Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Chapter 367 Running Down the Mountain

Zhuzi then stopped, supported Zhang Ling, and said anxiously: "Captain, how are you? I'll take you to see a doctor!"

Zhang Ling shook his head and said, "I'm fine. I won't die. Quick, let's retreat before the devils can react!"

Zhuzi didn't dare to delay, he carried Zhang Ling on his back and ran down the mountain.

The soldiers of the independent regiment have also taken control of the battlefield and are cleaning up the battlefield and counting the results of the battle.

"Company Commander! How are you?" Wang Xikui saw that Zhang Ling was injured, and hurried over and asked with concern.

Zhang Ling waved his hand and said, "I'm fine, just a minor injury. How was the battle?"

Wang Xikui said excitedly: "Report to the company commander, we have completely wiped out this group of devils in this battle. A total of more than 100 devils were killed, and a lot of weapons and ammunition were seized!"

Zhang Ling nodded and said, "Good, good fight! This time it's all thanks to you and Zhuzi, otherwise we would be in trouble."

Wang Xikui scratched his head, chuckled, and said, "It is because of the good command of the company commander that we were able to win the battle."

Zhang Ling smiled and said, "Okay, stop flattering me. Arrange people to send the wounded away quickly. We are also preparing to evacuate here."

"Yes!"

Wang Xikui took the order and left.

Zhang Ling looked up at the sky. It was already evening and the sky was a fiery red, as if a raging fire was burning.

Although the battle was won, Zhang Ling was still in a heavy mood. He knew that this was only a small victory in the war of resistance, and greater tests were still to come.

The appearance of Yamamoto Ikki cast a shadow on Zhang Ling's heart. He knew that Yamamoto Ikki would never give up, and there would be an even more brutal contest between them...

Yamamoto Ikki laughed grimly and rushed towards Zhang Ling waving his samurai sword. Zhang Ling did not dare to be careless and quickly raised his gun to shoot, but found that there was no bullet in the gun!

"Damn it!" Zhang Ling cursed inwardly, threw away his rifle, pulled out the pistol from his waist, and fired several shots at Yamamoto Ikki.

Yamamoto Ikki was agile and used his hands and feet to dodge all the bullets. In the blink of an eye, he rushed in front of Zhang Ling.

"Go to hell!" Yamamoto Ikki roared, and the samurai sword with fierce murderous intent went straight for Zhang Ling's throat.

At the critical moment, Zhang Ling dodged sideways and at the same time swept his leg, knocking Yamamoto Ikki to the ground.

After all, Yamamoto Ikki was a veteran who had been on the battlefield for a long time. He reacted very quickly. After falling to the ground, he rolled over and avoided Zhang Ling's subsequent attack. Then he quickly stood up and pounced on Zhang Ling again.

The two men immediately started fighting each other, punching and kicking each other fiercely, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while.

Although Zhang Ling came from the modern era and was proficient in various fighting skills, Yamamoto Ikki was, after all, a specially trained Japanese officer. He was tall and had superior strength, so Zhang Ling gradually fell behind.

"Damn it, I'm going to fight you!" Zhang Ling was hit in the chest by Yamamoto Kazuki's punch, and he immediately felt a surge of blood, but he did not give up. Instead, it aroused his ferocity. He roared angrily and rushed towards Yamamoto Kazuki desperately.

The two men wrestled with each other again, rolling on the ground, biting each other like mad tigers.

"Company commander!"

"Captain!"

When Zhuzi and Wang Xikui arrived with the soldiers, they saw this scene. They were both shocked and rushed forward with their men to help.

"Don't come over here!" Zhang Ling yelled, "I'm going to kill this son of a bitch with my own hands today!"

Zhuzi, Wang Xikui and others looked at each other and had to stop and watch the battle group nervously.

The battle between Zhang Ling and Yamamoto Ikki has reached a fever pitch. Both of them are covered in wounds and their clothes are stained with blood, but neither of them has given up and their eyes are filled with murderous intent.

"Haha, Chinese, is this all you can do?" Yamamoto Ikki laughed wildly. Although he was also injured, he was obviously more relaxed than Zhang Ling.

"Fuck you!" Zhang Ling cursed angrily and bit Yamamoto Ikki's shoulder, and blood immediately gushed out.

"Ah!" Yamamoto Ikki screamed, kicked Zhang Ling away, and backed away repeatedly, covering his shoulder.

Zhang Ling took the opportunity to get up, picked up a bayonet from the ground, pointed it at Yamamoto Ikki, and sneered: "Little devil, today is the day you die!"

Yamamoto Ikki's face was gloomy. He didn't expect that this Chinese man was so stubborn that he was forced to this point.

"Baga!" Yamamoto Ikki cursed angrily and rushed towards Zhang Ling with his knife again.

Zhang Ling took a deep breath, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, he gripped the bayonet tightly, and rushed towards Yamamoto Ikki.

At this moment, there was a sudden loud explosion in the distance, followed by a chaotic sound of footsteps and shouts.

"Baga! What's going on?" Yamamoto Ikki's face changed drastically and he quickly turned his head to look in the direction where the sound came from.

"Captain! It's Li Yunlong! Li Yunlong is leading his men to attack us!" A soldier pointed to the distance and shouted loudly.

