Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Chapter 452 Yamamoto Ichiki

"Baga! Zhang Ling! I...I will not let you go even if I become a ghost!" Yamamoto Ikki cursed with his last bit of strength.

Zhang Ling walked up to Yamamoto Ikki and looked down at him.

"You...you won't...you won't succeed..." Yamamoto Ikki said intermittently, "My...my...empire...will...will..."

He took his last breath before he could finish his words.

Zhang Ling looked at Yamamoto Ikki's body and did not feel any pleasure in his heart.

He thought of Wang Desheng and his compatriots who were killed by the Japanese, and his heart was filled with grief.

He knew that his road to revenge had just begun...

At this moment, there was intensive gunfire and the crazy shouting of the Japanese soldiers in the distance.

"Oh no! It's the Japanese reinforcements! Let's retreat quickly!" a young soldier shouted.

Zhang Ling looked around and found that they were surrounded.

He took a deep breath, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

He picked up Chuntao, carried her on his shoulders, and rushed out of the encirclement...

Zhang Ling felt his heart beating like a drum, hitting his chest again and again. Chun Tao's smile was as beautiful as the peach blossoms in spring, making him feel dizzy. He had never felt this way before, as if an electric current was running from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, making him feel numb all over.

"Chun Tao..." Zhang Ling whispered the name again, his voice hoarse and low. He wanted to say something, but didn't know where to start.

Chun Tao seemed to have noticed something was wrong with Zhang Ling. Her cheeks flushed slightly and her eyes were a little evasive. "Are you...are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"No...no." Zhang Ling shook his head quickly, but he couldn't bear to take his eyes off Chun Tao's face. "It's just...I just think you're very beautiful."

Chuntao's face turned even redder. She lowered her head and whispered, "Thank you."

The ward suddenly became quiet, leaving only the sound of the two people's slightly rapid breathing.

Zhang Ling looked at Chuntao's shy appearance, and his heart was even more excited. He suddenly wanted to reach out and touch Chuntao's face to feel her smooth skin.

At this moment, the door to the ward was pushed open.

A big bearded man walked in, followed by several Eighth Route Army soldiers.

"Old Zhang, you are lucky!" The bearded man walked to Zhang Ling's bed and patted his shoulder vigorously. "If I hadn't arrived in time, you would have died there."

The bearded man is called Li Dazhuang, the captain of this Eighth Route Army. He is generous and rough, but he is very loyal to his brothers.

Zhang Ling coughed after being slapped by Li Dazhuang. He quickly said, "Thank you... Thank you, Brother Dazhuang, for saving my life."

"Why are you being polite to me?" Li Dazhuang laughed. "We are brothers, why are you saying such polite words?"

Li Dazhuang turned to look at Chuntao and said, "Comrade Chuntao, I'll leave Lao Zhang to your care. Report any situation to me in time."

"Yes, Captain Li." Chuntao saluted.

Li Dazhuang led the soldiers out of the ward.

Once again, only Zhang Ling and Chuntao were left in the ward.

Zhang Ling looked at Chuntao with tenderness in his eyes.

"Chun Tao..." Zhang Ling spoke again, his voice trembling. "I...I want to ask you a question."

"What's the problem?" Chuntao raised her head and looked at Zhang Ling.

"Do you...do you have someone you like?" Zhang Ling asked, mustering up the courage.

Chuntao's cheeks turned red again, she lowered her head and said nothing.

Zhang Ling's heart was in his throat. He looked at Chuntao nervously, waiting for her answer.

Time seemed to stand still, and the ward was so quiet that the only sound was the two people's breathing.

Finally, Chun Tao raised her head, looked at Zhang Ling, and said softly: "I...I didn't."

Zhang Ling was ecstatic. He felt as if he was flying into the clouds and his whole body was light.

"Then...then you...are you willing to..." Zhang Ling was so excited that he was a little incoherent. "Are you willing to..."

"What do I want?" Chuntao looked at Zhang Ling with a hint of cunning in her eyes.

"I...I am willing...to be with you!" Zhang Ling finally said this.

A bright smile appeared on Chuntao's face. She looked at Zhang Ling and nodded slightly.

"I...I would too."

Zhang Ling looked at Chuntao's smile and felt as if he was in a dream. He had never thought that he would meet such a heart-moving woman in this war-torn era.

He reached out and gently held Chuntao's hand.

Chuntao's hands were soft and warm, making Zhang Ling feel at ease.

He looked at Chuntao, his eyes full of tenderness.

"Chun Tao, I love you." Zhang Ling said affectionately.

"I...I love you too." Chuntao's voice was very low, but full of sweetness.

The two hugged each other tightly, feeling each other's warmth.

Outside the window, there was continuous gunfire and smoke.

But at this moment, Zhang Ling's heart was filled with peace and happiness.

He found his love and the motivation to live.

He vowed to protect Chuntao and protect this hard-earned happiness.

