Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Zhang Ling's face became even heavier. He knew that he had broken his promises too many times in the past. Over the years, he had always failed to fulfill his promises, which made him feel deeply guilty. But even so, he still couldn't abandon the battle in front of him. He had a responsibility to his country and his comrades in his heart, which made him unable to give up no matter what.

"Xiuqin, I...I'm really sorry for you." Zhang Ling's voice was low, full of helplessness and pain. "But now, I can only ask you to give me a little more time. We are not far from victory. As long as we hold on to the end, I will definitely come back to be with you and the children."

Xiuqin smiled bitterly, shook her head, tears streaming down her face: "Zhang Ling, do you know? I have heard these words you said countless times. You said this every time before you left, but every time you came back you left again. How can I trust you again?"

Zhang Ling closed his eyes in pain. He knew that no matter how many explanations and promises he made, they would all seem pale and powerless. He felt Xiuqin's pain, but the responsibility of the war made him breathless. He spoke again, with a strong pleading in his voice: "Xiuqin, I swear, this is really the last time. No matter what, after this battle, I will come back and never leave you again."

Xiuqin's eyes were still cold, and she seemed to no longer believe Zhang Ling's promise: "Zhang Ling, you always say this, and every time you give me hope, but what's the result? The result is always the same. Do you think I don't want to believe you? But I really... I really can't bear this kind of waiting and disappointment anymore."

Zhang Ling stood there, feeling as if a heavy burden was weighing on him. He knew that every word Xiuqin said was from the heart, and he knew that she had endured too much pain and fear for him. But he really couldn't give up his responsibility on the battlefield. Those brothers who sacrificed their lives for the country, those people who were looking forward to victory, their expectations and hopes made him unable to choose to escape.

"Xiuqin, I'm really sorry." Zhang Ling's voice was almost choked with sobs, "But I must fight this war to the end. Not only for the country and my brothers, but also for you and our children. Only by winning the war can we have a stable future."

Xiuqin wiped the tears from her face, her voice full of exhaustion: "Zhang Ling, I don't ask for a stable future, I just want you to be alive and come back healthy. But what about you? How do you want me to face every separation, every uncertainty of life and death? Do you know how scared I was every time I sent you away?"

Zhang Ling lowered his head, his heart filled with guilt and pain. He understood Xiuqin's feelings and her fear, but he still couldn't make any changes. He could only hold Xiuqin's hand, his voice full of sincerity: "Xiuqin, I swear, this is the last time. Wait for me, I will definitely come back."

Xiuqin was silent for a long time, and finally sighed, with a hint of despair in her voice: "Zhang Ling, you always say this, but how many times can I believe you? I am just an ordinary woman, I really can't bear this kind of life..."

Zhang Ling looked at Xiuqin with mixed feelings. He knew he couldn't convince her anymore, and he also knew that no matter how much he explained, Xiuqin would not believe him easily. But he still said firmly: "Xiuqin, I know you are sad and in pain. But please give me another chance and believe me again. After this battle, I will definitely come back to you."

Xiuqin looked at Zhang Ling, her eyes

Zhang Ling smoked all night and asked the monk to help him find some sodium nitrate.

The night was as dark as ink, and the dim light in the house reflected Zhang Ling's exhausted face. He sat silently at the table, holding a cigarette in his hand. His eyes looked particularly solemn in the smoke. He didn't know how many cigarettes he had smoked, and the ashtray was full of cigarette butts, but his thoughts were still difficult to calm down.

There was a gentle knock on the door, but Zhang Ling did not respond and continued smoking. After a while, the door was gently pushed open, and the monk's rugged figure appeared at the door.

"Captain, you're still awake?" The monk walked in and saw the smoke in front of Zhang Ling. He frowned slightly and said, "You smoke too much."

Zhang Ling raised his head and forced a smile, "Monk, come in and sit down. I have something to discuss with you today."

The monk saw Zhang Ling's bad face and felt a little worried. He knew that Zhang Ling would not usually call people so late, especially in such a tense atmosphere. He walked to the table silently, pulled a chair and sat down, staring into Zhang Ling's eyes: "Captain, please tell me what you want to say. I will help you if I can, and I will not hesitate."

Zhang Ling put out the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray, and said in a heavy tone: "Monk, I want you to get me some sodium nitrate."

The monk was stunned and frowned even more deeply: "Sodium nitrate? Captain, what do you want this for? That thing is the raw material for making explosives. Although we use it frequently, it is difficult to handle."

