Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

"Old man, thank you for saving my life!" Zhang Ling said gratefully.

The old Chinese doctor waved his hand and said, "It is a doctor's duty to save the dying and the wounded. It's a pity for those soldiers, they are all good men."

Zhang Ling was silent. He knew that in this war, not only soldiers were sacrificed, but also countless innocent people.

"Old man, do you know the specific situation of the '731' laboratory?" Zhang Ling asked.

The old Chinese doctor sighed, "Alas, the '731' laboratory is a place where people are eaten! The Japanese devils conducted all kinds of inhumane experiments on living people there. They are totally unscrupulous!"

Zhang Ling was furious when he heard this. He wanted to rush to the "731" laboratory immediately and tear those beasts into pieces!

"Old man, do you know the internal structure of the '731' laboratory? For example, where are their research materials kept? Where are their biological weapons stored?" Zhang Ling asked.

The old Chinese doctor shook his head. "I don't know about this. But I heard that there is a devil named Shiro Ishii in the '731' laboratory. He is the head of the laboratory and the source of all evil!"

"Shiro Ishii!" Zhang Ling remembered this name. He knew that Shiro Ishii was the target of his revenge!

"Lao Hu, let's go to the '731' laboratory!" Zhang Ling said firmly.

The bearded man was stunned. "Captain, there are only two of us now. How can we get in? Besides, the '731' laboratory is heavily guarded. We can't get in at all!"

A cold light flashed in Zhang Ling's eyes, "I have my own way!"

In the next few days, Zhang Ling and Bearded Man secretly lurked near the "731" laboratory, observing the movements in the laboratory and looking for opportunities.

They found that the guards at the "731" laboratory were indeed very strict, with numerous sentries, constant patrols, and a large number of searchlights and barbed wire.

Trying to force your way in would undoubtedly be a death sentence.

"It seems that we can only use our wits to defeat him." Zhang Ling pondered.

By chance, Zhang Ling and Bearded Man discovered that every night, a truck carrying supplies would enter the "731" laboratory.

"Old Hu, look, our chance has come!" Zhang Ling said, pointing at the truck.

The bearded man's eyes lit up, "Captain, what you mean is..."

"That's right!" Zhang Ling nodded, "Let's hijack this truck and sneak into the '731' laboratory!"

It's a daring and dangerous plan, but it's their only hope right now.

One dark night, Zhang Ling and the bearded man ambushed on the road that the truck had to pass.

When the truck passed by, they suddenly rushed out, subdued the driver and escort, then changed into their clothes, drove the truck towards the "731" laboratory.

At the laboratory gate, two guards stopped the truck.

"Password!" a guard shouted.

Zhang Ling's heart was in his throat. He didn't even know what the password was!

At this critical moment, a burst of gunfire suddenly came from the distance.

"What's going on?" The guards suddenly became panicked.

Zhang Ling seized this opportunity, stepped on the accelerator, and the truck rushed into the "731" laboratory...

How will they face the numerous crises in the laboratory? Can they find Shiro Ishii and get their revenge? What unknown secrets are hidden in the laboratory?

Green smoke quickly spread, carrying a pungent fishy smell. The commandos were caught off guard and immediately felt dizzy and had difficulty breathing.

"Poison gas! It's poison gas!" a commando shouted in horror.

Zhang Ling's heart sank suddenly. He didn't expect that the Japanese had stored poison gas bombs in the laboratory.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!" Zhang Ling roared.

However, it's too late.

The green smoke spread quickly, covering the entire laboratory. The commandos fell one after another, struggling in pain.

Zhang Ling endured the burning sensation in his respiratory tract and eyes and ran out desperately. He couldn't die here, he had to avenge his dead brothers!

He stumbled out of the laboratory, only to find that the soldiers outside were also affected by the poison gas. They fell to the ground one by one, groaning in pain.

"Damn it!" Zhang Ling cursed angrily. He knew that the operation had failed.

He staggered to a soldier who was still able to stand, grabbed his shoulder, and asked anxiously: "Where is Xiao Wang? Where is Xiao Wang?"

"Regiment...Regiment Commander...Xiao Wang...he...he..." The soldier spoke intermittently, then fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

Zhang Ling's heart sank to the bottom. He knew that Xiao Wang was probably in danger.

He looked around and saw fallen soldiers everywhere, the air was filled with pungent poisonous gas, and painful groans echoed in his ears.

They lost this battle, completely.

Zhang Ling felt his eyes blurred and his body became heavier and heavier. He fell to his knees helplessly, his heart filled with despair and anger.

"I won't accept this! I won't accept this!" Zhang Ling roared to the sky, his voice hoarse and weak.

At this moment, he suddenly felt his body light, as if his soul had left his body and was floating in the air.

He looked down and saw his body lying quietly on the ground, motionless.

"Am I...am I dead?" Zhang Ling murmured to himself.

Suddenly, a blinding white light appeared before his eyes, and then he felt his body being sucked into it by a powerful force...

……

"Zhang Ling! Zhang Ling! Wake up!"

A familiar voice sounded in his ears, and Zhang Ling slowly opened his eyes.

He found himself lying on a simple wooden bed, and a bearded soldier was looking at him anxiously.

"Old Hu? Is that you?" Zhang Ling asked in surprise.

