Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Zhang Ling was still in the headquarters, sitting in front of a simple wooden table, holding a telegram that had just arrived in his hand, with a frown on his face and a serious expression. The handwriting on the telegram clearly conveyed a bad news - a fire broke out in his hometown, and the safety of his parents became uncertain.

Zhang Ling's heart suddenly sank, and his thoughts were suddenly pulled back to that distant village. That was where he grew up, carrying all his childhood memories. Although his parents were old, they had always been the pillar of his heart. However, now, this pillar was shaky because of the sudden fire.

"Commander, are you okay?" Zhao Gang pushed the door open, saw the telegram in Zhang Ling's hand, and asked with concern.

Zhang Ling came back to his senses and shook his head gently, but his expression was still solemn: "Zhao Gang, I just received news that my hometown is on fire, and my parents are probably in danger now."

After hearing this, Zhao Gang's face changed and he immediately said, "Commander, in this situation, you must go back immediately. Let Li Yunlong and I handle our affairs here. You can't delay!"

Zhang Ling looked up at Zhao Gang, his eyes full of deep entanglement and pain. He knew that Zhao Gang was right. As a son, he should return to his parents when they needed him and fulfill his filial duty. However, the current battle situation was also urgent. As a commander, he could not leave the battlefield easily.

"But the situation at the front is also very critical. If I go back now, will the battle situation be put at a disadvantage?" There was a hint of hesitation in Zhang Ling's voice.

Zhao Gang said firmly: "Commander, it is true that you are the backbone of this unit, but you also have the responsibility to take good care of your family. We all know how much effort you put into fighting in normal times, but this time is different. You can't ignore your family because of the war situation."

Zhang Ling was touched. Zhao Gang's words made him feel the understanding and support of his comrades. He took a deep breath and made a difficult decision: "Zhao Gang, you are right. I cannot ignore my parents. Let me go back to my hometown immediately. The command of the front line will be temporarily handed over to you and Li Yunlong. You must stabilize the situation. I will come back as soon as possible."

Zhao Gang nodded heavily, his eyes full of determination: "Commander, don't worry, during your absence, we will definitely go all out to ensure the safety of the front line."

Zhang Ling didn't say anything more. He quickly packed up his necessary luggage, took a few elite soldiers, got on a jeep, and drove quickly towards his hometown. Along the way, Zhang Ling felt complicated and anxious. His parents and the burning fire kept appearing in his mind. Although he was a commander on the battlefield and had never retreated in the face of countless enemies, at this moment, he was filled with powerlessness and worry.

"Father, Mother, you must hold on. I will be back soon." Zhang Ling prayed silently in his heart, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel.

The car was speeding on the bumpy mountain road, and time seemed to be stretched infinitely. Every second felt like a year for Zhang Ling, and he was tortured by an unprecedented anxiety. Although the soldiers were waiting in full battle array behind the car, Zhang Ling knew that this kind of emotional torment could not be countered by any weapon.

"Commander, we are almost at the village." The soldier sitting in the co-pilot seat suddenly said, interrupting Zhang Ling's thoughts.

Zhang Ling stepped on the accelerator hard, and the jeep roared and accelerated towards the village. From a distance, he could already see the glimmer of fire on the horizon, which reflected the red of the night sky and also reflected in his heart.

Finally, the car drove into the village. Zhang Ling got out quickly and ran straight home. His heart beat faster and faster, as if it was about to jump out of his chest. When he got closer, his heart suddenly rose to his throat - his home had been engulfed by raging flames, the flames were dancing wildly, and the wooden house was making a "crackling" sound in the flames.

"Father! Mother!" Zhang Ling shouted loudly, his eyes filled with anxiety and pain. He rushed forward, but was pulled back by the soldiers behind him.

"Commander, it's dangerous, you can't go in!" The soldiers tried their best to stop Zhang Ling. They knew that the fire was now out of control and rushing in would only result in death.

Zhang Ling's face was filled with pain, and he almost broke through their obstruction: "I can't abandon them! They are my parents!"

At this moment, several villagers ran over from not far away, their faces were covered with traces of smoke and fire. One of the elderly people hurriedly shouted: "Commander Zhang Ling, don't worry! Your parents have been rescued by us. They are now in the village ancestral hall and are safe!"

Zhang Ling suddenly stopped and turned to look at the old man, his tone filled with undisguised excitement: "Are you telling the truth? Are they okay?"

