Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Chapter 311 Will Come Eventually

The night wind blew gently, and Zhang Ling and Wu Ren looked up at the starry sky in the distance, their hearts full of longing and expectation for the future. No matter how difficult the road ahead was, they believed that as long as they persisted, the dawn of victory would eventually come.

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.

Night fell again, and the camp was quiet, with only a few bonfires still burning weakly. Zhang Ling stood at the window of the headquarters, his hands behind his back, his brows furrowed, and his eyes stared into the darkness in the distance. His mood was extremely complicated at the moment. On the one hand, he was under the pressure of the war on the front line, and on the other hand, his mother suddenly fell ill.

Zhang Ling's mother has always been a concern in his heart. She lives alone in his hometown, and every time he leaves home, he is always worried about her health. Recently, he received news from his hometown that his mother's health is getting worse and worse, and she has fainted in bed several times. Zhang Ling was extremely anxious and wanted to rush back to visit her immediately, but as a commander, he knew that the war on the front line would not allow him to leave without permission. After careful consideration, Zhang Ling decided to take his mother to the army to take care of her, so that he could both command the battle on the front line and take care of his mother.

However, what Zhang Ling did not expect was that when he took his mother to the camp, he was greeted with scolding from his daughter-in-law Xiuqin.

"Zhang Ling, what on earth are you thinking about!" Xiuqin stood at the door of the tent, hands on her hips, her face full of anger, "You brought your mother to the front line, can she adapt to the environment here? Do you really ignore her health and make her suffer with you?"

Facing Xiuqin's scolding, Zhang Ling felt helpless and guilty. He knew that what Xiuqin said was not without reason, but in his heart, taking his mother to his side was the only way to make him feel at ease. He tried his best to make his tone calmer and tried to comfort Xiuqin, "Xiuqin, I know you are worried about my mother's health, but you have seen the situation on the front line now, and I can't leave at all. If you take my mother to my side, I can at least take care of her and not let her be alone in her hometown."

Xiuqin refused to give in, her voice becoming increasingly sharp. "Zhang Ling, this is the front line, not a place to enjoy a peaceful family life! Your mother's health is not good to begin with, and you are letting her stay here. Isn't it obvious that she will suffer? Have you considered her feelings?"

Zhang Ling felt hurt by Xiuqin's words. He knew that Xiuqin was doing this for her mother's good, but her accusation made him feel like an unfilial son. Zhang Ling tried to calm himself down and whispered, "Xiuqin, I don't want my mother to suffer, but you know I really can't leave. The war situation on our front line is changing every day, and I can't abandon the soldiers."

The anger in Xiuqin's eyes did not diminish at all. She pushed Zhang Ling away and walked into the tent. Looking at Zhang Ling's mother lying on the simple bed, she said distressedly, "Mom, you have suffered. How could you bear to come to the front line from so far away?"

Zhang Ling's mother was lying weakly on the bed. When she saw Xiuqin coming in, she smiled faintly and said weakly, "Xiuqin, don't blame Zhang Ling. He has no choice. I know he is busy. Although the environment here is difficult, I feel relieved to be with him."

When Xiuqin heard this, her eyes suddenly turned red. She squatted down, held her mother-in-law's hand, and said with a sob, "Mom, your words make me feel even more upset. This is not the place for you to come. You should rest at home."

Zhang Ling's mother patted Xiuqin's hand gently, with a hint of helplessness and comfort in her tone, "Xiuqin, I know you feel sorry for me, but I am also worried about Zhang Ling being out there alone. Although it's hard now, I feel at ease. Don't blame him anymore, he's already in a difficult situation."

Xiuqin felt even more upset when she heard her mother-in-law's words. She looked up at Zhang Ling standing beside her with tears and complaints in her eyes, "Zhang Ling, how long do you want mother to stay here? You know the situation on the front line. There are battles every day and dangers at any time. Your mother is in such poor health, can you really bear to let her stay here?"

Zhang Ling felt Xiuqin's reproach and had mixed feelings in his heart. He was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, walked to Xiuqin's side, and whispered, "Xiuqin, I don't want my mother to suffer this, but I can only do this now. When the war stabilizes, I will definitely send her back to recuperate."

Xiuqin shook her head, her eyes full of confusion and heartache, "Zhang Ling, I know you have your responsibilities, but you also have to consider mother. Her health is not good to begin with, and now she is on the front line. If something happens to her, how can we explain to her?"

