Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Chapter 348 Team Retreat

The Japanese officer hiding behind a carriage saw this scene and gnashed his teeth in anger, but he could do nothing about it.

He knew that he was doomed tonight. The fighting power of this Eighth Route Army team was far beyond his imagination. Moreover, they had a secret weapon that they didn't know about - grenades!

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!" The Japanese officer had no choice but to order the troops to retreat.

"Want to run? It's not that easy!"

Seeing that the Japanese were trying to escape, Zhang Ling sneered, took out a few grenades from his arms, pulled the fuses, and threw them towards the rear of the Japanese team.

Boom boom boom!

A series of explosions sounded, and the rear of the Japanese army suddenly turned into a sea of ​​fire, with countless Japanese soldiers being blown to pieces.

"Hahaha! Little Japs, this is what you get for invading China!" Zhang Ling laughed out loud as he watched the Japs fleeing in a panic.

"Commander, the Japanese have run away!" A soldier ran to Kong Jie and reported.

"Don't chase the desperate enemy! Clean up the battlefield!" Kong Jie ordered.

"Yes!"

The soldiers of the independent regiment cheered excitedly. They won a beautiful victory and seized a large number of weapons, ammunition and military supplies.

"Zhang Ling, you're great! Thanks to you, we were able to win this battle!" Kong Jie walked to Zhang Ling, patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"Hehe, it's all thanks to the captain's good leadership!" Zhang Ling scratched his head and said with a smile.

"Okay, stop being so modest! Come on, let's go back and have a drink!" Kong Jie said, putting his arm around Zhang Ling's shoulders and walking towards the village.

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The victory of the independent regiment shocked the entire northwest Shanxi and also attracted the attention of the Japanese army.

At the Japanese First Army Headquarters, Yoshio Shinozuka's face turned pale as he looked at the battle report in his hand.

"Damn it! Where on earth did this independent regiment come from? Why is their combat effectiveness so strong?" Shinozuka Yoshio roared angrily.

"Your Excellency the General, according to the intelligence we have received, the commander of this independent regiment is called Kong Jie, an experienced veteran of the Eighth Route Army, and..." A Japanese staff officer hesitated to speak.

"And what? Tell me!" Shinozuka Yoshio shouted impatiently.

"Moreover, according to the intelligence we have obtained, there is a very mysterious person in this independent regiment..." The Japanese staff officer paused and continued, "This person seems to have some special abilities..."

"Special ability?" Shinozuka Yoshio frowned and asked, "What special ability?"

"This... we don't know yet..." The Japanese staff officer lowered his head and said, "However, according to the intelligence we have obtained, this person seems to be able to control some unknown power, and..."

"And what? What exactly do you want to say?" Yoshio Shinozuka shouted impatiently.

"Moreover, according to the intelligence we have obtained, this person seems to be in contact with..." The Japanese staff officer suddenly stopped talking here, with a hesitant look on his face.

"And what? Just tell me now!" Shinozuka Yoshio yelled angrily.

"It's related to... the legendary..." The Japanese staff officer took a deep breath and finally mustered up the courage to say, "It's related to the legendary gods..."

"what?!"

Hearing this, Shinozuka Yoshio's face suddenly changed, and he stood up suddenly, his face full of disbelief...

boom!

The light from the grenade explosion lit up half the sky, and the shock wave from the explosion knocked the surrounding Japanese soldiers to the ground. The Japanese troops, who were already in a panic due to the surprise attack, were now in complete chaos, with ghosts howling and running away in panic.

"You damned little Japs, grandpa is going to give you a big gift!" Zhang Ling hid behind a big tree, looking at the Japs in chaos with a sneer on his face.

He picked up a Type 38 rifle from the ground, pulled the bolt, and shot at the fleeing Japanese.

boom!

A Japanese soldier fell to the ground.

Zhang Ling did not stop at all. The Type 38 rifle in his hand continued to spew out flames. One by one, the Japanese soldiers fell in a pool of blood under his precise shooting.

"Kill!"

At this moment, the soldiers of the independent regiment who were ambushed nearby also rushed out from the darkness and launched a fierce attack on the Japanese.

For a moment, there were loud gunshots and shouts of killing, and the entire valley turned into a Shura battlefield.

"Baga! The Eighth Route Army! Damn the Eighth Route Army!"

When the Japanese officer saw that his troops were ambushed, he became furious. He waved his command knife and yelled hysterically, trying to reorganize the troops to resist.

However, all this was in vain. Under the fierce firepower of the independent regiment soldiers, the devil's resistance quickly collapsed.

"Brothers, charge! Kill all these sons of bitches!"

Kong Jie was holding a Czech light machine gun, firing and shouting loudly.

Under his leadership, the soldiers of the independent regiment were like a tiger descending from the mountain, unstoppable, killing the Japanese and making them flee in disarray.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the Japanese officer knew that he had no chance of escape. He closed his eyes in despair, waiting for death to come.

"Don't be afraid, Taijun. I'll take you on your way!"

At this moment, a cold voice sounded in his ears.

