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

However, he also knew that he was just an ordinary villager, without great power or endless resources. All he could do was perhaps try his best and try not to disappoint everyone.

"Brother Cang, I... I can't hold on any longer..." Li Hu gasped, his voice trembling. His hands were numb and he could barely hold the gun.

Qin Cang turned and saw Li Hu's face covered in blood, his eyes filled with pain and anxiety. He was shocked, feeling an unprecedented sense of responsibility weighing on him. Not for himself, but for the villagers who depended on him, for everyone who had ever contributed to this land. Qin Cang took a deep breath, almost gritting his teeth to resist the fatigue in his body. He suddenly grasped Li Hu's shoulders and whispered, "You are not alone. We are all in this together. Hold on, we just need one more step."

Li Hu raised his head slightly, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes. He didn't speak, but nodded silently, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and continued to hold his position. Although exhausted, he knew that he couldn't give up and couldn't let anyone down.

As the battle dragged on, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense. Qin Cang's heartbeat quickened, and he could sense the growing pressure, a sign of the enemy's approach. Although the villagers fought tooth and nail, the enemy's numbers far exceeded their imagination. Every second, Qin Cang internally weighed the probabilities: How should he command his troops to preserve this land and protect everyone?

Suddenly, a fierce explosion shattered the silence. The enemy seemed to have begun using heavy weapons. The ground shook violently, and the houses in the distance swayed with it. Qin Cang's heart suddenly tightened. Looking back, he saw a fire had begun to break out in the distance to the east. The flames shot up into the sky, a glaring red. That was the direction of the enemy's breakthrough.

"The east side has been lost!" Li Hu shouted, his eyes full of panic.

"Quick, go support!" Qin Cang turned abruptly, leading Li Hu and several villagers to rush east. The battlefield was changing rapidly, and every second could bring a new crisis. Qin Cang was filled with conflict and anxiety. He knew that the victory or defeat of this battle would determine the future of this land and the life and death of everyone involved.

The battle intensified, and the villagers' strength was running low. Qin Cang's body felt like it was being torn apart, and every step was filled with difficulty. He knew that only this glimmer of hope would allow them to escape the enemy's encirclement. And that glimmer of hope meant re-stabilizing the defenses on the east side and buying more time.

"We can't give up!" Qin Cang shouted hoarsely, using all his strength and almost gritting his teeth to rush towards the enemy. The surrounding villagers seemed to sense his determination. At this moment, they seemed to have found new strength. They gritted their teeth and followed Qin Cang to rush towards the enemy.

A life-or-death struggle raged across this land. Every strike, every gunshot, determined the line between life and death. Qin Cang's longsword swung faster and faster, leaving no time for reflection. Every movement was an instinctive reaction, his body already dictated by training and combat experience.

Li Hu, by this point, was completely exhausted, barely able to lift his spear. His vision was blurry, the clamor of battle filled his ears, and his heartbeat was thunderous. Every time he tried to swing his weapon, a powerful feeling of weakness washed over him, as if it threatened to consume him whole.

At that moment, a figure suddenly appeared before him, blocking the enemy's attack. Qin Cang's eyes suddenly lit up, and then his heart was shaken. It was Zhao Yun. The long sword in her hand still gleamed coldly. Although covered in scars, her eyes remained as resolute as iron.

"Zhao Yun, are you crazy?" Qin Cang rushed over, trying to pull her away, but Zhao Yun tightly gripped the long knife and shook her head stubbornly: "I can't let you bear it all alone! We are a team, life and death are together!"

Zhao Yun's words stirred Qin Cang's heart. He looked at her blood-stained face and couldn't help but feel a strong emotion in his heart. This emotion was complex and deep, with both admiration for Zhao Yun's firm will and deep concern for her safety.

"You...don't be impulsive anymore, retreat with me!" Qin Cang shouted in a low voice.

Zhao Yun shook her head, a look of determination flashing in her eyes. "No! I can't let you face the enemy alone again. I know my strength is limited, but I will do my best to protect you all!"

Qin Cang's heart was filled with mixed emotions. He knew that Zhao Yun was fighting not just for them, but more for her own inner determination. This stubborn strength made it impossible for him to refuse, and it also made him more determined not to retreat.

"Okay! Let's fight to the end together!" There was a firm light in his eyes. He held Zhao Yun's hand tightly and rushed forward with her.

The battle continued, but Qin Cang no longer had any choice. He only knew that this battle must be won.

"Do you think... we can win?" Li Hu asked with difficulty, his eyes full of doubt. Although his body was covered in wounds, his mind did not relax at all, but became heavier.

Qin Cang didn't answer immediately, but instead gripped his long sword tightly, his gaze fixed on the dark mass of enemy troops in the distance. A bloody smell filled the air, and every clash of blades and spears sounded like death mocking their struggles. Most of his comrades were panting, their eyes filled with exhaustion and despair.

"We can win." Qin Cang finally spoke, his voice low and powerful, as if he had gained some kind of belief from this endless battle, even if this belief was fragile, it still supported him unswervingly.

Li Hu looked at him, feeling a complex mix of emotions he couldn't describe. He always felt that there was something unfathomable in Qin Cang's eyes, a determination he had never seen before, even in the face of life and death, he remained unwavering.

However, Li Hu lacked Qin Cang's remarkable calmness and decisiveness. He was filled with doubts and uncertainty. He didn't know how much longer he could hold out, nor did he know how this battle would ultimately end. With every charge, he felt his body being stretched to its limits, as if it would collapse at any moment.

"You...are you never afraid?" Li Hu tried to find some answers from Qin Cang's expression. Perhaps Qin Cang's eyes hid the fear and anxiety he had never expressed, or perhaps he also felt tired and confused for a moment.