EBE Chapter 454 Look closely
Chapter 454 Look closely
Zhang Ling hesitated for a moment and opened the box.
There is a pistol in the box, a pistol with a unique shape and a full sense of technology.
Zhang Ling had never seen such a weapon before. He picked it up curiously and looked at it carefully.
"What kind of gun is this?"
"This is... a weapon from the future." Lao Hu smiled mysteriously, "How about it, kid, do you believe it now?"
Zhang Ling looked at the gun in his hand and fell into deep thought.
If what Lao Hu said is true, then everything can be explained.
Why does this unit have such a peculiar fighting style, why do they have such advanced weapons, why do they know the situation of the devils so well...
He took a deep breath, raised his head, and looked at Lao Hu with determination in his eyes.
"Lao Hu, I believe you."
Old Hu laughed loudly, "Good boy, you have courage! I was right about you!"
"So, what is our mission?" Zhang Ling asked.
"Our mission..." Lao Hu paused, a cold light flashing in his eyes, "is to change history and prevent this war from happening!"
Zhang Ling clenched the gun in his hand, his heart filled with excitement and anticipation.
If history could really be changed, Chuntao would not have died...
He seemed to see hope and the future...
At this moment, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the distance...
"Chun Tao!" Zhang Ling's shout tore through the noise of the battlefield, but could not bring back the lost life. The warm blood splashed on his face, like the mark of hell, burning his soul. He stretched out his hand tremblingly, trying to grab Chun Tao, but he only touched a gradually cold body.
The world lost its color in his eyes, leaving only the dazzling red. He looked around blankly, the artillery fire was flying, the smoke was everywhere, his comrades were screaming, struggling, and dying. But it had nothing to do with him, his world had collapsed with Chuntao's departure.
"Ah!" A roar erupted from deep in Zhang Ling's chest, like a wounded beast screaming in despair. He didn't know where he got the strength from, but he pushed away Chun Tao's body that was pressing on him and struggled to stand up.
His eyes were full of bloodshot as he stared at the approaching devils in the distance. The flame of hatred burned fiercely in his heart, devouring him whole.
"I want you to die! I want you all to die!" He roared, grabbed a rifle beside him and shot at the Japs wildly.
He didn't know how many shots he fired, nor how many devils he killed. He only knew that he wanted to kill all these beasts and avenge Chuntao!
After an unknown amount of time, the gunshots gradually stopped. Zhang Ling collapsed to the ground, feeling powerless. He looked at the bodies scattered all over the ground, feeling empty inside.
He won, but lost miserably.
He got his revenge, but lost everything.
......
When Zhang Ling woke up again, he found himself lying on a simple wooden bed. He looked around blankly and found himself in an unfamiliar room.
An old man in coarse clothes was sitting beside the bed, looking at him with concern.
"Are you awake?" the old man asked.
Zhang Ling nodded and struggled to sit up.
"Don't move," the old man quickly supported him, "Your injury hasn't healed yet."
"Where is this?" Zhang Ling asked.
"This is my home," the old man said. "My name is Lao Li, and I'm a doctor from a nearby village."
Zhang Ling then remembered everything that had happened before. He was blown away by the shell, and then... Chun Tao died.
Thinking of Chuntao, his heart felt like it was being cut by a knife.
"Chun Tao..." he murmured.
Old Li sighed, "Please accept my condolences, child."
In the following days, Zhang Ling gradually recovered from his injuries under Lao Li's care. He was silent every day, just sitting quietly in the yard, looking at the mountains in the distance.
His heart was filled with hatred and pain, but he didn't know who to confide in.
Old Li seemed to see what he was thinking. One day, he walked up to Zhang Ling, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Son, I know you feel bad, but you can't go on like this. You still have a lot to do."
Zhang Ling raised his head and looked at Lao Li blankly.
"whats the matter?"
"Revenge," Lao Li's eyes flashed with a gleam, "Revenge for our compatriots who were killed by the devils!"
Zhang Ling's heart suddenly shook.
revenge!
Yes, he still wants revenge!
He can't let Chuntao die in vain!
He couldn't let those innocent compatriots die in vain!
"Old Li," Zhang Ling's eyes became firm, "I want to join the Eighth Route Army and kill the devils!"
Old Li nodded with satisfaction, "Good boy, now you are like a man!"
......
After joining the Eighth Route Army, Zhang Ling quickly distinguished himself on the battlefield with his extraordinary courage and superb marksmanship. He killed Japanese soldiers, blew up bunkers, and made many outstanding achievements, becoming a well-known combat hero.
He gave himself a new name - "King of Hell".
Because he wants to send all the devils to hell!
However, the trick of fate did not end there.
