Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Zhang Dabiao led the commando team out of the bunker and charged towards the top of the mountain. The infantry quickly deployed, using the terrain and the bombed bunkers.

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.

Zhang Lingyun stood in the yard, holding a battle report that had just been sent from the front. The handwriting on the report was strong and powerful, and every word revealed the passion and determination of the frontline soldiers. His brows were furrowed, but his thoughts were interrupted by a voice behind him.

"Zhang Lingyun, I have something to tell you." A soft but firm voice came from behind.

Zhang Lingyun turned around and saw his wife Xiuqin standing at the door, her eyes full of anxiety and uneasiness. She was holding a package in her hand, which was obviously some daily necessities she had just brought back from town. But her eyes were fixed on Zhang Lingyun, as if she was brewing some important decision.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Lingyun put the battle report aside, walked to her side, and tried to read something from her expression.

"Zhang Lingyun," Xiuqin took a deep breath and finally spoke, "I know the situation on the front line is getting more and more tense, but can you please consider our family? My children and I need you, and we can't live in fear like this every time."

Zhang Lingyun frowned, feeling a little uneasy. He knew what Xiuqin was going to say, but he didn't expect that day to come so soon.

"What do you mean by that?" Zhang Lingyun asked tentatively.

Xiuqin bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes: "Zhang Lingyun, our children are still young, they need their father's company. I know you are doing this for the country and for those brothers, but what about our family? Do you really intend to leave us behind and keep fighting like this?"

Zhang Lingyun listened to her words, and a complex emotion surged in his heart. He walked closer to Xiuqin, reached out and touched her shoulder, and said in a low but firm voice: "Xiuqin, I understand your feelings, but I can't retreat. Now is the most critical time for the country, and the soldiers are fighting on the front line. How can I retreat at this time?"

Xiuqin couldn't hold back her tears. She reached out and grabbed Zhang Lingyun's hand, her voice choking with sobs: "But Zhang Lingyun, have you ever thought about us? I worry every day, worried that you might never come back one day. The children are still so young, they can't live without a father. I don't ask for anything else, I just ask you to come home safely and take care of us."

Zhang Lingyun's heart was deeply hurt by her words. He looked at Xiuqin's tears, and his heart seemed to be cut by a knife. He knew that Xiuqin was right, but he could not compromise, and he could not turn a blind eye to his responsibilities.

"Xiuqin," Zhang Lingyun's voice became even deeper, "I know you and the children need me, but the country needs me too. Each of us has our own responsibilities, and my responsibility is to defend this country and prevent those invaders from stepping on our land. If I retreat, what about those brothers who died on the front line? What about their families?"

Xiuqin's tears kept flowing. She shook her head and said in an almost pleading tone: "Zhang Lingyun, I know you have your responsibilities, but our family is also your responsibility! It's not that I don't support you, but when will the war end? How long do we have to wait?"

Zhang Lingyun felt a sharp pain in his heart. He knew that what Xiuqin said made sense, but he could not answer her question. He took a deep breath, suppressed the pain in his heart, and his voice remained firm: "Xiuqin, I promise you that after the war, I will come back and take good care of you and the children. But now, I can't leave. I can't let down those brothers who are fighting on the front line, and I can't let down the country."

Xiuqin's tears blurred her vision. She almost cried and said, "Zhang Lingyun, why can't you think about us once? Do you really want to wait until the war is over and everything is lost before you regret it?"

Zhang Lingyun's heart ached as she cried, but he knew he couldn't waver. He hugged Xiuqin tightly in his arms, his voice choked but still firm: "Xiuqin, it's not that I don't love you, it's not that I don't care about this family, but the safety of the country is equally important to me. I must complete my mission, not only for the country, but also for our family. Only when we win and the country is safe, can we truly have a stable home."

Xiuqin cried bitterly in his arms. She weakly beat Zhang Lingyun's chest with her fists, as if venting her frustration and anger. "Zhang Lingyun, you are too stubborn! Are you doing this to us and the children?"

Zhang Lingyun felt a sharp pain in his chest. He knew that he had caused Xiuqin too much suffering, but he could not convince himself to give up his responsibility. He could only hug her tightly and tell himself over and over again in his heart that he must persevere.

"I'm sorry, Xiuqin." Zhang Lingyun whispered, "I know I've disappointed you, but this is what I have to do. You have to believe me, I will come back and take good care of you and the children."

