Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Zhang Lingyun looked at Li Yunlong and felt a little relieved: "Okay, Yunlong, I'll leave this to you. But you must be careful, the Japanese are searching everywhere now, you must not take it lightly."

Li Yunlong nodded, his eyes firm: "Don't worry, Captain, I promise to complete the mission."

He turned around and quickly set off with a few elite soldiers to find a suitable location to set up a shortwave radio station. Zhang Lingyun stayed in the camp and continued to think about the next action plan.

As night fell, the camp was still busy. The soldiers were busy with various preparations, such as strengthening fortifications, checking weapons, and distributing ammunition. Everything was in order. Zhang Lingyun understood that they had to restore contact with the headquarters as soon as possible, otherwise the enemy's next move would be even more dangerous.

A few hours later, Li Yunlong returned with his team, his face showing a trace of fatigue, but more of excitement: "Commander, we have found a suitable location, in a cave in the back mountain. The terrain there is concealed and it is not easy for the devils to find us."

A hint of joy flashed in Zhang Lingyun's eyes: "Very good, let's get started right away and move the shortwave radio over."

Several communication soldiers acted quickly under the command of Zhang Lingyun. They loaded the shortwave radio on the carriage and headed for the cave in the back mountain under the cover of night. Along the way, everyone remained extremely vigilant for fear of attracting the enemy's attention.

After arriving at the cave, Zhang Lingyun personally directed everyone to set up the radio station and ensure that everything was ready. The signalmen began to debug the equipment, and a tense atmosphere enveloped the entire cave.

"How's the signal?" Zhang Lingyun asked in a low voice, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

The signalman frowned and carefully adjusted the frequency of the radio. After a while, he looked up with a smile on his face: "Captain, the signal is stable, we can start transmitting information."

Zhang Lingyun felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that this was only the first step, and there would be more difficult tasks waiting for them.

"Deliver important intelligence first," Zhang Lingyun ordered, "make sure the headquarters can receive our information as soon as possible."

The signalman nodded and began to operate the radio quickly. The dense radio signals were transmitted through the shortwave radio and went straight to the distant headquarters. Zhang Lingyun stood aside, watching all this quietly, but he still couldn't completely relax in his heart.

"Captain, our signal has been sent out. What should we do next?" Zhang Dabiao asked with a hint of nervousness in his tone.

Zhang Lingyun thought for a moment and said slowly: "We can't rely on just one communication method. The Japanese won't give up easily, they will definitely continue to look for the location of our radio station. We must be prepared to move at any time."

Li Yunlong nodded in agreement: "The commander is right. The Japanese are not so easy to shake off. If we want to gain the initiative in this battle, we must take a multi-pronged approach."

Zhang Lingyun looked at the group of loyal brothers in front of him, and a strong sense of responsibility surged in his heart. He knew that they were in a life-and-death battle, and every step could not be wrong.

"We will win." Zhang Lingyun's voice was firm and low, as if he was cheering himself and everyone in front of him.

The signalmen continued to operate the radio nervously, while Zhang Lingyun silently observed the surroundings of the cave. Outside the cave, the night was still thick, and the wind howled in the mountains, as if telling the cruelty and ruthlessness of war.

Suddenly, a weak signal came from the radio, and the signalmen's faces changed, and they quickly adjusted their equipment. Zhang Lingyun also keenly noticed the difference, and walked over quickly, staring at the radio nervously.

"Commander, the enemy is trying to interfere with our signals." A communications soldier said anxiously, with a layer of cold sweat on his forehead.

"Can we avoid it?" Zhang Lingyun asked quickly, his heart in his throat.

The signalman shook his head, his face solemn: "Their interference signal is very strong, and the shortwave radio station's anti-interference ability is limited. We must readjust the frequency."

"Adjust immediately!" Zhang Lingyun gave the order without hesitation. He knew that once the signal was completely interfered with by the enemy, all efforts would be in vain.

The signalmen acted quickly, their fingers operating the equipment quickly, and the frequency of the radio kept changing, trying to avoid the enemy's interference. But the interference signal was also getting stronger, as if the devils had realized their existence and were stepping up their blockade.

Zhang Lingyun's heart was getting heavier. Seeing that communication was becoming more and more difficult, he knew that he couldn't delay any longer. "Da Biaozi, prepare to retreat." Zhang Lingyun ordered decisively, "We can't stay here. We must move as soon as possible."

Zhang Dabiao immediately responded and began to direct the soldiers to pack up their equipment and prepare to evacuate.

1/2

Zhang Ling's cigarette was damp. He felt very guilty and sorry for his subordinates.

