kingnovel Chapter 455 Too Cruel
Chapter 455 Too Cruel
His fame spread on the battlefield and people began to call him "Ghost Seer".
The Japanese were terrified when they heard his name because he was so cruel and ruthless.
Once, Zhang Ling led a team to sneak behind enemy lines to carry out a secret mission.
Their goal was to blow up an armory of the Japanese.
However, halfway through the mission, they encountered a Japanese patrol.
Fierce exchange of fire broke out between the two sides.
Zhang Ling led the soldiers to fight bravely against the enemy.
At this moment, he suddenly discovered that there was a familiar figure among the Japanese patrol team.
That figure was the Japanese officer who killed Chuntao!
"brute!"
Zhang Ling roared angrily, and his eyes turned blood red in an instant.
He rushed towards the Japanese officer madly like an enraged beast.
He waved his bayonet and cut down the Japanese soldiers who stood in his way one by one.
"I want you to pay with your life!"
He roared and rushed to the Japanese officer.
The Japanese officer was obviously frightened by Zhang Ling's madness. He raised the samurai sword in his hand and tried to resist Zhang Ling's attack.
However, in Zhang Ling's eyes, his movements seemed like slow motion.
Zhang Ling's bayonet pierced the Japanese officer's chest like lightning.
"Chun Tao, I have avenged you!"
He pulled out his bayonet and blood gushed out, staining the ground red.
He stood in a pool of blood and howled to the sky.
His laughter was full of sadness and despair.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a powerful force coming from behind...
Zhang Ling felt like his soul was being torn apart. Severe pain spread from his chest, as if a blunt knife was cutting his heart again and again. He looked at Chuntao's body gradually getting cold in his arms, and the bright red blood stained his hands and his memory.
The world seemed to have lost all its colors, leaving only the dazzling red. The sounds of gunfire and shouting became blurred, as if they were covered by a thick layer of cotton. He mechanically reached out his hand, wanting to touch Chuntao's face, but was afraid to touch her cold skin.
"Chun Tao..." he called hoarsely, his voice as low as the whimper of a wild beast.
At this moment, he regretted it. He regretted why he joined the army and why he dragged her into this cruel war. If they had not met, perhaps Chuntao would still be living in that small mountain village, leading a peaceful life.
"Chun Tao..." He repeated her name over and over again, as if this could wake her up.
Suddenly, a strong hatred surged from the bottom of his heart, like a volcanic eruption, instantly devouring all his reason.
He suddenly raised his head, his eyes were red and bloodshot, like a devil crawling out of hell.
"Little Japs! I want you to pay for your blood with blood!" He roared through gritted teeth, his voice hoarse and desperate.
He struggled to get up from the ground and staggered towards the battlefield. He picked up a bloody bayonet, his eyes filled with crazy murderous intent.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!" He rushed towards the Japs like a mad beast.
He forgot the pain and the fear, and had only one thought in his mind: revenge!
He used his bayonet to frantically stab every Japanese soldier that appeared in front of him. The blood splattered on his face and body, but it could not extinguish the anger in his heart at all.
He was like a killing god, wantonly reaping lives on the battlefield.
The Japanese were frightened by his crazy behavior. They had never seen such a reckless soldier.
"Baga! Shoot quickly! Kill him!" a Japanese officer shouted in horror.
Dense bullets shot at Zhang Ling, and several bloody holes appeared on his body in an instant.
But he seemed to feel no pain and continued to charge forward madly.
He used up his last bit of strength and stabbed his bayonet into the chest of a Japanese officer.
"Chun Tao...I have avenged you..." he muttered to himself, then slowly fell to the ground.
......
"Ugh..." Zhang Ling suddenly opened his eyes, and the severe headache made him groan.
He looked around and found himself lying on a simple wooden bed, covered with a thin quilt.
"Where...is this?" He covered his aching head and tried hard to recall what had happened before.
Chuntao... Japanese... artillery fire... bayonets...
Fragments of memory came flooding back like a tide, making him experience the heart-wrenching pain again.
"Chun Tao..." he murmured in a low voice, his eyes filled with sadness and despair.
"Are you awake?" an old voice came.
Zhang Ling turned his head and saw an old soldier in tattered military uniform sitting beside the bed with a kettle in his hand.
"Where is this?" Zhang Ling asked weakly.
"This is the rear hospital," the veteran handed him a kettle, "You have been in a coma for three days."
three days?
Zhang Ling was shocked that he had been unconscious for so long.
He took the kettle, took a few big gulps of water, and felt a little better.
"How... did I get back?" he asked.
