Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

He understood that the current situation was no longer optimistic and if they did not take decisive action, they might miss their last chance.

"Zhao Gang, you go and arrange the artillery units immediately and prepare for a fierce bombardment. We need to loosen the enemy's defenses and open a breakthrough for Li Yunlong's assault troops." Zhang Ling's tone revealed firmness and determination.

"Yes, Commander." Zhao Gang quickly took the order, turned around and left to arrange preparations for the artillery.

Zhang Ling turned to Li Yunlong and said in a serious tone: "Yunlong, your mission is still the main attack. Once the artillery fire suppresses the enemy, you will lead the team to attack and make sure to capture the enemy's position in the shortest possible time."

Li Yunlong nodded, the flame of fighting in his eyes: "Commander, don't worry, I will definitely live up to your trust!"

Zhang Ling patted Li Yunlong's shoulder gently: "I believe you. Remember, the lives of brothers are precious, don't take risks easily."

"Understood, Commander." Li Yunlong responded firmly, then turned and left to gather his commandos.

Zhang Ling was the only one left in the room, and there was still a lingering haze in his heart. Although the plan had been made, there were too many variables on the battlefield, and any slight mistake could lead to a complete loss. He knew that he had to stay calm and not let these emotions affect his decision-making.

Zhang Ling took another look at the damp pack of cigarettes on the table, and mixed emotions surged in his heart. He picked up the pack of cigarettes from the table, sighed softly, and murmured to himself: "I hope my brothers can understand."

As time went by, the night gradually darkened. Intermittent gunfire was heard from the front line, and the air was filled with tension. Zhang Ling stood in front of the window of the headquarters, looking out into the distance, his heart filled with expectation and anxiety.

"Commander, the artillery unit is ready and can open fire at any time." Zhao Gang's voice came from outside the door. He hurried into the command center with a sense of urgency in his expression.

Zhang Ling turned around, his eyes determined: "Okay, start bombardment immediately to shake the enemy's defense line!"

Zhao Gang nodded immediately and turned to convey the order. Soon after, deafening artillery fire was heard outside, and the entire earth was shaking slightly. Zhang Ling clenched his fists and silently prayed in his heart that this operation would go smoothly.

Time passed by, and the roar of artillery fire continued. Zhang Ling's eyes were fixed on the front, and his ears were filled with various sounds from the battlefield. He knew that this battle would decide everything, and they had no way out.

At this moment, Li Yunlong's voice came through the radio: "Commander, the bombardment has taken effect, and the enemy's position has obviously loosened! We are ready to start the assault!"

Zhang Ling's heart suddenly lifted, and he quickly picked up the radio and responded: "Okay, act immediately. Remember, we must break through quickly!"

"Understood, Commander!" Li Yunlong's voice was firm and powerful, and then the soldiers' shouts and screams came from the radio.

Zhang Ling put down the radio, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He knew that this moment was the moment that would decide life or death, and any hesitation could lead to the failure of the entire operation. He stood in the center of the command center, his hands clenched into fists, his eyes fixed on the direction of the battlefield.

"Commander, the enemy is reacting quickly. They are rapidly adjusting their firepower in an attempt to suppress our assault troops." Zhao Gang sent another message, with a hint of anxiety in his voice.

Zhang Ling's heart tightened. He knew that time was very tight and any delay might cause Li Yunlong's assault to fail. He immediately issued an order: "Increase the artillery coverage and put more pressure on the enemy! Make sure Li Yunlong's troops rush forward smoothly!"

Zhao Gang quickly took the order and turned to coordinate further artillery attacks. Zhang Ling stood there, praying silently in his heart. He knew that Li Yunlong and his commandos were charging at the risk of their lives, and all he could do was to provide them with support as much as possible.

Time seemed to be stretched, and every second seemed like a century. Zhang Ling's heart was filled with anticipation and anxiety. He knew that victory would

Zhang Ling went to the toilet and was frightened by Blind Cheng, who kicked him down.

The night was deep and the camp was silent. Zhang Ling walked out of the headquarters, still thinking over the battle plan. He needed a quarter of an hour to catch his breath, so he decided to go to the bathroom and relax his tense nerves.

It was pitch black all around, with only a few low artillery sounds coming from afar. Zhang Ling yawned and walked towards the makeshift toilet in the corner of the camp. As a commander, he was used to all kinds of inconveniences on the battlefield, but tonight, it seemed that everything was piled up together, making him a little breathless.

Just as he walked to the toilet, Zhang Ling suddenly felt a strange atmosphere. He paused slightly and looked around, but found nothing unusual.

"Who?" Zhang Ling shouted in a low voice. Although his voice was not loud, it was sharp.

