Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Zhao Gang nodded without hesitation, "Don't worry, Commander, I will definitely hold the position, you can go back and save your parents."

Zhang Ling didn't say anything more, quickly packed up his equipment and prepared to leave. At this moment, the door of the headquarters was pushed open again, and a communications soldier rushed in with an urgent telegram in his hand, looking nervous, "Commander, we just received intelligence from the enemy, they may launch a large-scale attack tonight!"

Zhang Ling's heart sank. He understood what this meant. The enemy's attack was imminent. As a commander, he couldn't leave the troops at this critical moment. However, his parents' safety also concerned him.

Zhao Gang saw Zhang Ling's dilemma and took the initiative to say, "Commander, please go and save your parents first. I will take care of things here. Besides, you may not be able to save them if you go back. Let us send someone to help put out the fire."

Zhang Ling was struggling internally, on the one hand, there was the safety of the troops, on the other hand, there was the life and death of his parents, he knew very well that he could not take both into account. But at this moment, he had to make a difficult choice.

"Zhao Gang, I can't leave." Zhang Ling's voice was low and firm. "As a commander, I can't leave the army at this time. I can only ask you to take care of my parents' affairs."

Zhao Gang nodded, his eyes full of understanding and determination, "Commander, don't worry, I will send the best soldiers back to rescue your parents. We will definitely take care of things here."

Zhang Ling nodded heavily, with a hint of gratitude in his eyes, "Thank you, Zhao Gang."

Zhao Gang turned around and walked out of the command center and began to arrange the rescue operation. He knew that time was running out and he had to rush to Zhang Ling's hometown as soon as possible to rescue his parents before the fire spread. At the same time, Zhang Ling was also quickly arranging the defense plan of the troops. He knew that the enemy's attack could come at any time, and any negligence could have fatal consequences.

Time passed bit by bit, and Zhang Ling's heart was filled with anxiety and worry. He forced himself to focus on the deployment of the battle, but the image of his parents trapped in the sea of ​​fire kept appearing in his mind.

Suddenly, Zhao Gang's voice came over the radio, "Commander, I have arranged a rescue team and they are on their way to your hometown. They are experienced and will definitely complete the mission successfully."

Zhang Ling felt a little relieved. Although he still couldn't completely let go of his worries, he knew that he had to go all out to face the upcoming battle. He took a deep breath and said firmly, "Zhao Gang, I'll leave the frontline to you. The enemy may launch an attack at any time, and we can't be careless."

Zhao Gang's voice was full of confidence, "Don't worry, Commander, I will guard this place."

As the enemy's attack gradually approached, the atmosphere in the entire camp became extremely tense. The soldiers had already entered combat mode. Zhang Ling stood in the command post, constantly issuing orders through the radio and adjusting the deployment of the troops.

Suddenly, a low roar was heard in the distant sky. Zhang Ling's heart suddenly tightened. He knew that the enemy was coming. He immediately issued an order via the radio, "Attention, all troops, the enemy is approaching, prepare to fight!"

The battle started quickly, and the enemy's offensive was as fierce as a storm, but Zhang Ling's command was calm and decisive, and the soldiers held their positions firmly under his command. Although the enemy continued to intensify the attack, they still failed to break through the defense line.

However, Zhang Ling's heart still could not be completely calm. Whenever there was a break in the battle, his thoughts would involuntarily return to his hometown. Thinking of the danger his parents might be experiencing, his heart felt like it was being cut by a knife.

Just as the battle entered a white-hot stage, the door of the headquarters was suddenly pushed open, and Zhao Gang walked in with an anxious look on his face, holding a letter in his hand, "Commander, I just received the news."

Zhang Ling's heart suddenly sank. He quickly took the letter, unfolded it, and turned pale. The letter said that although the rescue team had tried their best to arrive, the fire was too big and they could only try their best to control the fire. As for Zhang Ling's parents...

Zhang Ling's hands trembled slightly, and he could hardly continue to watch. His parents' faces seemed to appear in front of his eyes, and those familiar smiles and voices seemed so distant at this moment.

Zhao Gang saw Zhang Ling's expression and felt extremely sad. He knew that this was a huge blow to Zhang Ling. He said softly, "Commander, we tried our best..."

There was a flash of pain and struggle in Zhang Ling's eyes, but he forced himself to calm down, took a deep breath, and said in a hoarse and firm voice, "Thank you, Zhao Gang."

Zhao Gang's heart was filled with sympathy and respect. He knew that Zhang Ling was suffering great pain at the moment, but he still maintained the calmness and determination of a commander.

