Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

The fellow villager was a little nervous when he saw Zhang Ling and the others in military uniforms, but he soon regained his composure and greeted them politely: "Hello, officers. What can I do for you?"

Zhang Ling walked forward and asked with a smile: "Uncle, did you grow these watermelons?"

The fellow nodded, his wrinkled face smiling in an especially simple manner, "Yes, sir, these watermelons are grown by my family. The rains were good this year, so the watermelons are especially sweet."

Zhang Ling looked at the simple smile on his fellow villagers' faces and was touched. He knew that it was not easy for these fellow villagers in the war-torn era, and it was rare for them to have such a watermelon field. Zhang Ling smiled and said, "Uncle, our soldiers on the front line are working very hard. Can you sell us some watermelons to quench our thirst?"

When the fellow heard what Zhang Ling said, he waved his hand and said, "Sir, if you like it, just take it and eat it. It doesn't matter what the money is. You are the ones who protect our country. We ordinary people are grateful for your protection."

Zhang Ling shook his head and said firmly, "Uncle, this won't do. Although we are soldiers, we can't take your things for free. We have to pay for the watermelons you worked so hard to grow."

Seeing Zhang Ling's insistence, the fellow villager couldn't refuse anymore, so he smiled and said, "Then let's set a price, sir. How much do you want?"

Zhang Ling thought for a moment, looked at the soldiers around him, and then said, "Uncle, please load a wheelbarrow for us. It will be enough for us to share with the soldiers to quench their thirst."

The fellow nodded and immediately called his family to help load the watermelons. After a while, a wheelbarrow full of watermelons was pushed in front of Zhang Ling and Li Yunlong. The watermelons were round and plump, with a little dirt on the green skin, which looked very tempting.

"Sir, the watermelons you ordered are ready." The fellow said with a smile on his face.

Zhang Ling nodded, took out some money from his pocket and handed it to his fellow villager, "Uncle, this is what you deserve. It's not much, but you must accept it."

The fellow refused several times, but finally accepted the money Zhang Ling handed over, his face full of gratitude, "Thank you, sir. Take care. Fighting on the front line is not easy."

Zhang Ling smiled and nodded, "Thank you, uncle. Please take care of yourself too."

Li Yunlong took over the wheelbarrow and pushed the watermelons with excitement in his eyes. "Captain, the soldiers are in for a treat now. These watermelons are so thirst-quenching just by looking at them."

Zhang Ling also smiled and patted Li Yunlong on the shoulder. "Yes, the soldiers have worked hard these days. We must reward them well."

After returning to the camp, Li Yunlong and several soldiers pushed the watermelon cart to the open space, which quickly attracted many soldiers to watch. Everyone looked at the cart of green watermelons with surprise in their eyes. After all, in such a difficult environment, eating fresh watermelons was a luxury.

"Yunlong, where did this watermelon come from? It looks delicious!" The monk came over with an expectant smile on his face.

Li Yunlong patted the watermelon proudly and said, "The commander just bought it from a fellow villager. He said it was to quench everyone's thirst."

"The leader is so kind!" the monk said with emotion, "It's such a blessing to be able to eat watermelon on such a hot day!"

At this time, Zhang Ling came over and saw everyone gathered around the watermelon cart. He smiled and said, "Everyone has worked hard. We have been fighting these days and everyone is tired. We bought these watermelons from the villagers. Let's eat them together to quench our thirst and replenish our energy."

When the soldiers heard Zhang Ling say this, they were all very happy and expressed their gratitude, "Thank you, Commander! That's great, it will quench your thirst!"

Li Yunlong immediately picked up a machete and cut a big watermelon neatly. Suddenly, the bright red flesh was exposed, full of juice, which made people salivate at the sight.

"Everyone, come and try this watermelon!" Li Yunlong distributed the cut watermelon to the soldiers, and then he picked up a piece and took a big bite. The juice overflowed and the sweet taste instantly filled his mouth.

"So sweet! This watermelon is really good!" The monk praised it as he ate it. "Captain, you are so thoughtful. It's been a long time since we had something so good."

Zhang Ling felt satisfied as he watched everyone enjoying their meal. He knew that as a commander, he should not only lead the soldiers to fight on the battlefield, but also care about their lives. Only in this way could he keep everyone motivated in a difficult environment.

"Everyone, eat. After you're full, take a good rest and get enough energy. We still have to continue fighting." Zhang Ling said to everyone with a smile.

The soldiers ate watermelons and responded with a smile, "Captain, don't worry, we will win this battle!"

Zhang Ling felt warm and proud when he saw these soldiers with sweat on their faces and watermelon juice in their mouths. Although they were in the midst of war, they still maintained their optimism and determination. This was the team he led, and this was the land they were going to protect with their blood and sweat.

