Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Chiyoko gently pressed his shoulders to stop him from getting up: "Your body is very weak, you can't move. Mieko...she is dead."

"Dead?" Zhang Ling was stunned. "How did he die?"

Chiyoko's eyes flickered and she whispered, "She...she committed suicide. She regretted betraying you."

Zhang Ling felt a complex emotion. He was angry, but also a little sorry. He had trusted Mieko so much that he even had a strange feeling for her.

"Why did she betray me?" he muttered to himself.

Chiyoko shook her head: "I don't know. Maybe... maybe she has some difficulties."

Zhang Ling was silent. He felt his head was dizzy and his chest was aching more and more. He closed his eyes and wanted to fall asleep again.

However, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: Is Mieko's death really as simple as Chiyo said?

He suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Chiyoko: "You are lying to me! Mieko can't commit suicide!"

Chiyoko's face changed, and a trace of panic flashed in her eyes: "You...what are you talking about? Why would I lie to you?"

Zhang Ling grabbed Chiyoko's wrist with amazing force: "Tell me the truth! How did Mieko die!"

Chiyoko was startled by his sudden action, and her wrist was pinched so hard that it hurt. She struggled to pull her hand back, but she couldn't get away.

"You...you hurt me..." she said in a crying voice.

Zhang Ling's eyes became cold and sharp, stabbing at Chiyoko like a blade: "I'll say it again, tell me the truth!"

Chiyoko was frightened by his sharp eyes and trembled all over. Tears could not stop flowing down. She bit her lip and finally said, "I...I..."

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the door. Then, the door was suddenly pushed open, and several island soldiers in military uniforms rushed in.

"Miss Chiyoko, are you okay?" a soldier asked anxiously.

When Chiyo saw the soldier, she felt like she had seen a savior. She quickly broke free from Zhang Ling's hand and hid behind the soldier.

"He...he wants to kill me..." She pointed at Zhang Ling and said in a trembling voice.

The soldiers immediately surrounded Zhang Ling and pointed their guns at his head.

Zhang Ling looked at the scene in front of him, and suddenly a strong sense of uneasiness surged in his heart. He felt as if he had fallen into a huge trap, and the mastermind behind all this was the seemingly weak woman in front of him - Chiyoko.

"What...what are you going to do?" he asked with forced calmness.

A soldier sneered, "What? Kill you, of course!"

At this moment, Chiyoko suddenly said, "Wait! Don't kill him yet..." She walked in front of Zhang Ling with a strange smile on her face, "I have one last question to ask him..."

Zhang Ling felt a sharp burning pain, as if his soul was being torn apart. He struggled to open his eyes, but found that his eyelids were as heavy as if they were filled with lead. There was a buzzing in his ears, and the world seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog.

“Dead...?” He uttered a few words with difficulty, his voice so weak that it was almost inaudible.

His consciousness drifted in the darkness, as if he was falling into a bottomless abyss. He vaguely felt the existence of his body, but he could not control it. Is this what death feels like? He was unwilling to accept this. The flame of revenge had not yet been extinguished. How could he die like this?

Suddenly, a powerful force pulled him back, and he suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for breath.

"Are you awake?" A crisp voice sounded in his ears.

Zhang Ling turned around and saw Mieko sitting next to him, holding a bowl of steaming medicine. She had a trace of worry on her face, but her eyes were unusually calm, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with her.

"You..." Zhang Ling wanted to question her, but found his throat dry and couldn't make a sound.

Mieko handed the medicine to him and said, "Drink some first."

Zhang Ling hesitated for a moment, then took the medicine bowl and drank it all. The medicine was bitter, but it made him feel a little warm.

"Why?" He finally found his voice, his tone full of confusion and anger.

Mieko smiled faintly: "Why? Don't you understand yet?"

Zhang Ling looked at her, his eyes gradually becoming colder: "You approached me on purpose, right?"

Mieko did not deny it: "From the beginning, I knew who you were and your purpose."

"Then why are you still helping me?" Zhang Ling asked puzzledly.

"Helping you?" Mieko sneered, "I'm helping myself. Do you think I would really betray my country and my father?"

Zhang Ling was silent. He finally understood that he had fallen into the trap set by Mieko from the very beginning.

"You used me to destroy the Japanese military facilities. What do you want to do now?"

Mieko stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the night sky outside: "I want you to see with your own eyes how your country and your compatriots are conquered by us."

A strong anger surged in Zhang Ling's heart. He struggled to stand up, but found that his body was still weak.

Mieko turned around and looked down at him: "Don't waste your energy. You are my prisoner now."

She walked to the door and stopped: "Oh, I forgot to tell you that your companions have been captured by us."

Zhang Ling's heart sank suddenly, and a feeling of despair surged in his heart.

Mieko curled her lips into a cruel smile: "Enjoy the days ahead, Zhang Ling." After that, she turned and left, leaving Zhang Ling struggling alone in the dark.

He gritted his teeth, his heart filled with the flame of hatred. He swore that even at any cost, he would escape and take revenge on Mieko and the Japanese army!

