Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

As the night deepened, the lights in Zhang Ling's headquarters were bright. On the map, a hilltop occupied by the enemy was marked with a red mark, which was particularly clear. Zhang Ling stared at the map, his fingers gently swiping around the enemy's defense line, thinking about how to make the most of the new weapon in his hand.

"Commander, these cannons have all been debugged and can be fired at any time tonight." Zhang Dabiao walked in and broke the silence.

Zhang Ling turned his head, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes, "Very good, Da Biao. To what extent do you think these cannons can suppress the enemy?"

Zhang Dabiao thought about it carefully before answering, "If done properly, it will be enough to catch the enemy off guard and completely destroy their defense in a short period of time. However, the enemy is on the top of the mountain, commanding us. We need to position ourselves accurately, otherwise even with the cannons, they may not be able to play a decisive role."

Zhang Ling nodded. "Your concerns are reasonable. This operation is of great importance, and we cannot afford to make any mistakes."

Zhang Dabiao's eyes were firm. "Don't worry, Commander. I will personally be responsible for the dispatch of the artillery and ensure that every shell hits the enemy's vital points."

At this time, Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang also walked in. As soon as Li Yunlong entered the room, he shouted: "Commander, this cannon is a good thing. I just discussed it with my brothers, and everyone is eager to try it!"

Zhao Gang added calmly: "However, the use of these cannons is a technical job after all, and our people still need some time to get familiar with it."

Zhang Ling smiled slightly, "Familiarity is necessary, but we don't have much time. The enemy is already reinforcing its defenses. If we don't act quickly, we will pay a greater price once they are completely secure."

Li Yunlong frowned, "What do you mean, Chief?"

Zhang Ling looked at Zhao Gang and said, "Zhao Gang, I need you to lead a team to find out the specific defense arrangement of the enemy on the hill tonight, especially the location of their firepower points and mobile forces."

Zhao Gang nodded without hesitation, "Understood, I'll arrange it right away."

Li Yunlong scratched his head and said unwillingly, "Commander, investigation is Zhao Gang's forte. What can I do here?"

Zhang Ling patted Li Yunlong's shoulder gently and said with a smile: "Yunlong, your mission is not easy. I need you to lead people to set up a hidden fire strike line to ensure that our artillery positions are not discovered by the enemy. The enemy's counterattack firepower must be under your control."

Li Yunlong's eyes suddenly lit up, "Hey, don't worry, Commander, I'm good at this! As for the enemy's counterattack firepower, let them come, our ambush point is not to be trifled with."

Zhang Ling nodded with satisfaction, "Yunlong, this mission is very critical. Success or failure is directly related to whether we can capture the enemy's hill in one fell swoop."

"Don't worry, Commander. I promise to complete the task." Li Yunlong grinned and turned to leave.

Zhao Gang was already thinking about the details of the reconnaissance operation. He pondered for a while and asked, "Commander, the scale of the reconnaissance operation should not be too large. I plan to bring only a few capable people to avoid being noticed by the enemy."

Zhang Ling nodded slightly. "Yes, the key to reconnaissance operations is concealment and efficiency. You must not only find out the enemy's firepower points, but also find the most suitable attack path, so that our artillery fire can achieve the greatest effect."

Zhao Gang responded in a deep voice: "Understood, I will make sure everything goes well."

After watching Zhao Gang leave the headquarters, Zhang Ling turned around and looked at the map, thinking silently in his heart. The success or failure of this operation will directly determine whether they can break the enemy's blockade in this area and gain a strategic advantage. Thinking of this, Zhang Ling's heart was full of tension and expectation.

Soon after, the monk came in with several technical soldiers, holding several reports in his hands. "Commander, we have made a detailed analysis of the performance and use of these cannons. The range and power of these cannons are indeed very strong, but to exert their full power, they must be accurately aimed."

Zhang Ling took the report, flipped through a few pages, nodded and said, "You did a great job. However, this operation is time-sensitive, and all preparations must be accelerated to not give the enemy a chance to breathe."

The monk said seriously, "Don't worry, Commander. I will pay close attention to all the technical details to ensure that the artillery can become familiar with the operation in the shortest possible time."

Zhang Ling put down the report and took a deep breath. "Monk, after this operation, we may face a crazy counterattack from the enemy. Do you have the confidence to withstand it?"

The monk laughed loudly, "Commander, you underestimate me! As long as the brothers are still standing, we will never let the enemy get past us!"

Zhang Ling smiled and said, "I know you are determined to fight, but we also need to be strategic. If the enemy counterattacks this time, they will probably use more heavy firepower. Our defense must be both stable and flexible to ensure that we can respond quickly in any situation."

The monk nodded, "I understand, Commander. I will personally supervise the defenses and will not allow the enemy to take advantage of us."

Zhang Ling has great confidence in the monk's ability. He knows that this veteran warrior has unparalleled courage and wisdom in battle. This operation needs just such a person to shoulder the heavy responsibility.

Late at night, the valley was quiet and cold, with only the occasional whistling of the wind in his ears. Zhang Ling stood outside the command center, looking up at the starry sky, thinking about the upcoming battle. Suddenly, Xiuqin's figure appeared not far away, and she walked over quickly.

"Zhang Ling, Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang have already taken action. What about you? Is there anything you need me to do?" There was a hint of concern in Xiuqin's voice.

Zhang Ling turned to look at Xiuqin and smiled, "This operation is dangerous. I know you are always at the forefront, but this time I need you to stay at the command center and be ready to respond to any emergency."

Xiuqin frowned somewhat unwillingly, "Do I really not have to go to the front line this time?"