Xiuqin's crying gradually subsided, but her body was still shaking slightly. She raised her head and looked at Zhang Lingyun with tears in her eyes, which were filled with endless sadness and despair: "Zhang Lingyun, do you know how scared I am of losing you? Every night I dream of you falling on the battlefield and the children losing their father. I really don't want to endure this pain anymore."

Zhang Lingyun's heart seemed to be torn apart. He looked at Xiuqin's eyes full of despair, and the guilt in his heart almost overwhelmed him. But he still firmly held her hand, and said in a low and firm voice: "Xiuqin, I promise you, I will come back alive. I will definitely let you and the children live a stable life."

Xiuqin's tears welled up again. She held Zhang Lingyun's hand tightly and said in a trembling voice, "Zhang Lingyun, you promised me that you would come back alive, no matter what happens."

Zhang Lingyun nodded vigorously: "I promise you, I will definitely come back."

The two hugged each other, with only the sound of each other's heartbeats echoing in the silence. Zhang Lingyun's heart was full of contradictions and pain. He knew that he could not give up the responsibility on his shoulders, nor could he ignore his wife's pain. He could only pray silently, praying that the war would end soon and that he could return safely to his wife and children.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment. Zhang Lingyun recalled the past, the moments from his acquaintance to his love with Xiuqin, and the vows they had made. He knew that no matter what, he had to fulfill his promise, and he had to do his best for this family and for the country.

After an unknown amount of time, Xiuqin's emotions gradually calmed down. She raised her head from Zhang Lingyun's arms. Her eyes were still red and swollen, but her tone had become calm: "Zhang Lingyun, I won't force you to do anything anymore. I know you have your responsibilities, and I know you are doing this for the good of the country. I just hope that you can take care of yourself. No matter how dangerous it is, remember that we are waiting for you."

Zhang Lingyun felt a warm current in his heart. He looked at Xiuqin and felt her understanding and support. His guilt was slightly relieved. He gently stroked her cheek, his voice gentle but firm: "Xiuqin, I will be careful. I will not let myself fall. I will come back to be with you and the children."

Xiuqin nodded, and although tears still flashed in her eyes, she knew she had to accept this reality. She looked at Zhang Lingyun deeply, then slowly turned around and walked into the house. Zhang Lingyun looked at her from behind, with mixed feelings in his heart.

He knew that he had to shoulder not only the responsibility on the battlefield, but also the commitment to his family. He had to survive this cruel war, for the country and for this family.

Zhang Lingyun stood in the yard, looking up at the night sky, praying silently in his heart. The war would not last forever, he firmly believed that one day, peace would come, and he would return to his wife and children with the joy of victory.

"I will definitely come back alive." Zhang Lingyun said to himself in his heart, and made the most firm promise to that distant future.

Zhang Ling smoked all night and asked the monk to help him find some sodium nitrate.

As night fell, the camp was surrounded by silence. The night breeze was slightly cool, blowing the lanterns hanging outside the tent, making a slight swaying sound. Zhang Lingyun sat alone in front of a simple wooden table, holding a cigarette in his hand. In the smoke, his brows were furrowed and his expression was solemn.

The entire camp fell into a deep sleep, but Zhang Lingyun's heart was like a huge rock pressing down on him, and he couldn't calm down. He smoked one cigarette after another, and he didn't know how many cigarette butts he had changed in his hand, but his mind was still troubled by the day's combat meeting.

"Captain, why aren't you asleep yet?" A deep voice came from the door. Zhang Lingyun looked up and saw that it was the monk. He was one of the most loyal soldiers in the team, tall and strong, with a full beard, and always looked so reliable.

Zhang Lingyun took a deep breath of cigarette and slowly exhaled. The smoke dispersed in front of him, blurring his face. "I can't sleep. I have too many things on my mind." He said, with a hint of fatigue in his tone.

The monk walked into the tent and sat opposite Zhang Lingyun. He looked at his tired eyes and frowned slightly: "Captain, what's bothering you so much? Why don't you tell me and I'll give you some advice."

Zhang Lingyun gave a bitter smile, extinguished the cigarette in his hand in the ashtray, and sighed: "Monk, you said that this war has been going on for so long, and our ammunition is getting less and less. Brothers are fighting hard, but our equipment still can't keep up."

The monk nodded. Although he was usually careless, he was never careless about things on the battlefield. "That's true. The enemy's firepower is getting stronger and stronger, but our ammunition is stretched to the limit. We have to be thrifty in every battle and use the saved bullets to deal with the enemy's attack."