Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Wu Ren's expression became more anxious. He couldn't help but grab Zhang Ling's arm, his eyes full of pleading, "Zhang Ling, please! We are all working for the same goal. You and I are working for the victory of our country. As long as you are willing to help, our laboratory may survive this crisis and continue to provide support to the front line."

Zhang Ling's heart was still struggling fiercely. He looked at Wu Ren's expectant eyes and felt the urgency and helplessness in them. He knew that his words might determine the life or death of the laboratory, and might also affect the situation on the front line. He closed his eyes tightly and took a deep breath, as if making a final decision.

"Wu Ren," Zhang Ling said slowly, with a hint of determination in his tone, "I will do my best to help you, but I can't easily allocate weapons. I will contact the headquarters immediately and ask them to expedite your request. At the same time, I will send a team to your laboratory to help you strengthen your defense. But in terms of weapons, I can only wait for the allocation from the headquarters."

When Wu Ren heard this answer, the hope on his face was completely shattered. He let go of Zhang Ling's hand, and a trace of disappointment and helplessness flashed in his eyes, but he also understood Zhang Ling's position and pressure. He was silent for a moment, and finally nodded, "Zhang Ling, I know you tried your best. I don't blame you, but I just hope you can understand that this experiment is really important. If there is a chance, please continue to fight for more support for us."

Zhang Ling nodded, his eyes full of apology and helplessness, "Wu Ren, I promise you, as long as there is any opportunity, I will fight for more resources for you. But please understand that I must be responsible for the soldiers on the front line."

Wu Ren smiled bitterly, "I understand, Zhang Ling. We each have our own responsibilities. You have done what you should do, and I must go back to do what I should do. I hope our efforts will not be in vain."

Zhang Ling patted Wu Ren's shoulder, his tone heavy, "Wu Ren, take care. We are all fighting for the same goal. As long as we persevere, victory will come."

Wu Ren nodded, his eyes showing a hint of determination, "Yes, victory will come eventually."

The two were silent for a moment, as if silently bidding a final farewell to their respective choices. Finally, Wu Ren bowed slightly, thanked Zhang Ling, and then turned and left the command center.

Zhang Ling looked at Wu Ren's departing back, his heart full of mixed emotions. He knew that the decision he had just made might affect Wu Ren's laboratory and even the direction of the entire battle. But he had no choice, he had to make a difficult choice between responsibility and friendship.

Just as Wu Ren walked out of the command center, Li Yunlong suddenly appeared. He looked in the direction Wu Ren left, then walked up to Zhang Ling and said with some doubt in his tone, "Captain, what happened just now?"

Zhang Ling beat Wu Ren, and Wu Ren took out some fine wine and apologized to Zhang Ling.

As night fell, only a few oil lamps were left in the camp, flickering in the darkness. Zhang Ling stood outside the headquarters, feeling heavy-hearted, thinking about Wu Ren's request during the day. Although he had rejected him, the heavy feeling in his heart could not be shaken off.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps in the distance. Zhang Ling looked up and saw Wu Ren walking towards him. Wu Ren's face was a little solemn, but his steps were still firm. He walked in front of Zhang Ling, stopped, and looked directly into Zhang Ling's eyes.

"Zhang Ling, I have something to tell you." Wu Ren spoke with an unquestionable firmness in his tone.

Zhang Ling looked at him, with a complex emotion in his eyes. He knew that Wu Ren would not give up easily. "Speak, Wu Ren. I know you have a lot of dissatisfaction, but you also know that I have tried my best."

Wu Ren was silent for a moment, then said in a firm tone: "Zhang Ling, I cannot accept your decision during the day. You don't understand our situation, and you don't understand the importance of our laboratory. If you really care about the fate of this country, you shouldn't reject me."

Zhang Ling's eyes instantly lit up with anger, and the emotions he had suppressed for a whole day finally burst out at this moment. He stepped forward and said bluntly: "Wu Ren, do you think I don't understand? Do you know what the soldiers on the front line endure every day? Do you know how important each weapon is to them? It's not that I don't want to help you, but I can't ignore their lives just because of your words!"

Wu Ren refused to give in, and his tone became even tougher. "Zhang Ling, I'm not asking you to ignore the soldiers on the front line, but I want you to see that we are also contributing to the country. If there is a problem in our laboratory, do you know what it means to the entire war situation? You can't ignore the long-term victory because of the current battle!"

Zhang Ling could no longer suppress his anger. He grabbed Wu Ren by the collar, his eyes full of anger and pain. "You think I don't want to win? You think I don't know how important long-term victory is? But you forget that we are now at a critical moment of life and death! I can't take risks with the lives of the soldiers!"

