Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

He tried hard to recall the past, but only some fragments flashed through his mind: the brutal training, the bloody battlefield, and the island woman with cold eyes...

"Captain, are you okay?" Lao Hu asked with concern.

Zhang Ling shook his head. "I'm fine. I just... remembered some things from the past."

He didn't want to tell Lao Hu about the "experimental subject" because he was afraid that Lao Hu couldn't bear the blow. All the brothers in the 772nd Regiment had died, and now only he and Lao Hu were left. He had to be strong and protect Lao Hu and himself.

"Captain, I found some food." Lao Hu walked in from outside with some wild fruits and vegetables in his hands.

Zhang Ling took the food and ate a few bites reluctantly, but found it tasteless. All he could think about now was how to get revenge and how to escape the Japanese army's pursuit.

"Old Hu, we can't hide here forever." Zhang Ling said, "We must find a way to leave here, find other anti-Japanese teams, and continue fighting."

Lao Hu nodded and said, "Captain, you are right. We can't just give up like this."

"Let's explore the road first to see if there are any traces of Japanese troops nearby." Zhang Ling said.

They left the mountain village carefully and walked down the mountain along the mountain road. Along the way, they remained highly vigilant for fear of being discovered by the Japanese army.

After walking for a while, they came to a stream. Zhang Ling stopped, bent down, scooped up some water from the stream and drank a few sips.

"Captain, look!" Lao Hu suddenly pointed forward and said.

Zhang Ling looked in the direction that Lao Hu pointed and saw a dilapidated temple not far away.

"Let's go there and take a look." Zhang Ling said.

They arrived at the ruined temple and found the door ajar. Zhang Ling gently pushed the door open and walked in.

The temple was in a state of disrepair, with dust and cobwebs everywhere. In the center of the temple, there was a broken Buddha statue.

"It seems that no one has been here for a long time." said Lao Hu.

"Shh!" Zhang Ling suddenly made a gesture to keep quiet.

He heard footsteps, someone was coming!

Zhang Ling and Lao Hu quickly hid behind the Buddha statue.

A moment later, several people in ragged clothes walked in.

"Boss, there seems to be no one here." said one of them.

"Be careful, don't let the devils find you." Another man with a rough voice said, "Let's rest here first and leave after dark."

These people look like refugees fleeing from their homes.

Zhang Ling and Lao Hu looked at each other and saw hope in each other's eyes. Perhaps they could get some useful information from these people.

Just as Zhang Ling was about to show up, a noisy sound suddenly came from outside.

"Baga! Search for me!" A sharp voice came from outside, in Japanese!

"It's the Japs!" Lao Hu said in a low voice.

The refugees in the ruined temple suddenly became panicked.

"What should we do? Boss!"

"Don't panic! Let's go out the back door!" said the burly man.

However, it was too late.

A group of Japanese soldiers rushed into the ruined temple and surrounded the refugees.

The leader was the island woman in military uniform, holding the detector in her hand, with the needle pointing in the direction of the Buddha statue.

"Subject 772, you are here after all." A sinister smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Zhang Ling knew that they were exposed.

He clenched the dagger in his hand, ready to fight to the death.

"Lao Hu, I will cover you later and you find a chance to escape." Zhang Ling said in a low voice.

"No, Captain, I want to fight with you!" Lao Hu said firmly.

"Don't be silly. There are only two of us now. We are no match for them at all." Zhang Ling said, "Only if you stay alive can you avenge the brothers of the 772nd Regiment!"

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

"No buts! Follow orders!" Zhang Ling said sternly.

At this moment, the woman from the island suddenly said, "Zhang Ling, do you still remember me?"

Zhang Ling looked at her, and suddenly a picture flashed through his mind: a woman in a white coat, standing in a laboratory full of instruments, performing various experiments on him...

"It's you!" Zhang Ling gritted his teeth and said, "You are the devil who turned me into a test subject!"

"Haha, a test subject? No, you are wrong. You are a masterpiece, a perfect war machine." The woman on the island said, "Your body contains tremendous power. As long as I guide you a little, you can become the most powerful weapon."

"Fuck you!" Zhang Ling roared, rushed out from behind the Buddha statue, and stabbed the woman on the island with the dagger in his hand.

However, the woman on the island was prepared. She dodged Zhang Ling's attack.

"What a pity! You could have been my right-hand man." The island woman sighed. "Since you are so stubborn, don't blame me for being rude."

She waved her hand, and the Japanese soldiers behind her immediately raised their guns and aimed at Zhang Ling and Lao Hu...

At this critical moment, the roof of the dilapidated temple suddenly collapsed, and a figure in a black cloak fell from the sky and landed between Zhang Ling and the island woman...

Zhang Ling clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. Experimental subject? No. 772? These words were like poisonous snakes entwined in his mind, gnawing at his sanity. He tried hard to recall, but all he could remember were endless training, brutal battles, those cold instruments, and the intense pain after the injection of the drug. Those fragments of memory were like broken glass, sharp and chaotic.

"Captain, are you okay?" Old Hu looked at Zhang Ling worriedly. He had never seen Zhang Ling so distraught.

Zhang Ling took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. "It's okay, I just remembered some things from the past." He turned to look at Lao Hu, "Lao Hu, do you remember how we joined the 772nd Regiment?"

