Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Zhang Ling pushed open the bedroom door and walked in.

The bedroom was dark, with only moonlight streaming in through the window, illuminating the room's furnishings.

Ling Yun was lying on the bed sleeping, unaware of the danger coming.

Zhang Ling walked to the bedside and looked down at the sleeping Ling Yun, with cold murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

He slowly raised the dagger in his hand...

At this moment, Ling Yun on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

There was a strange red light flashing in his eyes...

The black rune light faded away, and Zhang Ling felt an unprecedented power surging in his body, as if he could split mountains and crack rocks. He looked down at his hands, and his originally thin arms became strong and powerful, with black lines flowing faintly under his skin, like dormant poisonous snakes.

"How does it feel?" Ye Mei's voice was a little seductive, as dangerous as a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

Zhang Ling clenched his fists, feeling the surging power in his body, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Ling Yun, your death is coming!"

Ye Mei nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, from now on, you are a member of the 'Avengers'. Your code name is - Black Crow."

In the following days, Zhang Ling began a hellish training. Ye Mei arranged for him the most cruel instructor in the alliance - a one-eyed, scarred man known as "Mad Lion". The training method of the Mad Lion was simple and crude, but extremely effective. He pushed Zhang Ling to the limit, breaking through his physical and psychological defenses again and again.

Zhang Ling struggled in pain and was reborn in despair. He learned various fighting skills, mastered the use of various weapons, and even mastered some dark magic. He became cold and ruthless, like a shadow of a night demon, with only one goal in mind - revenge!

A year later, Zhang Ling completed all the training. He was reborn and became a true Avenger.

"Are you ready, Black Crow?" Ye Mei stood in front of Zhang Ling, with a strange light flashing in his eyes.

"Always be prepared." Zhang Ling's voice was low and hoarse, like a devil from hell.

"Very good. Your first mission is to assassinate Ling Yun's confidant, Zhao Kun."

Zhao Kun, Ling Yun's right-hand man, is insidious, cunning, cruel and ruthless. He is Ling Yun's most capable assistant.

"I will make him live a life worse than death." A cold light flashed in Zhang Ling's eyes.

Ye Mei handed Zhang Ling a black dagger with strange runes carved on it, emitting a cold aura.

"This dagger is called 'Soul Eater'. It will absorb the soul of the enemy and make you stronger."

Zhang Ling took the dagger, it felt cold to the touch, as if he was holding a piece of ice.

He left the castle and disappeared into the night.

......

Zhao Kun's mansion is heavily guarded and has many guards, so ordinary people cannot get close at all.

But for Zhang Ling, this was not a problem at all. He moved through the darkness like a ghost, easily avoiding all the guards and sneaking into Zhao Kun's bedroom.

Zhao Kun was sleeping soundly and had no idea of ​​the danger coming.

Zhang Ling walked to the bed, raised the Soul-Devouring Dagger, aimed it at Zhao Kun's heart, and stabbed it hard.

"Ah!" Zhao Kun let out a scream and woke up in shock.

He saw a man in black standing beside the bed, holding a bloody dagger in his hand.

"You...who are you?" Zhao Kun asked in horror.

"I'm here to take your life!" Zhang Ling said coldly.

He raised the dagger again and stabbed Zhao Kun's throat.

Zhao Kun struggled desperately and tried to resist, but his strength seemed so small in front of Zhang Ling.

The dagger pierced his throat and blood gushed out.

Zhao Kun widened his eyes, which were filled with fear and unwillingness. He wanted to say something, but he could no longer make a sound.

His body twitched a few times and then he died.

Zhang Ling pulled out the dagger, and the runes on the dagger flashed with strange light, absorbing Zhao Kun's soul.

He felt a powerful force surging into his body, his body became stronger, and his strength became stronger.

He licked the blood on the dagger and a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Ling Yun, you are next!"

......

Ling Yun was furious when he learned that Zhao Kun had been killed.

He sent his men to search for the murderer everywhere, but to no avail.

Zhang Ling seemed to have evaporated from the face of the earth, disappearing without a trace.

Ling Yun was filled with anxiety, for he knew that a terrible enemy was lurking in the dark, ready to give him a fatal blow at any time.

He strengthened the guard of his mansion, stayed at home and rarely went out, not daring to go out easily.

However, all this is in vain.

On a dark and windy night, Zhang Ling appeared in Ling Yun's mansion again.

This time, he no longer hid his whereabouts, but walked in openly.

The guards spotted Zhang Ling and drew their swords to attack him.

"kill him!"

Zhang Ling sneered, pulled out the soul-devouring dagger, and rushed into the crowd.

He was like a tiger among a flock of sheep, invincible.

The dagger was swung and blood splattered.

Screams and roars intertwined together, echoing through the night sky.

In less than a moment, all the guards were killed by Zhang Ling.

He was covered in blood, like a hellish Asura, and walked towards Ling Yun's bedroom step by step...

The strong smell of blood and sweat filled the air in the Sakata Brigade Headquarters. Sakata Nobutsu was wrapped in blood-stained bandages, looking pale, like a sick chicken with its internal organs emptied. The battle of Cangyun Ridge had caused him heavy losses, and the victory he thought was within his grasp had turned into a nightmare.