"What?" Zhang Ling and Yamamoto Ikki exclaimed at the same time, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

In the distance, a team was rushing towards this side with great momentum. Leading them was a tall man holding a big knife. He was the commander of the independent regiment, Li Yunlong!

"Hahaha, you damn Japs, I'm late!" Li Yunlong's voice came from afar, like thunder out of the blue, deafening.

......

Yamamoto Ikki! Zhang Ling was shocked. This Yamamoto Ikki was not an ordinary Japanese officer. He was a commander of the Japanese Army Special Forces. He was proficient in various tactics and had extremely accurate shooting skills. He had caused heavy casualties to the Eighth Route Army many times.

Yamamoto Ikki showed a sneer on his lips and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes. He slowly raised the samurai sword in his hand, and the blade flashed coldly in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Kill!" Yamamoto Ikki shouted and swung his knife towards Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling did not dare to delay and quickly raised his gun to block. With a "clang" sound, the samurai sword hit the gun, sparks flying.

Yamamoto Ikki was so strong that Zhang Ling only felt a numbness in his arm and a dull pain in the base of his thumb.

"Your shooting skills are good, but unfortunately your opponent is me!" Yamamoto Ikki said, and the samurai sword in his hand slashed at Zhang Ling again, each move was fierce and deadly.

Zhang Ling dodged and looked for an opportunity to counterattack, but Yamamoto Ikki's swordsmanship was too fast and he had no chance to shoot.

The two men fought back and forth with swords flashing and sabers flying. The surrounding soldiers were attracted by this fierce battle and stopped to watch.

"Captain, be careful!" Zhuzi shouted anxiously when he saw Zhang Ling was at a disadvantage.

Zhang Ling gritted his teeth. He knew he couldn't continue to passively take the beating like this. He had to find an opportunity to fight back.

At this moment, Yamamoto Ikki suddenly revealed a flaw. Zhang Ling seized the opportunity, raised the Type 38 rifle in his hand, and blocked Yamamoto Ikki's samurai sword. At the same time, he quickly pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

A gunshot rang out, and the bullet whizzed out and hit Yamamoto Ikki in the chest.

Yamamoto Kazuki groaned, looked down at the bloody hole in his chest in disbelief, and then his body slowly fell down.

"Killed! The Japanese commander was killed!" Upon seeing this, the soldiers of the independent regiment cheered and their morale was boosted.

"Charge! Revenge for our dead brothers!"

The soldiers of the independent regiment launched a final charge on the Japanese positions like a flood that broke through a dam.

The Japanese were leaderless and immediately fell into chaos. They were defeated one after another under the fierce attack of the independent regiment soldiers.

The battle was over, the sun was setting, and the last rays of sunset were burning on the horizon, illuminating the devastated battlefield with corpses strewn all over the ground.

Zhang Ling stood on the battlefield, looking at the corpses scattered all over the ground, feeling mixed emotions.

"Captain, are you okay?" Zhuzi ran to Zhang Ling and asked with concern.

Zhang Ling shook his head and said, "I'm fine. Zhuzi, go and count the casualties."

"Yes!" Zhuzi saluted and turned to carry out the order.

Zhang Ling walked to Yamamoto Ikki's body, bent down and picked up his samurai sword. The sword was made of fine steel, the blade was shining with cold light, and a lifelike dragon was carved on the handle.

Zhang Ling pulled out the knife and looked at it carefully. Suddenly, he found a few small words engraved on the handle - Yamamoto Ikki.

“Yamamoto Ikki…” Zhang Ling murmured to himself, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, “I’ll remember you!”

"Report to the company commander, the battalion commander of the third battalion of the independent regiment, Kong Jie, is here to report!" A loud voice came from a distance.

Zhang Ling looked up and saw a burly man with a full beard, riding a chestnut warhorse, and leading a group of soldiers, walking towards him in a dusty manner.

"Kong Jie?" Zhang Ling's heart moved, this Kong Jie was famous in the independent regiment.

"Kong Jie? Why is he here?" Zhang Ling was puzzled. Kong Jie was the battalion commander of the third battalion of the independent regiment. He was always known for his bravery in combat, but he also had an impulsive personality. Why did he suddenly come to him this time?

"Captain Kong, I've long heard of your name!" Zhang Ling stepped forward and said with a smile.

Kong Jie dismounted and strode to Zhang Ling. He looked him up and down and laughed: "You are Zhang Ling? You are indeed a handsome man. Heroes emerge young!"

Zhang Ling felt a little embarrassed by his praise and said modestly: "Captain Kong, you are too kind. This battle was thanks to your Third Battalion's timely arrival, otherwise our First Battalion might have..."

"Hey, we are brothers, why are you saying these polite words!" Kong Jie waved his hand and interrupted Zhang Ling. "You have done a great deed this time. You killed Yamamoto Ikki by yourself. If this news gets out, the whole independent regiment will be shocked!"

"It's just luck." Zhang Ling smiled faintly, but his heart felt heavy. Although Yamamoto Ikki was dead, the war was far from over.

"By the way, I came here this time on the orders of the regiment commander, asking you to take a battalion of soldiers back to the headquarters immediately." Kong Jie put away his smile and said seriously.

"Go back to headquarters?" Zhang Ling was stunned. "What happened?"