Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Zhang Ling looked up at his adjutant and said in a hoarse voice, "I can't sleep. There are too many things going on. I feel upset."

The adjutant approached, looked at Zhang Ling's bloodshot eyes, and couldn't help but persuade him: "Commander, you can't keep going like this. Your body is the capital of the revolution. If you collapse from exhaustion, how can you fight?"

Zhang Ling gave a bitter smile and extinguished the cigarette in his hand: "I know, but I can't suppress the anger in my heart. Besides, the battle is not over yet, I can't fall down."

The adjutant sighed softly, said nothing more, turned around and went out to ask the kitchen staff to prepare some hot tea.

At this moment, there was a sound of hurried footsteps at the door, and the monk ran in breathlessly. There was still a trace of dust on his face, obviously he had just come back from outside.

"Commander!" As soon as the monk entered the room, he saw Zhang Ling's table full of cigarette ashes and butts, and frowned, "You didn't sleep a wink all night?"

Zhang Ling looked at the monk and forced a smile: "Monk, why are you here? Didn't I ask you to go scout the enemy? Why are you back so soon?"

The monk did not answer immediately. Instead, he walked up to Zhang Ling and asked with concern: "Commander, are you in trouble? Why did you smoke so much in one night?"

Zhang Ling smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's nothing serious, I'm just a little confused. Don't worry about me, just report the situation."

The monk stopped asking questions and said seriously, "Commander, the enemy's defense is indeed not simple. My brothers and I scouted the perimeter and found that they have deployed heavy troops in several key locations, especially on the hilltop we are preparing to attack. The defense is as solid as a rock."

Zhang Ling frowned slightly after hearing this: "Tell me more specifically, how tight is the defense?"

The monk nodded, took out a crude map from his pocket, and spread it in front of Zhang Ling: "Look, the enemy has deployed heavy machine guns and mortars in these places, and there are almost no blind spots. What's worse is that there are several small-caliber artillery pieces in the bunker on the top of the mountain. Although there are not many, if we attack by force, I'm afraid we will suffer heavy losses."

Zhang Ling's face became more and more solemn. He lowered his head and looked at the map carefully, and various tactical plans were running rapidly in his mind. The situation described by the monk was not optimistic. The enemy's defense was so tight that it was indeed unwise to attack rashly.

"Monk, do you think we can bypass their defense and attack them from behind?" Zhang Ling suddenly asked, with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

The monk pondered for a moment and shook his head: "I'm afraid it's difficult. There are many troops stationed in the enemy's rear. If we attack from behind, although there is a certain chance, once we are discovered, I'm afraid we will be wiped out."

Zhang Ling frowned and fell into deep thought. He knew that time was running out and they had to formulate a feasible attack plan as soon as possible, otherwise the opportunity would be fleeting.

At this moment, Zhang Ling suddenly remembered something and looked up at the monk: "By the way, monk, I want you to help me find some sodium nitrate, can you get it?"

The monk was stunned when he heard this, and asked in confusion: "Sodium nitrate? Commander, what do you want this for?"

A cold light flashed in Zhang Ling's eyes, and he said slowly: "Sodium nitrate can be used to make a very powerful explosive. If we can get enough sodium nitrate, we may be able to use it to destroy the enemy's bunkers and open a breakthrough."

The monk's eyes suddenly lit up and he nodded repeatedly: "Commander, your idea is great! I've seen sodium nitrate in the puppet army's arsenal before. I'll find a way to get it now!"

Zhang Ling nodded and said in a serious tone: "Monk, this is a serious matter. You must be careful. The enemy is on high alert now. You must not alert them."

The monk smiled, patted his chest and assured: "Don't worry, Commander, I am a monk working, are you still worried? I will definitely bring the things back quietly!"

"Okay, I believe you." Zhang Ling said with a tired smile in his eyes, "Act as soon as possible, time is running out."

The monk nodded and turned away. Zhang Ling watched him leave, then lit another cigarette and took a deep puff. The sodium nitrate plan was risky, but under the current circumstances, it was their only chance to break through. He had to come up with a foolproof plan as soon as possible to ensure victory in this battle.

Time passed little by little, but Zhang Ling's mind was still wandering among various tactical plans. Each plan had its advantages and disadvantages, but facing such a tight defense of the enemy, none of them could completely satisfy him. He knew that a wrong decision on the battlefield could lead to the annihilation of the entire army, and he could not bear such consequences.

Just as Zhang Ling was lost in thought, footsteps were heard outside the door again. The adjutant pushed the door open and came in with a cup of hot tea in his hand, placing it on Zhang Ling's desk.

"Commander, drink some hot tea to wake you up." The adjutant said with concern.