During a battle, Zhang Ling was captured by the Japanese.
He was imprisoned in a dark and damp dungeon and suffered inhuman torture.
The Japs used all kinds of torture to force him to reveal the secrets of the Eighth Route Army.
But Zhang Ling clenched his teeth and refused to utter a word.
He had only one belief in his heart.
Live!
In order to get revenge, he must survive!
One day, a Japanese officer in kimono came to the dungeon.
He looked at Zhang Ling, who was covered in bruises, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.
"Zhang Ling," he said in fluent Chinese, "I know you hate me very much and want to cut me into pieces."
Zhang Ling raised his head and stared at the Japanese officer.
"Yes," he said through gritted teeth, "I will definitely kill you!"
The Japanese officer laughed, "Really? Then you have to live well. Because I have prepared a special gift for you."
He clapped his hands, and two Japanese soldiers came in, escorting a ragged woman.
Zhang Ling recognized this woman at a glance——
Chuntao!
"Chun Tao!" Zhang Ling exclaimed, unable to believe his eyes.
Chuntao is still alive!
However, Chuntao's face was full of fear and despair.
She looked at Zhang Ling with tears in her eyes.
"Zhang Ling...save me..."
The Japanese officer looked at Zhang Ling with a smug smile on his face.
"How is it, Zhang Ling? Are you satisfied with this gift?"
Zhang Ling's eyes were filled with anger and pain.
He stared at the Japanese officer and said word by word:
"You...will regret this!"
The story ends here, leaving suspense, and readers will naturally want to know what happens next.
Zhang Ling felt like his soul was being torn apart. Severe pain exploded from his chest and spread throughout his body. He stared blankly, and the world in front of him was blood red. He heard his own hoarse shouts, but they seemed to come from another world.
"Chun Tao! Chun Tao!"
He stretched out his hands in vain, trying to grab something, but only grabbed a handful of air.
The surrounding scene was blurry, and the sounds of gunfire, shouting, and crying were intertwined to form a symphony of hell.
After an unknown amount of time, the severe pain gradually subsided, replaced by a numbness that penetrated deep into his bones. He felt like an empty shell, emptied of all emotions, leaving only endless emptiness and despair.
When he regained consciousness, he found himself lying on a simple hospital bed, wrapped in bandages. The strong smell of medicine filled his nose, making him feel nauseous.
"Awake?" a rough voice sounded.
Zhang Ling turned his head with difficulty and saw a middle-aged man with a beard standing beside the bed, holding a bowl of black medicine soup in his hand.
"Captain..." Zhang Ling's voice was hoarse and weak.
"You're lucky to have survived." The bearded captain handed the medicine bowl to Zhang Ling and said, "Drink it."
Zhang Ling took the medicine bowl and mechanically drank the bitter medicine.
"Chun Tao..." he murmured.
The bearded captain sighed, "My condolences."
These two words hit Zhang Ling's heart like a heavy hammer, making him feel the heart-wrenching pain again.
He closed his eyes tightly, and two lines of hot tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.
He knew that Chuntao would never come back.
He swore to make those damned devils pay with blood!
Zhang Ling lived in a daze for the following days. Apart from eating and sleeping, he would lie in bed in a daze, with Chuntao's figure constantly appearing in his mind.
He recalled the scene when they first met, Chuntao's gentle smile, her shy whisper, and the moment when she blocked the bullet for him...
Whenever he thought of this, his heart felt like it was being stabbed by a knife.
He hated himself for being incompetent and unable to protect Chuntao.
He hated, he hated those damn devils for destroying everything he had.
He swore to turn into a ghost and take the lives of those devils!
As his injury improved, Zhang Ling began rehabilitation training, exercising his body day after day to make himself stronger.
He understood that only with great power could he protect himself and take revenge on his enemies.
"I want to become stronger! I want to kill all the devils!" This is the only belief that keeps him alive.
One day, the bearded captain found Zhang Ling.
"Boy, your injury is almost healed. Do you want to fight the Japanese with me?"
A gleam of light flashed in Zhang Ling's eyes, "I want to!"
He has waited too long for this day.
"Good boy!" The bearded captain patted Zhang Ling on the shoulder, "From today on, you are a member of our independent regiment!"
Zhang Ling joined the independent group and began his road to revenge.
He fought bravely, was fearless and always rushed to the front in every battle.
He killed the Japanese, the traitors, and anyone who stood in his way.
His heart had become cold and numb. He was no longer a human being, but a killing machine.
"Devil, I want you all to go to hell!"
He roared and waved the bayonet in his hand, piercing one Japanese soldier after another.
Blood splattered on his face, but he could not feel a trace of warmth, only endless coldness.