Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

"Zhao Gang, notify all troops to attack the hill on time at 8 o'clock tomorrow night." Zhang Ling finally made up his mind.

"Yes, Commander Zhang Ling!" Zhao Gang immediately went to convey the order.

The night was dark, and the entire camp was in a tense state of preparation. Under the cover of darkness, the soldiers quietly moved their equipment, and everyone was making final preparations for the upcoming battle. Zhang Ling stood outside the command center, watching the scene quietly, with mixed feelings in his heart.

At this moment, Blind Cheng ran over in a hurry, with a trace of anxiety on his face: "Commander, there is an emergency!"

Zhang Ling turned around, his eyes sharp: "What's going on?"

"The enemy seems to have noticed that we are preparing to attack. The sentries on the front line report that the enemy troops have made unusual movements and seem to be strengthening their defenses." Blind Cheng reported quickly.

Zhang Ling's heart sank suddenly: "The enemy's reaction was faster than we expected. Could it be that our actions were exposed?"

"Maybe, Commander. The enemy's reconnaissance capabilities should not be underestimated." Blind Cheng said in a low voice.

Zhang Ling made a quick decision: "Immediately strengthen the front line's vigilance and order

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.

It was dark at night, and moonlight poured into Zhang Ling's headquarters through the window, reflecting on several battle maps on the table. Zhang Ling stood in front of the window, frowning, staring at the night sky in the distance, feeling heavy in his heart. The upcoming battle made him feel unprecedented pressure, not only because of the enemy's strong defense, but also because of the situation at home.

At this moment, the door of the headquarters was gently pushed open, and a familiar figure appeared at the door. Zhang Ling's wife, Xiuqin, walked in slowly with a hot lunch box in her hand. Her face was a little tired, but her eyes were filled with deep worry.

"Zhang Ling, eat something." Xiuqin said softly, putting the lunch box on the table.

Zhang Ling came back to his senses, and his eyes turned from the window to Xiuqin. He felt warm in his heart, but also a little guilty. He knew that Xiuqin had been silently supporting him, but he also knew that this battle might make her even more worried.

"Xiuqin, why are you here at this time? Go back and rest, it's so late." Zhang Ling tried to hide the heaviness in his heart with a relaxed tone.

Xiuqin did not move. She stood in front of Zhang Ling with a firm look on her face: "Zhang Ling, I have something to tell you."

Zhang Ling sensed the unusualness in her tone, and his heart sank slightly. He pulled out a chair, sat down, and motioned Xiuqin to sit across from him: "What's wrong? What happened?"

Xiuqin did not answer immediately, but took a deep breath, as if she was thinking about how to speak. She clenched her hands tightly together, looking a little nervous.

"Zhang Ling, I have always known your loyalty to the army and the country. You have contributed a lot to this land over the years. I have always respected you." Xiuqin's voice was soft, but it carried a hint of power that could not be ignored.

Zhang Ling listened quietly, feeling vaguely uneasy.

"But..." Xiuqin's voice was a little choked, "Have you ever thought about our family? Our children? They need you, and I need you too. When you are not at home, the children always ask me, when will daddy come back? Every time I don't know how to answer."

Zhang Ling's heart ached suddenly. He was silent for a moment, and finally spoke: "Xiuqin, I know I owe you too much, but the country is in the most critical moment now, I can't retreat."

Xiuqin's tears welled up in her eyes, but she tried to stay calm: "Zhang Ling, I'm not asking you to back down, I just hope you can consider our family. You're fighting on the battlefield, and my children and I worry about you every day at home. I can't sleep every night, for fear that I'll hear from you one day... What if something happens to you, how will we live?"

Zhang Ling's heart seemed to be stabbed by something. He knew that what Xiuqin said was true, and he also knew that he had always neglected his family. But he also understood that the safety of the country was more important than anything else.

"Xiuqin, I understand your worries." Zhang Ling's voice was low and full of deep apology. "But if I retire now and return home, I will never feel at peace. I will live in guilt for the rest of my life, feeling that I have let down those brothers who fought with me."

Xiuqin couldn't hold back her tears. She choked and said, "Zhang Ling, I'm not asking you to give up the country. I just hope you can think more about our family. The children are still young and they need a father around. I hope you can understand that I don't want to be a widow and the children don't want to lose their father."

