Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Chapter 428 I’m here to save you

Zhang Ling's heart tightened, and he had a bad feeling. He knew that the Japanese wanted him out, and it was definitely not a good thing.

He glanced at Lao Zhao and said in a deep voice, "Lao Zhao, take care of yourself."

After saying that, Zhang Ling took a deep breath and walked out resolutely.

On the playground of the prisoner-of-war camp stood a short Japanese officer, holding a samurai sword in his hand and looking at Zhang Ling with a grim face.

"Zhang Ling, you're dead!" the Japanese officer said in broken Chinese.

Zhang Ling looked at him coldly without saying a word.

"You are quite courageous!" The Japanese officer sneered, "But I will soon grind your courage to pieces!"

He swung the samurai sword and chopped it down towards Zhang Ling's head...

At this critical moment, a gunshot broke the silence of the night sky.

The Japanese officer fell to the ground with a bullet in his forehead and died with his eyes open.

A figure in black nightgown slowly walked out from the darkness...

Zhang Ling was stunned, his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand. Zhao Yiyi was the softest corner of his heart, and the source of his motivation for revenge. He thought she had already died in occupied Beijing, but he did not expect that a glimmer of hope would be ignited in this purgatory-like place of the prisoner-of-war camp.

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

Lao Zhao nodded heavily. "She is alive, but it is worse than death. The devils took her to a comfort station..."

Before Lao Zhao finished speaking, Zhang Ling felt his eyes go dark and he almost fainted. The comfort station was a hell on earth, a devil's den that devoured women's souls. He couldn't imagine how the gentle and kind Yiyi could survive in such an environment.

"Where? Which comfort station?" Zhang Ling grabbed Lao Zhao's shoulders, with flames of anger burning in his eyes.

Old Zhao was startled by Zhang Ling's look. He had never seen the head of the regiment so out of control. "In... in the 'Yahe Building' in the county town..."

"Yamato Building..." Zhang Ling repeated the name with gritted teeth, as if he wanted to carve it into his bones. He slowly let go of Lao Zhao, his eyes filled with cold murderous intent.

"Old Zhao, are you willing to escape with me?" Zhang Ling's voice was low and firm.

Lao Zhao did not hesitate at all, "Captain, I have already risked my life. As long as I can get revenge, I will follow you through fire and water!"

From that day on, Zhang Ling and Lao Zhao began to secretly plan a prison escape. They carefully observed the terrain of the prisoner-of-war camp and looked for all the resources they could use. They knew that the hope of escaping was slim, but for revenge and for Yiyi, they had to give it a try.

Life in the prisoner-of-war camp was still cruel. People died and collapsed every day. However, Zhang Ling and Lao Zhao were like two hard stones, silently enduring all the suffering. The hatred in their hearts was the only motivation that kept them alive.

A month later, on a rainy night, Zhang Ling and Lao Zhao finally implemented their plan to escape. They used the tools they had prepared to pry open the iron lock of the cell, and then took advantage of the cover of darkness and heavy rain to quietly reach the wall of the prisoner-of-war camp.

"Captain, I'll go first!" Lao Zhao said in a low voice.

Zhang Ling nodded. Lao Zhao was very agile and climbed up the wall in no time. He lay on the wall and stretched out his hand, "Captain, come up quickly!"

Zhang Ling took a deep breath and began to climb up. At this moment, a gunshot pierced the night sky.

"Who is it?!" the voice of a Japanese soldier sounded not far away.

Oh no, I've been discovered! Zhang Ling's heart sank and he increased his climbing speed.

"Bang, bang, bang!" A few more gunshots were heard, and the bullets whizzed past Zhang Ling's ears.

"Old Zhao, hurry up!" Zhang Ling shouted and finally climbed over the wall.

Old Zhao grabbed Zhang Ling's hand, and the two of them quickly climbed over the wall and disappeared into the night.

The two men ran all the way until they were far away from the prisoner-of-war camp, and only then did they dare to stop to catch their breath.

"Captain, are you okay?" Lao Zhao asked with concern.

Zhang Ling shook his head. "It's okay. We have to leave here quickly. The devils will catch up with us soon."

The two continued to move towards the county town. They had no map, no compass, only the burning fire of revenge in their hearts to guide them in the direction they were heading.

Along the way, they slept in the open air, dodged the enemy's patrols, and experienced countless hardships and dangers, but never gave up hope.

A few days later, they finally arrived near the county town.

"Yamato Building..." Zhang Ling saw the brightly lit building from afar and felt mixed emotions.

"Captain, what should we do now?" asked Lao Zhao.

Zhang Ling narrowed his eyes and looked at Yamato Building, with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes. "Tonight, I will turn Yamato Building into a living hell!"

As night fell, Zhang Ling and Lao Zhao sneaked into the county town. They disguised themselves as beggars and sneaked into the Yahe Building.

