novelhk Chapter 427 The Old Japs
Chapter 427 The Old Japs
The old man sighed and said, "They...they all died."
Hearing the news, Zhang Ling's heart ached as if it were being cut by a knife.
"Devils... Devil..." Zhang Ling gritted his teeth and said, "I must kill them and avenge my brothers!"
"Child, when will the cycle of revenge end?" the old man advised, "Let go of your hatred. Living a good life is the most important thing."
"No, I can't let go of my hatred!" Zhang Ling roared, "I must kill that old devil Sakata Nobutsu and avenge my brothers!"
The old man shook his head and said no more.
He knew that the hatred in Zhang Ling's heart had penetrated deep into his bones, and no one could persuade him to let it go.
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In the next few days, Zhang Ling recuperated in Taohua Village.
Under the careful care of the old doctor, his injuries gradually improved.
However, the hatred in his heart grew stronger and stronger.
Every day he thought about how to take revenge and how to kill that old devil Sakata Nobutsu.
One day, Zhang Ling was basking in the sun in the yard when he suddenly heard a noisy sound.
He looked up and saw a group of Japanese soldiers walking towards Taohua Village.
"The devils are coming!"
The villagers of Taohua Village fled in panic.
A cold light flashed in Zhang Ling's eyes.
"Sakata Nobutsu, you're finally here!"
He stood up suddenly and rushed towards the devils...
He was unarmed, but he was as unstoppable as a tiger rushing down the mountain.
One Japanese soldier was knocked away by his punch, and another Japanese soldier was knocked down by his kick.
He was like a killing god, charging into the crowd of devils.
However, there were too many devils.
Soon, Zhang Ling was injured again.
Just then, a Japanese officer came over on horseback.
Zhang Ling recognized him at a glance.
It's Nobutsu Sakata!
"Sakata Nobutsu, you're finally here!" Zhang Ling roared and rushed towards Sakata Nobutsu.
Sakata Nobutsu obviously recognized Zhang Ling. His face changed and he shouted, "Baga! Catch him!"
The surrounding devils rushed forward and surrounded Zhang Ling...
There were loud gunshots and deafening explosions outside the headquarters. Zhang Ling's heart sank, thinking to himself, "Oh no, I've fallen into a trap!" Sakata Nobutsu, the old devil, actually set an ambush!
"Third Company, retreat!" Zhang Ling made a prompt decision and ordered a retreat.
However, it was too late. The Japs' reinforcements surged up like a tide and surrounded the headquarters.
"Damn it, let's fight these bastards!" Zhang Ling roared, picked up his submachine gun and started firing.
The soldiers of the third company showed no fear and fought a desperate battle with the Japanese.
Inside the command center, the sounds of gunfire, shouting, and explosions intertwined together to form a cruel symphony of war.
Zhang Ling rushed left and right, the submachine gun in his hand spewing out angry flames, sending the Japanese devils to hell one by one.
However, the number of Japanese soldiers was too large, and the soldiers of the third company gradually became exhausted.
"Captain, we will cover you, you better break out quickly!" A platoon leader was hit by several bullets and fell in a pool of blood.
"Bullshit! Let's die together!" Zhang Ling continued to fight with red eyes.
At this moment, a grenade exploded next to Zhang Ling. He was blown away by the huge shock wave, fell heavily to the ground and lost consciousness.
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"Captain, Captain, wake up!"
In a daze, Zhang Ling heard someone calling him. He tried to open his eyes and saw a familiar face.
"Third brother? Is that you?" Zhang Ling asked weakly.
"Captain, it's me! You finally woke up!" The third company commander cried with joy.
"Where... where are we?" Zhang Ling looked around and found himself lying in a simple cave.
"We were captured by the Japanese." The third company commander said in a low voice.
"Captured?" Zhang Ling's face changed and he struggled to sit up, but it agitated the wound on his body and made him grimace in pain.
"Captain, don't move. Your injury hasn't healed yet." The third company commander hurriedly supported him.
"Where are the others?" Zhang Ling asked.
"All...all died." The third company commander said with sobs.
"What?!" Zhang Lingru was struck by lightning and his eyes turned blood red in an instant.
He grabbed the captain of the third company by the collar and shouted, "What did you say? They are all dead? All dead?!"
The third company commander nodded painfully.
Zhang Ling let go of his hand dejectedly, his eyes empty, as if he had lost his soul.
He never expected that his carefully planned action would end like this.
Not only did he fail to capture Sakata Nobutsu alive, but he also lost the lives of all the soldiers of the 772nd Regiment.
He felt guilty towards his brothers who had followed him through thick and thin, and towards the elders and fellow villagers who had placed high hopes on him.
"God, why do you do this to me?! Why?!" Zhang Ling screamed to the sky, his voice filled with despair and grief.
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A few days later, Zhang Ling and the third company commander were escorted to a prisoner-of-war camp by the Japanese.
This prisoner-of-war camp held prisoners from various countries, most of whom were Chinese.
Life in the prisoner-of-war camp was extremely hard. The Japanese only provided them with a small amount of food and water every day, and beat and abused them at will.
