Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

"I know..." Xiaoya gently stroked Zhang Ling's face, "I know..."

The room was silent, with only the sounds of their breathing and sobbing mixing together, sounding particularly heavy.

Suddenly, Zhang Ling opened his eyes abruptly, with flames of hatred flashing in his eyes.

"Little Japs...I must avenge Old Xu!" he said gritting his teeth, his voice filled with endless murderous intent.

Xiaoya looked at Zhang Ling, her heart full of worry. She knew that Zhang Ling had changed, and this war had completely changed him.

And this is just the beginning...

After the gunshot, the expected pain did not come. Xiaoya opened her eyes in confusion and found a tall figure blocking her way. It was Monk Wei! He appeared at some point and blocked the bullets shot at them with his body.

"Monk!" Zhang Ling exclaimed.

Monk Wei groaned, his body swayed, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. He gritted his teeth and did not fall down. Instead, he raised the big knife in his hand and chopped at the island soldiers.

"Kill!" Monk Wei roared, like a tiger descending from the mountain, unstoppable.

The island soldiers were caught off guard and several of them were chopped down by Monk Wei. The remaining soldiers quickly opened fire, but Monk Wei was agile and shuttled through the hail of bullets, with the big knife in his hand flying up and down, splashing blood everywhere.

Xiaoya looked at Monk Wei who was fighting bravely, and her heart was filled with shock and gratitude.

"Monk, how...how are you?" Zhang Ling asked anxiously.

Monk Wei grinned, revealing a mouthful of bloodshot teeth. "It's okay, the Japanese bullets haven't been able to kill me yet!"

As he spoke, he continued to swing his sword, chopping down the remaining island soldiers.

"Hurry up!" Monk Wei urged, "I'll cover you!"

Xiaoya knew that now was not the time to hesitate, so she carried Zhang Ling on her back and followed Monk Wei into the depths of the woods.

The island army soldiers will soon have reinforcements, and they must leave here as soon as possible.

Monk Wei was the last one to come, and with one sword, he blocked the pursuing island soldiers. He was like an insurmountable wall, protecting Zhang Ling and Xiaoya.

"Monk...be careful..." Zhang Ling looked back at Monk Wei, his heart full of worry.

Monk Wei laughed loudly. "Don't worry, I'm still strong! Go away and leave me alone!"

His laughter echoed among the mountains and forests, full of heroism and grandeur.

Xiaoya carried Zhang Ling on her back and ran forward with difficulty. She didn't dare to look back, for she was afraid to see Monk Wei fall down.

The gunshots became more and more frequent, and Monk Wei's roars became weaker and weaker.

Finally, they ran out of the woods and came to a small river. Xiaoya put Zhang Ling on the ground and turned to look in the direction of the woods.

In the woods, the gunfire had stopped, leaving only wisps of smoke in the air.

Xiaoya knew that Monk Wei...he had...

She couldn't hold it back any longer and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Monk..." She choked and fell to her knees.

Zhang Ling looked at Xiaoya, his heart filled with grief and self-blame. If he hadn't been injured, if he had been able to fight, maybe...

"Xiao Ya...let's...let's go..." Zhang Ling said weakly.

Xiaoya wiped away her tears, stood up, carried Zhang Ling on her back, and walked away.

They didn't know where to go, nor did they know what the future would be like, but they knew that they had to survive, for Monk Wei and for themselves.

The setting sun stretched their shadows very long...

The river flows quietly, as if telling a heroic story...

After the gunshot, the expected pain did not come. Xiaoya opened her eyes in confusion and found a tall figure blocking her way. It was Monk Wei! He appeared at some point and caught the bullet shot at them with his bare hands. The bullet left a charred mark on his rough palm, but he grinned as if nothing had happened, revealing his white teeth.

"Damn it, you little Japs, let me play with you!" Monk Wei roared and rushed towards the island soldiers like a tiger rushing down the mountain.

He was unarmed but extremely brave, beating the island soldiers who stood in front of him with one punch after another, breaking their bones and tendons. The island soldiers' bayonets could not pierce his hard skin at all, but he took them away and stabbed several Japanese soldiers to death with his backhand.

Xiaoya was stunned. She had never seen such a brave person.

"Hurry up! I'll stop them!" Monk Wei shouted to Xiaoya while fighting with the island soldiers.

Xiaoya knew that this was their only chance to escape, so she gritted her teeth, carried Zhang Ling on her back, turned around and ran.

Monk Wei fought alone against many enemies, and bought precious time for Xiaoya and Zhang Ling to escape. He was like a god of war, covered in blood, but not afraid at all. Every punch and kick was as powerful as thunder, beating the island soldiers into a pulp.

"Come on! Little Japs, grandpa hasn't fought enough!" Monk Wei's roar shook the mountains and forests.

However, he was outnumbered, with more and more island soldiers coming at him. Monk Wei gradually became exhausted and had several knife wounds on his body.

An island army officer took advantage of Monk Wei's unpreparedness and stabbed him in the back with a knife.

"Monk!" Xiaoya, who was far away, saw this scene and shouted in horror.

When Monk Wei heard Xiaoya's cry, he turned around suddenly and avoided the fatal blow, but the island army officer's bayonet still cut his arm and blood gushed out.

"Monk!" Xiaoya wanted to rush back desperately, but was stopped by Zhang Ling.

"Don't go back! You'll die if you go back!" Zhang Ling said weakly, "Carry on the monk's kindness and live well!"

Xiaoya burst into tears. She knew that Zhang Ling was right and that if she went back she would only be a burden to Monk Wei.