The Japanese officer suddenly opened his eyes and saw a shiny big knife placed on his neck, and the person holding the knife was Zhang Ling.

"idiot!"

The Japanese officer roared and tried to make a final struggle.

However, Zhang Ling's movements were faster. He raised his hand and swung his knife. A big head flew into the sky, and blood gushed out, splashing all over Zhang Ling's body and face.

"Pooh!"

Zhang Ling spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and looked coldly at the corpse of the Japanese officer on the ground, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

"Captain, all the devils have been wiped out!"

At this time, Kong Jie came over and said excitedly.

"it is good!"

Zhang Ling nodded and a smile appeared on his face. In this ambush, their independent regiment won a great victory. Not only did they annihilate the Japanese troops, but they also seized more than a dozen vehicles of ammunition and supplies. It was a fruitful harvest.

"Zhang Ling, you are really good. This time it's all thanks to you. Otherwise, we might not be able to defeat this group of devils."

Kong Jie patted Zhang Ling on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"It's all thanks to the commander's good command. I just did what I was supposed to do."

Zhang Ling said modestly.

"Okay, stop being so modest. How could I not know your abilities?"

Kong Jie waved his hand and said, "When I go back this time, I will definitely ask the brigade commander for credit for you!"

"Thank you, captain!"

Zhang Ling smiled and said nothing more.

"By the way, Zhang Ling, how did you do it? How did you make the Japanese believe that our artillery positions were destroyed?"

Kong Jie suddenly remembered something and asked curiously.

"Hey, Captain, it's actually very simple..."

Zhang Ling leaned close to Kong Jie's ear and whispered.

"Hahaha, kid, you're really something!"

After listening to Zhang Ling's explanation, Kong Jie burst into laughter and looked at Zhang Ling with admiration in his eyes.

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After the battle, the soldiers of the independent regiment began to clean up the battlefield and count the spoils.

"Captain, look, what is this?"

At this time, a soldier came over with a samurai sword and handed it to Kong Jie.

Kong Jie took the samurai sword and looked at it carefully.

This samurai sword has a slender blade, an extremely sharp blade, and the handle is engraved with exquisite patterns. You can tell at first glance that it is not an ordinary item.

"What a good knife! What a good knife!"

Kong Jie couldn't help but admire it. Although he didn't know much about knives, he could tell that this knife was worth a lot of money.

"Captain, this knife should belong to that Japanese officer, right?"

The warrior said.

"Well, it should be."

Kong Jie nodded, then handed the samurai sword to Zhang Ling and said, "Zhang Ling, this sword is for you as a reward for your meritorious service this time."

"This... How can this be so embarrassing?"

Zhang Ling declined.

"Just take it when I tell you to. Why are you being so polite to me?"

Kong Jie said with a smile.

"Okay then, thank you, Captain!"

Zhang Ling no longer refused, took the samurai sword, and stroked it lovingly.

"By the way, Zhang Ling, what is the name of this knife?"

Kong Jie asked.

"There seem to be a few words engraved on it..."

Zhang Ling turned over the blade, looked at it carefully, and said, "It seems to be... the sword of Ame-no-Kurosakumo?!"

"The Kusanagi sword?"

Kong Jie's face suddenly changed when he heard this, and he exclaimed, "This...isn't this the legendary artifact from Japan?!"

Boom! The sound of the grenade exploding echoed in the valley, startling a flock of birds. The Japanese troops were blown to pieces by the sudden attack, and the originally neat formation instantly became a mess. The soldiers ran around like headless flies, and some even threw their guns away and ran away.

"Baga! What are you panicking about?" The Japanese officer drew his command knife and roared at the top of his lungs, trying to regain control of the situation. However, fear spread like a plague among the Japanese troops, and his roar was completely drowned out by the chaos.

Zhang Ling took advantage of the explosion and dodged to a carriage. He quickly lifted the curtain and found that it was full of wooden boxes and a strong smell of engine oil.

"Wow, we're going to make a fortune this time!" Zhang Ling's eyes lit up. These were all good stuff. If he could bring them all back, the firepower of the independent regiment would at least be improved to a higher level.

"What are you doing, kid?" Kong Jie led the soldiers of the independent regiment out of the woods. Seeing Zhang Ling staring at the carriage, he couldn't help but laughed and scolded, "What are you still staring at? Hurry up and move your things!"

"Hey!" Zhang Ling responded, and hurriedly worked with the soldiers to move the wooden boxes down from the carriage.

"Commander, the Japanese seem to be running away!" a soldier shouted, pointing into the distance.

Kong Jie looked up and saw the remaining Japanese soldiers, led by officers, fleeing out of the valley in a panic.

"Want to run? Not that easy!" Kong Jie sneered, "First Battalion, Second Battalion, chase them! Don't let these sons of bitches get away! Third Battalion, cover Zhang Ling and bring all the stuff back to me!"

"Yes!" The soldiers answered in unison, and then divided into two teams. One team chased the Japanese in the direction of their escape, while the other team stayed behind to cover Zhang Ling in transporting supplies.