Zhang Ling nodded, his tone still low: "I know it's not easy, but our current situation is not optimistic. The enemy's recent counterattacks have been fierce, and I'm worried that they will use more brutal means in the next attack. We have to prepare in advance. Sodium nitrate can be used to make explosives, and I need it."

A trace of worry flashed in the monk's eyes, but more of it was determination. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Captain, how much do you want? I need to see if we can get it."

Zhang Ling pondered for a moment and said, "The more the better. It would be best if we could get a few hundred kilograms. Although this task is arduous, you are the most reliable one, and I believe you can do it."

The monk's eyes widened with an expression of disbelief: "How many hundreds of kilograms? Captain, you are asking for a lot! Are you planning to do something big?"

Zhang Ling did not respond to his joke, but stared at the monk, his tone heavy: "This is not a joke, monk. The Japanese haven't taken the hill yet, and I feel uneasy. If their reinforcements arrive, we might be in even greater trouble. I have to prepare for the worst in advance."

The monk was silent for a few seconds, then nodded heavily: "Captain, don't worry, I will definitely get the sodium nitrate. However, this thing is not easy to get, I may have to ask Lao Cheng for help. He used to work in the mine and knows a lot of ways."

Zhang Ling's eyes flashed with approval: "Okay, it's a good idea to ask Lao Cheng for help. But you have to be careful and don't let the devil find out. This is an extraordinary period, and we can't make any mistakes."

The monk stood up and his expression became serious: "Captain, don't worry, we will do it cleanly and efficiently."

Zhang Ling nodded, his voice a little tired. "Thank you, monk. I know this is risky, but we have no other choice."

The monk looked at Zhang Ling's tired face, and his heart ached. After following Zhang Ling for so many years, he knew that Zhang Ling was a responsible person, but it was precisely because of this responsibility that Zhang Ling bore too much pressure and responsibility.

"Captain, don't be too tired. If you keep going like this, your body won't be able to take it." There was concern in the monk's voice.

Zhang Ling forced a smile and said, "I'm fine. What's the big deal about being a little tired? Go get ready first and act as soon as possible."

The monk nodded and turned to leave the room. He knew that this mission was of great importance, not only related to victory or defeat on the battlefield, but also to the survival of the entire team. After leaving the room, he immediately went to find Lao Cheng.

Old Cheng is known as "Blind Cheng", but that is just a nickname. In fact, his eyesight is very good. It was just because he worked in a dim environment for a long time when he was digging coal in the mine, and his eyesight had problems for a while. Although he has recovered now, the nickname has never changed.

"Old Cheng, come out and talk." The monk stood at the door of Old Cheng's residence and called in a low voice.

The door creaked open, and Old Cheng poked his head out. Seeing that it was the monk, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes: "Monk, what's going on in the middle of the night?"

The monk pulled Lao Cheng to a secluded corner and whispered, "Lao Cheng, we need to get some sodium nitrate. You have to help us."

When Lao Cheng heard this, his eyes widened immediately: "Sodium nitrate? Are you crazy, monk! How can this thing be so easy to make?"

The monk lowered his voice and said, "Old Cheng, we must complete the mission assigned by the commander. The situation is urgent now, and the enemy may counterattack at any time. We must prepare in advance."

Old Cheng frowned, pondered for a while, and finally nodded: "Okay, since it's the captain's order, then I'll help you find a way. But you have to let me think about where to start."

The monk patted Lao Cheng on the shoulder, with a hint of gratitude in his voice: "Lao Cheng, I know you have a way. If this thing is done, our entire army will have to thank you."

Old Cheng sighed, "Alright, alright, stop flattering me. I'll go to the old place tomorrow to ask someone and see if I can get it. Don't hold your hopes too high, just take what you can get."

The monk nodded and said, "Okay, let's not rush. Let's take our time. But it would be best if we can get it done within three days. The sooner the better."

Lao Cheng nodded, "Got it, you go back first and wait for my news."

The monk returned to his residence, but he couldn't calm down. He knew that this mission was not just a simple material procurement, but was related to the key of the entire battle. He could understand Zhang Ling's concerns, but he also knew that this action was extremely risky. Sodium nitrate was not common on the market, and the enemy's control over such materials was also very strict. Once the news leaked, the consequences would be disastrous.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. No matter how difficult the task was, he had to complete it, because he knew that Zhang Ling had entrusted the life and death of the entire unit to him and Lao Cheng.