NABC Chapter 381 Everyone Likes to Call Him
Chapter 381 Everyone Likes to Call Him
He soon became a favorite of Li Yunlong. Li Yunlong liked to call him for everything and even asked him to be his "military adviser", which made the veterans of the independent regiment very envious.
"I say, Old Zhao, look at Zhang Ling. He is young, but his brain is very sharp. He can come up with all kinds of new things. We are not like him. We are old and still only know a few old-fashioned fighting methods." The speaker was the commander of the 1st Battalion of the Independent Regiment, named Zhang Dabiao. He was rough and generous, and was Li Yunlong's best friend.
Lao Zhao, the soldier with the scar on his face, was named Zhao Gang, the political commissar of the independent regiment. He smiled and shook his head when he heard this. "Lao Zhang, don't be so ungrateful. Zhang Ling is educated and knowledgeable. If you are envious, then let your soldiers read more books and stop just wielding swords and guns all day long."
Zhang Dabiao curled his lips, "Reading? What's the use of that thing? Can it help fight the Japanese? Besides, we are rough guys, how can we have the time to read!"
Zhao Gang wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Li Yunlong's rough voice, "Okay, the two of you stop arguing and come over here to see what good stuff Zhang Ling has come up with!"
Zhang Ling was squatting on an open space at this time, holding a branch in his hand and drawing something on the ground. A group of soldiers surrounded him, each of them stretched their necks and looked at him with curiosity.
"Commander, Political Commissar, Battalion Commander, you are here." Zhang Ling saw the three people coming and quickly stood up, pointing at the pattern on the ground and said, "I was just thinking, can we use the terrain to set a trap and give the Japanese a hard time?"
Li Yunlong was immediately interested when he heard this. "Oh? What trap? Tell me about it!"
What Zhang Ling drew on the ground was a topographic map of the valley that the Japanese army was about to pass through. He pointed to a narrow valley entrance on the map and said, "We can bury mines at this location, and then arrange some booby traps and trip wires. As soon as the Japanese enter the valley, we will detonate the explosives and make sure they never come back!"
When Li Yunlong heard this, he immediately clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Good boy, you are a real genius! Why didn't I think of this trick? I'll do as you say!"
Zhao Gang frowned and said, "Old Li, this method is good, but we don't have many mines. If we use them all here, if the Japanese come from other places, we will be in trouble."
Li Yunlong waved his hand disapprovingly, "What's there to be afraid of? I never play by the rules when it comes to fighting. Even if the Japs come around, I can beat them back!"
Zhang Ling knew Li Yunlong's temper, so he didn't say much, but just secretly calculated in his heart. He came from the future, knew the direction of this war, and knew the glorious achievements of Li Yunlong's independent regiment in the history of the War of Resistance. He believed that as long as he followed Li Yunlong, he would be able to make a name for himself in this era and complete his revenge plan!
In the next few days, all the soldiers of the independent regiment were mobilized. According to Zhang Ling's plan, they buried a large number of mines and booby traps in the valley and set up strict guard posts around them.
Based on his knowledge, Zhang Ling also made some simple explosive devices using bamboo tubes and iron sheets. Although these devices were not very powerful, they were simple to make and numerous, enough to cause certain casualties to the Japanese army.
Everything is ready, just waiting for the devils to fall into our trap.
That evening, news came from the sentry post that a small Japanese army unit was heading towards the valley.
When Li Yunlong received the report, he jumped up excitedly and shouted, "Brothers, the Japanese are here, beat them up!"
The soldiers of the independent regiment had been ready to fight for a long time. When they heard Li Yunlong's order, they rushed out of the position like tigers out of the cage.
Zhang Ling also rushed out with Li Yunlong. Although he came from the future, the training during this period has made him proficient in the use of various weapons, and his shooting skills are becoming more and more accurate.
The Japanese squad, consisting of about a hundred men and well-equipped, advanced aggressively into the valley, completely unaware that they had stepped into a death trap.
When they entered the preset ambush circle, Li Yunlong gave an order and the mines and booby traps buried on both sides of the valley exploded at the same time. The earth shook and the air was filled with smoke. The Japanese soldiers suffered heavy casualties.
"Baga! What is this place?"
Japanese squad leader Yamamoto Ikki crawled out of the smoke and was knocked to the ground by a blast of bullets before he could figure out what was going on.
The soldiers of the independent regiment rushed out from all directions, pounced on the remaining Japanese troops like a pack of wild wolves, and launched hand-to-hand combat.
Zhang Ling held a captured Japanese Type 38 rifle, aimed calmly, and fired. Every shot took the life of an enemy.
He was like the god of death from hell, leaving behind blood and gore wherever he went.
The battle was over quickly, and except for a few Japanese soldiers who managed to escape, the rest were all wiped out.
The independent regiment achieved another great victory since its establishment and seized a large amount of weapons, ammunition and supplies.