Zhang Ling nodded. "They are responsible for the battle on the front line. I need you to coordinate all parties here to ensure that intelligence and orders can be delivered in the first place. If the enemy counterattacks, you must lead people to defend the command post. There can be no mistakes."

Xiuqin knew Zhang Ling's intention. Although she was still a little unwilling, she also understood that the success or failure of this operation was related to the entire battle situation. She said firmly: "Zhang Ling, don't worry, I will do my job well and will not let the enemy take advantage of it."

Zhang Ling patted her shoulder gently. "Each of us is crucial to this operation, Xiuqin. I believe in you."

Xiuqin nodded, turned and left, preparing to coordinate various logistical work.

The night grew darker, and everyone in the valley was busy and nervous. Zhang Ling's command center was brightly lit, and the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

Not long after, Zhao Gang returned to the headquarters with a chill. He walked up to Zhang Ling and reported in a low voice: "Commander, we have found out the enemy's deployment. There are three main firepower points on the mountain, located in the southeast, northwest and center. Their mobile forces are hidden on the mountainside and can support the front line at any time."

Zhang Ling listened carefully to Zhao Gang's report, and a panoramic picture of the attack had already begun to emerge in his mind. He said in a deep voice: "Very good, this information is crucial. We must ensure that these three fire points are quickly destroyed during the operation, otherwise the enemy's counterattack will be very fierce."

Zhao Gang nodded. "I have arranged several snipers. They will lurk in advance before the battle begins, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy at any time."

Zhang Ling looked at Zhao Gang with satisfaction and said, "Well done. Go and discuss with Li Yunlong to determine how to coordinate the artillery and ambush points. Make sure our actions are smooth and correct."

Zhao Gang saluted and turned to leave.

Zhang Ling watched Zhao Gang leave, and the tension and expectation in his heart were gradually replaced by calm thinking. As a commander, he must stay sober in order to make the most correct decision on the ever-changing battlefield.

The atmosphere in the headquarters became increasingly tense, and time passed by. The monk had already led the artillery team into the hidden position, and Zhang Dabiao was responsible for setting up ambush points at various key locations to deal with possible enemy counterattacks.

Finally, Zhang Ling's order

Zhang Ling's wife wanted him to retire from the army so that he could take care of his wife and children, but Zhang Ling refused to agree and argued with her.

It was late at night, and the lights outside the headquarters were reflected on Zhang Ling's face. He stood in front of the window, gazing at the night sky in the distance, his mind racing. The action tonight was about to begin, but at this moment another more complicated wave of emotions emerged in his heart. Since the troops were stationed in this valley, he had not been home for several months, and he had not even been able to write a letter home. Zhang Ling's thoughts were interrupted because the phone in the house suddenly rang.

Zhang Ling picked up the phone and heard his wife's gentle but slightly tired voice: "Zhang Ling, this is Xiaofang."

Zhang Ling's heart tightened. He knew that this call might not be a relaxing one. He slowed down his tone and tried to sound relaxed: "Xiaofang, it's so late, why haven't you rested yet?"

Xiaofang sighed softly on the other end of the phone, "Zhang Ling, are you planning another big move? I can sense that every time before you carry out an important mission, there will be something strange."

Zhang Ling's heart was slightly shaken. Xiaofang's sharpness made it impossible for him to hide his nervousness, but he still pretended to be calm and answered: "Don't think too much. There are always things to do in the army. This is just a routine mission."

Xiaofang was silent for a while, and her tone was somewhat pleading: "Zhang Ling, I know you are a soldier with responsibilities and missions on your shoulders. But have you ever thought about me and our children at home? You haven't been home for a long time, and the children are asking when you can come back."

Zhang Ling frowned, and a complex emotion rose in his heart. As a commander, he had long been accustomed to dealing with life and death, but as a husband and father, his concern for his family had never diminished. He tried to keep his tone calm: "Xiaofang, I understand how you feel, but the war is tense now, and I can't leave."

Xiaofang's voice became a little choked up, "Zhang Ling, do you remember what you said to me on the day we got married? You said you would protect me and our home, but now... do you really think you have done it?"

Zhang Ling felt a sharp pain in his heart, and the vows he made on the wedding day emerged in his mind. He had vowed to take good care of his wife and give her a stable life, but now he had let her bear too much alone. He was silent for a moment before he spoke: "Xiaofang, I have never forgotten my promise. But now the country needs me, and I must stay here."

Xiaofang's voice suddenly became excited, "Zhang Ling, I don't care about any national justice! I just want you to come back safely, I just want you to be with me and the child!"

Zhang Ling felt a surge of anger burning in his heart. He took a deep breath and his tone hardened: "Xiaofang, you know what kind of person I am! When you married me, you knew I was a soldier. This country and its people need me. I can't back down!"

"But we need you too!" Xiaofang almost shouted, her voice filled with pain and helplessness, "Zhang Ling, your family is also a part of you, you can't abandon us for the outside world!"

Zhang Ling held the phone tightly, his knuckles turning white. A strong sense of conflict surged in his heart. On the one hand, he knew his wife was right and family was equally important to him; but on the other hand, his sense of duty and mission made him unable to give up the battle in his hands. He said calmly: "Xiaofang, you have to understand me. It's not that I don't want to go home or stay with you, but now is really not the right time."

The other end of the phone fell silent, as if time had stood still. After a long time, Xiaofang spoke again, her voice becoming very calm: "Zhang Ling, I understand your responsibility, but I also hope you can understand that the children and I are also part of you. If you really don't want to retire, then at least promise me one thing."