Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

In the next few months, Zhang Ling led his team to continuously attack the island army's strongholds, causing huge losses to the island army.

His name gradually spread among the island's troops and became a nightmare that terrified them.

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One day, Zhang Ling received an order from his superior to attend an important meeting.

The content of the meeting was about cooperation and joint resistance against Japan.

Zhang Ling was not interested in this. He just wanted to kill the devils and avenge his dead compatriots.

However, military orders were like mountains, and he had to obey.

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After arriving in Yan'an, Zhang Ling met many senior generals, including and.

In the conversations with these people, Zhang Ling gradually changed his view of the United States.

He began to realize that only through cooperation between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party could they truly defeat the island invaders and save the Chinese nation.

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During his time in Yan'an, Zhang Ling also met a girl named Zhao Xiaomei.

Zhao Xiaomei was an actress of the Yan'an Art Troupe. She was beautiful, gentle and kind, and deeply attracted Zhang Ling.

The two soon fell in love.

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However, the good times did not last long.

One day, Zhang Ling received intelligence that the island army was mobilizing heavy troops to launch a large-scale attack on Yan'an.

Zhang Ling knew that the safety of Yan'an was related to the situation of the entire Anti-Japanese War.

He must find a way to stop the island army's attack.

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After some thought, Zhang Ling decided to sneak into the island army headquarters alone and assassinate the highest commander of the island army, General Okamura Neiji!

He knew that this would be a life-threatening operation.

However, in order to protect Yan'an and Zhao Xiaomei, he did not hesitate!

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On a dark night, Zhang Ling disguised himself as an island army soldier and sneaked into the island army headquarters.

He traveled carefully, avoiding all patrols and sentries.

Finally, he arrived at the door of Okamura Neiji's office.

He took a deep breath and then flung the door open...

The person who appeared before him was not Okamura Neiji, but a beautiful woman in kimono!

When the woman saw Zhang Ling, she was stunned for a moment, then she smiled charmingly...

As night fell, thick darkness enveloped the base of the rare book scene like ink. Zhang Ling led his team, moving through the enemy's camp like a ghost. The biting cold wind whistled past, rolling up the fallen leaves on the ground, making a rustling sound, as if it was the whisper of the god of death.

Each of them held their weapons tightly in their hands, and their heartbeats were particularly clear in the silent night. Zhang Ling walked at the front of the team, his eyes as sharp as a hawk, scanning everything around him. He knew the danger of this mission very well, and if he was not careful, the whole army would be wiped out. But there was no fear in his heart, only the burning fire of revenge.

According to the plan made in advance, they quietly approached the residence of the rare book. This is an independent two-story building, surrounded by strict security and guard posts.

Zhang Ling made a gesture, signaling the team members to stop moving forward. He carefully observed the situation around him, and then whispered: "As usual, Group 2 is responsible for dealing with the outposts outside, Group 3 is responsible for cutting off the enemy's communication lines, and Group 1 follows me in to deal with the rare book scene!"

"Yes!" the team members responded in a low voice.

Zhang Ling took a deep breath, then waved his hand suddenly, and the team members rushed out like arrows.

The sound of gunfire, explosions, and shouts instantly broke the tranquility of the night.

Zhang Ling led a team of players and quickly rushed into the rare book's residence. They were unstoppable and killed all the enemies they encountered along the way.

"Rare Books Scene! Your death has come!" Zhang Ling roared and rushed into the room of Rare Books Scene.

In the room, Rare Book was sitting at the table, looking at the documents in his hands. Hearing the noise outside, he raised his head suddenly, with a flash of fear in his eyes.

"Baga! Who are you?"

"I'm going to kill you!" Zhang Ling roared, raised his gun and shot.

Rare Ben reacted quickly and dodged Zhang Ling's bullet. He drew his pistol and started a fierce gun battle with Zhang Ling.

The room was filled with gunshots and sparks of fire. Zhang Ling and Shan Ben were both veterans who had experienced many battles and their marksmanship was very accurate.

Finally, Zhang Ling seized an opportunity and shot Shanben in the chest.

Rare book screamed and fell to the ground.

"Rare Book Scene! Today you have to pay back the blood debt you owe!" Zhang Ling walked in front of Rare Book Scene and looked down at him.

Shanben's eyes were filled with resentment and resentment: "Baga! You Chinese..."

"Shut up!" Zhang Ling stepped on Shanben Yimu's face and forced back the rest of his sentence.

"Tell me, why do you want to invade China? Why do you want to massacre innocent people?" Zhang Ling's voice was as cold as ice.

"Hahaha..." Shanben suddenly laughed, "You inferior Chinese people don't understand what the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere is! We are for..."

"Go to hell!" Zhang Ling didn't want to listen to Shanben Yiji's nonsense anymore, so he shot Shanben Yiji in the head.

After dealing with the rare book scene, Zhang Ling and his team quickly evacuated the enemy's base.

On the way back, Zhang Ling was in an extremely heavy mood. Although he had killed Shanben himself and avenged his dead compatriots, he did not feel the slightest joy in his heart.

