Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Chapter 237 Pee

At dusk, the camp was filled with a tense atmosphere. Zhang Ling paced back and forth in the headquarters, frowning, his thoughts like rolling clouds. Although he agreed to lend Wu Ren some weapons and equipment, he still felt uneasy. Although Wu Ren was an old classmate, every piece of equipment on the battlefield was related to the life and death of the soldiers. Zhang Ling felt something was wrong.

"Commander, are you still worried about Wu Ren?" Li Yunlong pushed the door open and saw Zhang Ling looking uneasy, and asked with concern.

Zhang Ling stopped and took a deep breath, "Yunlong, I am a little worried. Do you think there will be no problems with the equipment that Wu Ren borrowed?"

Li Yunlong was silent for a moment, then said carefully: "Commander, Wu Ren is your old classmate after all, he should not let you down. But then again, anything can happen on the battlefield, and your worry is not unreasonable."

Zhang Ling nodded, and the conflict in his heart became stronger. Just as he was still thinking, Wu Ren's voice came from outside the door: "Zhang Ling, is it convenient for us to chat?"

Zhang Ling looked up and saw Wu Ren holding a bottle of wine, with a look of uneasiness and apology. Zhang Ling frowned slightly, but still nodded and motioned Wu Ren to come in.

Wu Ren walked into the headquarters, put the wine in his hand on the table, and said sincerely: "Zhang Ling, I know you may be dissatisfied with me in your heart. I came here today to apologize to you."

Zhang Ling stared into Wu Ren's eyes calmly and asked coldly, "Wu Ren, do you know that those equipments I asked you to borrow were obtained with my best efforts. They were obtained by the soldiers on the front line at the cost of their lives. If any problems occur on the front line because of this incident, do you think I can easily forgive you?"

When Wu Ren heard this, his expression suddenly became solemn. He took a deep breath and said solemnly: "Zhang Ling, you can hit me or scold me, I will never resist. But I want you to know that I will never let you down. I will definitely return the equipment as soon as possible, and I will definitely use it where it matters most."

Zhang Ling sneered, with suppressed anger in his tone: "Wu Ren, do you know how many brothers on the battlefield are waiting for these equipment? What do they rely on to fight now? Have you ever thought about this?"

Wu Ren's face turned pale, but he still insisted: "Zhang Ling, I admit that I didn't think it through before and ignored the needs of the front line. But I can swear to you that these equipment will never be wasted. Our research will directly affect the war situation."

Zhang Ling could no longer suppress his anger. He rushed forward and punched Wu Ren on the shoulder. He said sternly, "Wu Ren, you are playing with the lives of our brothers! Do you know how many people will die on the battlefield if the front line lacks these equipments due to your negligence?"

Wu Ren staggered a bit after being hit by the punch, but he did not resist. Instead, he stood firm and silently accepted Zhang Ling's anger. He gritted his teeth, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes, but he still insisted: "Zhang Ling, I know I was wrong! You can hit me however you want, as long as you can vent your anger, I have no complaints!"

Zhang Ling's anger gradually subsided when he saw Wu Ren's appearance, but the inner entanglement still did not completely dissipate. He knew that he could not lose his mind because of his momentary anger, but Wu Ren's reckless behavior did touch his bottom line.

"Wu Ren," Zhang Ling said in a deep and powerful voice, "I can forgive you, but you must understand that this is not a joke. If you make a similar decision again, I will not show mercy if something goes wrong."

Wu Ren nodded, his eyes full of regret and determination, "Zhang Ling, I understand, I really understand. I came here today not only to apologize, but also to ensure that these devices will be used in the most critical places. We are researching a new type of firepower system. If successful, it will change the entire battle situation. I beg you to give me another chance."

Zhang Ling looked at Wu Ren, and his anger gradually subsided. He sighed, knowing that Wu Ren also had his own difficulties and responsibilities, but he also knew that there was no room for negligence on the battlefield.

"Wu Ren, it's not that I don't trust you," Zhang Ling said in a slightly softer tone, "but you have to remember that every decision on the battlefield may affect the lives of countless people. You have to be worthy of these equipment and the soldiers who fight to protect the country."

Wu Ren nodded solemnly, "Zhang Ling, I swear, I will never let you down."

Zhang Ling took a deep breath, turned around and looked at the bottle of wine on the table. He smiled and eased the tense atmosphere. "How do you plan to drink this bottle of wine you brought with you?"

Wu Ren was relieved to see Zhang Ling's attitude softened. He smiled and said, "Zhang Ling, this is a good wine I have kept for a long time. I brought it to you today to make amends. Let's not talk about these troubles today and just have a drink."

Zhang Ling nodded, picked up the bottle, poured two glasses of wine, handed one to Wu Ren, and took one for himself. He raised his glass, with a hint of relief in his tone: "Wu Ren, let the past be the past, but you have to remember that this glass of wine is for the future victory."

Wu Ren raised his glass gratefully and said solemnly: "Zhang Ling, for victory! And for our brothers!"

The two drank the wine in one gulp, and the sound of the glasses clinking echoed in the headquarters. At this moment, the tense atmosphere finally dissipated, replaced by a long-lost comradeship.

Li Yunlong watched the two old friends resolve their conflict and couldn't help but smile and said, "Commander, Comrade Wu Ren, this wine is really a relief. Let's just regard today's events as the past. Next, we must work together to ensure that there are no problems at the front and in the rear."

Zhang Ling nodded and said, "Yes, we are all working towards the same goal now. Wu Ren, if you need anything, feel free to ask, but you must remember that the needs of the front line always come first."

