Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Zhang Ling clenched his fists and looked determined. He knew that this battle would be decisive and if they were not careful, they might fall into a passive position.

On the north side, Li Yunlong led his commandos to hide among the trees on the hillside, staring closely at the enemy slowly descending from the air. Everyone held their breath, fingers tightly on the trigger, waiting for the best time to attack.

"Get ready, open fire immediately once they get close to the ground!" Li Yunlong ordered in a low voice, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

As the enemy parachutes slowly descended, Li Yunlong keenly observed every movement, and his heartbeat quickened. He knew that this moment was crucial, and once the enemy successfully landed and assembled, their combat effectiveness would increase exponentially. In order not to give the enemy any chance, Li Yunlong decided to take the initiative to attack.

"Open fire!" Following Li Yunlong's order, the commandos pulled the triggers together. The dense gunfire instantly resounded throughout the valley, and bullets poured down on the enemies in the air like raindrops.

The enemy obviously did not expect to encounter such a fierce attack in the air. The parachutes were riddled with holes in the air, and many soldiers were shot dead before they landed. Li Yunlong's team opened fire at full force, not giving the enemy any chance to breathe, and tried their best to prevent them from landing successfully.

Zhang Ling was relieved when he heard the sound of the battle through the radio, but he did not let down his guard. He knew that the enemy would never give up easily, and this was just the beginning of the battle.

"Zhao Gang, how's the situation over there?" Zhang Ling quickly asked about the battle situation on the south side.

Zhao Gang's nervous voice came over the radio: "Commander, enemy parachutes have also been spotted on the south side, but not in large numbers. I have arranged firepower to intercept them. Everything is normal now."

Zhang Ling nodded and continued to give orders: "Very good, continue to stay alert and don't let them get close to the supply line."

The battles on the north and south sides unfolded simultaneously, and the atmosphere in the camp was extremely tense. Every order Zhang Ling gave had to be accurate and correct, as he knew that the entire battle situation would change irreversibly if there was a slight mistake.

At this moment, Li Yunlong's voice came again on the radio, with a hint of excitement: "Commander, the enemy on the north side has been basically defeated by us. Their landing plan failed, and they are now fleeing everywhere!"

Zhang Ling was excited, but he remained calm: "Very good, continue the cleanup and make sure there are no enemy remnants. Remember not to let your guard down!"

Li Yunlong responded cheerfully: "Understood, Commander, don't worry, we will definitely clean up these guys completely!"

With the victory on the north side, Zhang Ling's pressure was relieved a lot, but he still did not relax his attention on the south side. Although Zhao Gang's defense line was temporarily stable, the enemy still did not completely retreat, and the battle was still going on.

Time passed bit by bit, and the battle on the south side gradually came to an end. Zhao Gang reported via radio: "Commander, the enemy on the south side has also been suppressed by us, and they have not been able to approach our supply line."

Zhang Ling finally relaxed after hearing the news. He knew that the enemy's airborne assault plan had completely failed. Through quick response and powerful counterattack, they successfully defended the camp and ensured the safety of the troops.

"Very good, Zhao Gang, you did a great job." Zhang Ling's voice was filled with a hint of relief. "Now start cleaning up the battlefield immediately. Make sure there are no enemies.

Zhang Ling learned a pincer tactic and decided to launch an attack on the enemy.

As night fell, the lights in the camp illuminated the busy figures of the soldiers. Zhang Ling sat in the command post, with a map spread out in his hands and his eyes fixed on it. His expression was focused, as if the whole world was immersed in this map. A few days ago, he learned an offensive strategy called "pincer tactics" from a military manual. This tactic is to attack from two or more directions at the same time, surround the enemy and compress it in the center, and finally destroy it. This tactic is complex and efficient, requiring precise coordination and extremely high execution, but once successful, it can deal a fatal blow to the enemy.

Zhang Ling pondered over this tactic and gradually came up with a bold plan. He decided to personally lead the troops to launch a pincer attack on the enemy, completely disrupt the enemy's deployment, and win this crucial battle.

"Commander, are you still studying tactics?" Zhao Gang walked into the command center and saw Zhang Ling still staring at the map intently, so he couldn't help but ask softly.

Zhang Ling looked up at Zhao Gang and nodded: "Yes, I have been learning a new tactic recently, and I think it can be used in our next operation."

Zhao Gang frowned slightly, obviously a little worried about Zhang Ling's idea: "Commander, are you talking about the pincer tactic? Although this tactic is very effective, it requires a high degree of coordination between the troops, and once the enemy sees through it, it is easy to be counterattacked."