Lao Hu scratched his head. "I don't remember so much. I just remember that year when the Japanese invaded the village, everyone in my family was killed. It was you, the regiment commander, who saved me, and then I followed you."

Zhang Ling smiled bitterly. It seemed that Lao Hu's memory was also incomplete. He vaguely remembered that this group of people seemed to have been captured by the islanders from all over the place, and after cruel training and drug transformation, they were turned into war machines.

"Damn islanders!" Zhang Ling pounded the wall hard, and some dust fell off the dilapidated earth wall.

"Captain, what should we do now?" asked Lao Hu.

Zhang Ling's eyes gradually became firm. "Let's leave here first, find a safe place to stay, and then slowly investigate everything."

They packed up their belongings and left the village under the cover of night. Along the way, Zhang Ling was thinking about the meaning of "Experimental Subject No. 772" and the purpose of the mysterious organization.

After walking for two days and two nights, they finally arrived at a small town called Black Stone City. This place was relatively remote and the Japanese army had weak control. They found a shabby inn to stay in, ready to rest first before making plans.

The inn was a hodgepodge of people of all kinds. Zhang Ling and Lao Hu sat in a corner, silently observing the situation around them.

Suddenly, a woman with revealing clothes and heavy makeup came over, twisting her waist, sat down next to Zhang Ling, and said in a coquettish voice: "Uncle, are you alone? Do you want me to have a drink with you?"

Zhang Ling frowned in disgust and was about to refuse when he caught a glimpse of a strange tattoo on the woman's wrist. The tattoo looked like a coiled snake, spitting out its tongue.

Zhang Ling's heart moved, and he asked calmly: "Girl, your tattoo is very special, where did you get it?"

The woman chuckled, "Master, you have a good eye. This is a tattoo unique to Black Stone City. Only those who join the Black Snake Society can get it."

Black Snake Society? Zhang Ling thought to himself, could this organization be related to the islanders?

He pretended to be nonchalant and asked, "Black Snake Society? What does it do?"

The woman approached Zhang Ling and exhaled sweetly, "Master, you don't know this. The Black Snake Society is the largest underground organization in Black Stone City. It has connections with both the black and white worlds. Once you join the Black Snake Society, no one in Black Stone City will dare to bully you."

Zhang Ling's mind moved. Perhaps joining the Black Snake Society could help him find some information about the 772nd Regiment and the mysterious organization.

"Oh? It sounds very impressive. How can I join?" Zhang Ling asked.

The woman smiled charmingly, "As long as you..." She stretched out her finger with bright red nail polish and gently drew a circle on Zhang Ling's chest, "I am willing to pay a small price..."

Zhang Ling grabbed the woman's hand, his eyes cold, "Speak to the point."

The smile on the woman's face froze. She sensed a dangerous aura emanating from Zhang Ling and quickly said, "If you want to join the Black Snake Society, you need to complete a mission."

"What mission?"

"At midnight tonight, go to the mass grave in the west of the city. There will be a contact there who will tell you the specific task." After the woman said this, she quickly withdrew her hand and fled away.

Zhang Ling looked at the woman's back as she left and fell into deep thought. Mass grave in the west of the city? This doesn't sound like a good thing.

"Captain, are we really going?" Lao Hu asked worriedly.

Zhang Ling sneered, "Of course I have to go, maybe I can find some useful clues."

As night fell, Black Stone City was shrouded in an eerie silence. Zhang Ling and Lao Hu quietly came to the mass grave in the west of the city.

The mass grave was filled with a chilly wind and a foul smell. The graves loomed in the darkness like savage monsters.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed out from behind a grave and stood in front of Zhang Ling and Lao Hu.

"Who are you?" the black shadow said in a hoarse voice.

Zhang Ling stepped forward, "We are here to join the Black Snake Society."

The shadow looked Zhang Ling up and down and said, "Words are not enough, what evidence do you have?"

Zhang Ling told the secret code that the woman had told him before.

The shadow nodded, "Follow me."

The shadow led Zhang Ling and Lao Hu to a dilapidated temple. The door of the temple was closed, and there was a shabby plaque hanging on it, with the words "Chenghuang Temple" vaguely recognizable.

The shadow pushed open the temple door, and a cold breath rushed in. The temple was pitch black, and only a few broken statues could be vaguely seen.

"Go in." said the black shadow.

Zhang Ling and Lao Hu looked at each other and walked into the temple.

Suddenly, the temple door slammed shut.

Zhang Ling and Lao Hu were startled and turned around quickly, only to find that several more people had appeared in the temple and surrounded them.

These people were dressed in black, had masks on their faces, and held shining knives in their hands.

The tall man in black at the head said in a deep voice: "Welcome to the Black Snake Club, No. 772..."

Zhang Ling's roar echoed in the dilapidated village house, startling a few sparrows perched on the beams. Old Hu looked at him with a complex expression, both relieved and worried. He was relieved that the head of the regiment had finally come out of his grief; he was worried that their current situation was worse than being stuck in a quagmire.

"Captain, there are only two of us. The only gun we have left is my Hanyang-made gun, and we don't have many bullets left..." Lao Hu touched the shiny butt of the gun in his hand, his voice low.