Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

"More than a hundred people..." Zhang Ling's eyes flashed with a cold light, "You really think highly of our 772nd Regiment!"

"Captain, what should we do?" Xiao Li asked anxiously, "We can't stop them with just the number of people we have!"

Zhang Ling sneered, "Can't stop them? I'm going to stop them for them to see! I want to see what these little devils are capable of!"

He turned around and shouted to the soldiers behind him: "Brothers! The devils are coming again! They want to flatten our homes and massacre our compatriots! Can we agree to this?"

"No!" The soldiers roared in unison, their voices shaking the earth.

"Okay! Then let these little devils know that our 772nd Regiment is not to be trifled with! Pick up your weapons and fight your way out with me!"

Zhang Ling led the way and rushed out of the yard, followed by the soldiers, each one like a tiger descending from a mountain, rushing towards the invading Japanese army with great momentum.

A fierce battle broke out instantly. The sound of gunfire, artillery fire, and shouts of killing resounded throughout the valley. Although the soldiers of the 772nd Regiment were small in number and poorly equipped, they were in high spirits and fought bravely, repelling the Japanese attacks time and time again.

Zhang Ling held a Mauser pistol in his hand, moving across the battlefield like the god of death. His shooting was so accurate that every shot could take the life of an enemy.

The Japanese commander was furious when he saw this scene. He ordered to concentrate firepower and attack the position of the 772nd Regiment.

The shells rained down like raindrops, and the position of the 772nd Regiment was instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire. The soldiers suffered heavy casualties and the position was in danger.

"Captain! We can't hold on any longer! Let's retreat!" Old Hu, covered in blood, ran to Zhang Ling and shouted anxiously.

Zhang Ling grabbed Lao Hu by the collar and shouted, "Retreat? Where to retreat? Behind us are our homes and our compatriots! Can we retreat?"

"But..." Old Hu wanted to say something but was interrupted by Zhang Ling.

"No buts! Hold on! Even if I die, I will die on the battlefield!"

Zhang Ling pushed Lao Hu away and rushed into the smoke-filled battlefield again. He shot at the enemy recklessly like a madman.

At this moment, a bullet hit Zhang Ling's chest. He groaned, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.

"Captain!" Upon seeing this, Old Hu rushed forward and supported Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling covered his chest, blood gushing out from between his fingers. His face was pale, his breathing was rapid, but he still held the revolver tightly in his hand, refusing to let go.

"Old Hu... cough cough..." Zhang Ling said with difficulty, "I... I don't think I can do it anymore..."

"Captain! Don't talk! I'll take you to see a doctor right now!" Lao Hu shouted anxiously.

Zhang Ling shook his head and said with his last bit of strength: "No... no need... cough cough... tell the brothers... they must... must hold on... cough cough..."

After saying this, Zhang Ling slowly closed his eyes and the revolver in his hand fell to the ground.

"Captain!!!" Old Hu hugged Zhang Ling's body and burst into tears...

At this moment, a figure appeared silently at the edge of the battlefield. It was a woman from the island wearing a military uniform, holding a document with the words "Experimental Plan" written on it...

She looked at everything on the battlefield coldly, with a strange smile on her lips.

"772nd Regiment... Zhang Ling... Hehe... Really interesting..."

On the battlefield filled with gunpowder, Lao Hu held Zhang Ling's body, grief-stricken. The soldiers around him were all red-eyed, holding their guns and shooting at the Japanese army frantically, as if to vent all the grief and anger in their hearts.

The island woman approached slowly, ignoring the flying bullets, as if she was in another world. She squatted down, carefully examined Zhang Ling's wound, and then looked through his ID.

"Zhang Ling... the head of the 772nd Regiment..." She whispered softly, with a hint of amusement in her eyes, "It's him..."

She stood up and said to the island soldiers behind her: "Take him back. I want to study him carefully."

Several soldiers from the small island immediately stepped forward and carried Zhang Ling's body away. Seeing this, Lao Hu wanted to stop them, but was stopped by other soldiers from the small island.

"Captain! Commander!" Old Hu roared in despair and watched Zhang Ling's body being taken away.

The woman on the island ignored Lao Hu's wailing and turned away from the battlefield. She held the "experimental plan" in her hand, her heart full of expectations.

……

When Zhang Ling woke up again, he found himself lying on a cold operating table. The dazzling white light shone into his eyes, making him feel uncomfortable.

He struggled to sit up, but found that he couldn't move. He looked down and found that his chest was wrapped in bandages, and he felt a sharp pain.

"Are you awake?" a cold voice sounded.

Zhang Ling turned his head and saw a woman from the island wearing a white coat standing beside him. She was holding a scalpel in her hand, and her eyes were full of indifference.

"Who are you?" Zhang Ling asked with difficulty.

"I'm Mieko Tanaka, the person in charge here." Mieko Tanaka said calmly, "I'm glad you're still alive."

"Alive?" Zhang Ling sneered, "I'd rather die!"

"Don't say that, Captain Zhang." Tanaka Mieko walked up to Zhang Ling and gently slashed his cheek with a scalpel. "You are a precious experimental subject. How can you die so easily?"

