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

"We understand," the team member whispered.

"Okay." Qin Cang nodded, his eyes shifting to focus on Liu San. His gaze passed through the dim shadows of the trees and focused on the road ahead. Liu San's life was slipping away, and his only mission was to get him safely to the stream and buy him more time.

"Little Tiger." Qin Cang called softly, turning his head to look at the still alert little tiger behind him.

Xiaohu turned his head to look at Qin Cang and growled, indicating that he understood.

"Take them with you and protect yourself." Qin Cang warned again, his eyes revealing a firmness that could not be refuted. He looked at Xiao Hu with a command, a decision with no way back. "I will come back."

He took a deep breath, turned around and continued walking forward. Liu San on his back made almost no sound, only his weak breathing and occasional groaning reminded Qin Cang that Liu San was still alive, and time was passing by second by second.

His steps grew heavier, and Qin Cang silently told himself in his heart that no matter what happened, he must not let Liu San die here. Liu San had contributed countless strengths to this team, and now, it was time to repay him. Repay this brotherhood, and repay this responsibility.

He suppressed his anxiety and tried to make each step steady and powerful. Although his heart was still filled with countless anxieties and pains, he knew that he had to continue on this path.

As he advanced, the surrounding forest gradually grew darker and denser, and the trees grew thicker and thicker, obstructing Qin Cang's vision. And the stream ahead still seemed out of reach.

He sighed softly, and silently told himself that if he had just a little more time, Liu San would be able to survive. And he had to persevere.

The weight on his back made him feel the struggle every second. He could feel Liu San's body growing colder against his back. Every second seemed to drain Liu San's life. Qin Cang's heartbeat followed the cooling of the body, unable to ignore the approaching aura of death. The sound of blood flowing, the spreading shadows, and the gradually quieting air around him all reminded him: time is running out.

Liu San, the young man who usually sported a perverse smile, was now unusually silent. His face appeared pale in the dim light, but the tenacity and determination in his eyes remained visible. It was the kind of gaze that only soldiers possess, as if they'd long since become accustomed to the brutality of the battlefield, making even the world beyond seem blurry and unreal.

"Liu San, how do you feel?" Qin Cang's voice was low and solemn, as if he was talking to a demon in the dark.

Liu San raised his eyelids, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a bitter smile: "It's okay, it's okay, it's not as serious as you think." He responded lightly, but his eyes still unconsciously swept forward, as if waiting for something.

Qin Cang remained silent. He knew Liu San's character. Once he said, "I'm fine," he meant it. This young man had fought countless battles and suffered countless injuries, yet he miraculously survived each time. It seemed that no matter how dangerous the situation, he was able to escape with a resilience and decisiveness that was difficult for ordinary people to understand. Qin Cang had long seen through his character and knew that he was never willing to show his vulnerable side, even in the most dangerous moments.

However, the situation today is different from the past.

Liu San had seemed a bit off since morning. Although still full of energy, his occasional frown and sudden pauses hadn't escaped Qin Cang's notice. The battlefield was harsh, and the slightest mistake could lead to death. Liu San's injuries seemed to be creeping up on him.

Suddenly, a burst of rapid gunfire shattered the silence of the night sky, followed by the roar of several explosions, and the air around them seemed to vibrate. Qin Cang quickly pressed the communicator beside him, his eyes scanning the surroundings nervously. The tacit understanding between him and Liu San was beyond words. The two were accustomed to cooperating on the battlefield, and even in the moments of life and death, they could silently respond to each other.

"Cover me!" Qin Cang ordered in a low voice, with a hint of unquestionable majesty in his voice.

Liu San nodded, leaning slightly to the side, and using the muzzle of his gun to lock onto the enemy's likely position. Qin Cang quickly stood up and led his soldiers forward. A few seconds later, gunfire rang out again, and fierce artillery fire continued to explode on the ground, filling the air with mud and smoke, as if the entire world had fallen into chaos.

On this smoke-filled battlefield, time seemed to blur. Every passing second was filled with the threat of death. Qin Cang's movements were swift and precise, with almost no pauses. Every shot was a precise strike. And Liu San, still maintaining his calm demeanor, tacitly supported Qin Cang, with almost no hesitation.

However, just as they approached the enemy's main position, the situation suddenly changed. The enemy's firepower became increasingly intense, leaving almost no room for escape. At this moment, Liu San's body suddenly paused, and then he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"Liu San!" Qin Cang shouted almost instinctively, his eyes quickly becoming anxious. He kicked his legs hard and immediately rushed towards Liu San.

He knew that Liu San was not someone who would fall easily. In this situation, the only thing he could do was to quickly rescue him and take him away from this battlefield.

Qin Cang quickly ran to Liu San's side and found that Liu San's face was pale, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his breathing was rapid and heavy. Obviously, he had suffered a lot of injuries. Qin Cang quickly squatted down and quickly checked Liu San's injuries.

"Stomach, here." Liu San's voice was weak, but still carried his usual tenacity. "It's okay, let's go."

Qin Cang quickly pulled out his first aid kit, his heartbeat racing. His fingers fumbled around Liu San's wound, a wave of nervousness building inside him. Although he'd already undergone battlefield first aid training, facing such a complex and urgent situation, he couldn't suppress his inner panic.

"Hold on!" Qin Cang whispered, pressing hard on Liu San's wound, trying to slow the bleeding. Unfortunately, Liu San's condition was far worse than he had anticipated. The fatal wound had penetrated deeply into his abdomen, and the blood was gushing out, almost uncontrollable.

"It's okay, Qin Cang. It's really okay." Liu San slightly raised the corners of his mouth, trying to reveal a smile, although the smile was a little weak.

"Don't be silly!" Qin Cang gritted his teeth and spoke in an extremely stern tone. "You survive."