The Yamato Building was filled with lights, wine, women, singing and dancing, and a decadent atmosphere. Zhang Ling suppressed his anger and carefully observed the surrounding environment, looking for Yiyi's figure.

Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in Zhang Ling's sight.

"Yiyi..." Zhang Ling's heart trembled, and he could hardly believe his eyes.

I saw Yi Yi wearing a tattered kimono, with a pale face and empty eyes, like a soulless puppet, being held in the arms of a fat and big-eared Japanese officer.

Seeing this, Zhang Ling's anger could no longer be suppressed and burst out instantly. He rushed forward, grabbed the Japanese officer by the collar, and threw him to the ground...

Zhang Ling held his breath, his heart pounding. Zhao Yiyi was the softest and most painful memory in his heart. Ever since he received the news of her "sacrifice" half a year ago, he has been living in self-blame and regret.

Old Zhao had a complicated expression, and lowered his voice and said, "Captain, Yiyi...is not dead. But..." He paused, as if he couldn't speak, "but she is in the devil's comfort station..."

"What?!" Zhang Ling felt a surge of blood rushing to his head, and his vision went dark. He grabbed Lao Zhao's collar, his knuckles turning white, "Say it again!"

Old Zhao closed his eyes in pain and nodded.

Zhang Ling seemed to have lost all his strength and sat down on the ground. The comfort station was hell on earth, a place where he had vowed to tear the Japanese into pieces, and now, his fiancée had ended up there...

"Where? Which comfort station?" Zhang Ling's voice was hoarse, like a devil crawling out of hell.

Lao Zhao told him the location of the comfort station, which was in a small town not far from the POW camp.

At that moment, a raging fire ignited in Zhang Ling's heart. He vowed to rescue Yiyi no matter what the cost!

In the next few days, Zhang Ling paced around the prisoner-of-war camp like a trapped beast, carefully observing his surroundings and looking for any opportunity to escape.

He noticed that although the walls of the prisoner-of-war camp were tall, the barbed wire in one corner was a little loose. Every night, there would be a team of devils patrolling, but there would be a short gap when changing guards.

This is an opportunity, and the only opportunity.

One dark night, Zhang Ling and Lao Zhao took advantage of the gap when the Japanese changed their guards and quietly came to the corner of the wall. They used the hidden stones to grind off the barbed wire and then quickly got out.

After escaping from the POW camp, they ran all the way towards the comfort station that Lao Zhao had mentioned.

On the way, they encountered a patrol of Japanese soldiers and were almost discovered. In order to protect Zhang Ling, Lao Zhao deliberately led the Japanese soldiers away and eventually died heroically.

Zhang Ling suppressed his grief and continued to move forward. He knew that he could not let down Lao Zhao's sacrifice, and he must rescue Yiyi!

Finally, he arrived at the door of the comfort station.

This is a two-story building with a red lantern hanging at the door, emitting an ambiguous light. From the building came waves of women's cries and men's obscene laughter, which made people shudder.

Zhang Ling took a deep breath, clenched the dagger in his hand, and walked in resolutely.

In the lobby on the first floor, several disheveled women were drinking and singing with the devils. When they saw Zhang Ling coming in, they all showed horrified eyes.

Zhang Ling ignored them and went straight to the second floor. He knew that Yiyi must be upstairs.

In the corridor on the second floor, there stood two Japanese guards armed with live ammunition. Zhang Ling did not hesitate, and shot the two Japanese soldiers to death with lightning speed.

He kicked open one door after another, looking for Yiyi.

Finally, in a room, he saw her.

Yiyi curled up in the corner, her clothes ragged and her eyes empty, like a puppet without a soul.

"Yiyi!" Zhang Ling called out tremblingly.

Yiyi slowly raised her head and saw Zhang Ling. A light flashed in her eyes, then dimmed again.

"Brother Ling...is that you?" Her voice was hoarse and full of despair.

"It's me, Yiyi! I'm here to save you!" Zhang Ling rushed over and hugged her tightly.

Yiyi didn't say anything, just cried silently.

Suddenly, there was a noisy sound of footsteps outside the door.

"The Japs are coming!" Zhang Ling's face changed. He knew that they had to leave here immediately.

He picked up Yi Yi and jumped out of the window.

Behind the comfort station was a forest. Zhang Ling ran wildly in the forest holding Yiyi in his arms, with the enemy's bullets whizzing past them.

At this moment, a bullet hit Yiyi's chest.

"Yiyi!" Zhang Ling was heartbroken.

Yiyi lay in Zhang Ling's arms with a smile on her lips.

"Brother Ling... I can finally... be free..."

After saying this, she closed her eyes and left this world forever.

Zhang Ling held Yiyi's body and howled to the sky.

"what--"

His voice was filled with despair and anger, echoing in the silent night sky.

He hugged Yi Yi's body tightly, as if he wanted to merge her into his own body.

Suddenly, he felt Yiyi's body slowly getting colder and harder.