Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

The fellow villager smiled even more brightly: "Okay, then I'll wait for that day!"

Zhang Ling pushed the wheelbarrow and took Li Yunlong and several other soldiers back to the camp. Along the way, the watermelons on the wheelbarrow swayed gently with the bumps of the wheels, as if preparing for the upcoming gathering. Zhang Ling's mood also became much more relaxed with the swaying of these watermelons. He knew that his brothers would be very happy to see these watermelons.

After returning to the camp, Zhang Ling immediately had people distribute the watermelons to everyone. When the soldiers saw the watermelons on the wheelbarrow, their eyes lit up and they gathered around.

"Commander, you really brought us a big surprise this time!" a soldier said excitedly, staring at the watermelons.

"This is the most thirst-quenching thing in summer, Commander, you are so thoughtful!" another soldier said with a smile.

Zhang Ling looked at the soldiers' cheerful faces and felt satisfied. He smiled and said, "Everyone has worked hard. Eat well today and quench your thirst."

Li Yunlong was also helping to distribute watermelons. He smiled and said to Zhang Ling, "Commander, you are so considerate. We brothers haven't eaten such fresh watermelons for a long time."

Zhang Ling smiled and patted Li Yunlong on the shoulder: "These are all gifts from our fellow villagers. After eating, remember that the common people will always be our strongest support."

The soldiers nodded one after another, eating watermelons and discussing enthusiastically. The sweet juice of the watermelons made them temporarily forget the tension and fatigue of the battle, and their faces were filled with long-lost smiles.

Zhang Ling stood aside, watching this scene quietly, feeling extremely relieved. Although the battle on the front line was still cruel, these small moments of happiness were enough to comfort him. The soldiers' laughter echoed in the camp, like a warm melody, bringing a moment of tranquility to everyone in this war-torn summer.

"Commander, please have a piece too." Li Yunlong handed over a piece of cut watermelon and said with a smile.

Zhang Ling took the watermelon and took a bite. The sweet juice spread in his mouth, as if all his fatigue and troubles were swept away. He looked at the watermelon in his hand and prayed silently in his heart, hoping that the brothers on the front line would return safely, and that the war would end soon so that everyone could return home and enjoy the fruits of peace.

As night fell, the soldiers' laughter gradually subsided, and the camp returned to peace. Zhang Ling sat in front of the tent, looking at the starry sky in the distance, his heart full of expectations for the future and deep thoughts about the current situation. No matter how cruel the war is, no matter how difficult the road ahead is, he will lead

Li Yunlong accidentally broke a watermelon and was punished by Zhang Ling to do 100 push-ups.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled in the camp, and the laughter of the soldiers and the fragrance of watermelon filled the air, bringing a rare sense of relaxation to the tense battlefield. Zhang Ling stood aside, smiling as he watched his brothers happily eating watermelon, feeling extremely relieved. He knew that such moments were very precious on the battlefield, allowing everyone to temporarily forget the tension and fatigue of the battle.

"Commander, have a piece too. This watermelon is so sweet!" Li Yunlong came over, holding a big watermelon in his hand, smiling like a child.

Zhang Ling took the watermelon and took a bite. The sweet juice spread in his mouth, bringing a long-lost coolness. He nodded, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes: "It's really good. These watermelons quenched everyone's thirst and made the brothers feel much better."

Li Yunlong smiled even more brightly: "Commander, you have good taste. If you hadn't picked these watermelons, we wouldn't be able to enjoy this much!"

Zhang Ling shook his head, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "This is not my credit, it's because the watermelons from my fellow villagers are good. Besides, everyone has fought hard, this little benefit is what we deserve."

Li Yunlong smiled, obviously in a good mood. He picked up another big watermelon and was about to turn around to distribute it to other brothers, but he didn't expect his footing to be unstable, and the watermelon in his hand slipped and fell heavily to the ground, instantly cracking, and the bright red flesh splashed everywhere.

"Oh my God!" Li Yunlong yelled and immediately squatted down to pick it up, but it was too late. The watermelon was completely broken and the juice was all over the floor.

When the soldiers around heard the sound, they stopped what they were doing and looked towards Li Yunlong. Some of them couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Yunlong, you've wasted a big piece of good watermelon!" A soldier teased with a smile, a playful expression on his face.

Li Yunlong was embarrassed, scratched his hair, stood up, looked up at Zhang Ling, with a bit of guilt in his eyes: "Commander, I didn't mean it... I'll pay for this watermelon. It's my fault."

Zhang Ling glanced at Li Yunlong coldly, with a hint of displeasure in his tone: "Yunlong, this is not a matter of throwing it around casually. You know how tight our supplies are. This watermelon is for everyone to quench their thirst. If you throw it around like this, you're not only wasting the watermelon, but also the kindness of your fellow villagers."

