Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Chapter 363 The Writing on It

"Am I wrong?" Zhang Ling wondered. Suddenly, he noticed that there seemed to be some words on the back of the photo, but because of the age, the words were blurred.

Zhang Ling carefully wiped the photo with his fingers, and read the words on it bit by bit. Gradually, a few words appeared: "...Chuan...Zi...save..."

"Yoshiko Kawashima? Save?" Zhang Ling's heart was shocked. Could this woman be related to the notorious Japanese spy Yoshiko Kawashima? Was it this woman that Yamamoto Ikki wanted him to save, or someone else?

A series of questions came to his mind, and Zhang Ling suddenly realized that he seemed to be caught in a huge conspiracy.

At the same time, Li Yunlong was leading the soldiers of the independent regiment to fight the devils. The devils' firepower was too strong, and the casualties of the independent regiment were increasing.

"Damn it, the Japs are really powerful! Their firepower is so strong!" Li Yunlong cursed while shooting.

"Captain, the Japanese attack is too fierce, and we are running out of ammunition!" the monk said anxiously.

"Insufficient ammunition? Then go and seize the ammunition from the Japs!" Li Yunlong glared, "Tell the brothers to fight hard! Even if we have to fight to the death today, we must drive these bastards back!"

Under the leadership of Li Yunlong, the soldiers of the independent regiment burst out with amazing fighting power and repelled the attacks of the devils again and again. However, the number of devils was too large and their firepower was fierce, and the situation of the independent regiment became more and more dangerous.

At this moment, a team suddenly appeared from the side and rear of the battlefield. They were wearing khaki uniforms, octagonal hats, holding a variety of weapons in their hands, shouting slogans, and launched a fierce attack on the Japanese flank.

"Is it the Central Army?" Li Yunlong was stunned.

"It's Chu Yunfei's 358th Regiment!" The monk recognized the man at a glance, "Captain, it's Captain Chu who's here to help us!"

"Haha, Chu Yunfei is here at the perfect time!" Li Yunlong laughed loudly, picked up his submachine gun, and shouted at the devils, "Brothers, fight them hard! Today, I'm going to make sure these bastards never come back!"

The Independent Regiment and the 358th Regiment attacked from the front and back, and the Japanese offensive was immediately blocked. However, at this moment, a sharp whistle suddenly sounded on the battlefield.

Zhang Ling stood on the top of the mountain, his thick eyebrows furrowed, his eyes as sharp as torches, looking down at the winding road below the mountain. In the distance, a small group of Japanese troops were marching along this road, and they were obviously unaware of the impending danger.

"Captain, this is a good opportunity! Let's make a fool of this group of Japanese devils and give our brothers some revenge!" The speaker was Zhang Ling's bodyguard, Li Dali, a sturdy and straightforward man.

Zhang Ling did not answer, but silently took out a crumpled cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep puff. This was the third cigarette he had smoked today. Since crossing into this era, he had become addicted to smoking. Whenever he encountered troubles, he always wanted to numb himself with nicotine.

"Da Li, what do you know? This small group of devils is just a bait. Didn't you see that they were moving very slowly and deliberately exposing their whereabouts? There must be a large force following them!"

The person who spoke was Kong Jie, who was walking slowly on horseback. He had also traveled through time to this era and was an old comrade-in-arms of Zhang Ling. He was smart and brave in combat, and was known as "Kong Erleng".

"Captain Kong, you are right. We almost fell into the Japanese trap." Li Dali scratched his head and said embarrassedly.

"Captain, what should we do? We can't just watch them leave, right?" Li Dali asked.

Zhang Ling stamped out the cigarette in his hand fiercely, with a gleam of light in his eyes, "Who said we'd let them go? Let's use their own tactics to defeat them first, and then ambush the large group behind them!"

Kong Jie's eyes lit up after hearing this, "Good idea! This small group of devils is at most a platoon, and our battalion is enough to deal with them. But the ambush location..."

Zhang Ling pointed to a place marked "Yelanggou" on the map and said, "Right here! Yelanggou has a long and narrow terrain, which is easy to defend but difficult to attack. It's the best place for an ambush."

"But Commander, Yelanggou is too far away from our current location, and we have to cross a mountain. I'm afraid we won't have enough time." Li Dali said worriedly.

Zhang Ling waved his hand and said firmly, "We're still in time! Order the first battalion to travel light and quickly head towards Yelanggou. We must arrive before the Japanese get there!"

"Yes!" Li Dali took the order and left.

Kong Jie looked at Zhang Ling's determined back with admiration in his heart. He had fought many battles with Zhang Ling and knew Zhang Ling's strategy and courage. He believed that this ambush would be victorious.

As night fell, it was pitch black in the Wild Wolf Valley. Zhang Ling and the soldiers of the first battalion were already lying in ambush here. Each of them held their breath and quietly waited for the arrival of their prey.

