Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

The Japanese were defeated and fled in all directions.

"Chase!" Zhang Ling roared and led the soldiers to chase the fleeing Japanese.

In the canyon, the sounds of gunfire, shouting, and explosions intertwined together to form a tragic symphony of war.

While chasing the Japanese, Zhang Ling observed the conditions of the mountains on both sides of the canyon as shown on the bird's-eye view.

He found that although the mountains on both sides of the canyon were marked in red, there were no signs of loosening.

"Is there something wrong with the bird's-eye view?" Zhang Ling thought to himself.

At this moment, he suddenly saw several cracks appearing on the mountains on both sides of the canyon.

The cracks grew bigger and deeper, and finally, with a loud bang, the mountains on both sides of the canyon collapsed, burying all the Japanese soldiers in the canyon underneath.

Zhang Ling looked at the scene in front of him with mixed feelings.

He won, but he couldn't be happy.

Because he knew that this victory was achieved at the cost of the lives of countless soldiers.

"Battalion Commander, we won!" Li Sanwa ran to Zhang Ling excitedly, his face full of excitement.

Zhang Ling patted Li Sanwa on the shoulder and forced a smile: "Yes, we won."

But there was a hint of bitterness in his smile.

The mouth of the canyon was full of rocks and bushes, making it an ideal ambush location. Zhang Ling ordered the soldiers to disperse and hide, while he climbed up the highest rock and observed the movements of the Japanese devils with a telescope. Through the telescope, one could clearly see the Japanese devils' team winding like a snake, slowly approaching the mouth of the canyon. At the front of the team, a Japanese lieutenant rode a tall horse, waving his command knife arrogantly, and occasionally turned back to scold the soldiers who fell behind. Zhang Ling sneered and spat, "Japanese devils, today I'll let you know what it means to close the door and beat the dog!"

He estimated that if the Japanese troops moved forward a few hundred meters, they would be able to enter the canyon completely. At that time, they would be attacked from both sides and trapped in a jar. Zhang Ling licked his cracked lips and counted silently in his mind: "One hundred meters... fifty meters... thirty meters..."

Just then, an accident happened.

From the bird's-eye view, a team suddenly appeared behind the empty canyon. There were not many people, but they were moving very fast and heading straight for the canyon. Zhang Ling's heart tightened. He took a closer look and saw that the team's flag was a blue sky, a white sun and a red ground - the National Army!

"Damn it, how did these Kuomintang bastards get here?" Zhang Ling cursed inwardly and began to think. This Kuomintang army came in a strange way. If they ran into the Japanese, it would probably ruin his plan. Even worse, if the Kuomintang found out that he was ambushing here, there was no guarantee that they would not take advantage of the situation or even turn the tables. Zhang Ling knew the fragility of the cooperation between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party. At this critical juncture, any friction could lead to unpredictable consequences.

He quickly weighed the pros and cons and ultimately made a bold decision.

"Retreat!" Zhang Ling roared to the soldiers around him, "Retreat immediately and abandon the ambush!"

Although the soldiers did not understand what was happening, they always obeyed Zhang Ling's orders absolutely and immediately evacuated the canyon entrance quietly.

Shortly after they evacuated, the Kuomintang troops and the Japanese vanguard arrived at the mouth of the canyon almost at the same time.

"Baga! Who are you?" the Japanese major shouted harshly.

In the Nationalist army, a man who looked like an officer rode forward a few steps and shouted loudly: "We are from the 77th Division of the Central Army, and we have been ordered to come to support us!"

The Japanese lieutenant colonel obviously didn't believe it. He squinted his eyes and looked at the Kuomintang troops opposite him. He sneered and said, "Support? I think you are here to steal the credit, right?"

The Kuomintang officer's face changed, and he suppressed his anger and said, "You have misunderstood, we are really here to support you!"

"Support? Then come with us into the canyon to wipe out the Eighth Route Army!" The Japanese major pointed at the canyon, his tone unquestionable.