Zhang Ling felt as if a heavy stone was pressing down on his heart. He looked at Xiuqin, his heart full of contradictions and pain. Xiuqin was right, but he simply couldn't give up his current job.

"Xiuqin, I really want to stay with you, but..." Zhang Ling took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. "You know, I have not only my family on my shoulders, but also my country. The war is intense now, how can I leave at this time?"

Xiuqin's eyes flashed with despair, and her voice almost trembled: "Zhang Ling, is the country more important than home? Do you know what my life and the children's life will be like if you die? I beg you, Zhang Ling, for the sake of our family, put down the gun in your hand!"

Zhang Ling's heart suddenly tightened. He had never seen Xiuqin so desperate. He knew that she was deeply in love and worried, but he also knew that his responsibility was not only for his family, but also for the safety of thousands of compatriots.

"Xiuqin, I understand how you feel, but I really can't." Zhang Ling's voice was filled with endless pain. "If I retire now, I will regret it for the rest of my life. Besides, I have already promised my superiors that I must complete this mission. How can you let me let go?"

Xiuqin's tears finally flowed down like a flood. "Zhang Ling, I know you have responsibilities, but I just want you to come back to us safely. I don't want the children to lose their father, and I don't want to guard this family alone. I beg you, Zhang Ling, listen to me once, okay?"

Zhang Ling's heart ached, but he still shook his head firmly: "Xiuqin, I love you, but I can't agree. My current duties are too important, and I can't abandon my comrades."

Xiuqin's tearful eyes were filled with pain and disappointment. She asked in a trembling voice, "Zhang Ling, are the children and I so unimportant to you? Would you rather die than come back to us?"

Zhang Ling's heart seemed to be torn apart. He grabbed Xiuqin's hand and held it tightly: "Xiuqin, you are the most important in my heart. I don't want you to get hurt, but I can't selfishly give up the country. I hope you can understand me. The current situation is very dangerous. The soldiers on the front line are bleeding. I can't retreat at this time."

Xiuqin struggled to break free from Zhang Ling's hand, tears welling up in her eyes: "Zhang Ling, I've had enough. You always do this, and always let me carry all the burdens alone. Do you know how scared I am? Do you know how scared the children are?"

Zhang Ling's heart gradually collapsed under Xiuqin's questioning. He knew he couldn't refute it because every word she said was true. But he also knew that he couldn't let go of the responsibility on his shoulders.

"Xiuqin, I'm really sorry." Zhang Ling's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible. "I had no other choice."

Xiuqin looked at Zhang Ling, her eyes full of despair and pain. She shook her head and choked up, "Zhang Ling, I really don't want to go on like this. If you really want to continue like this, don't blame me."

Zhang Ling's heart trembled, as if he had a bad premonition, but he still forced himself to calm down: "Xiuqin, what are you talking about? You won't really leave me, right?"

Xiuqin didn't answer, but bit her lips hard, tears falling. Her heart was filled with pain and helplessness, and she didn't know how to face the man she once loved. Finally, she slowly stood up and whispered, "Zhang Ling, if you really care about us, please think about it carefully. The children and I need you."

After saying that, Xiuqin turned and left the headquarters, leaving Zhang Ling standing there alone, his heart filled with endless pain and confusion. He looked at her leaving back, and there seemed to be a void in his heart. He knew that he had disappointed her, but he was powerless to change his decision.

Zhang Ling sat dejectedly in a chair, covering his face with his hands, his heart filled with endless contradictions. He loved Xiuqin and the children, but he also knew that the safety of the country was more important than his personal happiness. He could not put down his weapon at this time, because he knew that if he retreated, the entire frontline battle would lose an important support point.

As the night deepened, Zhang Ling was the only one left in the headquarters. Painful emotions kept surging in his heart, and he was filled with guilt towards his wife and children and responsibility towards the country. Finally, he sighed, stood up, walked to the table, and began to re-examine the battle map.

Zhang Ling knew that this battle was not just

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

Zhang Ling sat at the table in the headquarters, holding a half-burned cigarette in his hand. The smoke slowly rose in the air and filled the entire room. His eyes were a little empty, and his mind kept thinking about the quarrel with Xiuqin just now. The inner irritability and pressure made him sleepless all night, and he lit up cigarettes one after another, as if only in this way could he relieve the heaviness in his heart.

"Commander, why haven't you slept yet?" The adjutant pushed the door open and came in. Seeing Zhang Ling's cigarette butts all over the floor, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.