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

Liu San still didn't give up his stubborn persistence. He nodded gently, but a trace of fatigue flashed in his eyes. Obviously, the pain from his injuries had gradually drained his strength, and Qin Cang realized that he had to get him away from this smoke-filled battlefield as soon as possible.

He made a quick decision and without hesitation, carried Liu San on his back, as if he were carrying a heavy stone, and walked towards the safe area with firm steps. At this moment, the enemy was still heavily guarded all around, but Qin Cang's eyes were still sharp, like a knife.

"You must survive." He kept repeating to himself, and kept speeding up his pace. His legs were beginning to feel a little tired, but with Liu San's life at stake, he had no room to retreat.

Liu San's body grew heavier, and Qin Cang's shoulders felt heavier and heavier, as if it wasn't just the weight of one person, but the weight of the entire world. But he persisted, his steps unwavering, even though he already felt a heaviness he had never felt before.

Qin Cang's shoulders bore a heavy burden. Every step he took felt like treading on an endless quagmire, the ground beneath his feet becoming soft and unbearable due to his rapid pace. Behind him was the sound of Liu San's breathing, that rapid breath, mixed with a hint of pain, as if reminding Qin Cang that the passage of time meant that everything was becoming more dangerous.

The darkness deepened, and the battlefield seemed to be engulfed by an invisible black curtain. Everything seemed oppressive and silent. Qin Cang felt a heaviness in his chest, and his breathing became rapid. His heart was beating rapidly, and his mind was filled with worry about Liu San and the unknown threat that was about to come. At this moment, the only thing he could do was to lead Liu San through this cruel battlefield and find a safe place.

"Can't stop." Qin Cang whispered to himself, the voice coming out of his mouth was so low that it almost blended in with the noise around him.

Every time he lifted his feet, it took immense effort. Despite being a naturally strong warrior, Qin Cang could still feel the heaviness of his legs. Liu San on his back felt like an unbearable mountain. With every step, he could feel his strength draining away, an overwhelming fatigue spreading from his toes to the depths of his brain. But he couldn't stop. He couldn't let Liu San die before his eyes. That would not only be a betrayal of Liu San, but also a betrayal of his lifelong beliefs.

Liu San's breathing grew weaker, and it was clear that his condition was much worse than Qin Cang had imagined. His wounds had not been treated promptly, and the excessive blood loss had made his body increasingly weaker. Qin Cang knew that if he didn't find a safe place, he might never be able to help Liu San escape this life-or-death situation.

At this moment, a low ravine appeared before Qin Cang's eyes. Surrounded by steep rocks, it seemed completely isolated from the outside world. Perhaps this place could become a temporary safe haven. Qin Cang's heart moved, and he immediately made a decision.

"Go over there." Qin Cang whispered to himself, his eyes determined.

He practically dragged his exhausted body towards the ravine. Every step he took seemed like a struggle, the heaviness forcing him to pause and catch his breath.

Liu San's voice came from behind, a little hoarse: "Qin Cang, don't stop, don't worry about me, go quickly... go quickly..."

"Impossible." Qin Cang's voice was as low as a millstone. "Your life has meaning."

When he spoke, there was a resolute look in his eyes. That calmness and determination were the iron-blooded tenacity he had gradually accumulated through many tests on the verge of life and death.

Liu San remained silent, as if he'd long since grown accustomed to Qin Cang's insistence. The relationship between the two was no longer simply one of comrades-in-arms, but rather one of profound tacit understanding. No matter what predicament they faced, they could quickly reach a consensus with a glance, a word, or even silence.

The ravine's terrain was complex, with layers of rock stacked on top of each other, making it a rugged and uneven terrain. A single careless move could easily lead to a descent. But in Qin Cang's eyes, the ravine had become a temporary refuge. He swiftly weaved through the rocks, his pace becoming increasingly rapid, practically running. Liu San, on his back, seemed to be growing heavier, his breathing becoming more rapid. Qin Cang could feel his body gradually weakening, and the icy feeling rising from within filled him with an inexplicable anxiety.

"Hold on a little longer..." Qin Cang whispered to himself and Liu San, trying to calm the growing panic within him. He knew he couldn't stop, nor could he let up. There might be a relatively flat area at the end of the ravine, where he could perhaps place Liu San for a while while waiting for reinforcements.

Yet, everything in the ravine seemed to be against him. The rock face grew steeper, the ground beneath his feet increasingly unstable. Qin Cang had never felt so exhausted. With every step he took, the earth beneath him seemed to crumble, as if the entire ravine were devouring his strength. Despite this, he gritted his teeth, tightly grasping Liu San's body, his steps becoming more and more resolute, his heart filled with a determination that would not allow any loss.

"Liu San, hold on." Qin Cang's voice became low again, his eyes fixed on the front.

He urged himself almost every step of the way, telling himself over and over again not to stop and not to look back.

Suddenly, a sharp pain struck Qin Cang's chest, making him dizzy and almost collapsing. His vision blurred slightly, and his legs seemed to lose their support, and he almost fell to the ground. But at this moment, he gritted his teeth, pressed Liu San even tighter on his back, and stopped abruptly, forcing himself to stand firm.

Liu San's weak voice came again, with a hint of fatigue: "Qin Cang, if we continue like this... we won't survive..."

"Don't say that." Qin Cang gritted his teeth, a fierce glint in his eyes. "I promised you I would never let you die. If you're alive, we can get out."

His tone was low and firm, as if injecting himself with a powerful strength.

The wind in the ravine grew sharper, as if reminding him that the world outside was still ruthless, and the distance between him and Liu San seemed to be quietly widening. His heart was still beating heavily, but he knew he had to keep moving forward with Liu San. Even if every rock before him felt as heavy as a mountain, he had to hold on, because Liu San's life was in his hands.

When they finally crossed the last section of precipitous rocks, Qin Cang saw a relatively flat open space ahead, and his heart relaxed. Although fatigue, pain, and pressure had almost made him collapse, the open space before him was like a ray of light, giving him a glimmer of hope for life.