After eating the watermelon, the soldiers were all full of energy, and the fatigue on their faces seemed to be swept away. Zhang Ling watched this scene with satisfaction, and secretly made up his mind that no matter how difficult the battle ahead was, he would do his best to lead these brave soldiers to victory.

In the evening, the camp returned to peace. Soldiers gathered in groups of three or four, some chatting, some sorting their equipment. The atmosphere was relaxed and peaceful. Zhang Ling stood on a high point in the camp, looking at the sunset in the distance, and felt a sense of peace in his heart. He knew that such a moment of peace was precious to them, and such peace was exactly what they were fighting so hard to protect.

"Captain," Li Yunlong came over and stood next to Zhang Ling, "Everyone is very happy today. Those watermelons really helped us cool down and relieve our fatigue over the past few days."

Zhang Ling nodded, a trace of satisfaction flashing in his eyes, "Yes, the soldiers have worked hard, and these little treats are what they deserve. We must do our best to keep their fighting spirit in the difficult battle. Only in this way can we win this battle."

Li Yunlong nodded in agreement, "You are right, Commander. We soldiers are the most

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

As the night deepened, the camp was quiet. The laughter brought by the watermelon cart during the day was still echoing in the air. The soldiers were resting and the camp seemed particularly peaceful. Zhang Ling stood on the sentry tower of the camp, looking at the mountains in the distance, still thinking about the next battle deployment. Suddenly, there was an unusual noise in the distance.

"Ouch!" A muffled sound accompanied by Li Yunlong's shout came from the storage area not far away.

Zhang Ling frowned slightly when he heard the sound, then quickly walked down the sentry tower and headed towards the sound. When he got closer, he saw Li Yunlong squatting on the ground, holding a broken watermelon rind in his hand, with a look of regret and self-blame on his face. In front of him, a watermelon was smashed to pieces, and the red flesh was scattered all over the ground.

"Yunlong, what's going on?" Zhang Ling's voice was a little stern, and his tone was full of questioning.

When Li Yunlong heard Zhang Ling's voice, he suddenly raised his head, his face full of embarrassment and anxiety, "Captain, I... I just wanted to move these watermelons to a cool place, but I didn't expect my hand to slip... and the watermelons fell..."

Zhang Ling walked forward and stared at the smashed watermelon seriously, feeling helpless and angry. Watermelon is a rare treat for the soldiers on the front line, and each watermelon is hard-earned, but Li Yunlong made such a big mistake at this time.

"Li Yunlong, do you know how precious these watermelons are? The soldiers are fighting on the front line every day, and I specially prepared these watermelons for them to quench their thirst and cool down. How could you be so careless that you dropped one?" There was obvious reproach in Zhang Ling's voice and his eyes were full of disappointment.

Li Yunlong lowered his head, his face full of guilt, "Captain, I know I was wrong, I really didn't expect it to be like this... I was too careless."

Zhang Ling's mood was very complicated. He knew that Li Yunlong did not mean it, but as a commander, he had to let every soldier understand the importance of responsibility, especially at such a critical moment. He said coldly: "Li Yunlong, the soldiers are watching you. As the deputy commander, you should lead by example. A watermelon may seem unimportant, but it represents our resources and the hope of the soldiers. You can't be so careless!"

Li Yunlong gritted his teeth, his eyes full of guilt and self-blame, "Captain, I know I was wrong. You can punish me in any way you want, I am willing to accept it."

Zhang Ling looked at him calmly, with a hint of stern determination in his tone, "Okay, then I will punish you by making you do 100 push-ups as punishment for your negligence this time. I hope you can remember that every resource on the battlefield is hard-earned and cannot be wasted in the slightest."

Li Yunlong took a deep breath and nodded without hesitation, "Yes, Captain! I accept the punishment!"

After that, Li Yunlong quickly took off his coat, put it aside, bent over the ground, and started doing push-ups. His movements were neat and tidy, and he did each one very seriously, and soon the sweat on his forehead began to drip down.

Zhang Ling stood aside, watching Li Yunlong silently. On the one hand, he was satisfied with his obedience, but on the other hand, he felt a little bit reluctant. Li Yunlong was his right-hand man, who had been loyal and dedicated over the years. Although the mistake today was not big, as a leader, Zhang Ling knew that he had to maintain discipline and team morale in this way.

"Yunlong, you must remember that as a commander, every decision and every action we make will directly affect the morale and combat effectiveness of the soldiers. You must always be vigilant and not relax at all." Zhang Ling's tone softened slightly, but still full of seriousness.

Li Yunlong did push-ups while panting and answered, "Yes, Commander! I will definitely... remember your words... and never make such a mistake again!"