Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

The Japanese squadron leader's movements suddenly stopped. He looked down at the bloody hole on his chest in disbelief, then slowly fell down.

The gunshots outside the cave became more and more frequent, mixed with the screams of the Japs.

Zhang Ling struggled to raise his head. Through the hole, he saw a familiar figure holding two guns, moving among the Japanese devils like a god of war.

"Li Yunlong..." Zhang Ling muttered to himself, and then completely lost consciousness.

Gun smoke filled the air, and the smell of blood permeated the air. Li Yunlong was like a tiger coming down the mountain, the Mauser pistol in his hand spewing angry flames, and the Japanese fell in droves. The soldiers of the independent regiment following behind him were also brave and good at fighting. They rushed into the group of Japanese soldiers with a roar and started a tragic hand-to-hand fight.

Ah Xiu was stunned by this sudden change. She looked at the Japanese soldier lying in a pool of blood, then looked at Zhang Ling who was unconscious. For a moment, she didn't know what to do.

"Hurry! Carry the wounded away!" Li Yunlong's rough voice sounded at the entrance of the cave.

Several soldiers quickly rushed into the cave and carried Zhang Ling out.

A Xiu also ran out. She held Zhang Ling's hand tightly, her eyes full of worry.

"How is he?" A Xiu asked anxiously.

"He's seriously injured, but his life is not in danger," a soldier replied. "We have to send him back to the base for treatment."

Li Yunlong walked up to Ah Xiu, looked her up and down, and asked, "Who are you?"

Ah Xiu hesitated for a moment and said, "I...I am Zhang Ling's friend."

Li Yunlong frowned, obviously not believing what Ah Xiu said. He turned to look at a soldier and said, "Take her back and interrogate her."

Ah Xiu panicked, she knew that her lie had been discovered by Li Yunlong. She wanted to explain, but Li Yunlong had already turned and left.

The soldiers carried Zhang Ling and A Xiu onto stretchers and quickly evacuated the battlefield.

Along the way, Ah Xiu prayed silently, hoping that Zhang Ling would be safe. She didn't know why she did this, as Zhang Ling had suspected her before and even wanted to kill her. But at this moment, she hoped very much that he could survive.

Maybe, it was because he sacrificed himself to save me.

After returning to the base, Zhang Ling was immediately sent to the medical room, where the doctor treated his wounds and gave him a blood transfusion.

Ah Xiu was locked in a small room and interrogated.

"Tell me, who are you? What is your relationship with Zhang Ling?" asked a serious cadre.

Ah Xiu took a deep breath, knowing that she could no longer hide it.

"I...I come from the future." A Xiu said slowly.

The cadre was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. "The future? Do you think we will believe such nonsense?"

Ah Xiu ignored the cadres' ridicule and continued, "I know this is hard to believe, but what I said is true. I am from the 22nd century and I am a time traveler. I came to this era to find Zhang Ling."

"Looking for Zhang Ling? Why?" the cadre asked.

"Because...he is my ancestor." said A Xiu.

The cadre was stunned again. He looked at Ah Xiu with confusion and suspicion in his eyes.

Ah Xiu knew she had to come up with some evidence to prove what she said was true. She took out a metal plate from her pocket and handed it to the cadre.

"What is this?" the cadre asked.

"This is my time-space pass," Ah Xiu said, "It records my identity information and time-space travel records."

The cadre took the metal plate and examined it carefully. The material of the metal plate was very special, he had never seen it before. Moreover, the words on it were also very strange, he did not recognize any of them.

"This...what on earth is this?" the cadre asked in confusion.

Ah Xiu explained: "This is made of a special alloy that can only be made in the 22nd century. The text on it is the common text of the 22nd century."

The cadre looked at A Xiu doubtfully, he knew he had to report the matter to his superiors.

He got up and left the hut, leaving Ah Xiu waiting alone inside.

Ah Xiu was worried, she didn't know what fate she would face. She just hoped that Zhang Ling would wake up as soon as possible, and then...

Then tell her what is going on.

Gun smoke filled the air, and the smell of blood spread in the air. Li Yunlong was like a tiger coming down the mountain, his two guns spewing flames, and every shot took the life of a Japanese soldier. The soldiers of the independent regiment behind him also rushed into the cave like a tide, fighting a desperate battle with the remaining Japanese soldiers.

Ah Xiu knelt beside Zhang Ling in shock, tears blurring her eyes. She stretched out her trembling hand, trying to cover the wound on Zhang Ling's back, but found that blood was gushing out like a fountain and could not be stopped at all.

“Zhang Ling... Zhang Ling... wake up..." Ah Xiu cried, her voice hoarse.

Zhang Ling's consciousness drifted in the darkness. He felt as if he was in a chaos. Everything around him seemed so illusory and unreal. He heard Ah Xiu's cries, but he was powerless to respond.

"Damn it! This Japanese soldier is so cruel!" Li Yunlong kicked away the body of a Japanese soldier, walked to Zhang Ling, and cursed him in a rough voice.

He squatted down and checked Zhang Ling's injuries, his expression suddenly became serious. "This wound... is too deep!"

"Captain, what should we do?" a soldier asked anxiously.

Li Yunlong gritted his teeth and said, "Carry him back first! Quickly!"

Several soldiers carefully lifted Zhang Ling up and walked out of the cave. Ah Xiu followed closely behind, refusing to leave.

After returning to the independent regiment's base, Zhang Ling was placed in a simple room. A military doctor rushed over to treat his wounds.

"The bullet is stuck in the bone and must be removed surgically as soon as possible." The military doctor said in a deep voice after the examination.

