Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

"Everyone be careful, be alert!" Zhang Ling said in a deep voice, "I always feel something is wrong."

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of intensive gunfire suddenly rang out from all directions, and bullets poured down like raindrops.

"There's an ambush!" Old Zhao yelled, and everyone immediately lay down on the ground and looked for cover.

"Damn it, the Japanese are still hanging around!" a soldier cursed while firing back.

Zhang Ling's heart sank. He knew he had been fooled. This was not a rout of the island army at all, but a carefully designed trap. Yamamoto's special forces deliberately showed weakness to lure them here and then ambush them.

"Xiaoya, hide behind me!" Zhang Ling protected Xiaoya behind him, shooting while looking for an opportunity to break out.

Xiaoya hugged Zhang Ling tightly. She knew that the situation this time was more dangerous than any other time before.

The enemy's firepower was fierce and they occupied advantageous terrain. Zhang Ling and his comrades were suppressed and could not raise their heads.

"Old Zhao, cover me!" Zhang Ling shouted, then stood up suddenly and rushed in one direction.

Lao Zhao and other soldiers immediately concentrated their firepower to cover Zhang Ling's breakout.

Zhang Ling ran wildly in the hail of bullets. He was shot in many places and his clothes were stained with blood, but he had no intention of stopping.

He knew that if he didn't break out, he and his comrades would die here.

Finally, Zhang Ling broke out of the enemy's encirclement. He staggered behind a big tree, leaned against the trunk and gasped heavily.

He looked back and saw that Lao Zhao and other soldiers were still struggling, while several of their comrades had fallen beside them.

Zhang Ling's heart felt like it was being cut by a knife. He gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain in his body, and stood up again.

"I can't leave them behind!" Zhang Ling roared in his heart, and then rushed into the hail of bullets again...

Bullets whizzed past Zhang Ling's ears. He felt his body getting heavier and heavier, and his consciousness began to blur.

Just when he was about to fall, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him and blocked the bullet shot at him.

"Xiao Ya!" Zhang Ling exclaimed. He saw that Xiao Ya's chest was covered in blood and she slowly fell into his arms.

"You...why..." Zhang Ling said tremblingly, tears flowing down uncontrollably.

Xiaoya smiled with difficulty and said, "I... promised you... to... protect you..."

After saying that, Xiaoya closed her eyes and her body slowly grew cold.

Zhang Ling hugged Xiaoya's body tightly and howled to the sky. His voice was full of grief, anger and despair.

"what--"

At this moment, a rumbling sound of artillery suddenly came from the distance. It was the artillery support from the main force of the People's Army!

The crow's cry made everyone nervous. Lao Zhao subconsciously raised his gun and looked around vigilantly. The forest was quiet, with only the rustling of leaves and the roar of unknown beasts in the distance.

"What's going on?" a young soldier asked in a low voice, tightening his grip on the rifle.

"I don't know," Lao Zhao frowned, looking around sharply, "Everyone, be alert, the Japanese are very cunning, don't let them capsize in the ditch!"

An uneasy atmosphere spread in the team. Xiaoya held Zhang Ling's arm tightly. She could feel Zhang Ling's body trembling slightly, not because of weakness, but because of an inexplicable tension.

Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps came from the forest, breaking the tranquility of the forest. Everyone immediately raised their guns and aimed in the direction of the sound, their nerves tense, ready to fight at any time.

Those who rushed out of the woods were not the island soldiers, but a few ragged villagers. They were terrified and stumbled towards Zhang Ling and others.

"Help! The Japs...the Japs are coming again!" a villager shouted breathlessly, his face full of fear.

"What? The Japanese are coming again? How many people are there?" Old Zhao grabbed the villager by the collar and asked sternly.

"A lot...a lot! A squadron of Japs, and...and tanks!" The villagers were so scared that they were incoherent.

"Tank?!" Lao Zhao's face changed drastically. A squadron of Japanese soldiers plus tanks were not enough for them!

"Quick! Find a place to hide!" Lao Zhao made a prompt decision, he knew that fighting head-on would only lead to death.

Everyone immediately dispersed and looked for cover. Zhang Ling pulled Xiaoya to hide behind a huge rock, his heart sinking to the bottom. They had just experienced a fierce battle, and their physical strength and ammunition were exhausted. Now they encountered the enemy's tank troops, which was simply adding insult to injury!

"Zhang Ling...what should we do?" Xiaoya's voice trembled. She hugged Zhang Ling tightly, as if she could find a sense of security in this way.

Zhang Ling didn't say anything, he clenched his teeth tightly, his brain was working fast, thinking about the countermeasures. He knew that they had to find a way to break through, otherwise there would be only one way to go.

"Boom...Boom..." The roar of tanks came from the distance, and the earth began to tremble, as if foreshadowing the approach of death.

Zhang Ling took a deep breath, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. He pushed Xiaoya away and said in a deep voice: "Xiaoya, listen to me, I will attract the attention of the devils later, you take the opportunity to escape, go to the head of the regiment, and tell him the situation here!"

"No! I won't leave! I want to stay with you!" Xiaoya shook her head desperately, tears blurring her eyes.

"Listen! This is an order!" Zhang Ling's tone left no room for doubt. "Only if you are alive can you bring back the news and avenge us!"

He suddenly pushed Xiaoya aside, picked up a revolver, and rushed out without looking back.

"Zhang Ling!" Xiaoya cried heartbreakingly, but she knew that she could not let Zhang Ling down, she had to survive!

