Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

After the inspection, Division Commander Zhang left the camp with satisfaction, and Zhang Ling and his men returned to their respective posts. Although the leader's inspection was over, Zhang Ling knew that the real test was still ahead. He had to lead this team to exert the greatest combat effectiveness in the next battle to ensure that they could achieve the final victory in this war.

After returning to the headquarters, Zhang Ling sat at the table and carefully thought about the encouragement and suggestions from Division Commander Zhang. He knew that the pressure on the front line did not only come from the enemy's attack, but also from how to maintain the morale and combat effectiveness of the troops with limited resources.

Li Yunlong walked in and saw Zhang Ling's serious expression. He couldn't help but ask, "Captain, are you thinking?

Zhang Ling wrote a letter and sent it to a higher level, with a carrier pigeon flying.

The camp was dyed a warm orange by the setting sun in the evening. Zhang Ling sat alone at the wooden table in the headquarters, holding a pen in his hand and staring at the white paper in front of him. His brows were furrowed and his expression was solemn. These days, he has been thinking about how to better support the battle on the front line and how to get more resources and support for his soldiers. Although he felt a little comforted by the inspection of the division commander Zhang, he knew that it would still be difficult to completely defeat the enemy with the existing strength alone.

"Perhaps it's time to let the higher-ups know the real situation on the front line." Zhang Ling thought to himself. He had always tried to rely on the existing resources and strength to complete the mission, but as the enemy's attack became more and more fierce, he realized that the front line had reached a critical turning point. He had to let his superiors know how urgent their situation and needs were.

Zhang Ling took a deep breath, picked up a pen, and began to write down his thoughts on paper.

“Dear Chief:

When you receive this letter, the front-line troops I am in are experiencing an unprecedented severe test. Although we have won some battles and seized some enemy weapons and equipment, the enemy is still constantly strengthening its offensive, which has caused us tremendous pressure.

Our soldiers are highly motivated, disciplined, and have demonstrated fearless courage and firm conviction. But I have to be honest and say that the existing supplies and equipment are no longer enough to support us in continuing to fight effectively. We urgently need more ammunition, supplies, and medical resources to ensure that our soldiers can continue to fight and win the upcoming decisive battle.

As the commander of the front line, I have full confidence in the combat effectiveness of our troops, but I also know that courage and determination alone are not enough. Victory in the war depends on strong logistical support and continuous supply of resources. I implore you to allocate more resources to support our front-line troops in your busy schedule to ensure that we can continue to persevere until we achieve final victory.

I know this letter may bring additional burden to you, but please believe that this is my plea after weighing many times. Our soldiers are not afraid of difficulties, but they need your support and the support of your superiors to continue fighting.

Sincerely,

salute

"Zhang Ling"

After writing the last word, Zhang Ling put down his pen and breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that he had tried his best to reflect the situation on the front line truthfully. Every word in the letter was heavy, and behind it was the sweat, blood and lives of countless soldiers.

Zhang Ling picked up the letter, folded it carefully, put it in a small envelope, and walked to the window. He opened the window, and the wind from outside blew in, bringing a little coolness. He reached out and picked up a small wooden box from the table, opened the lid, and a carrier pigeon quietly perched inside. The pigeon had smooth feathers and a smart light in its eyes, as if it had become accustomed to such tasks.

"Old buddy, you have to fly faster this time. Our brothers on the front line are counting on you." Zhang Ling said softly, with a hint of expectation and helplessness in his tone. He carefully tied the envelope to the pigeon's feet, gently stroked the pigeon's feathers, then walked out of the command center and came to the open space in the camp.

In the sunset, the soldiers in the camp were packing up their training and combat equipment for the day. Smoke from cooking rose in the distance, and the entire camp seemed peaceful and full of vitality. Zhang Ling stood in the open space, gently lifted the pigeon into the air, and took a deep look at it.

"Go, take our hope and fly to a higher sky." Zhang Ling said softly, then let go of his hand. The carrier pigeon immediately spread its wings and flew up, circling into the sky.

He watched the pigeon fly away until it turned into a small black dot and disappeared into the sky. Zhang Ling's heart was filled with mixed emotions, both expectation and worry. He knew that whether the letter could be delivered smoothly and whether it could attract the attention of the superiors would directly affect the survival of their frontline troops.

Just as Zhang Ling was staring at the sky in the distance, Li Yunlong quietly walked behind him and asked in a low voice: "Captain, are you mailing a letter?"