However, the gears of fate have begun to turn, and a bigger conspiracy is quietly approaching...

The next morning, when Zhang Ling woke up, he found Chuntao was gone.

He was startled and quickly stood up and looked around.

"Chun Tao! Chun Tao!" Zhang Ling shouted Chun Tao's name loudly, but got no response.

He ran to the nurses' station and asked other nurses, but they all said they had never seen Chuntao.

Zhang Ling had an ominous premonition in his heart. He felt as if he had fallen into a huge trap. All of this was related to the mysterious symbol he saw before he fell into a coma...

Zhang Ling felt his heart beating like a drum, hitting his chest again and again. Chuntao, this name is like the peach blossoms blooming in spring, delicate and beautiful. He looked at Chuntao greedily, and every subtle expression and every unintentional movement of hers made him feel excited. This feeling, strange but strong, grew wildly in his heart like a weed.

"You...you are so beautiful." Zhang Ling blurted out, and he regretted it as soon as he said it. In this situation, saying such a thing would seem frivolous.

Chuntao's cheeks flushed slightly. She lowered her head and said softly, "You...you should have a good rest. I'll be out first."

After saying that, Chuntao got up and left.

Zhang Ling looked at Chuntao's departing back, feeling disappointed. He wanted to call her, but he didn't know what to say.

He lay in bed, his mind racing.

He thought of Wang Desheng and the villagers who were brutally killed by the Japanese devils, and the fire of hatred in his heart burned again.

"Yamamoto Ikki! I must kill you! To avenge Wang Desheng! To avenge the dead villagers!" Zhang Ling said gritting his teeth.

He secretly vowed to become stronger, strong enough to kill his enemies with his own hands!

In the next few days, Chuntao came to take care of Zhang Ling every day.

She would change his dressings, feed him, and chat with him.

Zhang Ling discovered that Chuntao was not only beautiful, but also kind-hearted, gentle and considerate.

He liked Chuntao more and more. This liking went beyond the love between men and women and was more like a dependence and a kind of spiritual comfort.

Under Chuntao's careful care, Zhang Ling's injuries gradually improved.

One day, Zhang Ling was chatting with Chuntao when suddenly, a burly man with a full beard walked in.

It was the bearded man who led the team to rescue him that day.

"Lao Zhang, you are so lucky! You actually survived!" said the bearded man with a big laugh.

"Old Hu, it was you who saved me?" Zhang Ling said excitedly.

"Yeah, if I hadn't brought people here in time, you would have reported to the King of Hell long ago!" said the bearded man with a smile.

"Thank you, Lao Hu!" Zhang Ling said gratefully.

"What are you thanking me for? We are brothers! It's our duty!" said the bearded man, patting Zhang Ling's shoulder.

"By the way, Lao Hu, what's your name?" Zhang Ling asked.

"My name is Hu Dabiao!" the bearded man said loudly.

"Hu Dabiao... nice name!" Zhang Ling said with a smile.

"Hehe, my name is very famous!" Hu Dabiao said proudly.

"Old Hu, how many people did you bring this time?" Zhang Ling asked.

"Not many, just one company." Hu Dabiao said. "But, my company is full of elite soldiers! It's no problem to kill a squadron of Japanese devils!"

"A company?" Zhang Ling frowned. "Is this number of people enough?"

"Whether it's enough or not, we'll see after we fight!" Hu Dabiao said proudly. "I came here this time to teach the little devils a lesson!"

"Old Hu, what are your plans?" Zhang Ling asked.

"Plan? I don't have any plan! I just do it!" Hu Dabiao said. "If I see the Japs, I'll go up and beat them to death!"

Zhang Ling looked at Hu Dabiao and felt helpless.

He knew that Hu Dabiao was a brave fighter, but also a little reckless.

"Old Hu, you can't do this." Zhang Ling said. "Fighting a war cannot rely on brute force alone, but also requires strategy."

"Strategy? What strategy?" Hu Dabiao scratched his head and asked.

"For example, we can take advantage of the terrain, set up an ambush, and catch the Japanese off guard," said Zhang Ling.

"Well, that's a good idea!" Hu Dabiao nodded. "Lao Zhang, you have a good brain! From now on, we will follow your lead!"

"Follow me?" Zhang Ling was stunned.

"Yes!" Hu Dabiao said. "I've seen it a long time ago. You are a capable person! I will definitely go the right way if I follow you!"

Zhang Ling looked at Hu Dabiao's sincere eyes, and a feeling of pride suddenly surged in his heart.

He thought of his revenge plan and the dead villagers, and his heart was filled with strength.

"Okay! Lao Hu, let's do it together!" Zhang Ling said firmly.

"Okay! It's settled!" Hu Dabiao said excitedly.

Chuntao, who was standing aside, looked at the two of them, her eyes full of worry.

She knew that war was cruel and that if one was not careful, one could lose his life.