Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Chapter 429 I don’t know what to do

He looked down at Yi Yi's face. There was still a hint of a smile on her face, as if she was sleeping.

Zhang Ling's heart was completely broken.

He held Yi Yi's body and walked aimlessly in the woods.

He didn't know where he was going or what he should do.

He only knew that he had lost the person he loved most.

He lost the meaning of his life.

He wandered in the darkness like a zombie.

Suddenly, he saw a ray of light ahead.

He walked towards the light and found that it was a temple.

He walked into the temple and saw an old monk sitting on a cushion and meditating.

The old monk opened his eyes, looked at Zhang Ling, and asked, "Donor, is there anything on your mind?"

Zhang Ling looked at the old monk and suddenly knelt down.

"Master, I...I lost everything I had..."

He told the old monk what had happened to him.

After listening to this, the old monk sighed and said, "Donor, the hatred in your heart is too deep. Hatred will only make you more painful and confused. Let go of the hatred. Only by letting go of hatred can you find true liberation."

Zhang Ling raised his head, looked at the old monk, and asked, "Master, how can I let go of my hatred?"

The old monk smiled and said, "Donor, you already have the answer in your heart."

After saying this, the old monk closed his eyes and continued to meditate.

Zhang Ling was stunned.

Does he already have the answer in his mind?

What do you mean?

He carefully recalled the old monk's words, and suddenly, he understood.

The old monk meant that he should let go of his hatred and look for a new life.

He should look for new hope.

He should find new love.

He should go find a new self.

Zhang Ling stood up and walked out of the temple.

He didn't know where he was going, but he knew he could no longer dwell on the pain of the past.

He has to start over.

He must survive.

For Yiyi, and also for himself.

He walked out of the temple, looked at the rising sun in the sky, his heart full of hope.

He took a deep breath, took firm steps, and walked towards the distance...

As he was walking, he suddenly stopped.

He remembered someone.

Someone he had ignored.

Someone who has always loved him silently.

Someone he had hurt before.

He remembered what she had said to him.

"Brother Ling, no matter where you go, I will always be with you."

"Brother Ling, no matter what happens, I will always support you."

"Brother Ling, I love you."

Two lines of tears flowed from Zhang Ling's eyes.

He turned around and ran in the opposite direction...

"Zhao Yiyi...she...she is dead." Old Zhao said with difficulty, his voice trembling, as if he had used up all his strength.

Zhang Ling felt a buzzing in his head, and his eyes went dark. He almost fainted. He staggered back a few steps, holding on to the cold wall to barely stand. Dead? How could it be possible? Wasn't he fighting so hard just to go back to see her alive?

"How...how did he die?" Zhang Ling's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against a piece of iron.

Old Zhao wiped away his tears and said with a sob: "After the Japanese invaders broke through Ping'an County, they carried out an inhumane massacre. Yiyi...she was killed by the Japanese invaders in order to protect her fellow villagers..." Old Zhao did not say anything else, but Zhang Ling already understood.

He seemed to see Zhao Yiyi, the gentle and kind woman, his childhood sweetheart and the woman who promised to spend her life with him, closing her eyes in despair under the Japanese butcher knife.

A raging rage burned in Zhang Ling's chest. He clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his flesh, but he didn't feel any pain.

He suddenly raised his head and howled to the sky: "Ah——"

This long howl, filled with despair, grief, indignation and hatred, echoed in the sky above the prisoner-of-war camp for a long time.

The prisoners of war around were startled by Zhang Ling's roar and cast concerned glances at him.

Old Zhao supported Zhang Ling and asked worriedly, "Captain, are you okay?"

Zhang Ling took a deep breath, suppressed the grief in his heart, and said slowly: "I'm fine, I want revenge, I want to make these beasts pay with blood!"

"Captain, we will all support you!" Lao Zhao said firmly.

From that day on, Zhang Ling seemed to have become a different person. He was no longer as decadent as before, but full of fighting spirit. He actively exercised, learned Japanese, secretly contacted other prisoners of war, planned to escape from the prisoner-of-war camp, formed a team, and took revenge on the devils.

In the prisoner-of-war camps, the Japanese atrocities became more and more severe. They withheld food from the prisoners, abused them wantonly, and even took pleasure in killing them.

One day, a Japanese officer came to the POW camp and announced that he would select a group of prisoners to build fortifications.

Zhang Ling knew that this was an opportunity to escape, so he took the initiative to sign up and persuaded Lao Zhao and several other trustworthy prisoners of war to act together.

At night, Zhang Ling and others took advantage of the cover of darkness and sneaked out of the prisoner-of-war camp.

They dodged the enemy's patrols all the way, crossed mountains and rivers, and finally escaped to a remote mountain village.

