Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Zhang Ling smiled bitterly: "I know, but now is not the time to rest. The enemy may attack at any time. We must always remain vigilant."

Zhao Gang looked at Zhang Ling's tired face and couldn't help but whispered, "Commander, we all know you are worried, but you have to think about yourself too. If you fall, what will happen to the entire army?"

Zhang Ling's heart was touched. He knew that what Zhao Gang said made sense, but he also knew that as a commander, he didn't have much time to think about his personal gains and losses. War is like this. It doesn't allow you to relax at all.

"Zhao Gang, I'm fine, don't worry." Zhang Ling's tone was still firm, but there was a hint of fatigue in his eyes. "The most important thing now is to ensure that the combat effectiveness of the troops is not weakened. The rest can be dealt with after the battle is over."

Zhao Gang wanted to say something, but finally nodded silently: "Okay, Commander, I will continue to arrange everything. If you feel tired, just tell me at any time and I will share the burden for you."

Zhang Ling patted Zhao Gang on the shoulder, feeling a little warm in his heart: "Okay, I will. We are all brothers. After the battle, let's get together."

Zhao Gang smiled and left to continue arranging work. Zhang Ling looked at his back, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart. Everyone on the battlefield was trying their best to win, and as a commander, he had to shoulder this responsibility.

It was late at night and Zhang Ling was the only one left in the headquarters. He sat at the table, picked up the damp pack of cigarettes, and sighed softly. Although these were just small things, in a war environment, every detail was particularly important.

Zhang Ling lit another cigarette and took a deep breath, as if the smell of tobacco could calm his mind a little. He knew that tomorrow's battle would be even more brutal, and he had to formulate the most perfect battle plan for his brothers.

"The battle will not wait for us to rest, it will always move forward." Zhang Ling whispered to himself, the smoke

Zhang Ling's father-in-law was ill, and his wife wanted to send him to the military hospital, but Zhang Ling firmly disagreed.

It was dark and the lights in the headquarters were dim. Zhang Ling stood in front of the map, holding a pencil in his hand, constantly marking the enemy's movements on the map. His brows were furrowed, obviously thinking about the upcoming battle strategy. The battle outside was getting more and more tense, and Zhang Ling's heart was getting heavier. He knew that every decision on the front line was related to the fate of the entire unit.

At this moment, there was a light knock on the door. Zhang Ling raised his head and looked away from the map, with a hint of doubt in his eyes: "Come in."

The door was pushed open, and Xiuqin walked in with a hint of anxiety on her face. Her expression was different from usual, as if she had something unspeakable on her mind.

"Xiuqin, it's so late, why don't you rest?" Zhang Ling felt a little warm in his heart when he saw her, but then he noticed the worry on her face and couldn't help asking, "What happened?"

Xiuqin hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "Zhang Ling, my father is sick and his condition is not good."

Zhang Ling's heart tightened when he heard this. He put down the pencil in his hand and walked to Xiuqin: "What happened to Dad? Is it serious?"

Xiuqin's eyes flashed with tears, and her voice was a little choked: "My father has been coughing recently. I thought it was just a cold, but it has been getting worse in the past few days. He even has trouble walking. I'm worried that he may have lung disease."

Zhang Ling's heart sank suddenly. Xiuqin's father was an elder he had always respected. Over the years, the old man had worried a lot about their family. Upon hearing the news that the old man was seriously ill, Zhang Ling's heart was suddenly filled with worry and guilt.

"Xiuqin, let's send him to the hospital for a check-up. This disease cannot be delayed." Zhang Ling said anxiously.

Xiuqin nodded, her face showing even more anxiety: "I thought so too, but the situation is so tense recently, I don't know what to do... So I want to send my dad to our military hospital, the conditions there are better than in local hospitals, and the doctors are all ours."

Zhang Ling was hesitant when he heard this. He knew that the conditions in the military hospital were indeed good, but at the same time, he was also aware of the current situation. The military hospital was now full, and many wounded were still waiting for treatment. If more non-combatants were added, it might affect the existing resource allocation.

"Xiuqin, I understand how you feel, but the military hospital is short of staff right now and the situation is special. I'm afraid they..." Before Zhang Ling could finish his words, Xiuqin had already keenly caught the hesitation in his words.

"Zhang Ling, my father is your father-in-law, he is our elder!" Xiuqin's voice was filled with urgency and pleading, "He is so ill now, we can't let him suffer in the local hospital. You know the conditions there, it's impossible to give him the best care."

Zhang Ling was in a state of intense conflict. On one side was his family, and on the other was his duty. Every decision he made could trigger a chain reaction.

