Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

He began to actively participate in training, and with the experience of his previous life, he quickly stood out. He was accurate in shooting, agile, and thoughtful, and he was often able to win by surprise.

Gradually, he attracted the attention of the Eighth Route Army leaders.

"Comrade Zhang Ling," a tall officer walked up to him, "Your performance is outstanding. Have you ever thought about joining the special operations team?"

Special Forces! This is exactly the opportunity Zhang Ling has been dreaming of!

"I do!" he answered without hesitation.

After joining the special operations team, Zhang Ling was like a duck in water. He led his team to complete one seemingly impossible task after another, and repeatedly made extraordinary achievements. His team gradually grew and his reputation became more and more famous.

"Mad Wolf Squad" - this is the name of Zhang Ling's team. They fight bravely, fearless of life and death, and ruthless, which makes the Japanese terrified.

However, as the team grew, some problems gradually emerged.

"Captain," said deputy captain Li Hu worriedly, "we are running out of ammunition and medicines..."

Zhang Ling frowned, he knew what Li Hu said was true. Although they had made many achievements, logistical supply had always been a big problem.

"I'll think of a solution." Zhang Ling said.

He knew that in this chaotic world, if he wanted to survive, he had to do whatever it takes.

He began to use his "special" identity to trade with some local forces. He exchanged the seized weapons and intelligence for the necessary supplies, and even cooperated with some bandits and gangs.

His actions caused criticism from some people. Some people thought that he violated discipline, while others thought that his methods were too cruel.

"Zhang Ling, if you do this, something bad will happen sooner or later!" Political Commissar Lao Wang advised earnestly.

"I know," Zhang Ling replied calmly, "but we have no choice."

He knew very well that in this age of the survival of the fittest, kindness and weakness would only lead to one's own destruction.

In order to protect his team and realize his revenge plan, he must be ruthless!

During an operation, Zhang Ling received information that a batch of important supplies from the Japanese would pass through a small town.

He decided to rob the supplies.

However, this small town is home to a powerful bandit force, whose leader is known as "Black Tiger".

Zhang Ling knew that if he wanted to rob this batch of supplies, he had to get rid of the "Black Tiger" first.

He sneaked into the town with several team members.

In a dim tavern, he met "Black Tiger".

"Black Tiger" is a burly man with a face full of flesh, and you can tell at first glance that he is not a good person.

"Are you the Mad Wolf?" Black Tiger looked Zhang Ling up and down, a trace of contempt flashing in his eyes, "I heard that you are very powerful, but you are still a little naive in my Black Tiger's territory!"

Zhang Ling sneered, he knew that "Black Tiger" was testing him.

"Hei Hu, I came here this time to discuss a business deal with you."

"Business?" Black Tiger asked with interest, "What business?"

"It's a batch of supplies from the Japanese, and I want to rob it with you." Zhang Ling said straight to the point.

"Black Tiger" laughed, "Boy, you have quite an appetite! I have been eyeing that batch of supplies for a long time!"

"I know," Zhang Ling said calmly, "So, I want to cooperate with you."

"Cooperation?" Black Tiger narrowed his eyes. "Why do you think I will cooperate with you?"

Zhang Ling's lips curled up into an evil smile, "Just because... I know a secret of yours."

Zhang Ling suddenly hugged Chuntao, with such force that he seemed to rub her into his bones. Chuntao was stunned at first, and then she patted his back gently, like coaxing a child: "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

"Chun Tao, it's great that you're still here..." Zhang Ling's voice was muffled, and trembling with the feeling of surviving a disaster.

He greedily breathed in the faint scent of soapberry on Chuntao's body. This familiar smell made him feel extremely at ease. In his previous life, this scent lingered on his nose and became the deepest torment in his dreams at midnight. But now, this scent is real, and Chuntao is also real.

"Silly boy, what nonsense are you talking about?" Chun Tao gently pushed him away, looked at his pale face, and stroked the cold sweat on his forehead with heartache. "The doctor said you were seriously injured and almost... Fortunately, you are lucky."

Zhang Ling grabbed her hand and placed it on his chest, feeling the warm touch. His heart was beating vigorously, again and again, like a drum. "I'm fine. As long as you are here, I'm fine."

Chun Tao blushed slightly and glared at him angrily: "What are you talking about? There are so many people watching."

Zhang Ling then noticed that there were several Eighth Route Army soldiers in the room, looking at them curiously. He smiled awkwardly and let go of Chuntao's hand.

"Where is the captain?" Zhang Ling suddenly thought of the bearded captain, and a chill rose in his heart.

Chun Tao's expression changed, and she whispered, "The captain...sacrificed."