Zhang Ling nodded, took the teacup, took a sip, but said nothing. His mind was still constantly thinking about various possibilities.

Seeing this, the adjutant couldn't help but ask, "Commander, are you worried about the attack?"

Zhang Ling sighed and put down the teacup: "Yes, the enemy's defense is too tight, and our chances of winning are slim. If we fight hard, I'm afraid the casualties will be very heavy."

The adjutant nodded to show his understanding: "That's true, but I believe you can come up with a foolproof plan."

Zhang Ling gave a bitter smile: "A foolproof plan? That's easier said than done. The enemy's tactical skills are quite high, and every move we make may be seen through by them."

At this moment, hurried footsteps were heard outside the door, and the monk hurried in. There was a hint of excitement and fatigue on his face, and it was obvious that he had just experienced some twists and turns.

"Commander, we got the stuff!" the monk said loudly, unable to hide the smile on his face.

Zhang Ling's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Really? How did you get it?"

The monk panted and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "I took a few brothers and sneaked into the puppet army's arsenal under the cover of night. It took a lot of effort to get the sodium nitrate out. We avoided the enemy patrols along the way and finally brought it back safely."

Zhang Ling heaved a sigh of relief and a rare smile appeared on his face: "Monk, you did a good job! With these sodium nitrates, we have a chance to break through the enemy's defense line."

The monk grinned and said, "Commander, what are you going to do with this sodium nitrate next?"

Zhang Ling pondered for a moment and said slowly: "We can use this sodium nitrate to make explosives to destroy the enemy's bunkers and heavy firepower points. As long as we can open a gap, our troops can quickly rush to the top of the mountain and occupy the commanding heights."

The monk nodded and said, "That's a good idea! I'll arrange some people to make the explosives right away."

Zhang Ling reached out to stop him and said solemnly: "Monk, this operation is crucial. You must personally supervise the production of explosives to ensure that there are no mistakes."

The monk nodded and agreed: "Commander, don't worry, I will keep an eye on it myself."

Zhang Ling felt a little relieved. With the sodium nitrate, he finally saw hope of victory. Although the road ahead was still full of dangers, he knew that as long as they tried their best, they could win the battle.

"Monk, you have to be careful too." Zhang Ling finally warned, "This mission is extremely dangerous, don't be careless."

A trace of determination flashed in the monk's eyes: "Commander, don't worry, I will be careful."

Zhang Ling nodded and looked at the monk

Zhang Ling's telegraph machine was blown up. He tried to contact the headquarters, but it was extremely difficult.

Zhang Ling sat in the command center, staring at the shattered telegraph machine, his heart full of anger and anxiety. He gently stroked the remains of the telegraph machine, his eyes revealing a hint of helplessness. This telegraph machine was his only way to communicate with the headquarters, and now it was destroyed by enemy fire, and the entire battle situation seemed to have been cut off.

"Damn it!" Zhang Ling cursed under his breath and slammed the table hard.

There were hurried footsteps outside the door, and Zhao Gang and Li Yunlong hurried in. As soon as they entered the door, they saw Zhang Ling standing in front of the telegraph machine with a gloomy face, and the air was filled with a tense atmosphere.

"Commander, was the telegraph machine really blown up?" Zhao Gang's heart sank when he first noticed the wreckage on the ground.

Zhang Ling nodded, his voice low and full of suppressed anger: "Yes, the enemy's shell hit the target, and the telegraph machine has been completely destroyed."

Li Yunlong clenched his fists angrily: "Damn it, what a cunning enemy! They must know that we rely on this telegraph machine, so they are targeting here!"

Zhang Ling's eyes were still solemn. He did not respond to Li Yunlong's anger, but slowly walked to the window, thinking about the next plan. Now that they have lost contact with the headquarters, they have lost the most important source of support and orders. Although he can continue to command the troops, he must be extremely cautious in every step without orders from his superiors.

Zhao Gang saw Zhang Ling's concerns and asked tentatively: "Commander, what should we do now? Without a telegraph, it is almost impossible to contact the headquarters."

Zhang Ling pondered for a moment, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes: "We must find a way to restore contact. The headquarters must know our situation here, otherwise the subsequent action plan may go wrong."

Li Yunlong frowned, looking a little impatient: "But, Commander, the enemy's defenses are so tight now. It is almost impossible to find a safe way to contact the headquarters. Should we send someone to risk rushing out to deliver the letter?"

Zhang Ling did not answer immediately. Instead, he took a deep breath and turned to look at the two men: "Yunlong, Zhao Gang, you are right. The current situation is very tricky. But we can't just sit there and wait for death. I am considering a more risky plan."

Zhao Gang was slightly stunned, obviously confused: "Commander, what do you mean?"