Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

At this moment, he suddenly felt a powerful force approaching him...

He shuttled through the Japanese troops like a ghost, and every time he flashed, he took a fresh life. The dagger flew in his hand, like the sickle of the god of death, harvesting the souls of the enemies. The Japanese were panicked and looked around, but they could not find any trace of the enemy. They only saw their companions fall one by one, and the blood dyed the ground red, but they didn't know where the attack came from.

"Baga! What's going on?" the Japanese squadron leader roared. He drew his command knife and looked around vigilantly.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" The Japanese soldiers shouted in horror. They fired randomly but could not hit Zhang Ling at all.

Zhang Ling appeared again, this time behind the Japanese captain. He sneered and thrust his dagger into the captain's back.

"Uh..." The Japanese squadron leader let out a groan. He looked down at the dagger in his chest in disbelief, then slowly fell to the ground.

The Japanese were leaderless and in even greater panic. Zhang Ling seized the opportunity and teleported continuously. Every time he swung the dagger, he took the life of a Japanese soldier.

"Devil! He is a devil!" A Japanese soldier was so frightened that he threw away his rifle, turned around and ran away.

His action triggered a chain reaction, and other Japanese soldiers also dropped their weapons and fled in all directions.

Zhang Ling did not pursue them, as he knew the truth that one should not pursue an enemy who is desperate. He stood on the hillside, looking at the fleeing Japanese soldiers, with a sneer of disdain on his face.

"With just this little ability, you still want to arrest me?"

He turned around and chased in the direction where Xu Erniu and others evacuated.

However, he didn't run far before he stopped.

Because he saw that a larger group of Japanese soldiers appeared in front of them, with at least a battalion of troops!

"Damn it, it's really haunting me!" Zhang Ling couldn't help but curse.

He looked behind him and saw the fleeing Japanese soldiers chasing after him.

He is now attacked from all sides and is in a desperate situation.

"It seems that I have no choice but to fight to the death." Zhang Ling gritted his teeth, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

He picked up a Japanese rifle from the ground, pulled the bolt, and aimed at the group of Japanese soldiers in front.

"Come on, you little devils, I'll send you to hell!"

He pulled the trigger and the bullet whizzed out.

The gunshots broke the tranquility of the forest and marked the beginning of a new round of fighting.

Relying on the skill of teleportation, Zhang Ling shuttled back and forth in the Japanese troops like a ghost, making it difficult for the Japanese to defend themselves.

Every time he appeared, there were screams of the devils and splattering blood.

The Japanese were stunned. They had never seen such a strange way of fighting.

"What kind of witchcraft is this?" a Japanese officer shouted in horror.

"No matter what kind of sorcery he uses, we must destroy him!" another Japanese officer shouted, "Shoot! Hit him hard!"

The Japs fired wildly, and bullets poured down like raindrops.

However, Zhang Ling was so fast that they couldn't lock his position at all.

The bullets hit the trees and soil around him, but could never hit him.

He was like a ghost, moving freely amidst the hail of bullets.

The morale of the Japanese soldiers became increasingly low. They began to get scared and started to wonder if they were fighting a devil.

At this moment, Zhang Ling suddenly appeared in front of a Japanese officer.

The dagger in his hand stabbed out like lightning and hit the Japanese officer's throat.

"Uh..." The Japanese officer covered his throat, made an unclear cry, and then fell to the ground.

"Kill him! Kill him quickly!" other Japanese officers shouted in horror.

More Japanese soldiers surrounded Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling sneered and disappeared again.

The next moment, he appeared next to a Japanese machine gunner.

He snatched the Japanese machine gun, turned the gun around, and fired wildly at the Japanese.

"Da da da..." The roar of machine guns resounded through the mountains and forests.

The Japanese soldiers fell in large numbers, and their blood dyed the ground red.

Zhang Ling was like a killing god, slaughtering people at will on the battlefield.

However, the good times did not last long.

His teleportation skill is time-limited and requires a certain cooldown period after each use.

As the battle continues, the cooldown time of his teleport skill becomes longer and longer, and the number of times he can use it becomes less and less.

The Japs gradually adapted to his fighting style and began to consciously encircle and block him.

Zhang Ling's situation became increasingly dangerous.

His physical strength was gradually overdrawn and his movements began to become slow.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis.

He turned around suddenly and saw a Japanese officer holding a command knife and slashing at him.

"Baga!" the Japanese officer roared.

He shuttled through the Japanese troops like a ghost, and every time he flashed, he took a life. The cold blade cut across the throat, and the spurting blood dyed Zhang Ling's clothes red, and also dyed the land red. The Japanese soldiers were terrified and looked around, but they could not find any trace of the enemy. They only saw their companions fall one by one, but they didn't know where the attack came from. Fear spread like a plague, and the morale of the Japanese soldiers began to collapse.

"Baga! What's going on?" the Japanese squadron leader roared, "Where are the enemies?"

However, the only response he got was the screams of his companions and the silence of death. Zhang Ling was like a ghost, wantonly harvesting lives in the Japanese army. Sometimes he appeared in front of the team, sometimes in the back of the team, appearing and disappearing like a ghost, making it difficult for the Japanese to defend themselves.

A Japanese soldier pointed forward in fear and stammered, "There! I saw him!"

