Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Li Yunlong staggered and almost fell to the ground. He gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, pulled out the broken blade, and continued to fight.

He didn't know how many enemies he had killed, nor how long he could hold on. He only knew that he couldn't fall down, and he had to avenge Ah Xiu!

The battle lasted for a long time until the sky turned pale and the bombing gradually stopped.

On the battlefield, corpses were everywhere and blood flowed like a river. Li Yunlong and Little Fox stood among the corpses, covered in blood, like Shuras crawling out of hell.

Li Yunlong's body was covered with wounds, and his clothes were stained with blood, but he still stood firm. His eyes were more determined and colder than before.

The little fox was also injured, with a deep wound on its leg and blood constantly flowing. But it still clung to Li Yunlong, using its small body to protect its master.

Suddenly, Li Yunlong's body shook, and then he fell heavily to the ground.

"Brother Yunlong!" The little fox let out a mournful cry and rubbed Li Yunlong's cheek with its furry head.

Li Yunlong slowly opened his eyes, looked at the little fox, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Little fox...I'm...so tired..."

His voice became weaker and weaker, and finally, he lost his voice completely.

The little fox lay on Li Yunlong's body, wailing, and was reluctant to leave for a long time...

In the distance, Zhang Ling appeared again. He stood quietly on the hillside, looking at the battlefield filled with smoke, his eyes complicated.

"Li Yunlong...your revenge...is over..." he muttered to himself, "but mine...is just beginning..."

He turned around and disappeared into the morning light...

Zhang Ling's figure gradually disappeared in the shadow of the hillside, like a dormant cheetah, waiting for the best opportunity to give the enemy a fatal blow. He was not cold-blooded, but he knew that in this troubled world, only the flame of revenge could illuminate the way forward. He felt Li Yunlong's grief, which further strengthened his determination to completely wipe out the invaders who caused suffering from this land.

On the battlefield filled with gunpowder, Li Yunlong was like a wounded beast, waving the broken knife wildly. He had long forgotten the fear, the life and death, and had only one thought in his mind, which was to kill all the devils in front of him and avenge Ah Xiu.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" He roared like a madman. Every blow he made was filled with deep hatred and soaked in blood.

The Japanese were frightened by Li Yunlong's desperate fighting style. They had never seen such a ferocious enemy. He seemed like a devil crawling out of hell.

"Baga! Shoot! Shoot!" a Japanese officer shouted in horror.

Bullets swarmed at Li Yunlong, but he seemed to feel no pain and continued to charge forward frantically. His body was covered with bullet holes and his clothes were stained with blood, but he still stood firm, like a god of war.

The little fox also joined the battle. It shuttled across the battlefield like a flash of lightning, tearing the throats of the Japanese soldiers with its sharp claws and fangs, sharing the pressure for Li Yunlong.

The battle lasted for a long time, and Li Yunlong stopped only when the last Japanese soldier fell. He stood in the sea of ​​blood and corpses, leaning on his broken sword, like a Shura from hell.

He slowly walked to Ah Xiu's body, knelt down, and gently stroked Ah Xiu's cold face.

"A Xiu... I... have avenged you..." he said with sobs, his voice hoarse and weak.

The little fox also walked to A Xiu's body and made a low whimpering sound.

Li Yunlong held A Xiu's body in his arms and left the battlefield step by step.

He didn't know where he was going, or what else he could do. He only knew that Ah Xiu was dead, and his world had collapsed.

He walked aimlessly, passing through ruins, streets flowing with blood, and villages destroyed by war.

He saw countless corpses, heard countless cries, and felt countless despair.

His heart grew colder and harder.

He no longer shed tears and was no longer sad, because he knew that tears and sadness could no longer change anything.

He only had one thought left, and that was revenge!

He wants to avenge Ah Xiu, avenge all his compatriots who died, and avenge this land that has been devastated by war!

As he walked, he came to the foot of a mountain.

He looked up and saw an ancient temple on the top of the mountain.

He walked up the mountain step by step and came to the temple.

The temple gate was closed, with a plaque hanging on it with three words written on it:

"Temple of Vengeance".

Li Yunlong pushed open the temple door and walked in.

Inside the temple, an old monk was sitting on a cushion and meditating.

The old monk opened his eyes, looked at Li Yunlong, and said slowly:

"Donor, your heart is filled with hatred."

Li Yunlong didn't say anything, just stood there quietly.

"Hatred is a double-edged sword. It can give you strength, but it can also devour your soul." The old monk continued, "Let go of hatred, benefactor. Only by letting go of hatred can you find true liberation."

"Let go of hatred?" Li Yunlong sneered, "My wife, my relatives, my friends, were all killed by the devils. You want me to let go of hatred? How can you let go of hatred?"

"When will the cycle of revenge end?" the old monk said calmly, "Put down your butcher knife and you will become a Buddha right away."

Li Yunlong roared, "Become a Buddha? I will become your mother's Buddha! I want revenge! I will kill all the devils!"