"Captain, you're finally awake!" the bearded soldier said excitedly, "You've been in a coma for three days!"

Zhang Ling struggled to sit up, feeling a splitting headache.

"Where... where am I?" Zhang Ling asked.

"In our secret base," said the bearded soldier. "That night, we were hit by the Japanese's poison gas bomb. Thanks to the guerrilla comrades who arrived in time and rescued us."

Zhang Ling then remembered what happened before. He suddenly thought of Xiao Wang and asked hurriedly, "Where is Xiao Wang? How is Xiao Wang?"

The bearded warrior's face suddenly darkened, and he whispered, "Xiao Wang...he died..."

Zhang Ling's heart sank suddenly, and a huge sorrow surged into his heart.

"Xiao Wang..." Zhang Ling murmured Xiao Wang's name, his eyes moist.

He and Xiao Wang grew up together, joined the army together, fought together, and were as close as brothers. Now, Xiao Wang sacrificed himself to protect him. How could he accept this?

"Captain, don't be too sad." The bearded soldier comforted him, "Xiao Wang sacrificed his life for our 772nd Regiment and for the great cause of the Anti-Japanese War. He is a hero!"

"Hero..." Zhang Ling repeated these two words, his eyes filled with flames of hatred.

"Little Japs, I must avenge Xiao Wang! I will make you pay for your blood with blood!" Zhang Ling said gritting his teeth, his voice filled with endless murderous intent.

Suddenly, Zhang Ling felt a white light flash in his mind, and some unfamiliar fragments of memory flooded into his mind.

These memory fragments are disorganized, but one memory is particularly clear: a small island officer in a white coat, holding a scalpel, was performing an inhumane experiment on a civilian who was tied to an operating table...

"Unit 731..." Zhang Ling muttered to himself, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

He suddenly realized that he was reborn and returned to 1937, to the eve of the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War.

This time, he not only has to avenge Xiao Wang, but also has to stop the atrocities of Unit 731 and save those innocent people!

"Old Hu," Zhang Ling looked at the bearded soldier, his eyes gleaming with determination, "Our 772nd Regiment is going to do something big!"

The bearded warrior looked at Zhang Ling and suddenly felt an inexplicable excitement and anticipation in his heart.

"Captain, tell me what to do!"

Just then, there was a rapid knock on the door...

"Come in!" Zhang Ling said in a deep voice.

The door was pushed open and a thin soldier ran in with an anxious look on his face.

"Report to the commander! The Japanese...the large Japanese force is coming towards us! They will arrive in about...about an hour!" The young soldier reported breathlessly, his face pale, obviously very frightened.

"Damn it! The Japanese have a very sharp nose!" Lao Hu cursed, his thick eyebrows twisted into a knot, "Captain, we have to move quickly!"

Zhang Ling was unusually calm, his mind working rapidly. Unit 731... If I remember correctly, one of their important experimental bases is nearby!

"What are you panicking about!" Zhang Ling slammed the table, his eyes gleaming, "The Japanese have come to our doorstep, just in time! We in the 772nd Regiment haven't had meat for a long time!"

Old Hu and the young soldier were stunned. Although Zhang Ling was brave in the past, he was never reckless. Why was he...

"Lao Hu, take your men to set up the explosives and pull out the Italian cannons we captured earlier! Then ambush them on the road the Japs must take!"

"Italian cannon? Commander, that thing... isn't very reliable..." Lao Hu was a little hesitant. Those cannons were antiques, and it was even a question whether they could fire.

"We have to use it even if it's unreliable! Let's do something big! I'm going to let the Japanese have a taste of Italian artillery!" A hint of madness flashed in Zhang Ling's eyes. The scene of the annihilation of the 772nd Regiment in his previous life was still vivid in his mind. In this life, he was going to make the Japanese pay the price in blood!

"Yes! Captain!" Lao Hu no longer hesitated. He knew that Zhang Ling had made up his mind.

"And you," Zhang Ling looked at the young soldier, "go and notify all the brothers who can fight, and gather them together! Even if you have to hold fire sticks, you must fight the Japanese to the end!"

"Yes!" The young soldier saluted in a not-so-standard military manner, turned around and ran out.

Watching the two leave, Zhang Ling took a deep breath and suppressed his excitement. 731, here I come!

……

An hour later, the Japanese vanguard entered the ambush circle of the 772nd Regiment.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the Italian artillery ambushed on the roadside opened fire first. A shell landed accurately in the center of the Japanese team, creating a bloody mist.

Immediately afterwards, dense gunfire rang out, and the soldiers of the 772nd Regiment rushed out from all directions, pouncing on the Japanese like tigers descending from the mountains.

"Damn! There's an ambush!" the Japanese commander shouted in panic, but it was too late.

The soldiers of the 772nd Regiment were all red-eyed. Although the weapons in their hands were simple, the hatred in their hearts burned like a raging fire.

"For Xiao Wang! For our dead brothers! Kill!" Lao Hu waved a big knife and rushed to the front like a killing god.

Zhang Ling held a captured Kojima sword in his hand, and his figure shuttled across the battlefield like a ghost. With every slash of his sword, a Japanese soldier would fall down.

The memory fragments in his mind became his most deadly weapon at this moment. He knew the tactics of the devils, he knew the weaknesses of the devils, he even knew the name of the devil commander!