Bright Sword: Conquer the monk at the beginning and take down Zhou Weiguo

In the days that followed, battles surged like a tide. With each attack, Qin Cang could feel the growing faith of his comrades, as if every bullet was a cry of freedom from their hearts. Their tacit understanding grew deeper and deeper, as if nothing could stop them.

"Clear goal, quick action!" Li Yunlong was always so decisive, his voice revealing the majesty and courage of a leader. Under his command, Qin Cang and other soldiers repeatedly defeated the enemy, and their repeated victories doubled their confidence.

However, as the battle deepened, Qin Cang's doubts grew. In the dead of night, he couldn't help but think back to his past life. That peaceful world seemed to be drifting away. His comrades were also suffering casualties, and each passing figure left a deep mark on his heart.

"Can we really win?" One night, Qin Cang couldn't help but ask Zhou Weiguo, his heart filled with uneasiness.

"As long as you have faith in your heart, you will definitely win!" Zhou Weiguo's answer was like a shot in the arm, giving Qin Cang a glimmer of hope. However, he knew that faith required endless sacrifice and perseverance.

"I hope this will all end." Qin Cang said softly, as if he was talking to himself. He didn't know if such hope was too naive, but every time he saw the determined eyes of his comrades, he felt a warm current surge in his heart.

The battle raged on. Li Yunlong led his troops in repeated charges, the enemy fire roaring like a beast, yet their advance never faltered. During one operation, Qin Cang became separated from Kong Erlangzi and found himself surrounded by the enemy. The mingling of gunfire and shouting all around him nearly suffocated him.

"Don't be afraid, follow me!" Kong Erlangzi shouted from the front, his voice full of fearlessness. Qin Cang's heart was shocked, and he followed closely behind him, as if at this moment, their fates were closely linked.

"Charge!" Following Li Yunlong's command, Qin Cang felt a strong urge, as if his entire body had been immersed in the torrent of battle. Every shot was an accusation against the enemy, and every charge forward was a challenge to fate.

"Quick, cover!" Monk Wei's voice rang in his ears. Qin Cang knew in his heart that only by supporting each other could they survive in this cruel battle.

The aftermath of the battle brought tremendous psychological pressure, and the sacrifice of his comrades filled Qin Cang's heart with pain. He knew that everyone in front of him was worth cherishing, and they were making endless efforts for their common ideals.

"I can't retreat anymore." Qin Cang muttered to himself, gripping his rifle tightly with both hands. The enemy before him was approaching them. His heart was filled with determination. At this moment, he understood that fighting was not only for survival, but also for the unyielding belief in his heart.

"Fight for tomorrow!" Li Yunlong's roar resounded like thunder, dispelling all fear. The soldiers responded in unison, their hearts ablaze with fighting spirit. They knew in their hearts that this battle would determine their fate and their future.

With a loud bang, the battle entered a white-hot stage. Every charge was a contest of life and death. Qin Cang and his comrades' hearts were intertwined. They covered each other, trusted each other, and every look was an encouragement.

"Brother Li, there are enemies ahead!" Qin Cang shouted, feeling the battle's rapid pace like his heartbeat. His mind was focused on the battlefield, his only conviction being to fight alongside his comrades and never give up.

Li Yunlong's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he made a decision quickly: "Divide into two groups and surround them quickly!" His voice was full of courage and determination, as if nothing could stop them.

At the forefront of the battle, Qin Cang's heart was constantly struggling, but he knew that only by fighting could he find a way out. He tried to stay calm, silently saying in his heart: "Don't be afraid, stay focused!" He knew that only in this way could he survive.

At this moment, the tide of battle began to turn. Enemy reinforcements continued to arrive, and the sound of gunfire became more and more intense. Qin Cang couldn't help but feel anxious. He looked around and found that his comrades' expressions were equally solemn.

"We must find a way to break through!" Zhou Weiguo's voice rang in Qin Cang's ears, and his heart was lifted. Everyone was working hard, and only that strong belief remained in their hearts.

"Go! We can't stop!" Li Yunlong's command was like a clarion call, awakening the fighting spirit of every soldier. Qin Cang felt a surge of heat, and a strong impulse surged in his heart. Accompanied by the shouts of his comrades, they launched a new charge towards the enemy.

At this crucial moment, Qin Cang felt an unprecedented strength, as if he and his comrades were deeply connected. They supported each other, and on the brink of life and death, they created a miracle. Every step was carried by unyielding faith, and every shot was a rebellion against fate.

The battle continues, and Qin Cang's heart is always burning with hope. He knows that only by persevering can he win the final victory. Even if the road ahead is full of thorns, he will fearlessly move forward until the last moment.

The prolonged fighting left Qin Cang exhausted, yet his heart remained resolute. He knew this was no ordinary war, but a struggle he must persevere to the end. Behind every charge and retreat lay a test of life and death. The sacrifice of each comrade was like a needle, piercing his heart. As night fell, the battlefield fell silent, broken only by the occasional sound of gunfire from afar.

"Qin Cang, come and have some water." Kong Erlangzi handed over a kettle, his eyes full of concern. Qin Cang took the kettle and felt the warmth of the other's palm, and a warm feeling suddenly surged in his heart.

"Thank you," he whispered, taking a sip of water, feeling his dry throat moisten slightly. However, the coolness of the water couldn't dispel the heaviness in his heart. The moment he closed his eyes, the images of his fallen comrades resurfaced in his mind, as if each vivid face reminded him that he must press on with even greater resolve.

"We have to go back alive," Ge Erdan whispered, a flicker of uneasiness in his eyes. He had never wanted to live as much as he did at that moment, and he longed to see a complete tomorrow.

"Yes, we must survive." Qin Cang nodded, his eyes determined. He knew that the battle was far from over and they still had many challenges to face, but he was fearless. He had a belief in his heart, that is, no matter what, he must protect his comrades around him.