No one answered, only the night wind blew gently. Zhang Ling frowned, feeling a little uneasy. He looked around vigilantly, but still found nothing. At this time, he laughed at himself secretly: "Is it because of too much pressure that even the toilet feels unsafe?"

Zhang Ling shook his head and continued walking forward. When he reached the toilet door and was about to push it open, he suddenly heard a deep laugh, as if it came from under his feet.

"Hey, Commander, why don't you rest at this late hour?"

Zhang Ling was caught off guard and was startled. He immediately kicked in the direction of the sound. There was a "bang" and a muffled sound under his feet, followed by a figure falling to the ground with a "ouch".

Zhang Ling looked carefully and found that it was Blind Cheng. He was lying on the ground with his hands on his stomach in pain, with an expression of embarrassment and pain intertwined on his face.

"Blind man! Why are you here?" Zhang Ling was half shocked and half angry, feeling both annoyed and helpless. He was actually frightened by this guy and kicked him back, which was really a bit out of control.

Blind Cheng covered his stomach, grinned, and got up from the ground, an awkward smile on his face: "Commander, your kick is really strong... I, I just came to find a place to smoke a cigarette, and I didn't expect to run into you. You deserve it."

Zhang Ling's anger gradually dissipated, replaced by a helpless mood. He glared at Cheng Xiazi. Although he knew that Cheng Xiazi had no ill intentions, he couldn't help but say, "You kid, you're hiding by the toilet smoking, aren't you afraid that the smoke will attract the enemy?"

Blind Cheng scratched his head embarrassedly: "Commander, I just wanted to find a quiet place, I didn't expect to scare you. I really didn't mean it just now."

Zhang Ling sighed, then slowed down his tone a little: "Forget it, it's okay, don't do this kind of surprise attack next time, everyone is on edge on the battlefield and can't stand being scared."

Blind Cheng nodded his head and said, "Commander, you are right. I will never do this again."

Zhang Ling smiled helplessly and patted Cheng Xiazi on the shoulder: "Okay, put out your cigarette quickly. This place is not suitable for smoking. It is safer to go to the front line. You haven't heard that places like toilets are most likely to become targets of enemy raids."

The smile on Blind Cheng's face gradually disappeared, replaced by a serious look: "Commander, don't worry, I know I was wrong. But to be honest, at this time, I am a little worried. The enemy's movements have been getting bigger and bigger recently. Don't you think we may face a bigger attack?"

Zhang Ling nodded, feeling heavy-hearted. "Yes, the enemy's reinforcements keep arriving, and our pressure is increasing. Although tonight's bombardment has temporarily suppressed them, who knows what will happen next."

Blind Cheng was silent for a while, then whispered, "Commander, how about I take a few people to the front line to scout out the way again? See if there is any new movement from the enemy side."

Zhang Ling looked at Blind Cheng, and suddenly he was touched. He knew that Blind Cheng was always smart, and although he liked to joke around sometimes, he was always decisive at critical moments. At this moment, he volunteered, no doubt to share the pressure for himself.

"Blind man, you really need to go and check out the situation on the front line, but you also have to be careful. The enemy's reconnaissance efforts are now stronger than before, so don't act rashly." There was a hint of concern in Zhang Ling's tone.

Blind Cheng nodded and said with a smile: "Commander, don't worry, I will pay attention. Besides, I haven't lived enough, how can I bear to die!"

Zhang Ling smiled slightly: "Okay, then go and prepare. Remember, any situation must be reported back immediately."

Blind Cheng immediately saluted and turned away. Zhang Ling watched his back gradually disappear into the darkness, still feeling a little uneasy. Every moment on the battlefield was full of variables, and as a commander, he had to stay awake and calm at all times.

Zhang Ling turned and went into the bathroom. After taking care of his physiological problems, he stood in front of the mirror and looked at his tired face. He suddenly realized that he had not had a good rest for a long time. His eyes were bloodshot and his face looked haggard and old.

"When will this war end?" Zhang Ling whispered to himself, his heart filled with mixed emotions. The war had taken away too much, he could no longer remember how many times he had brushed shoulders with death, and he didn't know how many more such tests he would have to face.

Zhang Ling shook his head and forced himself not to think about it anymore. He walked out of the toilet and returned to the headquarters, where he ran into Zhao Gang who had just returned.

"Commander, the blind man just came to me and said he was going to the front line for reconnaissance." Zhao Gang said with concern, "Don't worry, I have sent several experienced veterans to follow him."

Zhang Ling nodded, feeling a little relieved. "Okay, the blind man has his own ideas. As long as he is careful, I believe he can bring back valuable information."

Zhao Gang paused for a moment, then said, "Commander, you also need to take a rest. Such a long period of high-intensity work is not good for your health."