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

Xiaohu didn't say anything, only sighing softly, knowing Qin Cang didn't need much talk at this moment. The captain, at this moment, still felt the weight of every decision he made. Every leader must bear the heavy burden of responsibility, and this psychological pressure is difficult for others to understand.

"Even if we retreat, we can't do it without a plan." Qin Cang stood up suddenly, the fire of fighting rekindled in his eyes, "We must find a breakthrough point and escape completely before the enemy reacts."

"I understand." Xiaohu nodded, his eyes filled with a serious expression. "There are several places on the retreat route that are easy to defend but difficult to attack. It will be safer to take these places, but we must also try to avoid being noticed by the enemy."

"Okay," Qin Cang whispered, his heart beginning to calm down. The remorse still lingered, but his sense of responsibility prevented him from letting his emotions sway him. Only by thoroughly understanding the current situation and finding a way out could he salvage the situation and ensure the safety of his team members.

He began to lead the team to quickly re-adjust their formation. Everyone followed his command without hesitation, cooperating tacitly. The team quickly rearranged and headed towards the retreat route designated by Qin Cang. Qin Cang's steps were steady and decisive. Although he still felt guilty, his eyes became more determined.

He knew that retreating did not mean failure, but rather a way to accumulate strength for the next counterattack. During the retreat, he had to remain vigilant at all times. The battlefield was full of dangers, and every step required careful and calm handling.

Suddenly, there was a gust of wind in front of him. Qin Cang quickly stopped and whispered, "Be careful, the enemy may be waiting ahead."

The team members immediately dispersed and sought cover. Qin Cang's heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, and his mind made a judgment in an instant. Although new dangers arose during the retreat, he was ready to deal with them.

He quickly analyzed the enemy's position and determined their deployment. A simple evasion would suffice to avoid a direct confrontation. He quickly lowered his head and gave Liu San an order via the communicator: "Liu San, adjust your direction and hide to the left to avoid direct contact with the enemy."

"I understand." Liu San's brief response made Qin Cang breathe a sigh of relief, and then he led the team to change direction.

Even in this stressful moment, Qin Cang maintained a clear mind. He knew that emotions couldn't influence his judgment, and that his actions had to be swift and precise. No matter how much hesitation and self-blame he felt, it shouldn't affect his decision-making on the battlefield.

Qin Cang's steps were slow and heavy, his heart feeling like a heavy stone had been placed on it, making it difficult to breathe. The team members around him followed silently, and a sense of oppressive silence hung in the air. Although they had begun to retreat, everyone's heart still held an unresolved knot. Qin Cang's heart was already troubled by this heavy sense of responsibility. He knew that he had not done a good job in today's retreat, or even commanded it well.

Just now, he watched his team members, heads bowed, silently following his lead, their eyes veiled with unease and doubt, and the remorse and guilt within him grew stronger. As captain, his every decision depended on the lives of his team members. This time, he failed to fully grasp the situation, failed to make adequate preparations ahead of time, and failed to make the best judgment at the critical moment. His misjudgment led to this retreat and even exposed his team members to unnecessary risk.

He knew his teammates hadn't shown anything to him, but everyone must have had questions in their hearts. Perhaps they were silently asking themselves—why retreat? Why couldn't they continue fighting? They had all trusted Qin Cang, willing to follow him into any battle, but today, their captain seemed unable to give them a clear direction.

"Xiao Hu." Qin Cang suddenly called out in a low voice.

Xiaohu suddenly stopped and looked back at him, a hint of doubt in his eyes, "Captain, what's wrong?"

Qin Cang didn't respond immediately. His eyes drifted to the far end of the team, his expression serious. "Do you think... I did something wrong?"

Xiao Hu was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting Qin Cang to ask this question. He lowered his head and was silent for a moment, then walked over to Qin Cang and whispered, "Captain, the situation on the enemy side is more complicated than we expected. We retreated to ensure everyone's safety. That's right."

"Safe." Qin Cang laughed self-deprecatingly, his voice low, "But I don't think we're truly completely safe. The enemy's reaction was too swift. Today's retreat was completely passive. It was my failure to make the best decision in time that led to this chaos."

"You're not wrong," Xiaohu comforted him. "The situation on the battlefield changes so quickly that we can't predict everything. You've done a great job."

Qin Cang let out a wry smile, the bitterness in his heart nearly spilling out. Xiaohu was right; this kind of comfort didn't do much for him. He knew there were no perfect choices on the battlefield; every decision was fraught with uncertainty and risk, and the ultimate outcome was often beyond his control. Yet, he still couldn't shake the guilt, the burden he couldn't let go of.

"If I were given another chance, I would definitely do better." Qin Cang muttered to himself, with a hint of regret in his eyes.

Xiaohu said nothing more, simply staying quietly beside him. The team members began to move more quickly, clearly realizing they needed to evacuate this dangerous area as quickly as possible. Although everyone's expression was strained, they tacitly remained silent, as if awaiting the captain's final instructions.

Qin Cang took a deep breath, his gaze involuntarily directed towards the forest ahead. With every step, the weight of self-blame grew heavier. This battle had brought him unprecedented pressure, far exceeding any direct charge. He wasn't afraid of death, nor did he dread fighting. However, at this moment, he began to realize that the responsibility of command was far heavier than he had imagined.

I once told myself that I must protect every member of my team and not let them die in unnecessary risks. But today, I led them to a point of no return.

He gripped the weapon on his shoulder tightly, his palms slightly sweaty and his knuckles numb. The team members passed by him one by one, no one spoke, but their eyes were filled with a hint of expectation and doubt.

"Xiao Hu, notify Liu San to continue advancing along this road. We have to avoid the enemy's heavy guard." Qin Cang suddenly spoke with a hint of determination in his tone.