Zhang Ling nodded, his tone heavy, "Yes, Yunlong. I wrote a letter to my superiors, reporting our situation in detail, hoping that they can allocate more resources to support us as soon as possible."

After hearing this, Li Yunlong's expression became serious. "Captain, this is indeed a good idea. The current situation is becoming more and more serious, and the resources we have are indeed somewhat stretched. If we can get more support, our chances of winning will be much greater."

Zhang Ling turned around and looked at Li Yunlong, his eyes showing a hint of determination, "Yes, Yunlong. We can't just rely on the resources at hand to fight hard, we must let our superiors know our situation. Only in this way can we continue to persevere."

Li Yunlong nodded in agreement, but then showed some worry, "Captain, what if the higher-ups...are slow to react? Or the resources can't be allocated, what should we do?"

Zhang Ling was silent for a moment, frowning slightly, and he had obviously considered this issue. He knew that every second on the battlefield was crucial, and waiting for support from superiors was a risk in itself. He took a deep breath, and said in a low but firm voice, "Yunlong, we can't just rely on support. No matter how our superiors respond, we must prepare for the worst. What we can do now is to use the existing resources to strengthen our defense and offense as much as possible."

Li Yunlong looked at Zhang Ling's determined eyes and could not help but feel admiration and determination in his heart. He knew how much pressure Zhang Ling was under, but as a commander, Zhang Ling always showed calmness and determination, which enabled him and other soldiers to maintain confidence in the face of difficulties.

"Captain, you are right. No matter what the situation is with our superiors, we must rely on our own strength to continue fighting." Li Yunlong clenched his fists, his tone firm.

Zhang Ling smiled and patted Li Yunlong on the shoulder. "Yunlong, it is because of good brothers like you that I have the confidence to keep going. Let's fight together, hold our ground, and wait for the day of victory."

Li Yunlong nodded, with a hint of excitement in his eyes, "Captain, don't worry, we brothers are ready. No matter how difficult it is, we will stick to it!"

Zhang Ling looked at the soldiers in front of him and felt warm in his heart. He knew that each of these soldiers was his support and the strongest fortress on the battlefield. No matter how difficult the road ahead was, he would not fight alone.

As night fell, the noise in the camp gradually subsided. Zhang Ling returned to the headquarters and sat at the table, still thinking about the next action. Although the pigeon had already flown far away, he knew that the outcome of the war would ultimately depend on their own efforts.

"Everything will become clearer before dawn." Zhang Ling thought silently. He picked up the map on the table and carefully studied the possible battle plan again to ensure that every detail was correct.

At the same time, carrier pigeons fly in the night sky, crossing mountains and rivers, heading towards their destination. Zhang Ling knows that in this battle, every decision and every action will affect their fate. And he, as the commander of this force, must lead them to meet the upcoming challenges.

Zhang Ling's troops and other troops conducted joint exercises, and Li Yunlong got into big trouble.

The sun was high in the sky, and Zhang Ling's camp was busy. Today was an important day. Zhang Ling's troops were going to conduct a joint exercise with another brother unit. This exercise was not only a test of their combat effectiveness, but also a test of the tacit understanding and cooperation between the two units. Zhang Ling stood outside the command center, watching the busy figures of the soldiers on the playground from a distance, with both expectations and some hidden worries in his heart.

"Captain, we must perform well in this joint exercise. We can't let our brother troops look down on us." Li Yunlong said to Zhang Ling half-jokingly with a relaxed tone as he sorted out his equipment.

Zhang Ling smiled slightly, but there was a bit of caution in his eyes, "Yunlong, this exercise is not only to show our strength, but more importantly, our cooperation. The opponent is a familiar comrade, but we must not take it lightly. Remember, no mistakes are allowed in this exercise."

Li Yunlong nodded in agreement, then showed a sly smile, "Captain, don't worry, I promise nothing will go wrong. Our soldiers are well-trained, I don't think they will be much better than us."

Zhang Ling frowned and said in a serious tone, "Yunlong, this exercise is not only a test of our troops' combat effectiveness, but also a test of our discipline and coordination ability. Don't forget, we are here to fight, not to play."

Li Yunlong noticed that Zhang Ling's tone was a little off, so he quickly put away his smile and said seriously, "Captain, I understand. I will take this exercise seriously and will not let you down."

Zhang Ling nodded, then patted Li Yunlong on the shoulder, with a trace of trust in his eyes, "Okay, Yunlong, I believe you. Go and get ready, we will set off soon."

Li Yunlong left quickly with the mission and began to direct the soldiers to make final preparations. Zhang Ling watched him leave and felt a little relieved.