"Surgery? These conditions..." Li Yunlong frowned, looking at the simple medical equipment, his heart full of worry.

"Without anesthesia, you'll just have to bear it," the military doctor said helplessly.

"Damn it! I didn't use any anesthesia when I was injured!" Li Yunlong slammed the table and shouted, "Start the operation!"

The operation was extremely painful, and Zhang Ling almost fainted several times. He gritted his teeth and persevered. His clothes were soaked with sweat, and his face was as pale as paper.

Ah Xiu stood aside, watching Zhang Ling in pain, her heart aching. She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her flesh, but she didn't feel any pain.

After the operation, Zhang Ling fell into a coma. He lay on the bed, breathing weakly, as if he would stop at any time.

Li Yunlong and A Xiu stayed by his side all the time, anxiously waiting for him to wake up.

Time passed minute by minute, and the room became eerily quiet, with only the sound of Zhang Ling's faint breathing and Ah Xiu's suppressed sobs.

It was late at night and the mountain wind was howling, making the windows creak.

Suddenly, Zhang Ling opened his eyes abruptly.

"Zhang Ling! You're awake!" Ah Xiu shouted in surprise.

Zhang Ling looked around blankly, his eyes full of confusion. "Where... am I?"

"You are lucky boy. You managed to survive!" Li Yunlong laughed and patted Zhang Ling's shoulder, but he controlled the strength just right for fear of hurting him.

Zhang Ling then remembered what had happened before. He struggled to sit up, but the wound on his back was pulled, and he gasped in pain.

"Don't move!" Ah Xiu quickly supported him, her eyes full of concern.

"A Xiu...thank you." Zhang Ling looked at A Xiu and said gratefully.

"Silly boy, why are you thanking me?" Ah Xiu's eyes turned red again. "I'm glad you're okay."

Zhang Ling's eyes fell on Li Yunlong and asked, "Captain, why are you here?"

Li Yunlong chuckled and said, "I've been keeping an eye on this group of devils for a long time! If you hadn't made such a big noise, I wouldn't have been able to catch them!"

Zhang Ling then realized that Li Yunlong had planned this ambush long ago. He couldn't help but feel a warm current in his heart, and he knew that his life was saved by Li Yunlong and the soldiers of the independent regiment.

"By the way, that Japanese squadron leader..." Zhang Ling suddenly remembered the strange Japanese squadron leader.

"Dead." Li Yunlong said calmly, "I shot him in the head!"

Zhang Ling wanted to ask more questions, but suddenly he felt a severe headache. He held his head and groaned in pain.

"What's wrong?" A Xiu asked anxiously.

Zhang Ling saw strange pictures in front of his eyes. He saw himself in a strange world, fighting various enemies. He saw himself seriously injured and lying in a pool of blood...

"Ah!" Zhang Ling let out a painful roar and then fell into coma again.

Ah Xiu and Li Yunlong looked at each other, both feeling an inexplicable uneasiness. They didn't know what Zhang Ling had experienced, nor did they know why he suddenly became like this.

Outside the window, the night deepened, and the mountain wind was still howling, as if foreshadowing some ominous sign...

Li Yunlong held a piece of grass in his mouth and kicked the dead body of the Japanese captain while cursing, "Damn it, little Japanese, I thought you were so powerful, but this is it? I'll shoot you to death!" He spit out the grass in his mouth and shouted into the cave, "Lao Zhang! Lao Zhang! Are you still alive?"

The cave was silent except for Ah Xiu's sobbing. Li Yunlong's heart skipped a beat and he rushed into the cave. Seeing Zhang Ling lying in a pool of blood, he was immediately furious, "Damn it, the Japanese were so cruel!" He picked up Zhang Ling and shouted to the soldiers behind him, "Quick! Medical staff! Bring me all my best medicines!"

Ah Xiu was so scared that she cowered in the corner, looking at Li Yunlong in horror. She thought she was going to die, but she didn't expect Zhang Ling to risk his life to save her, and she didn't expect the People's Army to suddenly appear. Her mind was in a mess, and she didn't know what would happen next.

Li Yunlong roughly tore open the clothes on Zhang Ling's back, and when he saw the shocking wound, he gasped. The knife almost cut Zhang Ling's spine.

"Old Zhang! You hold on for me!" Li Yunlong shouted at Zhang Ling with red eyes. He pressed hard on Zhang Ling's wound, trying to stop the blood from flowing out.

Zhang Ling's consciousness was floating in the darkness. He felt like a fallen leaf, swaying in the wind, and could fall into the abyss at any time. He heard Li Yunlong's voice, a familiar voice that made him feel a little warm.

"Yunlong...is that you?" Zhang Ling opened his eyes with difficulty. Everything in front of him was blurry and he could only see a vague figure.

"Old Zhang! You're still alive!" Li Yunlong heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Zhang Ling wake up. "You almost scared me to death!"

"Where...where am I?" Zhang Ling asked weakly.

"On the territory of my independent regiment!" Li Yunlong grinned, "You are lucky, you didn't die!"

Zhang Ling forced a smile. He felt his body was light and fluttery, as if he would fly up at any moment. He tried hard to see Li Yunlong's face, but he couldn't.

"Yunlong... I... I can't seem to go on anymore..." Zhang Ling's voice became weaker and weaker.

"Bullshit! What nonsense are you talking about! I finally rescued you, and you still want to die? No way!" Li Yunlong interrupted Zhang Ling rudely, "You better stay alive! I still want to fight the Japanese with you!"