The villagers in this mountain village were very kind. They took in Zhang Ling and others and provided them with food and shelter.

Zhang Ling was very grateful for the villagers' help. He decided to stay and protect the mountain village, while accumulating strength and waiting for the right time to take revenge on the Japanese.

He used his extensive military experience to train the villagers in basic military training and organized them into a militia.

Although this militia is poorly equipped and small in number, they have a strong desire for revenge and their combat effectiveness should not be underestimated.

Under the leadership of Zhang Ling, they attacked the Japanese strongholds and patrols many times, causing considerable losses to the Japanese.

The Japanese hated Zhang Ling so much that they sent a large number of troops to encircle and suppress him.

Zhang Ling led the militia team and used the familiar terrain to deal with the Japanese, cleverly avoiding the main force of the Japanese and waiting for opportunities to ambush the Japanese patrols and small forces.

Once, Zhang Ling received information that a Japanese transport team would pass through a nearby mountain road.

Zhang Ling decided to ambush the transport team and seize their weapons and ammunition.

He led the militia, ambushed on the mountain road, waiting for the arrival of the Japanese transport team.

Soon, the Japanese transport team appeared.

At Zhang Ling's command, the militiamen opened fire together, catching the Japanese off guard.

After a fierce battle, Zhang Ling and others successfully destroyed the devil's transport team and seized a large number of weapons and ammunition.

This victory greatly boosted the morale of the militia and made Zhang Ling famous.

More and more deserters, refugees, and passionate young people who were unwilling to become slaves of a conquered country joined Zhang Ling's team.

Zhang Ling's team gradually grew and became an anti-Japanese armed force that the Japanese feared.

However, just as Zhang Ling was preparing to expand his victory and further strike against the devils, he received a piece of news that shocked him and put him in a dilemma...

Zhang Ling was stunned, his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand. Zhao Yiyi was a scar in his heart that would never heal. He thought he would spend the rest of his life in endless regret, but he didn't expect to hear her name in a place like this.

"She...is she still alive?" Zhang Ling's voice trembled, with a hint of hope mixed with deep fear.

Old Zhao glanced at Zhang Ling with a complicated expression and nodded heavily: "Still alive, but..."

He paused, as if trying to organize his words, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "She was... "

Old Zhao didn't say anything more, but Zhang Ling already understood what he meant. A surge of rage instantly surged in his heart, and he stood up abruptly, grabbing Old Zhao by the collar, his eyes bloodshot, like a beast ready to devour anyone.

"What did you say?! Say it again!"

Old Zhao was startled by him and stammered, "Captain... Captain, calm down... I heard about it too..."

Zhang Ling pushed him away and sat down on the ground, his fists clenched tightly, his nails digging deep into his flesh, but he didn't feel any pain. Zhao Yiyi's gentle smile and the damn face of Sakata Nobutsu kept appearing in his mind.

"Sakata Nobutsu! I will never forgive you!" Zhang Ling growled with gritted teeth, his voice filled with deep hatred.

He knew that he had to survive, for the sake of his dead brothers and his brutally abused fiancée, he had to survive and take revenge on Nobutsu Sakata!

In the following days, Zhang Ling seemed to have become a different person. He was no longer as depressed and desperate as before, but actively sought opportunities to survive. He began to exercise, learn Japanese, and even took the initiative to communicate with the Japanese to find out the news outside.

Old Zhao watched Zhang Ling's changes, feeling both relieved and worried. He understood how deep the hatred in Zhang Ling's heart was, but he was also worried that he would be swallowed by hatred and do something impulsive.

"Captain, are you...are you okay?" Lao Zhao asked cautiously.

Zhang Ling glanced at him, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, and finally shook his head: "I'm fine, Lao Zhao, we must survive and survive to take revenge!"

"Yeah!" Old Zhao nodded heavily, with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

One day, a new group of prisoners of war came to the camp, among whom a young officer caught Zhang Ling's attention.

The officer had a tall stature and a handsome face. Although he was wearing a tattered military uniform, it could not conceal his heroic spirit.

Zhang Ling noticed that the officer's rank was major general!

In today's war-torn age, the rank of major general is a very high level and is usually held by senior generals.

Zhang Ling's heart moved, and he took the initiative to step forward and start a conversation with the major general.

"What do you call this brother?"

The major general glanced at Zhang Ling, a hint of vigilance flashed in his eyes, but he still replied politely: "My surname is Chu, and my name is Yunfei."

"Chu Yunfei? What a great name!" Zhang Ling exclaimed, "My name is Zhang Ling."

"Zhang Ling?" Chu Yunfei was slightly stunned, and then a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, "Could it be...Could it be that you are Captain Zhang of the 772nd Regiment?"