Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

In the night, the convoy slowly started. Zhang Ling stood beside the car, looking at the mountain road in the distance, silently praying that the next journey would be safe. He knew that no matter how many difficulties and challenges there were ahead, he and his soldiers would continue to move forward until the day of victory.

Zhang Ling's friend couldn't afford to eat, so he came to him to beg for food.

As night fell, Zhang Ling had just returned from the battlefield command post. He dragged his tired body into the barracks. The soldiers around him were busy preparing dinner. The smoke from the kitchen team rose, and the air was filled with the aroma of food. This was a rare peaceful time, especially in the war-torn era.

While taking off his coat, Zhang Ling was thinking about his action plan for the next few days. Suddenly, there was a light knock on the door.

"Come in." Zhang Ling said calmly, with a tired tone. He thought it was Zhao Gang or another subordinate who came to report on work, but he didn't expect that the person who came in was an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Zhang Ling, long time no see." The man stood at the door with a forced smile on his face. He was wearing shabby clothes, obviously weathered. Zhang Ling recognized him at a glance. It was his old comrade Chen Liang whom he had not seen for many years.

"Chen Liang?" Zhang Ling was a little surprised, then a smile appeared on his face, "Why are you here? Come in quickly and sit down to talk."

Chen Liang scratched his head, walked in somewhat embarrassedly, looked around Zhang Ling's residence, and then sat down at Zhang Ling's signal. There was a hint of complex emotions in his eyes, which seemed a little difficult to express.

Zhang Ling noticed his hesitation and asked, "What's wrong? You look like you have something on your mind."

Chen Liang lowered his head and took a deep breath, as if he was making up his mind, and then he slowly said: "Zhang Ling, it is indeed a bit difficult for me to come here today... I have been having a hard time recently, and I can't even eat. I really have no choice but to come to you with such a thick face."

Zhang Ling couldn't help but feel sad when he heard this. He knew that in the war-torn era, many people were struggling to survive, and Chen Liang was obviously no exception. Although they were once comrades-in-arms who fought side by side, the current life made this once extremely strong man so miserable.

"Chen Liang, you don't have to say that. We are comrades-in-arms and brothers." Zhang Ling's voice was firm and concerned. "In this world, everyone may have difficulties. I am so happy that you can come to me. There is no need for us to be polite. If you have any difficulties, just tell me."

Chen Liang raised his head and looked at Zhang Ling, with tears of gratitude in his eyes. He knew that Zhang Ling's words were not out of pity, but from the sincerity and care in his heart.

"Zhang Ling, I..." Chen Liang choked up a little, and continued for a long time, "I can't even eat a meal now, and my family is suffering too. I know your army has good food, can you... can you give me something to eat?"

Zhang Ling's heart ached suddenly. He had never thought that his former comrade would fall into such a situation. He immediately stood up, walked to the door and shouted to the soldiers outside: "Zhao Gang! Come here."

After a while, Zhao Gang hurried in. When he saw Chen Liang, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but then he smiled, "Brother Chen, why are you here? This is really a rare guest."

Chen Liang forced a smile and nodded.

Zhang Ling didn't say much, but just ordered Zhao Gang: "Zhao Gang, go to the kitchen and get some food. Our comrades are hungry."

Zhao Gang nodded immediately, "Understood, Chief, I'll go right away." After saying that, he turned and left, quickly going to prepare food.

Zhang Ling looked at Chen Liang and patted his shoulder, his tone full of determination and concern, "Chen Liang, don't worry, I will definitely help you through this difficult time. We are brothers, and we will shoulder any difficulties together."

Chen Liang looked at Zhang Ling, tears in his eyes, and his gratitude was beyond words. He knew that Zhang Ling's words were not only a comfort, but also a promise to his down-and-out brother.

After a while, Zhao Gang came in with a large plate of steaming food, put it on the table, and said to Chen Liang, "Brother Chen, please eat something quickly. These are all freshly prepared. I guarantee you will be full."

Chen Liang looked at the table full of food, and his throat choked. His eyes were moist, his nose was sore, and he almost shed tears. He took a deep breath, tried to control his emotions, and said with a sob: "Thank you... Thank you so much..."

Zhang Ling smiled and waved his hand, "Brothers, why bother saying thank you? Eat quickly, don't go hungry."

Chen Liang could no longer control himself, and tears finally fell. He picked up the bowl and began to eat voraciously. Zhang Ling and Zhao Gang looked at him quietly, with complicated emotions in their eyes. They knew that in this chaotic world, many people were struggling to survive, and all they could do was to try their best to help those in need.