"Report to the regiment commander, the Chinese army's resistance is getting weaker and weaker, and we will soon be able to take over the entire Cangyun Ridge!" A Japanese officer reported excitedly, completely unaware of Sakata Nobutsu's gloomy face.

"Baka! The resistance is getting weaker and weaker?" Sakata Nobutsu suddenly threw the teacup in his hand to the ground, and the fragments flew everywhere. "Didn't you see their mortar? That's the symbol of the 772nd Regiment! They are still resisting stubbornly!"

The Japanese officer shuddered with fear and lowered his head quickly: "Hey! Your Excellency the commander is wise!"

Sakata Nobutsu rubbed his temples, feeling dizzy. He always felt that something was wrong. Although the resistance of the 772nd Regiment was tenacious, there was an eerie calmness, like the calm before the storm, which made him feel uneasy.

......

On the other side, Zhang Ling, with the remaining dozen soldiers, crouched down, quickly crossed a pile of rocks, and ran towards the fork in the road guarded by Li Dazhuang.

"Battalion Commander, where are we going?" Xu Erniu asked breathlessly, the wounds on his body still aching slightly.

"Go give that old devil Sakata a big gift!" Zhang Ling grinned, revealing a row of white teeth.

"What kind of gift is that?" Xu Erniu looked confused.

"One shot, a great gift that will kill but not bury!" Zhang Ling said mysteriously.

Xu Erniu was confused, but looking at Zhang Ling's confident look, he chose to believe his battalion commander.

They soon arrived at a fork in the road. Li Dazhuang was hiding behind a huge rock, vigilantly observing the situation around him.

"Da Zhuang, what's the situation?" Zhang Ling asked.

"Report to the battalion commander, everything is normal and the Japs haven't discovered us yet!" Li Dazhuang stood at attention and saluted.

Zhang Ling nodded and pointed to a hillside not far away: "See that place? I'll set up the mortar there later. You'll be on guard. If any enemy soldiers get close, open fire immediately!"

"Yes!" Li Dazhuang took the order and left.

Zhang Ling then commanded the soldiers to set up the only remaining mortar on the hillside and adjust the angle and range.

He took a deep breath, squinted one eye, and carefully observed the position of the Sakata Regiment through the sight.

From the bird's-eye view, the Sakata Regiment's position is clearly visible, and even the places where the Japanese defecated and urinated can be seen clearly.

A sneer appeared on Zhang Ling's lips. He knew that the end of the Sakata Corps was approaching.

......

Inside the Sakata Brigade Headquarters, Sakata Nobutsu was still frowning, and the uneasiness in his heart was growing stronger and stronger.

"Report to the regiment commander, we have found the Chinese army's mortar position!" A Japanese officer ran in in a panic.

"Where?" Nobutsu Sakata stood up suddenly.

"It's on the hillside west of our position!"

Nobutsu Sakata walked to the map, looked at it carefully, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"Damn it! They want to blow up the coal mine!" He finally understood the intention of the 772nd Regiment.

"Order the artillery immediately to destroy their mortars!" Sakata Nobutsu shouted at the top of his lungs.

However, it was too late.

"Fire!" Zhang Ling gave the order.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the artillery shells cut through the sky and landed accurately on a hillside not far from the Sakata Regiment's position.

"Boom!" Another loud noise was heard, and the second shell followed closely and hit the target again.

The soil on the hillside collapsed instantly, revealing the dark coal mine underneath.

A pungent smell of gas filled the air.

Nobutsu Sakata's face turned pale, he knew that everything was over.

......

Zhang Ling looked at the thick smoke rising in the distance and a sneer appeared on his lips.

"Brothers, retreat!" He gave an order and quickly evacuated the hillside with the remaining soldiers.

Shortly after they left, a deafening roar was heard, shaking the entire Cangyun Ridge.

Immediately afterwards, a huge fireball erupted from the bottom of the hill and soared into the sky.

The shock wave generated by the explosion flattened everything around it.

The Sakata Regiment was completely wiped out.

......

On the smoke-filled battlefield, a figure slowly stood up.

His body was charred, his clothes were tattered, and his face was covered in blood, but his eyes were unusually bright.

"I, Zhang Ling, am back!"

He howled to the sky, his voice filled with resentment and anger.

He traveled through time not to survive, but for revenge!

He will make everyone who has hurt him pay the price!

At this moment, he suddenly felt a sharp pain, his eyes went dark, and he fainted again.

When he woke up again, he found himself lying in a simple cave, surrounded by several unfamiliar faces.

"Are you awake?" a gentle voice came.

Zhang Ling turned his head and saw a young woman looking at him with concern.

The woman had pretty features and a gentle temperament, which reminded him of his lover in his previous life.

"Who are you?" Zhang Ling asked.

"I'm a villager here, my name is Xiao Cui." The woman said softly, "We saw you fainted at the foot of the mountain, so we rescued you."

Zhang Ling struggled to sit up, feeling sore and weak all over.

"Thank you for saving me," he said gratefully.

"You're welcome." Xiao Cui said with a smile, "Are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat."

After saying that, Xiao Cui turned and left.

Zhang Ling looked at Xiao Cui's departing back, and suddenly an inexplicable warmth surged in his heart.

In this strange world, he finally found a place to rely on.