Zhang Ling felt a sharp pain in his heart. He knew that every word Xiuqin said was the truth, but he was powerless to refute it. He lowered his head, his voice full of guilt and pain, "Xiuqin, I know it's hard for you to accept my doing this, and I also know that my mother will have a hard time here. But I really have no other choice. I can't leave the front line. The soldiers need me. Don't worry, I will do my best to take good care of my mother and won't let her get hurt."

Xiuqin looked at Zhang Ling's face full of fatigue and guilt, and the anger in her heart finally subsided, replaced by a feeling of helplessness and heartache. She sighed, stood up, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, "Zhang Ling, I know it's not easy for you, but there are some things you can't do. Mom is our elder, you can't ignore her health for your work."

Zhang Ling nodded, his eyes full of apology, "Xiuqin, I admit that I have a selfish side, but I really can't help it. I will try my best to make mother live more comfortably here. I will have people pay more attention to her physical condition and will never let her suffer any more."

Xiuqin was silent for a while, and finally sighed, "Zhang Ling, I don't blame you anymore, but you must remember that mother's health is the most important. If she can't stay here, you must send her home as soon as possible and don't let her suffer this anymore."

Zhang Ling nodded and said solemnly, "I promise you, Xiuqin. If mom can't stay here, I will send her back immediately."

Xiuqin nodded, then walked to her mother-in-law's bedside and comforted her softly, "Mom, please stay here first. If you feel uncomfortable, please tell me and I will definitely find a way to make you live more comfortably."

Zhang Ling's mother smiled slightly, with kindness in her eyes, "Xiuqin, you are a kind-hearted child. I know you are doing this for my own good. You two should stop arguing over me. My old bones can still hold on."

Zhang Ling and Xiuqin looked at each other, with a hint of apology and guilt in their eyes. They both knew that the quarrel was because they were both worried about the elderly, but no matter what, they couldn't let their mother worry anymore.

It was late at night. Zhang Ling asked Xiuqin to go to bed first, and he sat alone by the bed, holding his mother's hand, and asked softly, "Mom, how do you feel? Are you used to the environment here?"

Zhang Ling's mother looked at her son's tired and worried face and said softly, "Zhang Ling, I know you've worked hard. Although the conditions here are a little worse, I feel at ease being with you. Don't worry about me, I'm fine."

Zhang Ling felt a pang of pain in his heart. He knew his mother was trying to comfort him, but he still couldn't let it go. He gently held his mother's hand and whispered, "Mom, don't worry, I will take good care of you and will never let you suffer. When the war is a little more stable, I will send you back so that you can have a good rest."

The mother smiled and nodded, her tone full of love, "Zhang Ling, you have your responsibilities, I don't blame you. But you have to take care of yourself and don't get too tired. It's okay for me to be here, you have to think more about yourself."

Zhang Ling couldn't help but tear up when listening to his mother's words. He felt his mother's love for him, but he also knew the responsibility on his shoulders. He nodded gently, with deep gratitude and guilt in his voice, "Mom, don't worry, I will take good care of myself and you. We will get through this together."

As the night deepened, Zhang Ling sat by the bed, but his heart was still restless. He knew that as a son, he owed his mother too much, but as a commander, he had no choice. He could only pray.

Zhang Ling came across a watermelon field and asked a fellow villager to buy a wheelbarrow full of watermelons for his men to eat.

On a sunny afternoon, the fighting was relatively calm, and Zhang Ling had a rare opportunity to take a few soldiers out to inspect the surrounding situation. Along the way, he felt more relaxed than usual, after all, the continuous fighting made him and the soldiers exhausted, and the occasional leisure time seemed particularly precious.

"Captain, this time we can finally get out of the camp and take a breath of fresh air." Li Yunlong walked beside Zhang Ling with a smile, with a rare sense of ease in his eyes.

"Yes, the soldiers also need to relax and not be so tense all the time." Zhang Ling nodded, but his eyes remained vigilant. After all, the shadow of war was always hanging over their heads, and they could not be careless at all.

As they passed a farmland, Zhang Ling's eyes were suddenly attracted by a green watermelon field. In that watermelon field, the ground was covered with green vines, and the round watermelons shone with an attractive luster in the sun, making people want to cool down.

"Captain, look over there!" Li Yunlong also saw the watermelon field, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. "These watermelons look so juicy. We haven't eaten such fresh fruits for a long time."

Zhang Ling also nodded in agreement, "Yes, it's been very hot these days, and the soldiers are fighting hard on the front line. It would be great if they could eat these watermelons to quench their thirst."

At this moment, a fellow villager who looked like a farmer came over from the field, obviously aware of their presence.