Li Yunlong knew that he was in the wrong, so he lowered his head and silently endured Zhang Ling's blame. He knew that Zhang Ling's words were reasonable. As a soldier, discipline and responsibility were the most basic requirements. His mistake not only wasted precious resources, but also might cause other brothers to lose this rare enjoyment.

"Commander, I know I was wrong." Li Yunlong said in a deep voice, his tone full of sincerity, "I am willing to accept the punishment."

Zhang Ling's gaze stayed on Li Yunlong for a moment, and then he said calmly: "Since you know you are wrong, I will punish you by doing 100 push-ups as a lesson to you."

Li Yunlong was stunned for a moment, obviously he didn't expect Zhang Ling to punish him by doing push-ups. He gritted his teeth, didn't say anything more, immediately got down on the ground, and started doing push-ups one by one.

"Brothers, don't just stand there and watch. Count for me, don't let me be lazy!" Li Yunlong did it while panting heavily, and did not forget to tease himself.

The soldiers gathered around, some laughing, some shaking their heads, and some helping Li Yunlong count. Although everyone knew that this was a minor punishment, seeing Li Yunlong's serious look, no one laughed at him anymore, and instead treated him with some respect.

"Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred!" After completing the last push-up, Li Yunlong jumped up, his face covered with sweat, but he still kept smiling. He patted the dust off his body and looked at Zhang Ling with a firm look in his eyes: "Commander, the mission is accomplished!"

Zhang Ling nodded with a hint of approval in his eyes: "Yunlong, discipline and responsibility are what every soldier must abide by. On the battlefield, any small mistake can lead to big problems. I hope this will remind you to be cautious and not take it lightly."

Li Yunlong nodded seriously: "Commander, don't worry, it was my negligence this time. I will be more careful in the future."

Zhang Ling's expression eased a little, and he patted Li Yunlong on the shoulder, and his tone became gentle: "Okay, everyone is tired, don't let this matter affect your mood. We still have a lot of watermelons, continue to distribute them to the brothers."

Li Yunlong looked at Zhang Ling gratefully, and a warm feeling surged in his heart. He knew that Zhang Ling's punishment was not only to teach him a lesson, but also to remind himself and others that every decision and every action on the battlefield was related to the overall situation and could not be sloppy.

"Thank you, Commander." Li Yunlong said in a low voice, and the smile on his face regained his confidence.

The soldiers continued to work and distributed the remaining watermelons one by one. Although they had just experienced a small storm, everyone was still in a relaxed and happy mood. After all, such punishment could be considered a kind of relaxation on the battlefield.

When all the watermelons were distributed, Zhang Ling stood in the middle of the camp, watching his brothers enjoying the rare coolness, and felt a little satisfied. He knew that although the battle was still going on, these small moments of happiness were enough to keep everyone motivated in the difficult environment.

As night fell, Zhang Ling sat in front of the tent, looking at the starry sky in the distance, his heart full of hope for the future. He knew that the war would not end soon, but as long as everyone united, victory would eventually belong to them.

Li Yunlong came over and sat down next to Zhang Ling. After a moment of silence, he whispered, "Commander, I'm really sorry about what happened today. It was my carelessness that wasted everyone's things."

Zhang Ling turned his head and looked at Li Yunlong, smiling slightly: "Yunlong, there is nothing to apologize for, you have already accepted the punishment. Mistakes are inevitable on the battlefield, but the key is that we must learn from them and not make the same mistake again."

Li Yunlong nodded, his eyes full of determination: "Commander, you are right. I will pay more attention in the future and will never let you down again."

Zhang Ling patted Li Yunlong on the shoulder, with a hint of encouragement in his tone: "I believe in you, Yunlong. Let's work together to win this battle and let all the brothers return home safely."

Li Yunlong smiled, feeling immense trust and responsibility in his heart. He knew that Zhang Ling was not only their commander, but also their spiritual pillar. As long as Zhang Ling was there, they would have the confidence and strength to face any difficulties.

"Commander, don't worry, we will definitely win this battle!" Li Yunlong said firmly, with a warrior's light flashing in his eyes.

In the deep night, Zhang Ling and Li Yunlong sat together, looking at the battlefield in the distance, their hearts full of expectations for the future. They knew that the road ahead was still difficult, but as long as they were united, victory would eventually belong to them.

Zhang Ling returned to the troops and decided to formulate a battle plan to charge westward.

It was a dark night and the lights in the camp were dim and weak, illuminating the tired yet determined faces of Zhang Ling and his soldiers.