Before he finished speaking, his throat was cut open by a cold dagger. Zhang Ling disappeared again, leaving only his body lying in a pool of blood.

The Japanese squadron leader was completely panicked. He realized that he had encountered an extremely terrifying opponent. This opponent was not only agile, but also possessed some kind of magical power and could move instantly. Such an opponent was simply not something they could deal with.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!" the Japanese squadron leader shouted at the top of his lungs.

However, it was too late. Zhang Ling was already blood-thirsty, and he would not let any of the Japanese go. He shuttled back and forth among the Japanese troops like the god of death, harvesting lives one by one. The Japanese soldiers fled in all directions, but could not escape Zhang Ling's pursuit.

In less than ten minutes, Zhang Ling slaughtered all the Japanese soldiers in a squadron. The scene was full of corpses and blood, like a hell on earth. Zhang Ling stood on the pile of corpses, panting, his military uniform soaked in blood. He looked around, his eyes filled with cold murderous intent.

"Little Japs, this is what happens when you invade our land!" Zhang Ling said gritting his teeth.

He searched a pack of cigarettes from the body of a Japanese officer, lit one, and took a deep puff. The smell of nicotine calmed him down a little.

He knew that this battle was only a small victory. The war was far from over and he had more important tasks to accomplish. He had to find the main force as soon as possible and pass on this important intelligence.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ling threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out. He used teleportation again and disappeared into the night.

He appeared in a dense forest, ready to take a short rest and recover his strength. However, at this moment, he suddenly felt a severe headache, his eyes went dark, and he passed out.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Ling slowly woke up. He found himself lying in a simple cave, with a young woman sitting beside him. The woman was wearing simple clothes, had a pretty face, and her eyes were full of worry.

"Are you awake?" The woman showed a happy smile on her face when she saw Zhang Ling wake up.

"Who are you?" Zhang Ling asked vigilantly.

"My name is Xiu, and I'm a nearby villager," the woman replied. "I saw you fainted in the woods, so I rescued you."

Zhang Ling then remembered what happened before. He overused teleportation, which caused him to consume too much mental energy and faint.

"Thank you for saving me." Zhang Ling said gratefully.

"You're welcome." Ah Xiu smiled, "How do you feel?"

"I'm fine, just a little weak." Zhang Ling replied.

"Then you take a rest first, I'll get you something to eat." After saying that, Ah Xiu stood up and walked out of the cave.

Zhang Ling looked at Ah Xiu's departing figure, and was filled with doubts. Who was this Ah Xiu? Why did she save him?

At this moment, he suddenly heard a noisy sound coming from outside the cave. He quickly got up, walked to the cave entrance and looked out.

He saw a group of soldiers wearing the military uniforms of the island country walking towards the cave, led by the Japanese squadron leader whom he had killed before!

Zhang Ling's pupils suddenly shrank, and a chill ran from his feet to his head. Resurrection from the dead? Or... an illusion? He rubbed his eyes hard, but the scene in front of him did not disappear. The hideous face of the Japanese squadron leader was even clearer and more terrifying than before, with a cold smile on his lips, as if the devil from hell had come to take his life.

"Baga! I saw him! He's in the cave!" the Japanese squadron leader roared, his voice as shrill as a night owl.

Impossible! He was clearly killed by his own hands! Zhang Ling's brain was working rapidly, trying to find a reasonable explanation. Could it be that this Japanese squadron leader had some special ability? Or was all this some kind of illusion?

Before he could think about it, the Japanese soldiers had already rushed to the cave entrance, with their guns pointed at Zhang Ling. At the critical moment, Zhang Ling instinctively used teleportation again.

However, this time, the teleportation failed. He felt as if his body was bound by an invisible force and could not move.

"What's going on?" Zhang Ling was shocked. His teleportation had never failed before, so what happened today?

The Japanese squadron leader saw Zhang Ling's embarrassment and laughed out loud: "Haha! Do you think you can still escape? Your teleportation is useless to me!"

Zhang Ling finally understood that there was something wrong with this Japanese squadron leader. He seemed to have some ability to restrain himself from teleporting.

"Who are you?" Zhang Ling asked sternly.

The Japanese squadron leader grinned and approached Zhang Ling step by step: "I am your nemesis! Today is the day you die!"

"Really? It's still uncertain who will win!" Zhang Ling endured the severe headache and prepared to fight to the death.

At this moment, A Xiu suddenly ran in from outside the cave, holding a hatchet in her hand, and stood in front of Zhang Ling.

"You beasts! Don't hurt him!" Ah Xiu's petite body burst out with amazing courage at this moment.

"Get out of here!" The Japanese squadron leader kicked Ah Xiu in the stomach and sent her flying.

"A Xiu!" Zhang Ling's eyes were bloodshot and the flame of anger was burning in his chest.

He felt a powerful force surging in his body, and the invisible force that bound him disappeared instantly.

"Teleport!" Zhang Ling muttered to himself.

His figure disappeared again and appeared behind the Japanese squadron leader.

"Go to hell!" Zhang Ling stabbed the Japanese squadron leader in the back with the dagger in his hand.

The Japanese squadron leader stared at Zhang Ling in disbelief. He couldn't understand why his ability suddenly failed.

"You..." The Japanese squadron leader said only one word and then fell to the ground, dead.