Wu Ren felt Zhang Ling's anger, but he still did not back down. He took a deep breath, and said with endless determination, "Zhang Ling, I won't give up, and I won't let you give up. If you don't agree to me today, I won't leave!"

Zhang Ling looked at Wu Ren's stubborn eyes, and the anger in his heart grew stronger. He pushed Wu Ren away fiercely, his fists clenched tightly, "Wu Ren, don't force me! I have already told you clearly that I can't give you weapons. If you don't leave, don't blame me for being rude!"

Wu Ren was pushed back a few steps by Zhang Ling, but he still had no intention of retreating. Instead, he stepped forward with a more determined expression on his face, "Zhang Ling, you know I won't give up easily. If you don't agree to me, I will stay here forever."

Zhang Ling's anger finally reached its peak, and he threw a punch, hitting Wu Ren's face hard. Wu Ren staggered and almost fell to the ground, but he quickly stabilized his body, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, and raised his head to continue looking directly at Zhang Ling.

"Come on, Zhang Ling! If this can calm you down, then keep fighting! But I won't back down, nor will I change my request." There was a fearless determination in Wu Ren's voice and his eyes were full of determination.

Zhang Ling was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Wu Ren to be so stubborn. Although the anger in his heart was still burning, another complex emotion also rose. His clenched fists slowly loosened, and his eyes gradually regained rationality.

"Wu Ren, you're such a bastard!" Zhang Ling gritted his teeth and growled angrily, but he did not swing his punch again.

Wu Ren looked at Zhang Ling and slowly stood up. His tone was still firm, but there was also a hint of apology. "Zhang Ling, I know you hate me now, but I have to do this. For the laboratory, for our research, and for the future of this country, I can't give up."

Zhang Ling took a deep breath, and the anger in his eyes was gradually replaced by complex emotions. He knew that Wu Ren's persistence had its reasons, and he also knew that although he was angry, he actually understood Wu Ren's position in his heart. He was silent for a moment, and finally spoke slowly, "Wu Ren, I understand your persistence and your difficulties. But you have to understand that I can't ignore the responsibilities on my shoulders just because of your request."

Wu Ren nodded, with a hint of bitterness in his expression, "I understand, Zhang Ling. I just hope you can see that we are also fighting for the country."

Zhang Ling sighed, with a hint of helplessness and fatigue in his tone, "Wu Ren, I know you are doing important things, but on the battlefield, every second determines the life and death of the soldiers. I can't give in easily."

Wu Ren was silent for a moment, then he took out a bottle of wine from the bag behind him and handed it to Zhang Ling, his tone full of deep apology, "Zhang Ling, this is the best liquor I brought from home. We agreed to have a drink together when we graduated, and today is to make up for it. I don't ask you to change your decision, I just hope you can forgive my stubbornness just now."

Zhang Ling looked at the bottle of wine, and a touch of emotion flashed in his eyes. He knew that Wu Ren had his reasons for being stubborn, and this bottle of wine represented his apology and respect for him. He took the bottle of wine, looked at Wu Ren deeply, and finally softened his tone, "Wu Ren, I don't blame you. In fact, I understand you very well. I also know that you are not fighting for yourself, but for those research results and for future victories."

Wu Ren smiled slightly, his eyes full of gratitude, "Zhang Ling, thank you for understanding me. I know your position is difficult, and I also know that my insistence just now may be very difficult for you."

Zhang Ling shook his head, picked up the bottle, unscrewed the cap, and sniffed the aroma of the wine. He said with a hint of emotion, "Wu Ren, you know what? I envy you very much. You can contribute to the country with your wisdom, but I can only fight on the battlefield."

Wu Ren smiled and said, "Zhang Ling, everyone has his own way. You fight on the battlefield to fight for the security of the country, and we do research in the laboratory to fight for the future. We are just standing on different battlefields."

Zhang Ling nodded, raised the bottle, took a deep sip, and then handed the bottle to Wu Ren, "You are right, we are all working towards the same goal, just in different ways."

Wu Ren took the bottle and took a sip, a long-lost relaxed smile appeared on his face. "Zhang Ling, although we are facing many difficulties now, as long as we can persevere together, I believe victory will belong to us."

Zhang Ling smiled, patted Wu Ren on the shoulder, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. "Yes, whether it is the battlefield or the laboratory, we will not give up. As long as we work together, victory will belong to us."

The two stood in silence in the night, passing the bottle of wine between their hands. It was a symbol of their many years of friendship and their commitment to work together.