"Xiuqin, it's not that I don't want to treat Dad. You know, I'm worried about him, too." Zhang Ling tried to keep his tone calm, but his inner struggle was exposed in his voice. "But the battle on the front line is intense right now, and I can't let the army's resources be strained because of family matters. The hospital has limited beds, and each bed may be related to the lives of soldiers on the front line."

Xiuqin's face changed slightly, tears welled up in her eyes: "Zhang Ling, I can understand what you said, but what about my father? He is the elder you have always respected. In your heart, is the army more important than our family?"

Zhang Ling felt a sharp pain in his heart. He knew that what Xiuqin said made sense, but he also knew that as a commander, he could not put his personal affairs above the interests of the entire army.

"Xiuqin, that's not what I meant." Zhang Ling tried to explain, "The situation in the army is very tense right now, and many wounded soldiers on the front line are in urgent need of treatment. I can't let others take greater risks for the sake of our family."

Xiuqin's tears finally rolled down, and her voice was choked with sobs: "Zhang Ling, I don't ask you for anything else, I just ask you to consider your family this time. My father is old and in poor health. If he can't be cured this time, he may...may not make it."

Zhang Ling's heart was filled with pain and contradictions. He didn't want to hurt Xiuqin, nor did he want to disappoint her. But he also knew that he had to make a painful choice between family and responsibility.

"Xiuqin, I will try to arrange for Dad to go to the best department of the local hospital as soon as possible and let the best doctors take care of him." Zhang Ling tried to find a compromise. "I will also send someone to visit him every day to ensure that he gets the best treatment."

Xiuqin shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "Zhang Ling, you don't understand. The local hospital simply doesn't have the ability to cure my father's illness. No matter how much you say, it's just comfort. I know what you're worried about, but I really can't watch my father being delayed like this."

Zhang Ling's heart was in pain. He knew he had to make a decision at this moment. He took a deep breath and tried to make his tone firm: "Xiuqin, I can't let my personal affairs affect the operation of the entire army. This is not just my business, but it concerns the lives of all the brothers. I will do my best for Dad's matter, but I can't use the resources of the army hospital."

Xiuqin burst into tears, her voice filled with despair and pain: "Zhang Ling, I never thought you would be so cold-blooded! For the sake of the army, have you even disregarded the lives of your family members?"

Zhang Ling looked at Xiuqin's painful expression, and felt an indescribable sense of guilt and helplessness in his heart. He knew that he had hurt her, but he also knew that he had no choice.

"Xiuqin, I'm sorry..." Zhang Ling whispered, "But this is my responsibility as the commander. I have to consider everyone, not just ourselves."

Xiuqin's eyes were filled with disappointment and pain. She shook her head, turned and walked towards the door, her voice choked with sobs: "Zhang Ling, if anything happens to my father, I will never forgive you!"

Zhang Ling stood there, watching Xiuqin's back as she left, his heart as if torn apart by pain. He knew he had made a difficult decision, and this decision might bring irreparable harm.

The door closed gently, and Zhang Ling stood alone in the dim command center, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He felt guilty, painful, but more of a heavy sense of responsibility.

"I'm the commander, not an ordinary person..." Zhang Ling whispered to himself, as if he was looking for an excuse, "I must be responsible for everyone and cannot be shaken by personal feelings."

But despite this, he still couldn't get rid of the heaviness and contradiction in his heart. Zhang Ling walked to the table, picked up the worn-out pencil, and tried to continue thinking about the battle plan, but the image of Xiuqin crying kept appearing in his mind.

"Did I do something wrong?" Zhang Ling had a deep doubt in his heart for the first time. He knew that his decision was out of responsibility, but he also understood that this decision might cause him to lose some of his most precious things.

Time passed by bit by bit, and the night became darker. Zhang Ling sat in the chair, his mind still echoing Xiuqin's questioning and her painful expression. His hand unconsciously clenched the pencil, his heart filled with endless self-blame and pain.

"Commander, are you okay?" Zhao Gang's voice came from outside the door, interrupting Zhang Ling's thoughts.

Zhang Ling raised his head and forced himself to regain his composure: "Come in, Zhao Gang."

Zhao Gang pushed the door open and saw Zhang Ling's tired and worried expression. His heart tightened and he asked, "Commander, what happened?"

Zhang Ling was silent for a while, and finally sighed: "Things at home are a bit tricky."

Zhao Gang noticed that Zhang Ling was in a bad mood. After hesitating for a moment, he asked with concern, "Commander, is there anything I can help you with?"

Zhang Ling shook his head and smiled bitterly: "This is my family's business, I'm afraid you can't help."