The Kuomintang officer hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed. He knew that if he refused now, it would probably arouse the suspicion of the devils, and even lead to a direct exchange of fire. Instead of doing that, it would be better to follow the devils into the canyon first, and then wait for an opportunity to act.

The two teams entered the canyon one after the other.

Zhang Ling, who was hiding on a distant hillside, watched this scene with a sneer on his face.

"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Little devils, you bastards of the National Army, just take your time to fight, I'm waiting to take advantage!"

Zhang Ling lay on the hillside, observing the situation in the canyon with a telescope. He saw the Japanese and the Nationalist troops marching along the canyon path, one after the other, like two twisting poisonous snakes, wary of each other and cautious of each other. The mountains on both sides of the canyon are steep and rocky, easy to defend but difficult to attack, and an excellent place for an ambush.

Zhang Ling's mouth curled up into a cold smile, and he thought to himself: "Little devils, you bastards of the National Army, I'm going to let you taste the taste of being sandwiched!"

He turned to the guard beside him and said, "Go, notify the first and second battalions to encircle them from both sides of the canyon and wait for my signal before launching the attack."

"Yes!" The guard took the order and left.

Zhang Ling continued to observe the situation in the canyon. The Japanese and the Nationalist troops went deeper and deeper, and the distance between the two teams was getting closer and closer. The Japanese lieutenant seemed to have noticed something, and looked back from time to time with a nervous look. The Nationalist officer also seemed a little uneasy, and kept wiping the sweat from his forehead with his hands.

"The time is almost right!" Zhang Ling said to himself.

He stood up suddenly, pulled out his pistol, and pulled the trigger towards the sky.

"boom!"

The gunshots echoed in the valley like a thunder, breaking the silence of the canyon.

On both sides of the canyon, the soldiers from the first and second battalions heard the gunshots and immediately rushed out from their hiding places. From their high position, they launched a fierce attack on the Japanese and national army in the canyon.

"Da da da......"

"Boom boom boom..."

The roar of machine guns and the explosion of grenades intertwined, deafening. The canyon was in chaos, with the Japanese and the Kuomintang soldiers crying and running away.

The Japanese lieutenant colonel waved his command knife in frustration and shouted loudly: "Baga! Counterattack! Counterattack!"

The Kuomintang officers also panicked and shouted hoarsely: "Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

However, under the fierce offensive of the People's Army, the Japs and the National Army were simply unable to resist and could only fight on their own and flee in embarrassment.

Zhang Ling stood on the hillside, looking at the ghosts and wolves howling in the canyon, and laughed: "Little devils, Nationalist bastards, today I will let you know that I am not someone you can easily mess with!"

The battle lasted less than an hour, and the gunfire in the canyon gradually became sparse. The Japanese and the remnants of the Nationalist army were killed, injured, and the rest were captured.

Zhang Ling led his soldiers down the canyon. Looking at the corpses scattered all over the ground and the seized weapons and ammunition, his heart was filled with joy of victory.

Suddenly, a soldier came running over to report: "Captain, we found a national army officer among the prisoners. He said he has important information to report to you!"

Zhang Ling raised his eyebrows, a trace of doubt in his heart: "National Army officer? Important information? Bring him here!"

After a while, an officer in a national army uniform was brought to Zhang Ling. The officer was tall and handsome, but at this moment he looked pale and depressed.

"Do you have any information to report?" Zhang Ling asked coldly.

The Kuomintang officer took a deep breath and said, "I am the chief of staff of the 77th Division of the Central Army. My name is..."

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly pulled out a dagger from his arms and stabbed towards Zhang Ling!

Zhang Ling was prepared. He dodged the dagger by leaning sideways, and then kicked the Kuomintang officer to the ground.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Ling shouted angrily.

The Kuomintang officer struggled to get up, his eyes full of hatred: "Zhang Ling, you bandit from the People's Army, I will fight you to the death!"

