was revenge!

The team marched forward with difficulty in the darkness of night. People kept falling down along the way, but no one stopped.

They knew that only by staying alive could they avenge their dead comrades.

Finally, before dawn, they reached a relatively safe valley.

Zhang Ling's injuries are serious and he needs immediate treatment.

However, the field hospital was very short of medicines and medical equipment, and the doctors could only use some simple herbal medicines to stop his bleeding and bandage him.

"Your injuries are serious and you need to rest," the doctor sighed, "but the current situation..."

Zhang Ling understood what the doctor meant. The Japanese might catch up with them at any time, and they didn't have time to stay here for too long.

"I know," Zhang Ling said through gritted teeth, "I can still hold on."

He can't fall down, he still has an unfinished mission.

In the next few days, Zhang Ling endured the severe pain and continued to move with the team.

His body grew weaker and weaker, but the hatred in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

He recalled the scene before Chuntao's death over and over again, and every memory was like a knife, cutting his heart fiercely.

He swore to make those beasts pay a thousand times over!

One day, the team came to a dilapidated temple.

"We will rest here tonight," the captain announced, "Everyone, take this time to rest and continue on our journey tomorrow morning."

Zhang Ling found a corner to lie down. He felt that his body had reached its limit.

He closed his eyes and Chuntao's smiling face appeared in his mind.

"Chun Tao, wait for me, I will definitely avenge you..."

Suddenly, Zhang Ling felt a sharp pain in his body. He opened his eyes suddenly and found a dagger stuck in his chest.

He turned his head with difficulty and saw a familiar figure standing behind him.

"It's you?!" Zhang Ling looked at the person in front of him in disbelief. It turned out to be the bearded captain!

"I'm sorry," the captain's voice trembled, "I was forced to do so..."

It turned out that the captain had been bribed by the Japanese a long time ago, and he had been secretly passing information to the Japanese.

This time, the Japanese promised to give him a large sum of money and let him kill Zhang Ling.

"Why?" Zhang Ling's voice was hoarse, "Chun Tao...it's also you..."

The captain did not answer, he just silently drew out the dagger.

"I'll pay you back what I owe you in my next life..." the captain said, then turned and left the temple.

Zhang Ling looked at the captain's back, his eyes filled with despair and anger.

He never thought that he would be betrayed by his own people.

He felt his life was slipping away quickly, and he knew that he wouldn't live much longer.

He was unwilling to accept this. He was unwilling to die like this. He had not yet avenged Chuntao!

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in Zhang Ling's mind.

"Do you want revenge?"

Zhang Ling suddenly opened his eyes and saw a blurry figure standing in front of him.

"Who are you?" Zhang Ling asked weakly.

"I'm here to help you," the figure said, "I can bring you back to life, go back to the past, and change everything."

"Rebirth?" Zhang Ling was stunned. "Is it really possible?"

"Of course," the figure said, "but you will have to pay for it."

"What's the price?" Zhang Ling asked anxiously.

"Your soul," the figure said, "you will never be able to be reborn."

Zhang Ling hesitated. He didn't know whether he should believe this mysterious figure.

But he knew he had no choice.

"I agree!" Zhang Ling said without hesitation.

He just wants revenge, and for Chuntao, he is willing to give everything!

The figure smiled, then stretched out his hand and pressed it on Zhang Ling's forehead.

A flash of white light passed by, and Zhang Ling felt his consciousness gradually blurring...

When he woke up again, he found himself lying in an unfamiliar bed.

He looked around and found himself in a simple room.

"Where is this?" he asked.

A familiar voice came: "This is the Eighth Route Army's field hospital. You are safe."

Zhang Ling sat up suddenly and saw Chuntao sitting beside the bed, looking at him with concern.

He couldn't believe his eyes, he was actually reborn!

He grabbed Chuntao's hand and said excitedly: "Chuntao, you are still alive!"

Chun Tao was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Silly boy, of course I am alive."

Zhang Ling hugged Chuntao tightly, he felt like he was dreaming.

He knew that he had returned to the past, back to the moment when he met Chuntao.

This time, he must protect Chuntao and prevent tragedy from happening again!

However, what he didn't know was that this rebirth was not accidental... There seemed to be an invisible hand controlling everything... And who is the owner of these hands?

Zhang Ling hugged Chun Tao tightly, greedily breathing in her fragrance. The long-lost warmth and softness almost made him cry. Reborn! He was really reborn!

"Silly boy, you scared me to death!" Chun Tao patted Zhang Ling's back in a scolding tone, "The doctor said you lost too much blood and almost..."

"I'm fine," Zhang Ling interrupted her and held her hand tightly, "Chun Tao, I will never leave you again."

He looked around, the crude field hospital was filled with the smell of disinfectant, everything was so real. Memories came flooding back, he remembered the captain's hideous face, remembered Chuntao lying in a pool of blood, his heart ached.

"Captain...beard..." Zhang Ling muttered to himself.

Chun Tao's face changed and she asked worriedly, "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

Zhang Ling shook his head and took a deep breath to suppress the painful memories. Now is not the time yet, he needs to take it slow, he wants to make that traitor pay the price!

"It's okay," he forced a smile, "I'm just a little tired."

In the next few days, Zhang Ling slowly recovered in the field hospital. He asked around to find out what was going on around him and to confirm to which time point he had returned.

"What year is it now?" he asked the nurse who was taking care of him casually.

"It was the 31st year of the Republic of China. You even forgot this?" The nurse replied with a smile, "It seems that you were seriously injured."

In the 1942st year of the Republic of China, that is, , it was two years before Chuntao was murdered!

Two years is enough time for him to do a lot of things.

A cold light flashed in Zhang Ling's eyes. In this life, he not only had to protect Chun Tao, but also had to build a team of his own, a team that would scare the devils!