Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Zhang Lingyun looked at the two of them and said encouragingly, "It's okay, Yunlong, Political Commissar Zhao. We, the Eighth Route Army, have always fought with will and wisdom, not equipment. This inspection is just the right time for the leaders to see our combat effectiveness and spirit, which is the most important thing."

Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang nodded at the same time, the worry on their faces gradually dissipated, replaced by confidence and determination. The three of them quickly split up and prepared to welcome the leader.

Not long after, a jeep slowly drove into the camp, the door opened, and a middle-aged officer got out. He was dressed in a neat military uniform, with a military rank on his shoulders, and his eyes were sharp and steady. He looked around with a faint smile on his face.

"Hello, Comrade Zhang Lingyun." The officer walked forward, extended his hand to Zhang Lingyun, with a hint of cordiality in his voice.

Zhang Lingyun immediately stepped forward and shook the other person's hand, with a respectful expression on his face, "Hello, Commander! Welcome to our troops to inspect."

The officer nodded, glanced around the camp, and then said in a gentle tone: "Don't be too reserved. I came here just to see the situation of your troops and understand your needs. We are all here to win the battle, so there is no need for red tape."

Zhang Lingyun smiled slightly and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. "Commander, please rest assured that we will report the situation truthfully."

"Okay, let's take a look at the troops' weapons and equipment first." The officer glanced at Zhang Lingyun and said encouragingly, "I heard that you were short of supplies during this period, but you still won a beautiful victory. I really want to see how you did it."

Zhang Lingyun nodded, and then led the officers to the weapons and equipment area. Along the way, he prayed in his heart that these pieced-together weapons and equipment would not disappoint the leader.

After arriving at the equipment area, Zhang Lingyun signaled the soldiers to open several boxes, which contained various rifles, pistols, machine guns and some crude mortars. Many of these weapons were captured from the battlefield, and some were even taken back from the enemy. After they were repaired, they were able to continue to be used.

The officer looked at the equipment and raised his eyebrows slightly, obviously shocked by the situation. He picked up a rifle and looked at it carefully for a moment, with a puzzled tone: "Comrade Zhang Lingyun, are these the weapons you usually use?"

Zhang Lingyun nodded and said without hiding anything: "Yes, Commander. These are what we captured from the enemy, or they are defective products picked up from the battlefield. We don't have enough supplies, so we can only find ways to repair and transform them so that they can continue to be useful."

The officer put down his rifle, his eyes showing a hint of mixed emotions. "The conditions of your equipment are indeed incredibly difficult, but you are still able to persist in the battle and have won so many victories. This is a remarkable achievement."

Zhang Lingyun felt warm in his heart, knowing that the commander understood their situation, so he continued, "Commander, our soldiers have never been discouraged by poor equipment. On the contrary, they work harder and fight more attentively. We, the Eighth Route Army, never rely on weapons and equipment, but on will and wisdom to win every battle."

The officer nodded with an approving look on his face. "I can see that your soldiers are indeed in high spirits, which is crucial on the battlefield. Equipment is important, but without the courage and determination of the soldiers, even the best equipment will be useless."

Zhao Gang stepped forward and added, "Commander, Commander Zhang Ling has always led us to fight the enemy with wisdom and courage, and has won many victories with limited resources. Although our weapons and equipment are not as good as those of regular troops, we have never given up any battle."

The officer looked at Zhang Lingyun deeply, his eyes full of deep thought, "Comrade Zhang Lingyun, I am proud of your spirit. But at the same time, I also understand that your equipment problems can no longer be ignored. I will do my best to report to my superiors and strive to obtain more supplies and equipment for you."

Zhang Lingyun felt excited and immediately stood up straight and saluted. "Thank you, Commander! With your support, we will definitely be able to complete the task better and make more contributions to the country!"

The officer returned the salute and then said gently, "Comrade Zhang Lingyun, you are welcome. You have done an excellent job, and I am just doing my best to support you. I hope you can continue to maintain this spirit and continue to achieve new victories."

Zhang Lingyun nodded in gratitude, his heart full of firm belief. He knew that with the support of his superiors, their combat effectiveness would be further improved, and future battles would be more assured.

Later, the officer, led by Zhang Lingyun, continued to inspect other parts of the camp. He asked in detail about the soldiers' training, logistics support, and the difficulties they were facing. Zhang Lingyun reported everything truthfully without hiding anything. The officer's expression gradually changed from shock at the beginning to relief and appreciation. He saw the tenacious will and indomitable spirit shown by Zhang Lingyun and his troops under difficult conditions.