In the distance, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps. The devils were coming! Zhang Ling signaled the soldiers not to act rashly and wait until all the devils entered the ambush circle.

The Japanese soldiers were obviously unaware of the danger, they were talking and laughing along the way, their steps becoming increasingly loose. The Japanese officer walking in front even unbuttoned his uniform, revealing the white flesh underneath.

"beat!"

Following Zhang Ling's order, the soldiers ambushing on both sides opened fire at the same time, and dense bullets rained down on the unsuspecting Japanese.

"what!"

"Da da da!"

"boom!"

For a moment, there were loud gunshots and deafening explosions in Yelanggou, and the screams and wails of the Japs came one after another.

Zhang Ling led the way and rushed into the enemy's ranks, swinging his sword up and down like he was in an empty space. Wherever he went, the enemy fell to the ground and blood flowed like a river.

"Damn it! We've been ambushed! Retreat quickly!" the Japanese officer shouted in panic.

However, it was too late. Zhang Ling's soldiers had surrounded them and they could not escape.

After a fierce battle, this group of Japanese soldiers were completely wiped out, and Zhang Ling's First Battalion also suffered more than a dozen casualties.

"Clean up the battlefield and prepare to welcome the Japanese army!" Zhang Ling ordered.

The soldiers immediately took action to clean up the battlefield, move ammunition, and prepare for the next battle.

Zhang Ling stood on the hillside, looking at the large group of Japanese invaders at the foot of the mountain, a sneer appeared on his lips.

"Li Yunlong, you are finally here!"

The air was filled with gun smoke and artillery fire. Zhang Ling half-crouched behind a broken wall, tightly holding his Type 38 rifle, and scanning the battlefield with his eyes like a hawk.

"Damn it, these Japs won't give up until they reach the Yellow River!" A rough voice sounded beside Zhang Ling, with a hint of gnashing of teeth.

The speaker was Zhang Dabiao, the commander of the first battalion of the independent regiment. He was a burly man with a full beard and a pair of piercing eyes. He was spitting fiercely and cursing.

"Lao Zhang, you better talk less and save your energy! We still have a battle to fight!" Another voice sounded, with a hint of smile. It was the political commissar of the independent regiment, Zhao Gang.

Zhang Ling smiled slightly and said nothing. He certainly knew that this battle was just the beginning.

It has been some time since he traveled to this war-torn era. He has changed from a modern military enthusiast to a soldier of the Eighth Route Army, and has personally experienced the cruelty of war and the suffering of the people.

"Report! The Japanese reinforcements have arrived!" A signalman ran over panting and sweating profusely.

Zhang Ling's heart sank. It seemed that the Japanese were not going to give up. He picked up the telescope and looked into the distance. Sure enough, at the end of his sight, a group of Japanese soldiers were coming towards this side aggressively. There were a lot of people and they were well-equipped. It was obvious that they came prepared.

"Old Li, take the first and second companies to block the Japanese reinforcements. Make sure to hold them back!" Zhang Ling made a prompt decision and gave the order.

"Yes!" A thin but determined soldier responded.

"Old Zhao, take your men to set up the mortars and fire them hard for me!" Zhang Ling turned to Zhao Gang and said, with a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes.

"Don't worry, I will complete the task!" Zhao Gang grinned, revealing his white teeth.

Watching the soldiers charging into battle bravely and fearlessly, Zhang Ling felt a surge of heroic spirit and ambition in his heart.

He knew that this was a battle of unequal strength, but he would never back down. He would defend this land and protect these simple and kind people with his blood and life!

"Captain, what do you see there?" At this time, guard Wang Chengzhu pointed to the sky in the distance and exclaimed.

Zhang Ling looked up and saw several black planes in the sky, flying towards him.

"It's a Japanese bomber!" Zhang Ling's face changed, and an ominous premonition suddenly arose in his heart.

"Quick! Hide! Hide!" he shouted loudly, but it was too late.

The bomber had already flown over the position. Under its wings, black bombs fell like raindrops. Explosions sounded one after another, flames shot up into the sky, and the entire position instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire.

"Captain! Be careful!"

A scream rang in his ears, and Zhang Ling felt a huge shock wave that knocked him to the ground. His eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.

The battlefield was filled with smoke, the autumn wind was bleak, and there was a strong smell of blood. Zhang Ling lay in the trench, observing the Japanese positions in the distance through a telescope. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, as if he could penetrate the fog on the battlefield and hit the enemy's heart.

"Damn it, the Japs are quite good at choosing a place. This terrain is easy to defend but difficult to attack!" Zhang Dabiao, the commander of the first battalion of the independent regiment, came over cursing and said in a rough voice.

Zhang Ling put down the telescope and sneered, "The harder the bone is, the more delicious it tastes! Lao Zhang, you lead the first battalion to make a feint attack from the front to attract the enemy's firepower. The second and third battalions will go around to the two wings, and when the enemy is attracted, we will catch them in the urn!"