Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Chapter 517 Attack on the Arsenal

"Report to the general, someone attacked the armory!" A guard ran over to report in a panic.

"Baga! Who did this?" Shanben roared angrily.

"It's not clear yet, we are trying our best to catch him!" said the guard.

Shanben's face turned pale when he saw this scene. He realized that he had been tricked into leaving the mountain. He immediately ordered: "Strengthen the guards and protect my safety!"

However, it was too late. Just as Shanben Yimu finished speaking, Zhang Ling appeared behind him like a ghost, and the dagger in his hand flashed with cold light, fiercely stabbing into Shanben Yimu's back.

"Ah..." Shanben let out a scream and fell down limply.

"After seeing this scene of Shanben, your death has come!" Zhang Ling said coldly, his eyes filled with the flame of revenge.

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After solving the rare book scene, Zhang Ling immediately led the team members to retreat. However, as soon as they rushed out of the station, they were surrounded by the island army.

"Damn it, we're surrounded!" Wang Dachui cursed. He raised his machine gun and fired a volley of bullets at the Japanese soldiers rushing towards him.

"Break through!" Zhang Ling roared. The dagger in his hand was like the scythe of death, reaping the lives of the devils.

The battle was extremely fierce, with gunshots, explosions, and shouts of killing. Although Zhang Ling's team was brave and good at fighting, they were outnumbered and gradually fell into a disadvantage.

"Boss, we can't hold on any longer!" Li Ergou was covered in blood. He leaned against Zhang Ling and shouted loudly.

Zhang Ling's body was also covered with wounds, and his clothes were stained red with blood. He clenched his teeth, his eyes flashing with determination: "Even if I die, I will take a few Japanese with me!"

At this moment, a rumbling sound of artillery suddenly came from a distance...

The night was falling, and it was pitch dark. Zhang Ling led his team, moving through the island military base like a ghost. Everyone's breathing was suppressed to the lowest, but the sound of their heartbeats was particularly clear in the silent night.

The residence of the rare book scene was heavily guarded. The searchlight on the watchtower was like a huge single eye, scanning back and forth, exposing any movement in the dazzling light.

"Damn, this old Japanese is more cunning than a rat." A soldier named Wang Erhu in the team cursed in a low voice.

Zhang Ling made a gesture to keep quiet and scanned the surrounding environment with sharp eyes. He observed that although the searchlight on the watchtower had a wide scanning range, it had a certain pattern, and there was a short blind spot between the two beams of light.

"Erhu, Zhuzi, you two are responsible for dealing with the Japanese on the watchtower. Remember, do it cleanly and neatly." Zhang Ling's voice was low and firm.

"Don't worry, Captain, we will complete the mission!" Wang Erhu and Zhuzi crouched down and quickly moved towards the guardhouse.

Zhang Ling led the remaining team members and took advantage of the blind spot of the searchlight to quietly approach the residence of the rare book.

A few minutes later, two dull gunshots broke the silence of the night. Zhang Ling knew that Wang Erhu and Zhuzi had succeeded.

He took a deep breath and kicked open the door of Rare Book Residence.

Inside the house, Shanben was hugging a disheveled Chinese woman, drunkenly speaking obscene words.

Seeing Zhang Ling and others suddenly breaking in, Shanben sobered up immediately. He widened his eyes in horror and subconsciously reached out to touch the pistol on the bedside.

However, Zhang Ling's movements were faster. The dagger in his hand flew out like lightning and accurately pierced Shanben Yimu's throat.

"Ugh..." Shanben groaned in pain, blood gushed out of his throat, staining the white sheets red.

The Chinese woman screamed in fear and huddled in the corner, not daring to move.

Zhang Ling ignored her. He walked to the body of Rare Book, stepped on his face, and his eyes were filled with flames of hatred.

"You have committed many evil deeds. Today is the day you die!"

Zhang Ling pulled out a dagger and slashed Shanben's face several times, venting his anger.

"Company commander, the Japanese reinforcements are coming!" a soldier ran in to report.

"Retreat!" Zhang Ling gave an order and led his team members to quickly evacuate the residence of Rare Book.

......

The island’s military base was in chaos, with gunshots and shouts of killing everywhere.

Zhang Ling and others fought and retreated, and soon broke out of the encirclement of the island army.

However, at this moment, a bullet hit Zhang Ling's shoulder.

"Ah!" Zhang Ling groaned and staggered.

"Company Commander!" the soldiers around him exclaimed.

"Don't worry about me, let's go!" Zhang Ling gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and urged the team members to retreat.

"But Captain..."

"Follow orders!" Zhang Ling roared.

The team members had no choice but to leave in tears.

Zhang Ling was alone, hiding behind a big tree, and simply bandaged the wound with a piece of cloth.

He looked up at the sky, and the stars seemed to be laughing at his embarrassment.

"Ruoyun, I... I may not be able to... avenge you..." Zhang Ling muttered to himself, his consciousness gradually becoming blurred.

Just then, he heard footsteps.

"Who is it?" Zhang Lingqiang perked up and asked vigilantly.

A figure appeared in front of him. It was a young woman in a kimono with a faint smile on her face and a samurai sword in her hand.