After the inspection, the officer had a final exchange with Zhang Lingyun in the command post. He said to Zhang Lingyun earnestly: "Comrade Zhang Lingyun, I am deeply impressed by your work. I will report your situation in detail to my superiors and strive to provide you with more support. Remember, you are soldiers and the backbone of this country. No matter how difficult the conditions are, you must persevere."

Zhang Lingyun was moved

Zhang Ling wrote a letter and sent it to a higher level, with a carrier pigeon flying.

The night was as dark as ink, and the moonlight shone through the sparse clouds and sprinkled on a corner of the camp. Zhang Lingyun sat in the command post, holding a fountain pen in his hand, his eyes deep, but his heart was filled with thousands of words. A piece of letter paper was spread out in front of him, and his mind was full of thoughts. The recent scenes emerged in his mind: the soldiers fought tenaciously under difficult conditions, the old weapons were repeatedly suppressed by the enemy on the battlefield, and the praise and implicit concerns of the leader during his inspection.

"These problems are not just problems for our regiment, but problems for the entire anti-Japanese war front." Zhang Lingyun thought silently in his heart. He knew that relying on their efforts alone was not enough. He had to report these situations to higher levels to seek stronger support.

After much deliberation, Zhang Lingyun finally decided to write. He knew that this letter was of vital importance and had to be written just right, reflecting the situation truthfully while expressing their determination to resist the Japanese invasion.

"Dear commander," Zhang Lingyun wrote the first line on the letter paper. He paused for a moment, frowned slightly, and continued writing, "I am Zhang Lingyun, the commander of a regiment of the Eighth Route Army. As a commander on the front line of the War of Resistance, I led our soldiers to fight behind enemy lines. Although we have achieved some results, we are also facing great difficulties, especially in terms of weapons and equipment and logistical support."

Zhang Lingyun stopped writing and looked out the window. The cool night wind blew the curtains, and a trace of sadness rose in his heart. Thinking back to the comrades who died on the battlefield, his eyes became more determined.

"We understand that national resources are limited and every inch of land on the battlefield needs to be protected. However, the current shortage of equipment and supplies has greatly affected the combat effectiveness of our troops. Most of our weapons were captured from the enemy and continued to be used after being repaired. Many of them are too old to play their due role in fierce battles."

Zhang Lingyun paused for a moment when writing this. He took a deep breath and continued, "Despite all this, our soldiers never backed down. They fought desperately with the enemy under extremely difficult conditions with their tenacious will and unyielding spirit. We long for more support, better equipment, and greater contributions to the country."

He wrote faster and faster, as if pouring all his passion into the lines, "We believe that as long as there is enough support, the Eighth Route Army will be able to fight more beautiful battles, recapture more lost territory, and defeat more enemies."

At this point, Zhang Lingyun suddenly stopped writing. He put down his pen and stared at the words he had written. Hesitation appeared in his heart. This letter will be passed to higher levels. Will they understand the plight of the front line? Will they be able to provide the support they desperately need? But then, his eyes became firm again.

"No matter what the result is, this letter must be sent." Zhang Lingyun told himself in his heart. So he continued to write down his thoughts and requests one by one. At the end of the letter, he wrote: "Please understand our difficulties and believe in our unswerving determination. We will fight bravely on the front line until the last moment. Every soldier of the Eighth Route Army fights to defend the country and protect the people's homes. We are eager for your support."

After writing the last word, Zhang Lingyun put down his pen and breathed a sigh of relief. He carefully checked the contents of the letter and made sure there were no omissions or inappropriate places before he solemnly folded the letter and put it in the envelope.

"Li Yunlong, come in." Zhang Lingyun shouted to the outside of the door.

After a while, Li Yunlong pushed the door open and saw the letter in Zhang Lingyun's hand. He asked in confusion, "Captain, what's the matter?"

Zhang Lingyun handed him the letter, and said solemnly, "Yunlong, this letter is very important. I need you to find a soldier from our pigeon team and send it to a higher level. Make sure the pigeon can arrive safely."

Li Yunlong took the letter and felt the weight of it. His expression became serious. "Captain, don't worry. I will definitely deliver the letter safely."

Zhang Lingyun nodded and continued to remind him: "Remember, be careful on the road. The enemy's reconnaissance activities have been frequent recently. You must avoid the enemy's sight and ensure that the pigeon takes off smoothly."