Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Chapter 304: Not a Great Ability

Zhang Dabiao patted his chest and said, "Captain, don't worry! Although I, Zhang Dabiao, don't have any great skills, I am never vague in fighting. As long as you say the word, I will lead my brothers to fight to the death to capture the devil's doghouse!"

Zhang Ling nodded, and his trust in Zhang Dabiao increased a little bit. "Okay, I'll wait for your good news. Remember, you must coordinate with the artillery before taking action, and don't act rashly."

Zhang Dabiao's face straightened, "Yes, Captain, I will definitely remember your instructions!"

Zhang Ling looked at his determined eyes and patted his shoulder. "Go ahead and get ready. Once the bombardment starts, you must act immediately."

Zhang Dabiao saluted and quickly left the headquarters. Zhang Ling stood alone in front of the map, staring at the hilltop where the enemy was holding, thinking secretly in his heart. This hilltop is an important part of the enemy's defense line. The terrain is difficult to defend and difficult to attack. If we can break through here in a short time, it will not only disrupt the enemy's deployment, but also greatly reduce the pressure on the front line. But he also knows that this battle is very difficult and risky, and must be treated with caution.

Not long after, Li Yunlong also hurried over with his usual confidence on his face, "Captain Zhang Ling, I heard that you are planning to attack the mountain? The people on my side are ready and can start at any time."

Zhang Ling looked at him and nodded slightly. "Yes, this time you and I will both personally take part in the operation. My plan is to bombard the enemy positions with artillery first, and then you will lead the men to attack from the flank. You must quickly approach the enemy while being covered by artillery fire and catch them off guard."

Li Yunlong grinned, "Hey, I'm the best at this kind of thing. Don't worry, my people won't hold you back."

Zhang Ling was not infected by his optimism, and his tone remained serious, "Yunlong, this time is unusual, the enemy is already alert, we must fight quickly and decisively, without any mistakes. The people you lead are all elite, I hope you can seize the opportunity."

Li Yunlong's eyes flashed with seriousness, "Captain Zhang Ling, don't worry, I know the importance of this battle, and I will never be careless. I have been eyeing this Japanese hill for several days, and I have long wanted to teach them a lesson."

Zhang Ling looked at him and nodded. "Okay, then let's act according to the plan. Remember, you must maintain communication with the artillery. You can only start the attack after the artillery fire stops."

"Understood!" Li Yunlong responded readily, then immediately turned around to make preparations.

Zhang Ling watched Li Yunlong leave, but his heart was still tense. Although he had confidence in Li Yunlong and his soldiers, war was never easy. Every battle could be a matter of life and death.

In the evening, the artillery company had completed the adjustment of the cannon. Zhang Ling stood on the hillside, looking at the enemy's position from afar. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the earth, as if paving a layer of blood for the upcoming battle.

"Ready!" The artillery company commander ran over and saluted Zhang Ling to report.

Zhang Ling nodded slightly, looking ahead with a sharp gaze, "Okay, everyone, get into combat mode. Target: the enemy's hilltop position."

"Yes!" The artillery company commander responded and began to arrange the artillery mission.

Following the low commands, the cannons were pushed onto the battlefield one by one, and the muzzles were slowly raised, aiming at the enemy hilltop in the distance. At this moment, the entire battlefield was silent, and everyone held their breath, waiting for that moment to come.

"Fire!" Zhang Ling suddenly gave the order, his voice as loud as a bell.

In an instant, more than a dozen cannons roared in unison, and the shells whistled across the sky, smashing into the enemy's position with destructive force. The hilltop in the distance suddenly burst into flames, the explosions shook the earth, and thick smoke billowed, instantly submerging the entire hilltop.

Zhang Ling stared straight ahead with a stern look in his eyes. "Keep fighting, don't stop! Blow up their positions!"

The artillery company commander kept issuing orders, and shells poured out one after another, as if they were free. The enemy on the hill was obviously caught off guard, the defense line began to become chaotic, many bunkers were directly destroyed, and the Japanese soldiers fled everywhere, trying to find cover, but under the fierce artillery fire, everything seemed in vain.

"Yunlong, it's your turn!" Zhang Ling picked up the radio and said briefly to Li Yunlong.

Li Yunlong's crisp voice came from the other end of the radio, "Got it, Commander! I'll lead the troops right away!"

After a while, Zhang Ling saw Li Yunlong and his commando team quietly approaching the enemy position from the hillside on both sides. At this time, the enemy's attention was completely attracted by the artillery fire, and they did not expect anyone to attack from the flank. Li Yunlong seized this opportunity and commanded his team to approach the enemy's defense line at a very fast speed.