"Experimental subject?" Zhang Ling was shocked. "What do you want to do?"

"Haha..." Tanaka Mieko smiled, "Don't worry, you will know soon."

Mieko Tanaka turned and left the operating room, leaving Zhang Ling lying alone on the cold operating table.

Zhang Ling's heart was filled with fear and anxiety. He didn't know what Mieko Tanaka was going to do to him, but he knew that it was definitely not a good thing.

……

In the next few days, Zhang Ling had to endure various experiments every day. Mieko Tanaka kept injecting him with various drugs to observe his reactions.

Zhang Ling's body became weaker and weaker, but he never gave in. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain that ordinary people could hardly imagine.

He knew that he could not die, he must live, for his brothers, for his country, and for revenge!

……

A month later, Zhang Ling's body finally recovered a little, and Mieko Tanaka came to him again.

"Captain Zhang, congratulations, you passed our experiment." Mieko Tanaka said with a smile.

"Experiment?" Zhang Ling snorted coldly, "What on earth did you do to me?"

"Hehe..." Tanaka Mieko smiled, "We just made some small modifications to you."

"Renovation?" Zhang Ling's heart sank. "What renovation?"

Mieko Tanaka did not answer, but clapped her hands.

Two island soldiers came in and placed a mirror in front of Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling looked at himself in the mirror and was stunned.

The man in the mirror had completely changed. His skin had turned blue-gray, his eyes had turned blood red, a pair of sharp horns had grown on his head, and a long tail had grown behind him.

He... turned into a monster!

"This...what's going on?" Zhang Ling asked in horror.

"Haha..." Mieko Tanaka said with a smile, "This is the result of our experiment. We turned you into a super soldier!"

"Super soldier?" Zhang Ling gritted his teeth and said, "You are a bunch of beasts!"

"Don't get excited, Captain Zhang." Tanaka Mieko walked up to Zhang Ling and stroked his cheek. "You are no longer an ordinary person. You have great power. You can easily kill your enemies."

"My enemies?" Zhang Ling's eyes flashed with a cold light, "My enemies are you little island devils!"

"Haha..." Tanaka Mieko smiled, "Really? Then we'll wait and see."

……

Mieko Tanaka took Zhang Ling to a training ground, where various weapons were placed.

"Captain Zhang, now you can fully exert your strength." said Mieko Tanaka.

Zhang Ling picked up a samurai sword and chopped at a scarecrow.

"Shh!"

The samurai sword cut through the air with a sharp whistling sound, and the scarecrow was instantly split in half.

A gleam of excitement flashed in Zhang Ling's eyes. He felt full of power, as if he could destroy everything.

He swung the katana again, slashing at the other scarecrows.

"Shh! Shh! Shh!"

The scarecrows were chopped down to the ground one by one.

A ferocious smile appeared on Zhang Ling's face.

He knew that his road to revenge had just begun...

Next, how will Mieko Tanaka use Zhang Ling? How will Zhang Ling start his revenge plan? Stay tuned!

When the smoke cleared, all that remained on the battlefield were corpses and the pungent smell of blood. Old Hu held Zhang Ling's cold body, grief-stricken, with Zhang Ling's last words echoing in his ears: "Hold on... You must hold on..."

The woman from the island slowly approached. She squatted down gracefully and gently flipped the wound on Zhang Ling's chest with her white-gloved fingers. Her eyes were full of curiosity and excitement.

"What a pity, such a strong body, died like this." She said to herself, then stood up and ordered the few island soldiers behind her: "Take his body back, I want to study it carefully."

The soldiers on the island looked at each other, and one of them asked timidly: "Major, this... this is not a good idea, right? What if..."

"What if?" The woman glanced at him coldly, "What if he resurrects? Or what if his spirit comes back for revenge? You are a bunch of cowards!"

The soldiers on the island were so frightened that they dared not speak any more. They quickly stepped forward and lifted up Zhang Ling's body. The woman looked at their departing backs with a strange smile on her face.

"772nd Regiment... Zhang Ling... Hehe... Your nightmare has just begun..."

……

Zhang Ling opened his eyes suddenly, and the severe pain made him gasp. He found himself lying on a simple wooden bed, covered with a rough blanket.

"I... I'm not dead?" Zhang Ling sat up in surprise and looked around. This was a shabby earthen house with a few faded New Year paintings hanging on the wall and a faint smell of herbs in the room.

A white-haired old lady came over with a bowl of steaming medicine in her hand.

"Are you awake?" The old lady smiled kindly, "How do you feel?"

"I... I'm fine." Zhang Ling took the medicine bowl and asked doubtfully, "Where is this? Who saved me?"

"This is my hometown village. I saved you." The old lady sat down next to him. "You fainted at the entrance of the village that day. I happened to be passing by and brought you back."

Zhang Ling tried hard to recall what had happened before: the fierce battle, the severe pain in his chest, Lao Hu’s crying... Was all this just a dream?

"Old man, what time is it now?" Zhang Ling asked.

"It's the 30th year of the Republic of China. Are you confused due to the fever?" The old lady looked at him with concern.

1941? Zhang Ling was shocked. Was he reborn? Was he back to the Anti-Japanese War?