Suddenly, he felt a burning sensation in his chest, and when he looked down, he saw a jade pendant emitting a faint golden light. This was a relic left to him by his mother, and he had been wearing it close to his body.

He clenched the jade pendant tightly, and a warm current flowed through his body, filling his originally weak body with strength. He stood up suddenly, walked to the window, and looked into the distance.

"The game has just begun, Mieko," he whispered, a cold gleam in his eyes.

At this moment, he heard a noisy sound coming from outside the door, as if someone was approaching. He was moved, could it be...

He held his breath and waited quietly...

Zhang Ling felt a sharp burning pain, and his consciousness seemed to fall into a bottomless whirlpool. He heard Mieko's cold voice, like a death knell from hell. He tried hard to open his eyes, but found that his eyelids were as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

"Damn woman..." He cursed with his last bit of strength, and then fell into endless darkness.

When he woke up again, he found himself lying on a simple wooden bed. His whole body was sore and his chest was burning with pain. He struggled to sit up and looked around. This was a shabby thatched house with a strong smell of herbs in the air.

An old woman in a coarse linen dress came over, holding a bowl of dark medicine in her hand. "Awake? You're lucky, boy." The old woman said in a hoarse voice, handing the bowl of medicine to him.

Zhang Ling took the medicine bowl, and a pungent smell rushed to his head. He suppressed his nausea and drank it in one gulp. The medicine soup was bitter and hard to swallow, like swallowing a piece of burning charcoal.

"Where is this?" Zhang Ling asked.

"Ping'an Village," the old woman replied. "You were unconscious for three days and three nights. If I hadn't picked you up from the river, you would have been fed to the fish."

Riverside? Zhang Ling tried hard to recall what happened before he fell into a coma. Mieko... dagger... secret base... He suddenly remembered that cold smile and the sharp pain in his chest.

"That woman..." Zhang Ling said gritting his teeth.

The old woman sighed and said, "When will the cycle of revenge end? Young man, let go of your hatred."

Let go of hatred? How is it possible! Zhang Ling's heart was burning with anger. He was betrayed, deceived, and abandoned. How could he let go of hatred? Mieko, he must make her pay the price!

"Thank you for saving me, old man." Zhang Ling took a deep breath and suppressed his anger. "I want to know, what time is it now?"

"The 33rd year of the Republic of China." The old woman replied.

The thirty-third year of the Republic of China? Zhang Ling was stunned. It was clearly 2023 before he traveled through time, how could it become the thirty-third year of the Republic of China? Could it be that... he traveled through time again?

This is impossible! He was clearly dead, how could he come back to life? And travel to another time and space?

Could it be that he was not dead at all? The wound on his chest… Zhang Ling lifted up his clothes and found only a shallow scar on his chest. The wound caused by the dagger had healed miraculously.

He touched the scar, and a strange power surged into his body. This power was warm and strong, making him feel full of vitality.

What exactly is going on?

In the next few days, Zhang Ling recovered from his injuries in Ping'an Village. He learned from the old woman that the village was located deep in the mountains and isolated from the outside world. The villagers lived a self-sufficient life and knew nothing about the outside world.

Zhang Ling felt strange and curious about everything in this era. He began to learn the language and culture of this era. He found that this era was full of war and poverty, and the people lived in dire straits.

An idea gradually emerged in his mind: since God gave him a second life, he must change this era and let people live a happy life.

He began to teach the villagers some modern knowledge and skills, such as planting techniques, medical knowledge, etc. The villagers respected him very much and called him "miracle doctor".

One day, a man in military uniform came to Ping'an Village. He claimed to be an officer of the National Army and was ordered to recruit soldiers.

Zhang Ling looked at the officer and suddenly had a bold idea in his mind... He decided to join the national army and use his modern knowledge and skills to help the country defeat the invaders and end the war.

However, he didn't know that his decision would completely change his fate and the direction of this era...

Just as Zhang Ling was about to accept the officer's recruitment, he suddenly felt a palpitation and an ominous premonition came to his mind. He turned his head sharply and looked towards the direction of the village entrance.

A familiar figure appeared there.

Mieko.

She was wearing a black kimono, with a cold smile on her face, and walked towards him step by step.

"Long time no see, Zhang Ling."

Zhang Ling felt a violent tearing sensation, as if his soul was being pulled out of his body. He saw his body lying in a pool of blood, and Mieko's cold face had a hint of a triumphant smile. He felt angry, humiliated, and deeply regretful. He had wrongly trusted Mieko and misjudged the evil of human nature.

But death is not the end.

When he woke up again, he found himself in an unfamiliar environment. There were dilapidated earth walls, dim light, and a pungent smell of medicine in the air. An old man in coarse clothes was sitting beside his bed, smoking a pipe.

"Awake?" The old man glanced at him, no emotion visible in his cloudy eyes.

Zhang Ling struggled to sit up, feeling sore all over and dizzy. "Where is this?"

"Old Li's clinic," the old man blew out a puff of smoke, "you are lucky, you are lucky to have survived."