"You were rescued by your comrades," the old soldier sighed, "You were in a very dangerous situation at the time. If they hadn't risked their lives to get you back, you would have..."
Zhang Ling was silent. He knew that he was able to survive thanks to the lives of his comrades.
"Thank you..." he whispered.
"What are you thanking me for? We are all here to fight the devils," the old soldier waved his hand. "You should take good care of your wounds. When you are well, continue to fight the devils on the battlefield!"
Zhang Ling nodded, a gleam of determination flashing in his eyes.
He knew that he couldn't just fall down like this. He wanted to avenge Chuntao and his dead comrades!
He wants to make the Japanese pay for their blood debt with blood!
"Oh, right," the old soldier seemed to suddenly remember something, "when you were unconscious, you kept calling a woman's name, Chun Tao?"
Zhang Ling's body shook violently. He didn't expect that when he was unconscious, he was still calling Chuntao's name.
"She...is my fiancée..." he whispered, his voice filled with sadness.
The old soldier patted him on the shoulder and consoled him: "Please accept my condolences. Those who are still alive must continue to fight."
Zhang Ling took a deep breath and tried hard to control his emotions.
"Old man, what time is it now?" he asked.
"It is July 1938..."
1938 years?
Zhang Ling was stunned. He remembered that he died in 1945, so how could he go back to 1938?
Could it be... that I was reborn?
This thought flashed through his mind, and he was extremely shocked.
If this is true, then he has the opportunity to change everything and prevent Chuntao's tragedy from happening again!
A strong hope rose from the bottom of his heart, rekindling his fighting spirit.
"Old man, I want to know the current situation..." he asked anxiously.
The old soldier sighed and began to talk about the current situation of the War of Resistance.
......
"Now the Nationalist army is losing ground on the front battlefield, and the Japanese have occupied most of China..." the old soldier said, his expression became gloomy, "Alas, this world..."
Zhang Ling listened to the veteran's story with a lot of thoughts in his mind.
After being reborn, he must change all this!
He will use his knowledge and experience to lead this army and win the war!
He wants to make the Japanese pay the price!
Just then, a burly man walked in. He was wearing the uniform of the Eighth Route Army and had a smile on his face.
"Old Li, I heard you have a new wounded person here?"
"Yes, Lao Zhao, this young man is lucky. He didn't die even after being bombed like that." Lao Li pointed at Zhang Ling and said.
Old Zhao walked to Zhang Ling's bedside, looked him up and down, and said with a smile, "Young man, what's your name?"
"My name is Zhang Ling."
"Zhang Ling?" Old Zhao repeated, with a strange light flashing in his eyes. "What a good name! You should follow me from now on!"
Zhang Ling looked at the enthusiastic and generous man in front of him, and suddenly an inexplicable sense of familiarity arose in his heart.
This old Zhao...I seem to have seen him somewhere...
Zhang Ling felt his soul being torn apart. Severe pain spread from his chest, devouring his consciousness. He watched Chuntao being blown to pieces in front of him, blood and body parts splashing on his face, warm and smelly. He wanted to scream, but no sound came out, only a "ho ho" gasp came out of his throat, like a dying beast.
The world turned blood red in his eyes, his ears were buzzing, and he felt like he was falling into an endless abyss.
After an unknown amount of time, he woke up again. Everything in front of him was blurry, with only the pungent smell of medicine and disinfectant. He struggled to get up, but found that his whole body was weak, as if it had fallen apart.
"Are you awake?" A rough voice sounded in his ears.
Zhang Ling turned his head with difficulty and saw a bearded man standing beside his bed. He was the captain of the team before.
"Chun Tao... Chun Tao she..." Zhang Ling's voice was hoarse and trembling.
The captain sighed and patted him on the shoulder, "Please accept my condolences."
These three short words, like a sharp knife, stabbed Zhang Ling's heart. He closed his eyes, and two lines of hot tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
He knew that Chuntao was really gone and had left him forever.
He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his flesh, but he felt no pain. The hatred in his heart spread like wildfire, burning his sanity.
"The Japs... I must kill them! I will make them pay with blood!" Zhang Ling said gritting his teeth, his voice filled with deep hatred.
The captain looked at him with a complicated look in his eyes. He was silent for a moment and said, "I know you are sad, but now is not the time to act rashly. Your injury is not healed yet, you need to rest well."
"My injury..." Zhang Ling looked down at his bandaged body, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. He felt that his body was very strange, as if it was full of strength, but also abnormally weak.
"Your injuries were serious, but you were lucky enough to survive." The captain said, "However, your body seems to have undergone some changes..."
"Changes?" Zhang Ling looked at him in confusion.