Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Chapter 397 Evacuated the Brick Kiln

"Okay, I'll arrange for someone to send my little brother back right away!"

After Kong Jie finished speaking, he turned to a soldier beside him and said, "You, take a few people with you immediately to escort the political commissar and the little brother back to the headquarters. Make sure they are safe on the way!"

"Yes!" The soldier saluted and escorted Zhao Gang and Zhang Ling out of the brick kiln factory with several other soldiers.

"Lao Kong, let's retreat too. The Japanese reinforcements will be here soon!" Li Yunlong's voice came from a distance.

Kong Jie looked up and saw that Li Yunlong and the soldiers of the independent regiment had occupied various key points of the brick kiln factory and wiped out all the remaining Japanese devils.

"Okay, let's retreat!"

Kong Jie waved his hand and led the soldiers of the new regiment to quickly evacuate the brick kiln factory.

......

Independent Regiment Headquarters.

Zhang Ling was lying on the hospital bed, his face pale and his breath weak.

An old military doctor was treating his wound. He first disinfected Zhang Ling's wound with alcohol, then sewed it up with needle and thread, and finally bandaged Zhang Ling's wound.

"Doctor, how is he?" Zhao Gang asked anxiously.

"Fortunately, the bullet did not hit any vital parts, but he lost too much blood. He needs to rest for a while before he can recover," said the old military doctor.

"That's good, that's good." Zhao Gang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Doctor, thank you for your help."

"Of course, of course." The old military doctor waved his hand and said, "I'll go get some medicine first. You guys take good care of him."

After the old military doctor finished speaking, he turned and left the room.

Zhao Gang sat beside the bed, looking at the unconscious Zhang Ling, his heart filled with gratitude and guilt.

"Little brother, thank you for saving my life. If it weren't for you, I would have lost my life." Zhao Gang murmured to himself.

At this time, Li Yunlong and Kong Jie walked in.

"Old Zhao, what's wrong? Is my little brother okay?" Li Yunlong asked as soon as he entered the door.

"The doctor said there is no danger to his life, but he needs to rest for a while before he can recover," said Zhao Gang.

"That's good, that's good." Li Yunlong nodded, walked to the bedside, looked at the unconscious Zhang Ling, and said, "This little brother is really great. He dares to fight the devils at such a young age. He is a good seedling!"

"Yes, if it weren't for him, I would have lost my life." Zhao Gang sighed.

"Old Kong, you have picked up a treasure this time. This little brother is smart and brave. He is a good material for a soldier. When his injury heals, you can recruit him to your new regiment." Li Yunlong said.

"Old Li, you are planning to take advantage of me. This young man saved Old Zhao, so he is the benefactor of our Independent Regiment. How could I possibly recruit him to the New 1st Regiment?" Kong Jie said.

"Hey, kid, you are still pretending in front of me. Don't I know you? You must be very happy in your heart, right?" Li Yunlong pointed at Kong Jie and scolded with a smile.

"Lao Li, what are you talking about, I..."

"Okay, you two should stop arguing." Zhao Gang interrupted the quarrel and said, "When the little brother wakes up, ask him for his opinion and see which group he wants to join."

"Well, Lao Zhao is right. When the little brother wakes up, we will ask him for his opinion." Li Yunlong said.

The three were talking when suddenly, Zhang Ling frowned slightly and let out a painful groan.

"Little brother, little brother, are you awake?" Zhao Gang asked hurriedly.

Zhang Ling slowly opened his eyes, everything in front of him was blurry and there was a buzzing sound in his ears. He tried hard to see everything around him clearly, but it seemed as if there was a layer of gauze covering his eyes and he couldn't see clearly.

"I...where am I?" Zhang Ling's voice was hoarse and weak.

"Little brother, are you awake?"

"This is the headquarters of our independent group. You are safe."

"How do you feel? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Li Yunlong, Kong Jie and Zhao Gang asked at the same time.

Zhang Ling felt dizzy and had severe pain in his shoulders. He tried hard to recall what happened before he fell into a coma, but his mind was blank and he couldn't remember anything.

"What's wrong with me?" Zhang Ling asked.

"Have you forgotten? In order to save Lao Zhao, you were slashed by the Japanese samurai sword and fell into coma." Li Yunlong said.

"The Japanese samurai sword?" When Zhang Ling heard this, a flash of lightning suddenly passed through his mind, and some blurry images flashed quickly in his mind.

He remembered that he had traveled to the world of Bright Sword, that he had been captured by the devils, and that he had been slashed by the devils' samurai swords in order to save Zhao Gang...

"I remember, I remember..." Zhang Ling murmured to himself.

"Little brother, what did you remember?" Zhao Gang asked.

Zhang Ling looked at Li Yunlong, Kong Jie and Zhao Gang in front of him, and suddenly an indescribable excitement and excitement surged in his heart.

"I...I..." Zhang Ling was so excited that he was incoherent and didn't know what to say.

"Little brother, don't get excited, speak slowly." Zhao Gang comforted him.