Li Yunlong was so happy that he couldn't stop grinning. He patted Zhang Ling on the shoulder and laughed, "Good boy, this move of yours is really amazing. I have never had such a satisfying fight in my life!"
Zhang Ling also laughed. Looking at the corpses of Japanese soldiers scattered all over the ground, he felt no pity at all, only endless pleasure.
He came to this era for revenge, to drive those invaders out of China, and to prevent this country and nation from suffering humiliation again!
However, while celebrating the victory, Zhang Ling felt a little uneasy in his heart. He knew that this was just a small victory, and there was still a long way to go in the future, and there were even more powerful enemies waiting for them.
What worries him even more is that he finds himself inadvertently involved in a huge conspiracy, and this conspiracy seems to be related to the reason why he traveled to this era...
Zhang Ling used a branch to draw a simple shape on the ground, pointed to the middle and said, "This is the road where the devils often appear. There are hills on both sides. We can ambush on the hills and wait for the devils to pass by. We can first use machine guns to shoot them and catch them off guard, and then..."
"What happened next?" Li Yunlong listened attentively and asked.
"Then," Zhang Ling paused and kept the topic a secret, "we can dig a few big holes on this road, bury sharpened bamboo stakes in them, and cover them with branches and grass. The Japanese will fall into them accidentally, hehe..."
As Zhang Ling spoke, he made an expression like a Japanese soldier who was stabbed by a bamboo stick and screamed, which made Li Yunlong laugh out loud.
"Good boy, this is a good idea!" Li Yunlong patted Zhang Ling on the shoulder and smiled from ear to ear, "It's much better than that nerd Lao Kong, who only knows how to talk about war on paper and is at a loss when it comes to actual combat!"
Kong Jie is the deputy commander of the independent regiment. He is cautious and likes to use military tactics. His personality is exactly the opposite of Li Yunlong's. The two often argue over combat plans.
"Thank you for the compliment, Commander. I am just providing an idea. As for how to implement it specifically, it is up to you, the political commissar, and the battalion commander to decide." Zhang Ling said modestly.
"Okay, it's settled!" Li Yunlong waved his hand, "Lao Zhao, Lao Zhang, take your men to prepare. We're going to set up a 'bamboo stick formation' for the Japanese tonight!"
Zhao Gang and Zhang Dabiao took the order and left, and Zhang Ling followed to help.
In the next few days, the soldiers of the independent regiment were making intensive preparations. They cut down trees, dug holes and buried bamboo sticks. Everyone was working enthusiastically, as if they were about to usher in a grand festival.
Zhang Ling also joined them. Although he came from the future, he was not spoiled at all. Instead, he was more hardworking than these veterans.
He carried logs thicker than himself, his clothes soaked with sweat, but he never complained of being tired, because he knew that only by defeating the Japanese invaders could he return to his own era and see his loved ones whom he missed so much.
At night, the soldiers of the independent regiment ambushed on the hill. They were covered with camouflage nets, holding cold weapons in their hands, and staring at the winding road below the mountain without blinking.
Zhang Ling was also lying behind a rock, holding a rifle in his hand, which he had received from a sacrificed soldier. He gently stroked the gun and secretly swore in his heart that he must use this gun to kill more Japanese devils and avenge his sacrificed comrades!
Time passed minute by minute, the night grew darker, and the forest became eerily quiet, with only the occasional calls of nightingales.
"coming!"
Someone shouted, breaking the silence. Zhang Ling quickly looked up and saw a group of dark shadows appearing in the distance, slowly walking along the mountain road.
"It's the devils!"
"Ready to fight!"
Li Yunlong's low voice rang out in the night sky, and the soldiers of the independent regiment raised their weapons and aimed at the invading enemy.
The Japanese soldiers seemed unaware of the danger. They continued to line up in a long snake formation and marched in neat steps. The Japanese officer in the lead was holding a samurai sword that was shining with a cold light in his hand.
"beat!"
Following Li Yunlong's order, gunfire suddenly rang out on the hill. The roar of machine guns, the firing of rifles, and the explosion of grenades intertwined into a passionate battle melody.
The Japanese were caught off guard and they dodged in panic, but the dense bullets still ruthlessly reaped their lives. One by one, the Japanese fell in a pool of blood, and their wails and screams echoed throughout the valley.
"Come on!"
Zhang Dabiao was the first to jump out of the trench, waving a machete, and led a battalion of soldiers down the hillside to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Japs.
Li Yunlong was not willing to be outdone. He picked up a light machine gun and fired wildly at the Japs. Bullets poured out like raindrops, making it impossible for the Japs to raise their heads.
Zhang Ling also held a rifle, aimed at a Japanese officer, pulled the trigger, and the bullet whizzed out and hit the Japanese officer right in the middle of his eyebrows. The Japanese officer fell to the ground and the samurai sword in his hand also fell to the ground.