He knew this was just the beginning.

There are still many devils he wants to kill...

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After returning to the base, Zhang Ling was commended by his superiors. Li Yunlong patted him on the shoulder and laughed, saying, "Good boy! Well done! The Japanese must be heartbroken now!"

Zhang Ling forced a smile. He knew that Li Yunlong was doing this to make him happy, but the haze in his heart would never go away.

In the following days, Zhang Ling continued to lead his team in a desperate fight with the Japanese invaders. He completed difficult tasks again and again and made great achievements.

However, as the war continued, Zhang Ling gradually realized that he alone could not change the outcome of the war.

He needs more comrades and more powerful forces!

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One day, Zhang Ling received an order from his superiors to go to Yan'an to attend an important meeting.

Zhang Ling felt that this meeting would change his life...

On the way to Yan'an, Zhang Ling met a mysterious woman...

The night was as dark as ink, and it was pitch dark. Zhang Ling led a dozen elite soldiers, moving through the island army base like ghosts. Each of them was dressed in black, with oil paint on their faces, and holding cold weapons tightly in their hands.

The cold wind whistled, rolling up the fallen leaves on the ground, making a rustling sound. Zhang Ling's heartbeat was unusually calm, as if this was just an ordinary night patrol. He took a deep breath, feeling the bloody smell in the air, and he knew that tonight would be a bloody battle.

"Group one, group two, follow me. Group three will be on guard." Zhang Ling lowered his voice and gave orders to the soldiers behind him.

The soldiers nodded silently, followed Zhang Ling's steps, and headed towards the command center of the rare book scene.

Along the way, they avoided the patrolling island troops and shuttled through the darkness like ghosts. Zhang Ling's every move was precise and neat, showing his extraordinary military accomplishments.

Finally, they arrived outside the command center of the rare book scene.

"Group three, stay alert." Zhang Ling whispered again.

"Yes!" The three groups of soldiers dispersed and hid in the surrounding bushes, watching the movements around them vigilantly.

Zhang Ling observed the surrounding terrain, then pointed to a window of the headquarters and whispered, "Enter from here."

After saying that, he walked to the window first, gently pushed it open a crack, and then slipped in.

The rest of the soldiers followed closely behind and entered one after another.

The lights in the headquarters were bright, and Shanben was sitting at his desk, looking at a map. He seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly raised his head and looked towards the door.

"who?!"

As soon as Shanben Yimu finished speaking, Zhang Ling rushed out from the darkness, the dagger in his hand flashed coldly, and went straight for Shanben Yimu's throat.

Shanben reacted quickly and leaned back suddenly, avoiding Zhang Ling's fatal blow.

"Baga!" Shanben roared, pulled out his pistol and shot at Zhang Ling.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The gunshots sounded particularly harsh in the silent night.

Zhang Ling dodged the bullets flexibly, while the dagger in his hand kept stabbing at the rare book.

The two fought fiercely in the small space. Although Shanben was short, he was extremely flexible and his shooting was accurate. Although Zhang Ling was agile, he did not dare to be careless.

"Go to hell!" Zhang Ling roared, and the dagger in his hand suddenly stabbed into Shanben Yimu's chest.

Shanben widened his eyes at this scene and looked at Zhang Ling in disbelief, blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

"you you..."

Before Shanben could finish his words, he fell to the ground and died.

Zhang Ling pulled out the dagger and looked coldly at the corpse of Shanben, without any mercy in his eyes.

"This is what you get for slaughtering the Chinese people!"

After solving the problem of the rare book, Zhang Ling immediately led the soldiers to evacuate the command center.

However, just as they were about to leave the island military base, an alarm suddenly rang out through the night sky.

"No, we were discovered!"

"Get out!"

Zhang Ling acted decisively and led his soldiers to rush towards the designated retreat route.

The island army reacted quickly. A large number of soldiers rushed in from all directions and surrounded Zhang Ling and others.

"kill!"

Zhang Ling roared and rushed into the enemy camp first. The dagger in his hand was like the scythe of the god of death, reaping lives one after another.

The soldiers were fearless and fought bravely.

The sound of gunfire, shouts, and explosions intertwined together to form a tragic symphony of war.

Zhang Ling was like a tiger descending from a mountain, charging left and right in the enemy's formation, unstoppable. The dagger in his hand was already stained with blood, but he did not stop at all.

He knew that tonight, they would either fight their way out or die here.

Suddenly, a bullet came from the side and hit Zhang Ling's left arm.

"what!"

Zhang Ling groaned and staggered.

"team leader!"

Seeing this, the soldiers gathered around and protected Zhang Ling.

"Don't worry about me, retreat quickly!" Zhang Ling gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, and shouted loudly.

"Captain, we can't leave you behind!"

"Follow orders!" Zhang Ling roared.

The soldiers had no choice but to evacuate in tears.

Zhang Ling looked at the soldiers' receding backs, his eyes filled with reluctance and helplessness.