Zhang Ling took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, then looked at the three people in front of him and slowly said: "I...I have a secret to tell you..."

"Little brother!" Kong Jie's eyes were bloodshot. He rushed forward and kicked Yamamoto Ichiro out.

"Political Commissar, are you okay?" Kong Jie asked anxiously.

"I'm fine, go and see that little brother!" Zhao Gang pointed at Zhang Ling lying in a pool of blood and said anxiously.

Kong Jie hurried to Zhang Ling, only to see that he was pale, his lips were purple, and the wound on his shoulder was still oozing blood, which was a shocking sight.

"Little brother, how are you?" Kong Jie gently patted Zhang Ling's cheek and asked anxiously.

Zhang Ling slowly opened his eyes, and everything in front of him was blurry. He felt his body getting colder and colder, and his consciousness began to gradually become blurred.

"I...I..." Zhang Ling opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

"Little brother, hold on, I'll call a doctor right away!" Kong Jie shouted.

"Don't... don't waste your energy..." Zhang Ling shook his head with difficulty. He knew that he was not going to survive. He just felt regretful that he had not completed his mission and had not sent those damn invaders to hell with his own hands.

"Don't worry, little brother. We will help you avenge your hatred!" Kong Jie clenched his fists, his eyes filled with anger.

Zhang Ling tried hard to say something, but his consciousness became increasingly blurred. Finally, his hands dropped weakly and he closed his eyes forever.

"Little brother!" Kong Jie was heartbroken. He hugged Zhang Ling's body tightly, tears flowing uncontrollably.

"Old Kong, please accept my condolences." Zhao Gang walked over, patted Kong Jie on the shoulder and comforted him.

Kong Jie took a deep breath, gently placed Zhang Ling's body on the ground, stood up, his eyes filled with flames of hatred.

"Ichiro Yamamoto, I'm going to tear you into pieces!" Kong Jie said gritting his teeth.

"Lao Kong, Ichiro Yamamoto has already escaped. The most urgent task now is to evacuate here quickly. The Japanese reinforcements will arrive soon." Zhao Gang said.

Kong Jie nodded. He knew that Zhao Gang was right and now was not the time to act on impulse.

"Captain of the First Battalion, take your brothers and retreat!" Kong Jie ordered.

"Yes!" A battalion commander responded and led his soldiers to quickly evacuate the brick kiln factory.

Kong Jie and Zhao Gang took a last look at Zhang Ling's body, turned around and left the bloody battlefield.

......

It was late at night and the lights were on in the independent regiment's headquarters.

Kong Jie and Zhao Gang sat on both sides of the table. Both of them were silent and the atmosphere was very solemn.

"Old Kong, are you still thinking about that little brother?" Zhao Gang broke the silence and asked.

"Yeah." Kong Jie nodded. The scene where Zhang Ling risked his life to save Zhao Gang kept appearing in his mind.

"Lao Kong, I know you feel bad, but this is how war is, there will always be sacrifices." Zhao Gang comforted him.

"But he was just an ordinary person. He didn't have to die." Kong Jie said painfully.

"Lao Kong, I know you feel sad, but have you ever thought about why he risked his life to save me?" Zhao Gang asked.

"Why?" Kong Jie looked at Zhao Gang puzzledly.

"Because he is a Chinese with blood, he hates those invaders and he wants to protect his country and his compatriots!" Zhao Gang said excitedly.

"You're right, he is a hero!" Kong Jie stood up suddenly, tears in his eyes.

"Old Kong, how do you plan to bury him?" Zhao Gang asked.

"I want to bury him in the Martyrs' Cemetery and let him be buried with those heroes who sacrificed their lives for national liberation!" Kong Jie said firmly.

"Okay!" Zhao Gang nodded in agreement.

......

The next day, the independent regiment held a grand funeral for Zhang Ling, and all the soldiers came to see him off.

Kong Jie stood in front of Zhang Ling's tombstone and saluted with a standard military salute, his heart filled with respect and sadness.

"Little brother, rest in peace. We will definitely help you avenge your hatred!" Kong Jie said silently in his heart.

Just then, a communicator came running over in a hurry.

"Report to the regiment commander, the brigade commander called!"

"Brigade Commander?" Kong Jie took the telegram, opened it, and his face suddenly changed.

"What's wrong, Lao Kong?" Zhao Gang asked hurriedly when he saw that Kong Jie's face looked wrong.

"The brigade commander ordered us to rush to Lijiaopo immediately to stop the Sakata Regiment!" Kong Jie said in a deep voice.

"Sakata Regiment?" Zhao Gang's expression also became serious. "This enemy unit is not easy to deal with."

"Yes, the Sakata Regiment is a Type A division of the Japanese Army with very strong combat effectiveness. Our mission this time is very difficult." Kong Jie said.

"Old Kong, what are you going to do?" Zhao Gang asked.

Kong Jie raised his head and said with a firm look: "Pass my order, all the regiments assemble, target: Lijiapo!"

"Yes!" Zhao Gang saluted and turned to convey the order.