Zhang Ling nodded, knowing Zhao Gang's concerns. "Yes, this tactic is very risky, but our current situation does not allow us to adopt a conservative strategy. The enemy's strength is gradually increasing. If we don't take the initiative, we will be passive sooner or later."

Zhao Gang pondered for a moment, then nodded heavily: "Commander, I understand. If we can successfully implement the pincer tactic, it will indeed deal a heavy blow to the enemy. But this operation must be cautious, and all troops must cooperate to the extreme."

Zhang Ling smiled slightly, with a hint of determination in his eyes: "So I decided to lead the team myself to ensure that every step can be carried out as planned."

When Zhao Gang heard this, his expression suddenly became serious: "Commander, you want to lead the team yourself? This is no small matter. As the commander, you should stay in the rear and coordinate the overall situation."

Zhang Ling waved his hand, interrupting Zhao Gang's words, his tone revealing an unshakable determination: "Zhao Gang, precisely because this operation is so crucial, I must lead the team myself. I have confidence in our soldiers, and they need a firm commander to lead them on the front line."

Zhao Gang wanted to persuade him again, but seeing Zhang Ling's resolute expression, he finally swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue and just whispered: "Commander, I understand. I will fully cooperate with your actions to ensure the success of the entire tactic."

Zhang Ling nodded, with a surge of determination and faith in his heart. He knew that this operation would be a huge challenge, but also a great opportunity. If successful, they would completely turn the tide of the war and seize the initiative.

"Zhao Gang, you must immediately call a meeting of the commanders of all units. We need to discuss every detail of this operation in detail to ensure that everyone can fully understand and implement this plan." Zhang Ling's voice was low and powerful, full of the majesty of a commander.

Zhao Gang acted quickly, and soon after, the commanders of various troops gathered in the command center. Everyone looked solemn, knowing that the next meeting would determine the direction of the battle in the next few days.

Zhang Ling stood in front of the map, his eyes swept over every commander, and he said straight to the point: "Everyone, this operation is very important. We will adopt a brand new tactic - the pincer tactic, to deal with the enemy."

The commanders looked at each other, obviously curious and confused about this unfamiliar tactic. Zhang Ling saw this and continued to explain: "The pincer tactic, as the name suggests, means that we will launch attacks from two or more directions at the same time, surround and compress the enemy's position, making it impossible for them to escape, and eventually destroy them."

A commander frowned and asked, "Commander, this tactic sounds complicated. Can our troops coordinate so efficiently? Once the enemy notices this, will they counterattack?"

Zhang Ling nodded slightly, with determination in his eyes: "Your concerns are justified. This operation requires extremely high coordination and execution, and we must ensure that every link is precise. Therefore, I decided to lead the team myself and divide into three routes to encircle the enemy."

He pointed to three key points on the map and continued, "Li Yunlong will lead the commandos to attack from the west. Zhao Gang, you will lead the main force to launch a feint attack from the front. I will lead an elite team to make a detour from the east and directly attack the enemy's rear to cut off their retreat."

The commanders listened carefully to Zhang Ling's deployment and nodded their heads to show their understanding. One commander asked: "Commander, should we send a reconnaissance team to find out the enemy's specific deployment first to ensure that there are no mistakes?"

Zhang Ling nodded in agreement: "Yes, that's exactly what I thought. The reconnaissance team will act in advance to confirm the enemy's troop distribution and position defense. We must know ourselves and the enemy to ensure the success of the operation."

Zhao Gang looked at Zhang Ling, and although he felt a little uneasy, he was more impressed and trusted. He knew that Zhang Ling was always calm and never took risks easily. This time he led the team personally, which showed that he had great confidence in this tactic.

"Commander, we will do our best to ensure the smooth progress of the operation." Zhao Gang said firmly.

"Okay, everyone go back and prepare. We will take action on time tomorrow morning." Zhang Ling's eyes were firm and his tone revealed unquestionable majesty.

After the meeting, the commanders returned to their respective units and began to prepare for the battle. Zhang Ling stayed in the headquarters, continued to study the map, and repeatedly pondered every detail. He knew that this operation could not afford to make mistakes, and every step had to be accurate.

It was late at night, with only a few dim lights left in the camp. Zhang Ling sat alone at the table, thinking about the day's meeting and the next action, with a sense of responsibility and urgency in his heart. The success or failure of the battle would directly affect the fate of the entire unit, and he, as the commander, must ensure victory.

The next morning, just after daybreak, Zhang Ling got up to check the preparations of the troops. The soldiers were ready to go, each with a determined look, waiting for the commander's order.

"Li Yunlong, are you ready?" Zhang Ling walked up to Li Yunlong and asked softly.