"Zhang Ling, I really don't know how to repay you..." Chen Liang said vaguely while eating, tears and rice grains in his eyes mixed together, looking extremely miserable.

Zhang Ling reached out and patted his shoulder, saying gently: "Don't say that, Chen Liang. You and I are brothers who have gone through life and death together on the battlefield. It is my honor to be able to help."

Chen Liang nodded and continued to eat. His heart was filled with gratitude and warmth. He knew that he had met a true friend this time, a brother he could trust.

After dinner, Chen Liang sat on a chair, looking a little embarrassed. "Zhang Ling, I came here today not only to eat, but also to ask you for help with something."

Zhang Ling smiled and asked, "What's the matter? Tell me, I will definitely help if I can."

Chen Liang hesitated for a moment, and finally mustered up the courage to say, "Zhang Ling, you can see my current situation. I can't even afford to eat, not to mention the situation at home. I want...I want you to help me find a job, even if it's the hardest job. As long as I can support my family, I'm willing to do anything."

Zhang Ling felt heavy in his heart when he heard this. He knew that Chen Liang's request was not just to find a job, but the last straw for survival. He pondered for a moment, then said firmly: "Chen Liang, I will take care of this matter. I will help you find a job so that you can have a stable income to support yourself and your family."

When Chen Liang heard this, tears welled up in his eyes again. He knew that Zhang Ling was not just saying it casually, but really wanted to help him overcome the difficulties.

"Zhang Ling, I really am..." Chen Liang was choked with sobs and unable to speak. The gratitude in his heart was beyond words.

Zhang Ling smiled and held Chen Liang's hand, saying firmly, "Stop talking, Chen Liang. We are brothers. No matter what happens, I will help you."

Chen Liang held Zhang Ling's hand tightly, feeling a strong power and warmth. He knew that he was no longer alone, and with Zhang Ling's support, he would be able to stand up again.

As the night deepened, Zhang Ling and Chen Liang talked for a long time about the past and the future. Although the life ahead was still full of hardships and challenges, they both felt the long-lost friendship and support on this warm night.

"Zhang Ling, I will work hard and live up to your trust." Chen Liang stood at the door and said firmly, with rekindled hope flashing in his eyes.

Zhang Ling smiled and nodded, "I believe you, Chen Liang. As long as we persevere, things will get better."

Chen Liang nodded and said goodbye, and walked into the night. Zhang Ling stood at the door, watching his back gradually going away, his heart filled with mixed emotions. That night, he not only helped a friend, but also saved a family.

Zhang Ling knew that war brought not only death and destruction, but also countless people like Chen Liang who were struggling to survive. He made up his mind that no matter how difficult the road ahead was, he would try his best to help those in need, so that people in this chaotic world could see a ray of light in the darkness.

Zhang Ling found a weakness in the enemy and decided to launch a massive attack.

As night fell, the smoke from the battlefield had not yet completely dissipated, and the air was filled with a tense and oppressive atmosphere. Zhang Ling stood in front of the window of the headquarters, his eyes full of deep thought. After several days of reconnaissance and analysis, he finally found a fatal weakness of the enemy - a weakly defended flank passage, which led to the enemy's logistics base and was the key to the enemy's supply line. If a large-scale attack could be launched here, it would bring a devastating blow to the enemy.

Zhao Gang pushed the door open and walked in. Seeing Zhang Ling in deep thought, his heart tightened and he couldn't help but ask, "Commander, have you found anything?"

Zhang Ling turned around, his eyes flashing with determination, "Zhao Gang, our chance has come. I have found a weakness of the enemy. Their flank defense is very weak. If we can concentrate our forces to launch an attack from here and directly attack their logistics base, the enemy's supply line will be completely cut off."

Zhao Gang's eyes lit up, and he was obviously excited about the news. "Really? Commander, are you sure we can break through this road?"

Zhang Ling nodded, his tone full of confidence, "According to the scouts' report, this passage is not heavily guarded. The enemy obviously does not realize its importance. If we can quickly attack and break through their flank in one fell swoop, we can not only cut off their supply, but also directly threaten their main force."

Zhao Gang thought for a moment, then asked, "Commander, how do you plan to deploy this attack?"

Zhang Ling walked to the table, spread out the map, pointed to the key passage and said, "I plan to divide the army into three routes. One route will feint from the front to attract the enemy's attention; the second route will detour from the south to block the enemy's retreat; the third route will concentrate elite troops and break directly from the flank to attack the enemy's logistics base. This attack must be fast, fierce, and accurate. We must not give the enemy time to react."