Wu Ren nodded solemnly, "Zhang Ling, I understand. I will do my best to ensure that you will not be disappointed."

As the night deepened, the three continued to talk in the headquarters, and the topic changed from the difficulties on the battlefield to the campus life in the past, and gradually relaxed. Zhang Ling's mood gradually calmed down with the effect of alcohol. He understood that every trust on the battlefield was hard-won, and Wu Ren's performance today made him reaffirm the value of this friendship.

Not long after, Wu Ren said goodbye and left. Zhang Ling saw him to the door, held his hand and said, "Wu Ren, the battlefield is cruel, but we are all fighting for the country. No matter what difficulties you encounter, remember that you still have brothers supporting you in the rear."

Wu Ren's eyes were moist and he nodded heavily, "Zhang Ling, thank you, I won't forget it."

Zhang Ling watched Wu Ren's figure gradually disappear into the night, and felt an inexplicable heaviness in his heart. He knew that the road ahead was still difficult, but as long as they could unite, they would be able to overcome all difficulties.

"Yunlong," Zhang Ling turned to Li Yunlong and said, "Arrange more training for all of us and take all possibilities into consideration. We must always be prepared to deal with any emergency."

Li Yunlong nodded and agreed, "Don't worry, Chief, I will arrange everything."

Zhang Ling returned to the headquarters and continued to study the battle situation in front of the map. Although the storm just now had subsided, he knew that the challenge on the battlefield had just begun. Zhang Ling's eyes were firm, and he wanted to lead his soldiers to the final victory, no matter what the cost.

Zhang Ling's mother fell ill, so Zhang Ling sent him to her side to take care of her, but was scolded by his wife.

As night fell, the wind outside the headquarters was a little chilly. Zhang Ling stood alone at the door with a solemn expression. The battle on the front line had just come to an end, and he finally had a moment of respite. However, just after returning from the front line, he received news that his mother had fallen ill. This made his anxiety even heavier.

Zhang Ling has always had a deep affection for his mother. His mother was the pillar of his growth. Now that she is ill, Zhang Ling is extremely conflicted. He knows that his command is needed on the battlefield, but as a son, he cannot sit idly by. After some consideration, he finally decided to take his mother to his side and take care of her personally.

However, this decision was not supported by his family. When Zhang Ling took his mother to the camp and settled her down, his wife Xiaofang suddenly came to the door with anger on her face. She almost rushed into the headquarters and started scolding Zhang Ling without saying a word after seeing him.

"Zhang Ling, what on earth are you thinking?!" Xiaofang's voice was filled with anger and disappointment. She stood in front of Zhang Ling with strong dissatisfaction in her eyes. "You knew it was wartime, so how could you bring mom here? There's no condition to take care of her here!"

Zhang Ling was stunned. He obviously didn't expect his wife to be so excited. He tried to explain, "Xiaofang, Mom is very ill. I really don't feel comfortable leaving her alone in her hometown. We have medical resources in the army, and I can be by her side to take care of her. How can it be inappropriate?"

Xiaofang's eyes were glistening with tears, and her voice was a little choked up. "Zhang Ling, it's not that I don't understand your filial piety towards mom, but have you ever thought about it? This is a battlefield. You fight every day and may be attacked at any time. What if something happens, what will happen to mom? You are playing with her life like this!"

Zhang Ling's heart tightened. He knew his wife's words made sense, but he couldn't accept the idea of ​​leaving his sick mother in his hometown without anyone to take care of her. His voice was low and firm, "Xiaofang, I know what you are worried about, but I can't let Mom face those hardships alone. She is my mother, and I have the responsibility to take care of her."

Xiaofang's face turned pale. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down, but there was still anger in her voice. "Zhang Ling, have you never considered my feelings? I am also your wife. The children and I need you too! You brought mom here, but what about your own safety? Are you going to ignore us just to take care of mom?"

Zhang Ling felt a sharp pain in his heart. He knew that every word his wife said was full of love and worry, but he really couldn't give in. His voice was filled with helplessness and pain, "Xiaofang, I understand your feelings and I know you are thinking about me. But please understand me, I really can't just leave my mother at home."

Xiaofang couldn't hold back her tears. She said in a trembling voice, "Zhang Ling, I know you are a filial son, but you are also a husband and a father. Our family still needs you! I don't want you to take risks at this time, and I don't want to see you affecting the battle because of your excessive concern."

Zhang Ling's heart was deeply touched by his wife's crying. He felt extremely guilty and struggling. As a soldier, he had to shoulder the responsibility of defending his country; but as a son and husband, he could not ignore his family. He stood there, unable to speak for a long time.

Seeing Zhang Ling's silence, Xiaofang's anger gradually died down, replaced by deep disappointment and exhaustion. She said softly, "Zhang Ling, I know it's hard for you to make a choice, but you should really think about whether this is the best choice for everyone."

Zhang Ling lowered his head and sighed heavily, "Xiaofang, I understand what you mean, and I know you are doing this for my own good. But now, I really have no other choice. I can't let Mom face the pain alone, and I can't leave the battlefield. This is the only solution I can think of."

Xiaofang closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. She tried to suppress the pain in her heart, and her tone was filled with deep helplessness, "Zhang Ling, you are always like this. On the one hand, you want to be a good son, but on the other hand, you are unwilling to let go of the responsibilities on your shoulders. But have you ever thought about what we should do if this continues?"

Zhang Ling felt a deep pain in his heart. He knew his wife was right, but he was powerless to change his current situation. He could only whisper in a hoarse voice, "Xiaofang, I promise you, I will do my best to protect mom and take good care of you. I won't let anyone get hurt."