She could only watch as Monk Wei was surrounded by more and more island soldiers. His figure was gradually submerged in the crowd, and his roar became weaker and weaker...

In the end, Monk Wei fell in a pool of blood, but there was a smile on his face, as if to say: It's worth it!

Xiaoya carried Zhang Ling on her back and staggered away from the bloody forest. She didn't know where she was going, but she knew that she had to survive, for Zhang Ling, for Monk Wei, and for all the sacrificed soldiers...

She wants to pass on their stories and their spirit...

The sun gradually set in the west, and the sky was burning with a fiery red sunset glow, reflecting the staggering figures of Xiaoya and Zhang Ling on her back, which looked particularly tragic...

After the gunshot, the expected pain did not come. Xiaoya opened her eyes tremblingly and found that the bullet did not hit them, but hit a tree a few steps away from them. A tall figure stood in front of them, holding a smoking Mauser pistol in his hand.

"Lao Zhao!" Zhang Ling shouted weakly. The person who came was Lao Zhao, the sharpshooter in their team.

Old Zhao grinned, revealing his big white teeth. "Why, you missed me so soon?" He said as he quickly changed the magazine and fired again at the approaching island troops.

"Bang, bang, bang!" After a few gunshots, several more island soldiers fell to the ground.

"Go quickly! I will cover you!" Lao Zhao shouted loudly.

Xiaoya didn't dare to delay, she carried Zhang Ling on her back, turned around and ran.

"Baga! Don't let them run away!" the island army officer roared angrily.

The remaining island soldiers rushed forward and fired fiercely at Lao Zhao. Lao Zhao, with his superb marksmanship and agility, fought with the enemy and managed to hold back more than a dozen island soldiers.

Zhang Ling lay on Xiaoya's back, looking at Lao Zhao fighting alone, his heart filled with guilt and gratitude.

"Old Zhao...be careful..." Zhang Ling said weakly.

"Don't worry, this little situation won't bother me!" Old Zhao shouted without even turning his head, "Just leave! Leave me alone!"

Xiaoya gritted her teeth and ran forward desperately. She knew that every step she took would give Lao Zhao a better chance of survival.

The gunshots became more frequent and closer. Xiaoya knew that Lao Zhao could not hold out for much longer.

Suddenly, a scream was heard, and Xiaoya's heart sank. She didn't dare to look back, but ran forward even harder.

After running for an unknown amount of time, Xiaoya finally ran out of energy and could not run any longer. She leaned against a big tree with Zhang Ling, breathing heavily.

"Xiao Ya...Old Zhao he..." Zhang Ling's voice trembled.

Xiaoya didn't say anything, but just lowered her head silently.

"He... he will be fine..." Zhang Ling comforted himself and Xiaoya, "He is so powerful..."

However, they all knew in their hearts that Old Zhao was probably in great danger.

In the silent woods, the only sounds were their rapid breathing and the faint sound of gunfire in the distance.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from not far away.

Xiaoya raised her head vigilantly and clenched the dagger in her hand.

A dark figure emerged from the bushes and slowly walked towards them.

"Who?" Xiaoya shouted sternly.

The shadow stopped, and with the dim light, Xiaoya could see the face of the person clearly.

"It's you?!" Xiaoya exclaimed.

The person who came was none other than the captain of the Yamamoto Special Forces who had been captured by them before - Kazuo Yamamoto!

There was a sinister smile on Yamamoto Kazuo's face and a shining saber in his hand.

"Oh, it's really a piece of cake, but it's easy to find." Yamamoto Kazuo said in fluent Chinese, "I didn't expect you to be still alive."

"Yamamoto!" Zhang Ling gritted his teeth and said, "You...you are not dead!"

“Hahaha…” Yamamoto Kazuo laughed out loud, “I, Yamamoto Kazuo, am very lucky. It’s not that easy for me to die!”

He approached Xiaoya and Zhang Ling step by step, his eyes full of murderous intent.

"Today, none of you will leave here alive!"

After the gunshot, the expected pain did not come. Xiaoya opened her eyes tremblingly and found that the bullet did not hit them, but hit a big tree behind them.

A tall figure stood in front of them, holding a smoking Mauser pistol in his hand.

"Old Zhao!" Zhang Ling called out weakly.

The man who came was Zhang Ling's comrade-in-arms, Lao Zhao. He was dressed in military uniform, his face was covered in dirt and blood, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.

"You are lucky!" Lao Zhao grinned, revealing his white teeth. "I and my brothers have been looking for you all night, and we finally found you!"

From the woods behind him, more than a dozen soldiers walked out one after another. All of them were injured, but their eyes were full of fighting spirit.

"Old Zhao...why are you here?" Zhang Ling asked in surprise.

"The commander received news that Yamamoto's special forces were going to attack you, so he sent me to pick you up." Lao Zhao explained, "We followed the Japs all the way and finally caught up with them."

"Captain...is he okay?" Zhang Ling asked with concern.

"Don't worry, the commander is fine! We are waiting for you to come back and lead us to fight the devils!" Lao Zhao patted Zhang Ling on the shoulder and said, "Okay, no more nonsense, let's get rid of the devils first!"

Before he finished his words, the Mauser pistol in Lao Zhao's hand spewed out flames again, and an island soldier fell to the ground.

The battle is about to break out.

Although outnumbered, Zhang Ling's comrades were all veterans who had experienced many battles. Relying on their superb marksmanship and tenacious fighting spirit, they fought a desperate battle with the island army.