He drew out his broken knife, pointed it at the old monk, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

The old monk sighed, shook his head, and said, "It seems that you are not ready to let go of your hatred."

"Fuck you!" Li Yunlong roared and swung his knife at the old monk.

The old monk did not dodge and let Li Yunlong's knife chop him.

The blade cut through the old monk's robes, revealing his strong muscles.

But not a drop of blood flowed out.

Li Yunlong was stunned.

He couldn't believe his eyes.

He clearly hit the old monk, so why didn't he hurt him?

"Donor, please put down your butcher knife." The old monk said again, "It is never too late to turn back."

Zhang Ling's figure disappeared on the smoke-filled hillside, as if he had merged with the war-torn land. His eyes followed Li Yunlong all the time, as sharp as a falcon locking onto its prey.

"Hatred will become your best weapon, but it will also become your deepest shackle." Zhang Ling whispered to himself, with a hint of inexplicable meaning in his tone, "Li Yunlong, I hope you can find the real answer in this vortex of revenge."

On the battlefield, Li Yunlong swung his broken sword like a madman, and every swing was filled with endless anger and despair. His body was covered with wounds, and his clothes were stained with blood, but he felt no pain at all.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" he roared, with only endless killing in his eyes.

The little fox also seemed to be crazy, shuttling around the battlefield, tearing the enemy's throat with its sharp claws. In its own way, it protected its and Li Yunlong's common friend, A Xiu.

A Japanese officer noticed Li Yunlong's madness. He raised the command knife in his hand with a grin and rushed towards Li Yunlong.

"China pig! Go to hell!"

Li Yunlong did not dodge, letting the Japanese command knife chop his shoulder. He groaned, and stabbed the Japanese officer's chest with his backhand.

"A Xiu... I have avenged you..." he whispered, with a hint of relief in his tone.

The Japanese officer fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then became motionless.

Li Yunlong pulled out the broken knife and staggered forward. His eyes were blurry and his body was getting heavier and heavier.

He knew that he was dying.

He walked to a tree that was broken by artillery fire and slowly sat down against the trunk.

The little fox walked up to him and rubbed its furry head against his cheek, whimpering.

Li Yunlong gently stroked the little fox's head, with a bitter smile on his lips.

"Little fox... from now on... you have to take good care of yourself..."

His voice became weaker and weaker, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

"A Xiu...I'm here to accompany you..."

He closed his eyes and his body slowly slid to the ground.

The little fox lay on top of him, howling in pain.

The bombing in the sky gradually stopped and the smoke gradually dissipated.

On the battlefield, corpses lay everywhere and blood flowed like rivers.

As the sun sets, the setting sun is as red as blood, dyeing the war-torn land scarlet.

Zhang Ling's figure appeared on the hillside again. He looked quietly in the direction of the battlefield, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Li Yunlong...your revenge...is over..." he whispered, with a hint of regret and admiration in his tone.

He turned and disappeared into the night.

......

A few years later, the Anti-Japanese War was won.

A ragged beggar, with a lame fox, appeared in front of A Xiu's grave.

The beggar knelt in front of the grave and placed a bunch of wild flowers on it.

"A Xiu... I'm back..." he whispered, his tone vicissitudes and calm.

The beggar was Li Yunlong.

He did not die. In his dying moments, he was saved by a passing traveling doctor.

He lost his memory, forgot the war, forgot the hatred, and forgot A Xiu.

He wandered the world like a walking corpse, until one day, he saw A Xiu's grave.

Fragments of memory flooded into his mind like a tide, and he remembered everything.

He remembered Ah Xiu, the little fox, the cruel war, and the unforgettable hatred.

He hugged A Xiu's grave and cried bitterly.

The little fox lay quietly beside him, accompanying him and protecting him.

Li Yunlong's revenge is not over, it has just begun.

He stood up slowly, his eyes firm and resolute.

He wanted to find Zhang Ling, the person who changed his destiny.

He wanted to know clearly why all this happened.

Zhang Ling stood on the hillside, smoke and dust rolling under his feet like a crawling python. The shock wave of the explosion was still reverberating in the air, making his eardrums buzz. He watched Li Yunlong disappear in the smoke, his eyes complicated, like an ancient well, deep pool, difficult to see the depth.

"Hatred is a double-edged sword." Zhang Ling whispered to himself, "It can give you power, but it can also devour your sanity."

Zhang Ling's purpose of this trip was not just to stand by and watch. He came here to guide Li Yunlong and let him take the right path of revenge. He knew that Li Yunlong's heart was full of hatred at the moment, like a volcano about to erupt. If this hatred was allowed to spread, it would eventually burn him to death.

Zhang Ling leaped down the hillside and landed steadily on the ground. He dusted himself off and walked in the direction where Li Yunlong disappeared.

He was not in a hurry, he knew that in Li Yunlong's current state, he could not pose any threat to the island army. He needed time, needed to be calm, and more importantly, needed a guide.