"Who are you?" Zhang Ling asked.

"I am...the one who is here to kill you." The woman opened her red lips slightly, her voice as sweet as a nightingale.

Zhang Ling smiled bitterly: "It seems... I can't escape today..."

The woman slowly raised the samurai sword in her hand, and the blade flashed coldly in the moonlight.

"Wait!" Zhang Ling suddenly shouted, "Can you...can you tell me...your name?"

The woman was slightly stunned, then said: "My name is...Xue Ji."

"Xue Ji..." Zhang Ling repeated the name, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, "What a beautiful name..."

A barely perceptible blush flashed across Xueji's face, and the samurai sword in her hand trembled slightly.

"Do you...have any last words?" Xue Ji asked.

Zhang Ling shook his head: "No more... Let's do it..."

Xue Ji took a deep breath and swung the samurai sword in her hand fiercely...

......

The next morning, the island army found Zhang Ling's body in the woods. His body was covered with knife wounds and his death was tragic.

However, strangely, there was a strange smile on Zhang Ling's face, as if he had seen something beautiful in his dream...

However, Xue Ji, who killed Zhang Ling, seemed to have evaporated from the face of the earth and never appeared again...

Xue Ji's knife did not fall.

She stared at Zhang Ling in a daze, the blade stopped above his neck, a few strands of hair were cut off by the sharp blade and slowly fell. The strange smile on Zhang Ling's face made her feel a little inexplicably uneasy.

"Aren't you... afraid of death?" Xue Ji's voice trembled slightly. She had never seen anyone who faced death so calmly.

Zhang Ling chuckled: "Death? I've died once. I've seen too many deaths on the battlefield, and I've long since put life and death aside."

A trace of doubt flashed in Xue Ji's eyes: "Died once? What does that mean?"

Zhang Ling did not answer. Instead, he asked, "Xue Ji... why do you want to kill me?"

Xue Ji bit her lip and said, "Because... you are my enemy."

"Enemy?" Zhang Ling smiled bitterly, "But I... don't know you."

"You don't know me?" Xue Ji's tone was full of sarcasm. "You killed my brother, and you still say... you don't know me?"

Zhang Ling was shocked: "Your brother? Who is he?"

Xue Ji's eyes were red and tears welled up in her eyes: "The rare scene... is my brother!"

Zhang Ling immediately understood that this Xue Ji was the sister of the rare book! He secretly said in his heart that it was not good, it seemed that he was really doomed today.

"I...I didn't know he was your brother..." Zhang Ling tried to explain.

"Shut up!" Xue Ji roared, "You killed him, and you still want to quibble?"

Zhang Ling remained silent. He knew that nothing he said now would help.

Xue Ji raised the samurai sword in her hand again, and this time, she did not hesitate at all.

"go to hell!"

The knife flashed, Zhang Ling felt a chill on his neck, and then he lost consciousness.

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However, Zhang Ling did not die.

When he woke up again, he found himself lying in a strange room. The room was simply furnished with only a bed and a table.

"I... am not dead?" Zhang Ling muttered to himself. He touched his neck and found no wound.

"Are you awake?" a voice came.

Zhang Ling turned his head and saw an old man in white standing beside his bed.

"Who are you?" Zhang Ling asked.

The old man smiled and said, "I am... the one who saved you."

"Save me?" Zhang Ling was puzzled. "Who wants to kill me?"

The old man shook his head: "Now...it's not the time for you to know."

Zhang Ling's mind was full of questions, but he knew that asking further questions now would not yield any results.

"I...where is this?" Zhang Ling asked.

"A safe place," the old man replied.

Zhang Ling nodded. He struggled to sit up, but found that his body was very weak.

"You... need to rest." The old man helped him lie down, "When your body recovers, I will tell you everything."

Zhang Ling had no choice but to lie down again.

The old man turned and left the room, leaving Zhang Ling alone in the room thinking quietly.

He didn't know why he traveled to this strange world, nor did he know why he was involved in this dispute. He only knew that he had to survive, for revenge, and for... the girl he implicated, Ruoyun.

......

After a few days, Zhang Ling's body gradually recovered.

The old man appeared in front of him again, and this time, he told Zhang Ling everything.

It turned out that Zhang Ling traveled to a world called "Tianyuan Continent". This world is a world full of magic and fighting spirit, where humans and various monsters coexist.

The country where Zhang Ling lives is called "Dayan Dynasty". It is a country ruled by humans, but there are various forces in the country, fighting openly and secretly with each other, and disputes are constant.

Zhang Ling is a deposed prince. His father was murdered by treacherous officials and the throne was usurped by his uncle. He was hunted down and fled all the way until he was finally saved by the old man.

"Your enemy is your uncle, the current Emperor of Great Yan." The old man said, "Not only did he kill your father, he also wants to wipe you out completely."

Zhang Ling's eyes were filled with flames of hatred: "I must...take revenge!"

The old man nodded: "I know your heart is full of hatred, but... the road to revenge is full of dangers. You must be mentally prepared."

Zhang Ling took a deep breath: "I'm already... ready."

The old man patted his shoulder and said, "Very good. From today on, I will teach you how to cultivate fighting spirit and improve your strength."