Zhang Ling's heart was shaken, and an indescribable emotion surged in his heart. In the previous life, the captain was a traitor, the executioner who personally pushed him into hell. But in this life, he became a martyr.

"How did he die?" Zhang Ling's voice was a little hoarse.

Chuntao sighed and told Zhang Ling what happened. It turned out that after Zhang Ling fell unconscious, the Japanese launched a surprise attack, and the captain was alone to cover their retreat, and eventually died heroically.

Hearing this, Zhang Ling felt mixed emotions. He didn't know how to face this fact. The hatred in the last life and the sacrifice in this life made him feel extremely confused and lost.

"Before he died, he asked me to give this to you." Chuntao took out a blood-stained cloth bag from her arms and handed it to Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling opened the cloth bag with trembling hands, and inside was a small jade pendant, which was the token of love he gave to Chuntao.

His eyes were moist, and he held the jade pendant tightly, his heart filled with sorrow and regret. He owed the captain too much.

Over the next few days, Zhang Ling's health gradually recovered, and he began to take the initiative to learn about this "new" world and the Eighth Route Army unit he was in.

The unit was named "Tiger Company" and its commander was a burly man with a full beard named Wang Meng. Wang Meng was generous and brave in battle and was deeply loved by the soldiers.

Zhang Ling discovered that the "Tiger Company" in this world was completely different from what he remembered. The "Tiger Company" in the previous life was a ragtag army with poor discipline and low combat effectiveness. However, the "Tiger Company" in this life was an elite force with strict discipline and bravery in combat.

He vaguely felt that his rebirth seemed to have changed not only his own destiny, but also everything around him.

One night, Zhang Ling sat alone in the yard, looking at the stars in the sky, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

Suddenly, a dark shadow appeared behind him.

"Who?!" Zhang Ling turned around suddenly and stared at the person who came vigilantly.

The man was wearing a black nightgown and his face was covered with a black cloth, revealing only a pair of cold eyes.

"Don't be nervous, I'm here to help you." The black shadow's voice was low and hoarse.

"Who are you? Why are you helping me?" Zhang Ling was full of doubts.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that I know your secret." The shadow's voice carried a hint of mystery.

"My secret?" Zhang Ling was stunned. "What secret do I have?"

The shadow sneered: "You really don't know? You are a reborn person."

Zhang Ling was shocked. He didn't expect that his secret had been discovered.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?" Zhang Ling's voice trembled a little.

The shadow slowly took off the black cloth on his face, revealing a familiar face.

"It's you?!" Zhang Ling looked at the person in front of him in disbelief. It was... Chuntao!

However, although this face is exactly the same as Chuntao's, the eyes are completely different. Chuntao's eyes are always gentle and full of love, while the eyes of this "Chuntao" in front of him are cold and murderous.

"Are you surprised?" A strange smile appeared on the corner of "Chun Tao's" mouth. "Actually, I'm not the real Chun Tao."

"You...who are you?" Zhang Ling felt his brain was in a mess.

"It doesn't matter who I am," Chuntao said coldly, "What's important is that I know your purpose and what you want."

"Do you know my purpose?" Zhang Ling was even more confused.

"Of course," a cold light flashed in Chuntao's eyes, "You want revenge, right?"

Zhang Ling was silent. He didn't know how to answer.

"Chun Tao" walked up to him, stretched out her hand, and gently stroked his cheek, her voice as gentle as the murmur of love: "I can help you, I can let you get everything you want...including revenge..."

Zhang Ling looked at the familiar yet strange face in front of him, and his heart was filled with fear and uneasiness. He felt that he seemed to be involved in a huge conspiracy... and this conspiracy was far more complicated and dangerous than he had imagined...

Zhang Ling suddenly hugged Chun Tao tightly, so hard that she could hardly breathe. Chun Tao was stunned for a moment, then patted his back gently: "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

Zhang Ling then realized his mistake. He let go of his hand and looked at Chuntao's concerned eyes, feeling mixed emotions. The scene of Chuntao's tragic death in the previous life was still vivid in his mind. Now that she was alive in front of him, he felt a sense of unreality.

"It's okay, just... a little happy." Zhang Ling forced a smile to hide his inner turmoil.

"Silly." Chun Tao poked his forehead in a scolding tone, "Okay, you just woke up, take a good rest first, I'll get you something to eat."

Looking at Chuntao's back as she turned and left, Zhang Ling's eyes gradually became fierce. Rebirth gave him a chance for revenge. In this life, he would never let anyone hurt Chuntao again! Including that bearded captain, and... those damn devils!

He looked around. The crude field hospital was filled with the smell of disinfectant. Several wounded soldiers were lying on beds nearby, groaning softly.