The old man nodded, with a look of comfort in his eyes: "It's true, Commander Zhang Ling, don't worry, your parents were a little frightened, but they were not injured. We rescued them in time."

Zhang Ling heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this, and tears welled up in his eyes. He took a deep breath, suppressed his excitement, and ran towards the ancestral hall.

The village's ancestral hall soon came into Zhang Ling's sight. Several villagers were guarding the door. When they saw Zhang Ling running over, they all made way for him. Zhang Ling almost rushed into the ancestral hall, searching for the two familiar figures in the dim light.

"Father, mother!" Zhang Ling finally saw the two elderly people sitting in the corner. Their faces were covered with dust and fatigue, but fortunately, they were unharmed. Zhang Ling rushed to them, knelt on the ground, and held their hands tightly. The tears in his eyes could no longer be controlled and slid down.

"Son, you're back..." Zhang Ling's mother's voice was a little hoarse, but with a hint of relief and peace of mind.

Zhang Ling nodded and said with a sob: "Mother, Father, I hope you are all right, I hope you are all right..."

Zhang Ling's father patted his hands gently. Although there were tears in his eyes, he was more calm and composed: "Son, it doesn't matter if you lose your home, as long as you are okay. You still have your responsibilities, and you can't delay important things for us."

Zhang Ling knew his father was right. As a commander, he could not let his personal affairs affect the war situation. But at this moment, facing his elderly parents, he was still filled with guilt and uneasiness.

"Father, Mother, I'm sorry that I can't always be with you..." Zhang Ling said in a low voice, with deep self-blame in his tone.

Zhang Ling's mother held his hand and said gently, "Son, there is nothing to be sorry about. We know you have a greater responsibility on the front line. As long as you are safe, we are relieved."

Zhang Ling's father also nodded, with a hint of firmness in his tone: "Your mother is right, our old bones can still hold on. You are the pride of our family, and we have never blamed you."

A warm current surged in Zhang Ling's heart, he knew his parents always understood him the best. But he still felt heartbroken, unable to shake off the sense of responsibility as a son.

"Father, Mother, I will arrange for someone to protect you and will never let you come into any harm again." Zhang Ling's tone was firm; he had already made the decision in his mind.

"Son, go and do what you should do. We will take care of ourselves." Zhang Ling's father smiled slightly, with a hint of comfort in his eyes.

Zhang Ling nodded, then stood up and said to the soldiers behind him: "Immediately arrange for someone to escort my parents to a safe place and ensure that they are no longer threatened."

The soldiers immediately took action. Although Zhang Ling was still reluctant, he knew he had to continue to perform his duties.

Zhang Ling sent people back and found that everyone in the village had moved away and he had lost contact with his parents.

Zhang Ling stood at the window of the headquarters. Outside the window was a gloomy sky with dark clouds, as if it was going to rain. His mood was as heavy as the sky. After the fire, he had placed his parents in a relatively safe place in the village and arranged for soldiers to take care of them. However, these days, he was always uneasy and always felt that something was going to happen.

"Commander, I just received news that there is something unusual going on with our supply line, and the soldiers we sent out did not return on time." Zhao Gang walked quickly into the command center with a look of worry on his face.

Zhang Ling frowned, feeling slightly uneasy: "What's going on? Tell me more about it."

Zhao Gang explained: "The few soldiers we sent to escort the supply team should have returned this morning, but it has been several hours and there is still no news from them. I am worried... maybe they have encountered an enemy ambush."

Zhang Ling pondered for a moment, and a bad feeling emerged in his heart. He realized that it was not just the supply line that might have problems, but his parents might also be in trouble. A few days ago, he had a letter with his parents, in which they mentioned that there seemed to be unknown people active in the village, and asked him to be more careful. Thinking of this, Zhang Ling's heart tightened.

"Zhao Gang, immediately send someone to check the situation in my hometown village." Zhang Ling's tone revealed a hint of urgency, "I'm worried that something may have happened in the village."

Zhao Gang saw Zhang Ling's worry and immediately accepted the order: "Understood, Commander, I will make arrangements right away. Please rest assured, I will send the most reliable soldiers to check it out."

Time seemed to be stretched infinitely, Zhang Ling paced in the headquarters, feeling increasingly uneasy. Although he tried his best to stay calm, the anxiety that he couldn't get rid of was still lingering around him. He knew that he had a great responsibility, not only to manage the troops well, but also to ensure the safety of his family. However, at this moment, he felt extremely powerless.