Many prisoners of war died from hunger, disease and abuse.
Zhang Ling and the third company commander also suffered greatly. Their wounds became infected and festered, but they received no treatment.
They struggle on the brink of death every day, but never give up hope of life.
They have only one belief in their hearts, that is to survive and to take revenge!
One day, Zhang Ling found a familiar figure in the prisoner-of-war camp.
The man was tall, had a beard, and was wearing a tattered military uniform. He was squatting on the ground, silently gnawing on a piece of hard steamed bread.
"Old Zhao?!" Zhang Ling called out tentatively.
The man raised his head, revealing a weather-beaten face.
"Captain?! Is it really you?!" Old Zhao exclaimed in surprise.
"Old Zhao, why are you here too?" Zhang Ling asked excitedly.
"It's hard to explain in a few words, Captain." Old Zhao sighed and told Zhang Ling about his experience.
It turned out that Lao Zhao was the reconnaissance company commander of the 772nd Regiment. He got separated from the main force during the breakout and was captured by the Japanese.
"Old Zhao, do you know a woman named Zhao Yiyi?" Zhang Ling suddenly asked.
Old Zhao was stunned for a moment, then his face changed drastically: "Captain, how do you know Zhao Yiyi?"
Zhang Ling took a deep breath and said slowly: "She is my fiancée..."
Zhang Ling's heart was shaken, and an inexplicable chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. Fiancée? He clearly remembered that he was alone, so where did the fiancée come from? Could it be that the cruel life in the prisoner-of-war camp made Lao Zhao insane?
"Captain, you...you really don't remember Zhao Yiyi?" Old Zhao asked cautiously, his turbid eyes full of doubts.
Zhang Ling shook his head blankly. He tried hard to search for memories of "Zhao Yiyi" in his mind, but found nothing.
"How...how is this possible?" Old Zhao muttered to himself, as if he couldn't believe what was happening. He scratched his head and turned around anxiously. "Captain, Zhao Yiyi is your childhood sweetheart! You used to talk about her every day and said you would marry her. We brothers all knew that! You...you are not losing your memory, are you?"
Zhang Ling's heart sank suddenly, and an ominous premonition came over him. Amnesia? Was he reborn?
He subconsciously touched his face, and the rough stubble pricked his palms. This felt so real that it didn't seem like a dream.
"Old Zhao, can you tell me in detail what's going on with this Zhao Yiyi?" Zhang Ling suppressed his inner shock and asked in a deep voice.
Old Zhao sighed and said slowly: "Captain, have you forgotten? Zhao Yiyi was the village beauty of Zhaojia Village. You often went to Zhaojia Village to play when you were a child, and you became good friends with her. Later, you joined the army to fight against the Japanese, and you arranged a marriage with her before leaving. After you left, Zhao Yiyi has been waiting for you to come back..."
The more Zhang Ling listened, the more he felt something was wrong. A vague figure emerged in his mind, a pretty woman in a floral shirt, smiling shyly at him.
"Wait, you said I joined the army to fight against the Japanese?" Zhang Ling suddenly caught a key word in Lao Zhao's words, "What time is it now?"
"It was the 33rd year of the Republic of China, Commander, you wouldn't have forgotten even this, right?" Old Zhao looked at Zhang Ling with concern, wondering if he had been tortured crazy by the Japanese.
The thirty-third year of the Republic of China? 1944? Zhang Ling's brain went blank. He clearly remembered that he was in the 21st century, so how come he woke up in 1944? And he became an anti-Japanese fighter?
Could it be... that he was really reborn?
Zhang Ling took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. No matter what was going on, he had to figure out the current situation first.
"Old Zhao, tell me everything you know." Zhang Ling said in a deep voice.
Next, Lao Zhao described in detail the experience of the 772nd Regiment. It turned out that the 772nd Regiment was ordered to ambush the Japanese transport team, but unfortunately it was ambushed by the Japanese army and the entire army was wiped out. Only a few people including him and Zhang Ling escaped by chance, but they were eventually captured.
Zhang Ling listened quietly, feeling mixed emotions. He felt sad for his brothers in the 772nd Regiment, but also felt lost for himself in this chaotic world.
"Old Zhao, did you just say that Zhao Yiyi is my fiancée?" Zhang Ling suddenly asked.
"Yes, Captain, you wouldn't really forget about her, right?" Old Zhao said anxiously, "Zhao Yiyi is a good girl. If you forget about her, I will be the first one to disagree!"
Zhang Ling smiled bitterly. How could he forget? Although his memory of Zhao Yiyi was vague, he could feel that this name had a special meaning to him.
"I haven't forgotten her, I just... can't remember her for the moment." Zhang Ling said perfunctorily.
"That's good, that's good." Old Zhao breathed a sigh of relief. "Captain, don't worry, as long as we can get out alive, I will definitely help you marry Zhao Yiyi!"
Getting out alive? How easy is that? This prisoner-of-war camp is heavily guarded, and escaping is harder than climbing to the sky.
At this moment, a sharp voice rang out in the prisoner-of-war camp: "Zhang Ling from the 772nd Regiment, come out!"