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

"Let's go!" Liu San whispered the order, and then he led the team to move silently towards the enemy camp.

This assault was accompanied by no fireworks, no clamor of gunfire, only silent footsteps and lurking infantry. Each step stomped on the soft, damp earth, making a barely audible sound. Like a venomous snake in the darkness, the troops stalked the edge of the enemy camp, searching for a flaw.

A few minutes later, Liu San paused. His eyes scanned the darkness, keenly sensing movement within the enemy camp. He whispered, "Split into two groups. The left wing will disrupt the enemy's defenses, while the right wing will control the enemy command post." Without further ado, the team quickly split into two groups, quietly advancing towards the enemy camp from different directions.

Qin Cang followed Liu San, quickly climbing a low mound and using the terrain to observe the enemy's movements. The enemy camp seemed somewhat neglected, and the cordon was not as strict as usual. However, patrols would pass through the camp every once in a while. Qin Cang held his breath, observing intently, waiting for the perfect opportunity.

The team's movements were swift and precise, making almost no sound. Liu San commanded the men on the left wing, taking advantage of the enemy's unpreparedness and silently approaching their rear. Using the cover of darkness, they gradually approached their target, ready to launch a fierce attack at the drop of a hat. Each step was cautious, and every face was filled with determination and focus.

Suddenly, the sound of light footsteps broke the silence of the night. Qin Cang immediately became alert, quickly crouched down, and whispered to Liu San, "There's movement up ahead, it could be an enemy patrol." Liu San looked up, frowning slightly, but said nothing. He simply waved his hand, indicating that they should continue forward.

Soon after, an enemy patrol came into view. Qin Cang's eyes narrowed slightly, and his heartbeat seemed to slow as the enemy approached. The enemy patrol's pace was slow, and it seemed a little lazy. Clearly, the enemy was unaware of the impending crisis.

Liu San waved his hand gently, and the team on the left wing quickly pounced on the enemy, like a beast on its prey. In an instant, the four enemies were quickly subdued, without any resistance. Qin Cang's heart beat faster, and without hesitation, he attacked with lightning speed.

The dagger in his hand flashed like the Grim Reaper's scythe, darting past the enemy's neck in an instant. Blood gushed out, and the enemy fell to the ground without a sound. The rest of the team quickly followed suit, launching a fierce attack around the enemy camp.

The enemy camp was instantly thrown into chaos. Fires erupted, and gunfire filled the night sky. Liu San shouted his orders, and his team quickly penetrated the enemy's positions, swiftly tearing through their defenses. Although the enemy reacted quickly, they were at a loss in the face of the sudden attack.

Qin Cang took advantage of the chaotic situation and quickly sneaked into the enemy's command post. He knew clearly that the key to this surprise attack was not only to defeat the enemy's morale, but also to destroy the enemy's command ability. Once the enemy's command system was destroyed, they would lose their organization and fall into a more chaotic situation.

When he entered the enemy command post, the scene before him chilled him to the bone. The enemy commander inside was already in a state of panic, frantically mobilizing troops. Qin Cang didn't hesitate a moment, rushing forward. The sharp dagger pierced the air with a cold flash, piercing the enemy's chest. The enemy commander let out a muffled scream and fell to the ground.

He quickly groped around and found the enemy's battle map and communication equipment. After handing everything over to his subordinates, Qin Cang quickly left the command post, his figure disappearing like a ghost in the darkness.

Elsewhere in the camp, Liu San and his team continued their battle. As the enemy's command system collapsed, their defenses gradually crumbled, and they began to fall into chaos as they were surrounded on all sides.

Soon, the fighting gradually subsided. Liu San and Qin Cang stood in the center of the camp, grimly scanning their surroundings. Enemy soldiers fell one by one, their breaths fading. Liu San's face was devoid of a smile, his eyes etched with cold determination. For him, war had never shown any mercy.

"Retreat." Liu San ordered in a low voice, his tone as cold as ice.

The retreat was silent and swift. Liu San led the remaining troops through the chaos left by the enemy and quickly disappeared into the night. The entire camp gradually returned to a dead silence, with only a few faint groans rising from the ground, like the silent pleas of broken souls.

Qin Cang's heartbeat gradually slowed, but the tension in his body still lingered. Reflecting on the battle, images flashed through his mind: the moment the enemy fell, blood gushing out like a fountain; the shock and pain in the enemy commander's eyes, as if everything was under his control. However, although he remained calm, Qin Cang knew he was not invulnerable. Every decision and every choice in battle meant a matter of life or death.

"I'm fine." Qin Cang whispered to Liu San. His tone was calm, as if he was already accustomed to the sudden massacre.

Liu San turned around and gave Qin Cang a cold look. There was a sharp look in his eyes, as if he was examining whether the other party was really as calm and fearless as he appeared. Qin Cang did not avoid it, but simply met his gaze. After a few seconds of staring at each other, Liu San nodded slightly without saying a word. Qin Cang could sense the complex emotions hidden in Liu San's eyes. As a commander, Liu San would not easily reveal any vulnerable emotions, but Qin Cang could read from his eyes at that moment that he had begun to evaluate his team members - evaluating whether each person was trustworthy and whether they could become the backbone of the entire team in the future battles.

"Keep moving forward." Liu San did not stop, turned around and led the team into the shadow of the woods.

Qin Cang followed, and the team moved through the thick darkness. Occasionally, a gust of wind swept by, bringing the night chill. Qin Cang's thoughts were not completely immersed in this darkness. A sentence from not long ago flashed through his mind - "Should we consider some additional protection?"

He had just said this when exchanging words with his teammate Xiao Li. Although Xiao Li's tone was relaxed, Qin Cang could sense a hint of worry in it. This worry did not come from the battle in front of him, but from some uncertain danger in the future.

Xiao Li was the youngest member of the team, having just joined. Although he was quite skilled, he still seemed immature compared to the experienced veterans. In the battle tonight, he had acted very bravely, showing almost no fear. However, Qin Cang knew that young people's understanding of death was always superficial.