"Charge!" With Li Yunlong's shout, the commandos rushed into the enemy's position like a tiger descending from the mountain. Grenades exploded above the enemy's head, and bayonets flashed coldly in close combat. The Japanese were caught off guard and the defense line collapsed quickly. The commander on the position tried to reorganize a counterattack, but under the fierce attack of Li Yunlong,

Zhang Ling's wife wanted him to retire from the army so that he could take care of his wife and children, but Zhang Ling refused to agree and argued with her.

In Zhang Ling's home, a dim oil lamp emits a weak light, illuminating the simple wooden table. Zhang Ling sits at the table, with a solemn expression, playing with a pen in his hand, as if he is thinking about something. Outside the house, the night is deep, and a few dogs barking can be heard in the distance, which seems particularly quiet. However, this quietness contains a hint of invisible tension.

His wife Xiuqin stood aside, with a look of anxiety and fatigue on her face. She looked at Zhang Ling and finally couldn't help but break the silence: "Zhang Ling, you have to think about what I said."

Zhang Ling raised his head, his eyes piercing through the light and falling on Xiuqin's face, and said in a low voice: "Xiuqin, I know what you are worried about, but now is not the time."

Xiuqin sighed, with a hint of helplessness and pleading in her voice: "Zhang Ling, we have been married for so many years, and the children have grown up. They need a father. You know, Xiaobao cried and asked me last night, 'When will Dad come back?' I...I really don't know how to answer him."

Zhang Ling's heart trembled slightly, and he felt painful for the debt he had owed to his family. But he quickly suppressed this emotion and shook his head: "Xiuqin, you know the situation on the front line. The Japanese are getting more and more rampant. How can I retreat at this time? I can't sleep peacefully until this battle is over."

Xiuqin's eyes flashed with tears. She took a step closer, her voice choking: "But Zhang Ling, when will the war end? Don't you think you have paid enough? You fight for the country, but who will take care of our family? Who will accompany the children to grow up?"

Zhang Ling closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He knew how important this matter was to Xiuqin, but this did not shake his determination. He stood up, walked to Xiuqin, and gently held her shoulders: "Xiuqin, I promised myself and my brothers that after this battle, I will go home and live a good life with you and the children. But now I can't, I can't abandon them."

Xiuqin suddenly pushed Zhang Ling away, tears in her eyes could no longer be held back, her voice filled with sadness and anger: "Zhang Ling, it's not that I don't understand you, I know you are a responsible man! But don't you think you have the responsibility to take care of us? Every time you go out on a mission, the children and I wait for you to come back in fear. Do you know that feeling? Do you understand what it feels like to be so scared that you can't sleep every night when you hear gunshots outside?"

Zhang Ling felt a sharp pain in his heart. How could he not know how Xiuqin felt? But he had no choice in this war. He clenched his fists, and a trace of painful struggle flashed in his eyes: "Xiuqin, I understand you, I really understand. But... I can't leave. I have fought the devils for so many years, and victory is in sight. How can I retreat at this time? Those dead brothers, they exchanged their lives for this situation, I can't abandon them!"

Xiuqin was stunned. As tears fell, her voice began to become weaker: "But Zhang Ling... I'm afraid. I'm really afraid that one day you won't come back. Our child can't live without a father, and I... can't live without you either."

Zhang Ling's struggle in his heart intensified when he heard this. He lowered his head and spoke in a low voice that was almost inaudible: "Xiuqin, I promise you, I will come back. I will be fine, believe me."

Xiuqin shook her head, her tone filled with deep despair: "Zhang Ling, it's not that I don't believe you, but war is ruthless, and you know that yourself. You can come back today, but who can guarantee tomorrow? Do we have to wait until we lose you forever and the children lose their father before we regret it?"

Zhang Ling was silent. He knew that Xiuqin was right. No one could predict the cruelty of war, and death was everywhere on the battlefield. But this did not make him back down. He raised his head with determination in his eyes: "Xiuqin, I know what you said makes sense. But I can't do this. My comrades are still fighting on the front line. If I leave at this time, how can I face them in the future? How can I face myself?"

Xiuqin looked at Zhang Ling, the pain in her eyes getting deeper and deeper: "But Zhang Ling, have you ever thought about what would happen to me and the child if something really happened to you? What would we do?"

Zhang Ling was speechless for a moment, his heart was filled with guilt and helplessness, but he still couldn't change his decision. He held Xiuqin's hand tightly, and said in a low and firm voice: "Xiuqin, I promise you, after this battle, I will go home and spend time with you."

Xiuqin broke free from Zhang Ling's hand, tears in her eyes blurring her vision: "Zhang Ling, you always say this, every time you say you will come back after the battle, but how many times have you really come back? I can't believe such promises anymore..."