Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Chapter 286 Apology?

Zhang Ling glanced at him coldly, his brows still furrowed. "Apologize? Wu Ren, do you know what you just did? How dare you come to ask for weapons when the battle situation is so tense! You are playing with the lives of our brothers on the front line!"

Wu Ren stood there, his expression becoming more and more awkward. He knew that Zhang Ling's words made sense, and he also understood that he had indeed done something he shouldn't have done. At this moment, he felt regretful and helpless, and could only bite the bullet and continue to say: "Zhang Ling, I admit that I was wrong. I really shouldn't have made such a request at this time, but I couldn't help myself."

Zhang Ling put out the cigarette in his hand, slammed the table, and said with suppressed anger: "You can't help yourself? Wu Ren, don't you know that every weapon is protected by the soldiers on the front line? You dare to threaten me for the little interests in the rear! Do you know how your brothers will look at me if they know about your behavior? How will they look at you?"

Wu Ren was speechless for a moment after being stabbed by Zhang Ling's words. He lowered his head and was silent for a moment before he slowly spoke: "Zhang Ling, I really didn't mean to threaten you. I just... I just wanted to do my best to protect my people. I know my request is unreasonable, and I understand that as a commander you must consider the overall situation. So I... so I brought something with me, and I hope you can forgive my recklessness this time."

As he spoke, Wu Ren opened the package in his hand, took out a bottle of wine from it, and placed it on Zhang Ling's table. It was a bottle of extremely exquisite old wine, and some complex patterns could be vaguely seen on the bottle, which was obviously a top-quality wine.

"I brought this from home, and I've been reluctant to drink it." Wu Ren said in a low voice, with a hint of self-mockery in his tone, "I brought it here specially today as an apology to you."

Zhang Ling looked at the wine on the table, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes. He knew what Wu Ren meant, and he also understood that he really came to apologize with sincerity this time. But he still felt bitter in his heart. Although this bottle of wine was good, it could not dilute the sense of responsibility and guilt in his heart.

"Wu Ren, I appreciate your kindness." Zhang Ling said slowly, his tone slightly slower, but still with a bit of coldness, "But you have to understand that every decision on the battlefield concerns the lives of countless people. I can't make a wrong judgment because of personal feelings. I hope you can learn from what happened today."

Wu Ren nodded with a bitter smile on his face: "Zhang Ling, you are right. I really shouldn't ignore the overall situation because of my own affairs. I know you are considering the overall situation, so I am willing to accept any punishment from you."

Zhang Ling looked at Wu Ren's slightly tired face, and a complex emotion surged in his heart. The man in front of him was a classmate he hadn't seen for many years, and a brother in the past, but now, they had an inevitable conflict because of their respective responsibilities. Zhang Ling felt both guilty towards Wu Ren and firm in his decision.

"Wu Ren, I don't want to punish you." Zhang Ling said slowly, with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "We are all fighting for this land, but we have different responsibilities on our shoulders. Today's incident is a lesson. I hope you can be more cautious in the future."

A trace of gratitude flashed in Wu Ren's eyes. He knew that Zhang Ling had forgiven him. He picked up the bottle of wine, uncorked it, and handed it to Zhang Ling: "Zhang Ling, come on, have a drink. Let's let today's matter go. We are still brothers."

Zhang Ling looked at the bottle of wine, hesitated for a moment, and finally took the bottle. Wu Ren took out two small wine glasses from his bag, filled them with wine, and handed one to Zhang Ling.

The two raised their glasses and looked at each other, with a hint of complicated emotions in the air. Although they had just been arguing and even fighting, at this moment, they both knew that their friendship was still deep.

"For our brotherhood and our common beliefs." Zhang Ling raised his glass with a hint of heaviness in his tone.

"Cheers." Wu Ren smiled slightly and drank the glass.

As the wine went down his throat, Zhang Ling felt a warm feeling spreading from his chest. He looked at Wu Ren in front of him and felt relieved. Although they were in different positions and had different responsibilities, in the end, they were all fighting for the same goal.

"Wu Ren, you must be more careful when you return." Zhang Ling put down his wine glass, his tone full of concern, "The work in the rear is equally important. It is your greatest responsibility to ensure that the supplies arrive safely at the front line."

Wu Ren nodded, his expression becoming serious: "Zhang Ling, don't worry, I will definitely do my best. I will take today's incident as a warning and will never make such a stupid decision again."

Zhang Ling smiled and patted Wu Ren on the shoulder: "We are all working towards the same goal. There is no absolute right or wrong on the battlefield. Only victory is the ultimate goal."