The night mountain breeze blew through the camp, bringing a hint of dampness and coolness. Zhang Lingyun sat alone in the simple tent, holding a pack of cigarettes that had been corroded by moisture. He tried to light one, but the match struck the tobacco, emitting only a faint flame, and then quickly went out. Zhang Lingyun stared at the cigarette in his hand, frowning, and a strong sense of self-blame surged in his heart.

"Damn it, how did this cigarette become like this?" Zhang Lingyun cursed in a low voice, then crushed the cigarette in his hand and threw it on the ground. However, the annoyance in his heart did not disappear with the crushing of the cigarette, but became more intense.

"Captain, who are you scolding?" The door curtain was lifted, and Li Yunlong walked in carelessly with a smile on his face. He saw Zhang Lingyun frowning, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "What happened?"

Zhang Lingyun looked up at Li Yunlong, then sighed, "Oh, my cigarette is damp and I can't light it at all." There was an indescribable regret in his tone.

Li Yunlong was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, "Just for this? Captain, you are really worried. It's just a small matter, what's there to worry about? Besides, if it gets wet, just throw it away. I still have a few dry ones, let's smoke them together."

Zhang Lingyun smiled bitterly and shook his head, but his eyes were heavy: "Li Yunlong, this is not about cigarettes. It's me, as the leader, who didn't take good care of you brothers. You go through life and death every day, but you can't even smoke a decent cigarette. As the leader, I'm really sorry for you."

Hearing this, Li Yunlong's smile faded a little. He walked over to sit next to Zhang Lingyun and patted him on the shoulder: "Captain, you are too much. We brothers are fighting the Japanese together, not for these pleasures. You can lead us to victory and save the lives of our brothers. This is the greatest care."

Zhang Lingyun was silent for a moment, with a trace of guilt still in his eyes: "But I always feel that it is not enough. You are all brothers who have been with me through thick and thin. Every time I see you fighting on the battlefield, I feel sad and feel that I have not done enough."

Seeing Zhang Lingyun blaming himself like this, Li Yunlong was also somewhat touched. He knew that Zhang Lingyun was a man who valued friendship and loyalty, and he cared a lot about the life and death of his brothers. But it was precisely because of this that he often felt pressure and burden.

"Captain, don't blame yourself too much." Li Yunlong slowed down his tone and tried to comfort him, "You always take everyone's affairs to heart, but you have to take care of yourself. If you fall, how can we brothers hold on?"

Zhang Lingyun raised his head, his eyes flashing with complex emotions. He knew that Li Yunlong's words made sense, but the sense of responsibility in his heart made it difficult for him to let go.

"You're right. I know I can't collapse." Zhang Lingyun's voice was low, but there was a firmness in his tone. "But I still have to find a way to make everyone's life better. I can't let you always suffer like this."

Li Yunlong smiled, then took out a few dry cigarettes from his pocket and handed them to Zhang Lingyun: "Captain, don't think too much about it. Come on, have a cigarette. It's good enough that we can smoke in this chaotic world."

Zhang Lingyun took the cigarette and felt warm inside. He lit it, took a deep breath, and then exhaled a wisp of smoke. His expression relaxed a little.

"Thank you, Yunlong." Zhang Lingyun said sincerely, looking at Li Yunlong gratefully, "Sometimes I think it's my blessing to have brothers like you."

Li Yunlong grinned, with a hint of ridicule in his eyes: "Captain, please don't say that. If outsiders heard this, they would think you were going to say goodbye to us."

Zhang Lingyun also laughed, but soon returned to his serious expression: "Yunlong, to be honest, I have always felt that I owe too much to you brothers. I don't know how long this battle will last, but I hope that no matter what the final outcome is, we can live to see that day."

Li Yunlong's eyes became serious. He nodded and said firmly, "Commander, we are just like you. We want to see the Japanese driven out of our land one day, and return to our hometown to live a stable life. This is our dream and the motivation for us to live."

Zhang Lingyun took a deep puff of cigarette, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Yes, survive and see the final victory. This is my promise to you, and it is also what I ask of myself."

The two of them were silent, with only the burning cigarette butts flickering faintly in the night. Outside the camp, the night wind was still blowing, as if telling of the endless suffering in this troubled world.

After a while, Zhang Dabiao walked in and saw the two sitting together smoking. He showed a hint of surprise on his face: "Captain, Captain Li, what kind of little party are you having here?"

Zhang Lingyun looked up at Zhang Dabiao and smiled: "Dabiao, come, sit down, and smoke a cigarette together."

Zhang Dabiao was not polite. He walked over and sat down. He took the cigarette handed to him by Zhang Lingyun, lit it, took a deep puff, and then exhaled the smoke with satisfaction: "It's so damn comfortable. This is what it feels like to be in a war."