Zhang Ling was stunned for a moment, then he realized that this National Army Chief of Staff knew him!

"Do you know me?" Zhang Ling asked.

The chief of staff of the National Army gnashed his teeth and said, "Zhang Ling, you killed my brother, I will avenge my brother today!"

In the canyon, the two armies advanced slowly along the winding path, and the atmosphere was strange and tense. The Japanese lieutenant colonel remained alert and looked back from time to time to observe the Nationalist troops behind him. The Nationalist officers had gloomy faces, thinking about how to get rid of the Japanese control and find a chance to escape.

The mountains on both sides of the canyon are steep and rocky, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack. Zhang Ling chose this place as the ambush site because of this natural barrier. Now, this barrier has become a cage that traps the two armies.

Zhang Ling led his soldiers to lurk on the hillside above the canyon, observing the situation in the canyon from a high position. He was like an experienced hunter, patiently waiting for the prey to fall into the trap.

Deep in the canyon, the terrain gradually opened up and formed a relatively flat area. The Japanese lieutenant seemed to relax his vigilance and ordered the troops to stop advancing and prepare to rest for a while. Seeing this, the Kuomintang officers were secretly happy and thought this was a good opportunity to get rid of the Japanese.

"General, our soldiers have been marching all the way and are exhausted. Can you let us rest first?" The Kuomintang officer said with a pitiful look.

The Japanese lieutenant sneered: "Want to rest? Sure, after we wipe out the Eighth Route Army, you can rest however you want!"

The Kuomintang officer's face changed and he was about to lose his temper when he suddenly heard a gunshot.

"boom!"

The gunshot came from above the canyon, and a Japanese soldier fell to the ground.

"Enemy attack! There is an ambush!" The Japanese major was horrified and immediately ordered his troops to find cover and prepare for a counterattack.

The Kuomintang officer was also startled, but then he realized that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! He immediately ordered: "Everyone, open fire! Eliminate the devils!"

For a moment, gunfire rang out in the canyon, and the two armies fought in a melee. Although the Japanese were well-trained, they were caught off guard and suffered heavy losses. The morale of the nationalist soldiers was high, and they took advantage of the chaos to attack fiercely and soon gained the upper hand.

Zhang Ling watched all this with a cold eye, a mocking smile on his face. He knew that now was not the best time to take action. He had to wait until both armies were defeated before coming out to clean up the mess.

The battle lasted for nearly an hour, and the valley was littered with corpses and blood. The Japanese lieutenant colonel saw that the situation was not good and knew that the situation was hopeless, so he had to order a retreat. The Kuomintang officers also realized that continuing to fight would only increase casualties, so they ordered to stop the pursuit.

The two defeated armies evacuated the canyon separately, leaving behind corpses and thick smoke.

Zhang Ling then led the soldiers down the hillside and began to clean up the battlefield. The captured weapons and ammunition piled up like a mountain, enough for them to use for a while.

At this moment, a soldier suddenly pointed to the depths of the canyon and shouted, "Captain, look!"

Zhang Ling looked in the direction of the soldier's finger and saw a man in a national army uniform staggering towards them. The man was covered in blood and looked pale, obviously seriously injured.

"Help... Help..." the man shouted weakly.

Zhang Ling frowned, and a sense of foreboding rose in his heart...

Zhang Ling was lying on the hillside, observing the situation in the canyon with a telescope, with a sneer on his face. He was already familiar with the terrain of the canyon, which was easy to defend but difficult to attack, and a natural trap. The two enemies, the Japanese and the National Army, foolishly got into it, which was really a blessing from heaven.

In the canyon, the Japanese and the Nationalist troops kept a certain distance and advanced with mutual caution. The Japanese lieutenant colonel rode on his horse, looking back from time to time to observe the movements of the Nationalist troops, his eyes full of suspicion. The Nationalist officers had gloomy faces, secretly cursing the Japanese for their cunningness, and at the same time, they were also thinking about how to get rid of the Japanese's control.