"Commander, if you need time to deal with personal matters, I can take command for you temporarily." Zhao Gang suggested, his tone full of concern.

Zhang Ling shook his head, a trace of determination in his eyes, "No, Zhao Gang, the battle is not over yet, I can't give up the command. I know about my parents, but as a soldier, I must complete my mission."

Zhao Gang felt the pain in Zhang Ling's heart, but he also admired him very much. "Commander, you are a role model for all of us. We will definitely go through this difficult time with you."

Zhang Ling nodded, a tear flashed in his eyes, but he quickly wiped away the tears and turned back to continue commanding the battle. He knew that no matter how much personal pain he felt, as a commander, his duty was to lead his troops to victory and protect the country and the people.

Zhang Ling sent people back and found that everyone in the village had moved away and he had lost contact with his parents.

After the battle, the camp was filled with the smell of gunpowder. The soldiers were busy cleaning up the battlefield, their tired faces showing the joy of victory. However, Zhang Ling did not feel relieved at all because of this victory. His heart was still heavy, as if being pressed down by a huge rock.

Zhao Gang walked into the headquarters and saw Zhang Ling still sitting at the table with a serious expression. He knew that although the battle was won, Zhang Ling's heart had already flown back to his hometown. Zhao Gang walked forward and asked softly, "Commander, the battle on the front line is over. Are you okay?"

Zhang Ling raised his head and looked at Zhao Gang, a trace of fatigue and worry flashed in his eyes. "The battle is over, but I still can't let it go. You know, Zhao Gang, my parents... I must find them as soon as possible."

Zhao Gang nodded and said with understanding: "Don't worry, Commander, I have sent people back to get information. They will be back soon, and I hope they can bring back some good news."

Zhang Ling nodded slightly, but the uneasiness in his heart did not ease at all. His parents' safety was always his biggest concern, and every minute and every second of the battle made him anxious. Even though he had to remain calm and rational as a commander, he still found it difficult to remain calm when facing the possible danger of his relatives.

As time went by, Zhang Ling felt more and more depressed. Every time he heard footsteps outside the door, his heart tightened, hoping for good news. However, as time passed, his hope gradually became slim.

Finally, hurried footsteps were heard outside the door. Zhang Ling raised his head suddenly and saw the scout who was sent back hurried in with a complicated look on his face.

"Commander, the news has been brought back." The scout's voice was low and he seemed to have difficulty speaking.

Zhang Ling's heart suddenly sank. He tried to keep his voice steady. "Tell me, what happened?"

The scout lowered his head, his tone full of guilt and helplessness, "Commander, when we arrived at your hometown, we found that the entire village had moved away. Most of the houses were burned down, and only a few still had traces of the fire. We searched for a long time in the ruins, but... we didn't find your parents."

When Zhang Ling heard this, he was struck hard in the heart, and his mind went blank. He couldn't believe that his worst fear had come true. His parents were missing, and the village had moved away, which meant that he had completely lost contact with his family.

"The whole village has moved away? Where will they go?" Zhang Ling's voice was trembling uncontrollably, his thoughts in a mess in an instant.

The scout raised his head, his eyes full of guilt, "Commander, we asked around and found that some villagers may have taken refuge in the nearby mountains or fled to further places. The enemy's recent attacks were very fierce, and the people in the village were frightened, and many of them left their homes."

Zhang Ling felt a strong sense of powerlessness, as if everything was out of control. His parents were missing, and the entire village had fled. Where should he go to look for them? How could he ensure his parents' safety?

Zhao Gang looked at Zhang Ling's dazed look, felt his pain and helplessness, and could not help but step forward and comfort him: "Chief, don't worry. Although the situation is unclear now, we can still continue to search. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, we will not give up."

Zhang Ling was silent for a moment, and his eyes gradually regained some calmness. He knew that now was not the time to fall into despair. As a commander, he had to face all this rationally, and even if his heart was filled with pain, he could not be defeated.

"Zhao Gang, you're right. We can't give up yet." Zhang Ling took a deep breath, his tone firm, "Send more people to search, spread out, and search the surrounding mountains and villages. I believe they must still be alive, but have lost contact temporarily."

Zhao Gang nodded heavily, "Don't worry, Commander, we will do our best and will definitely find your parents."

Zhang Ling looked at Zhao Gang gratefully, then turned and walked to the map, carefully checking the surrounding terrain and possible hiding places. Although he was still uneasy, he knew that he had to stay rational and find hope for his parents.