Zhang Ling disappeared into the woods, leaving only Xiaoya's desperate cries echoing in the valley...

The crow's cry made everyone's heart tremble. Lao Zhao subconsciously raised his gun and looked around vigilantly. The forest was quiet, with only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the leaves. The atmosphere was so strange that it made people shudder.

"Something's wrong!" Lao Zhao whispered, "It's too quiet..."

Before he finished speaking, a burst of dense gunfire broke the tranquility of the forest. Bullets rained down from all directions, and Zhang Ling and others were caught off guard and fell to the ground one after another.

"Hide! Fight back!" Old Zhao roared, hid behind a big tree, and fired back with his gun.

Zhang Ling gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain in his body, and hid behind a rock. Only then did he realize that they were ambushed!

This time the enemy had fierce firepower and was well-trained. They were obviously not ordinary island soldiers. Zhang Ling's heart sank. Could it be that Yamamoto's special forces had come again?

Xiaoya hid beside Zhang Ling, her face pale and her whole body trembling. "Zhang Ling...what...what should we do?"

Zhang Ling clenched the branch in his hand, his eyes full of determination. "Don't be afraid, Xiaoya, we will survive!"

He took a deep breath, stuck his head out, and observed the enemy's position. The enemy's firepower was so strong that they couldn't even raise their heads. If this continued, they would be wiped out sooner or later.

We must find a way to break through!

Zhang Ling's eyes fell on a stream not far away. There were dense bushes on both sides of the stream. If he could cross the stream and hide in the bushes, there might be a glimmer of hope.

"Xiaoya, come with me!" Zhang Ling said in a low voice.

While the enemy was changing magazines, he stood up and ran towards the stream. Xiaoya followed closely behind him, and the two of them ran desperately in the hail of bullets.

"Da da da..." Bullets whizzed past them, hitting the tree trunks and splashing up pieces of wood chips.

Zhang Ling felt a burning pain on his back. He knew he was shot, but he didn't dare to stop. He had to survive with Xiaoya!

Finally, they rushed to the stream. Zhang Ling jumped into the cold water. Xiaoya followed suit. The two of them quickly crossed the stream and hid in the dense bushes.

The bushes were full of thorns, and Zhang Ling and Xiaoya had countless bloody scratches on their bodies, but they didn't care about that and continued to run deep into the forest.

The enemy's pursuers soon arrived, searching along the stream and firing continuously into the bushes.

Zhang Ling and Xiaoya held their breath and dared not move. They knew that if they were discovered by the enemy, they would surely die.

Suddenly, Zhang Ling felt something licking his face. He opened his eyes and saw a snow-white fox lying beside him, licking the wound on his face with its tongue.

The fox's eyes were clear and bright, as if it could see into people's hearts. It looked at Zhang Ling and whimpered softly, as if to comfort him.

Zhang Ling's heart moved, he reached out and gently stroked the fox's fur. The fox did not dodge, but rubbed his hand more intimately.

At this moment, a burst of hurried footsteps came, and the enemy's pursuers were getting closer and closer...

The crow's cry echoed in the valley, startling a flock of flying birds. Zhang Ling's heart tightened, and an ominous premonition came to his mind. He turned around suddenly and saw a team of island soldiers appearing on the other side of the valley. The number of people was as large as a squadron!

"Oh no! There's an ambush!" Zhang Ling shouted and quickly raised his gun and aimed.

Lao Zhao and others also reacted quickly, looking for cover and preparing for battle.

"Da da da......"

The island army's machine guns opened fire first, and bullets poured down like raindrops. Zhang Ling and others were suppressed in a small area and could not move.

"Damn it! The Japanese are still hanging around!" Old Zhao cursed, and the Mauser pistol in his hand continued to spew out flames, suppressing the firepower of the island army.

Xiaoya hid behind a rock, her face pale, but she still tried to stay calm, occasionally sticking her head out to observe the enemy's movements.

Zhang Ling's injuries had not yet healed, and the intense exercise at this moment caused his wound to split open again, and blood soaked his clothes, but he ignored it, gritted his teeth, and continued to fight.

"Old Zhao, take Xiaoya and go first! I'll cover you!" Zhang Ling shouted.

"Bullshit! If you want to go, let's go together!" Lao Zhao refused without hesitation.

"Listen to me! If I stay, you will have a chance to break out!" Zhang Ling said firmly, "Remember, you must return alive and tell the captain that I have avenged him!"

"Zhang Ling..." Xiaoya's eyes were filled with tears. She wanted to say something but was interrupted by Zhang Ling.

"Go! Don't distract me!" Zhang Ling roared.

Old Zhao looked at Zhang Ling deeply. He knew that this was their only way to survive.

"Take care, brother!" After saying that, Lao Zhao pulled Xiaoya up, turned around and ran towards the depths of the woods.

Zhang Ling looked at their departing backs with a bitter smile on his face. He knew that he was in great danger this time.

But he has no regrets. He is willing to give everything for his comrades and his country.

"Come on, you little Japs! I'm going to fight you!" Zhang Ling roared, and the gun in his hand spewed out flames again, shooting wildly at the island troops.

He was like a wounded beast, fighting his last desperate battle.

The island troops were getting closer and closer, and Zhang Ling's bullets were running out. He knew that he didn't have much time left.

He threw away the gun in his hand, drew the dagger from his waist, and prepared to engage in a final hand-to-hand combat with the enemy.

Just then, a gunshot was heard, a bullet pierced his chest, his eyes went black, and he fell to the ground.