Wu Ren nodded, his eyes gleaming with determination: "Zhang Ling, you are right. We are all contributing to this war, whether on the front line or in the rear, we are all soldiers."

The two looked at each other silently for a while, as if at this moment, all the barriers between them were resolved. Despite the quarrels and misunderstandings, in the end, friendship and common beliefs brought them back together.

"Okay, Wu Ren, it's getting late, you should go back and rest." Zhang Ling stood up, with a hint of concern in his tone, "Tomorrow's battle may be more intense, you have to be prepared."

Wu Ren nodded, stood up, held Zhang Ling's hand, and said solemnly: "Zhang Ling, take care of yourself. The front line needs a commander like you."

Zhang Ling smiled and shook Wu Ren's hand in return: "You too, the work behind the scenes is equally important, let's work hard together."

Wu Ren smiled slightly, then turned and left the headquarters. Zhang Ling watched him leave, feeling a little relieved. Although he was tired from the quarrel tonight, he knew that Wu Ren was a comrade he could trust.

As the night deepened, Zhang Ling sat back at his desk, looking at the map on the table, his heart filled with anticipation for future battles. Every battle, every decision, was for the ultimate victory, and he had to stay awake at all times to lead his troops to victory.

"The battle is still going on, and we can't let down our guard." Zhang Ling whispered to himself, with a determined light in his eyes. He knew that the road ahead was still full of difficulties and obstacles, but he was determined not to let anyone down, whether it was the soldiers on the front line or the brothers in the rear.

Zhang Ling picked up the bottle of wine, poured half a glass, and raised it gently, as if to salute the brothers who gave everything for the war. He knew that although this road was difficult, they would eventually usher in the dawn of victory.

late at night

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.

The night was dark, with only a few dim lights in the camp barely illuminating the surroundings. Zhang Ling sat in the headquarters, holding a letter from home in his hand, his brows furrowed, his heart filled with mixed emotions. The letter was from a neighbor in his hometown, and it simply mentioned that his mother was ill and the situation was not optimistic. This letter made Zhang Ling feel even more depressed, and he knew he had to make a decision as soon as possible.

"Commander, are you okay?" The adjutant pushed the door open and came in. Seeing Zhang Ling's solemn expression, he asked with concern.

Zhang Ling raised his head, trying to pull himself out of his thoughts, and forced a smile: "It's okay, something happened at home. I have to think of a solution."

The adjutant nodded, without asking any more questions, and then left the headquarters. Zhang Ling looked at the letter on the table, his heart aching. His mother has always been the person he cares about the most. When she was young, she had many chronic diseases due to overwork. This time she fell ill, and it was obvious that her condition was very serious. As a son, he couldn't bear to see his mother lying alone on a hospital bed in the countryside while he was commanding the battle thousands of miles away. After much thought, Zhang Ling decided to take his mother to live with him to take care of her, although he understood that such a decision might bring considerable trouble to him and his family.

He immediately summoned his adjutant, briefly explained the situation, then arranged a car and sent someone to pick up his mother overnight.

A few days later, Zhang Ling's mother was successfully taken to the camp. She sat on a simple hospital bed, looking pale and weak, but she still smiled with relief when she saw Zhang Ling.

"Mom, why didn't you tell me earlier? If it weren't for the neighbor sending the letter, I wouldn't know you were so seriously ill." Zhang Ling stood beside the bed, holding his mother's hand distressedly, with deep guilt in his voice.

The mother smiled lovingly and said softly, "I'm just worried that it will interfere with your work. As a commander, how can you have time to take care of these trivial matters at home?"

Zhang Ling felt sad, knowing that his mother didn't want to cause trouble for him. But he knew that as a son, he had the responsibility to take care of his mother, no matter where he was or how important his job was.

"Mom, don't say that. You are my dearest person. How can your matter be considered a small matter?" Zhang Ling said softly, with a hint of determination in his eyes. "You will stay with me from now on. I will take good care of you."

After hearing this, the mother's eyes moistened. She gently patted Zhang Ling's hand, her tone full of comfort: "Okay, okay, as long as I can see you, I will be satisfied."

Zhang Ling's heart was filled with emotion and guilt. He knew that he had not been with his mother for many years, and she must have gone through a lot of hardships. At this moment, there was a burst of hurried footsteps outside the door, and then Xiuqin pushed the door open, her face full of anxiety and dissatisfaction.

"Zhang Ling, why didn't you tell me in advance that mom was coming?" As soon as Xiuqin entered the room, she saw her mother sitting on the bed, her face pale, and obviously not in good health. There was obvious blame in her tone.

Zhang Ling looked back at Xiuqin, knowing that he had not informed her in advance.