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

Li Feng and Xiao Hu responded in unison: "Understood, Brother Cang."

Qin Cang stood up and cast a deep glance at Liu San, who sat on the ground. His eyes, filled with complex emotions, were no longer concealed. At this moment, his feeling of powerlessness deepened. As captain, he bore the responsibility not only to protect himself, but also to protect every member of the team. Everyone's choices, everyone's life and death, were closely tied to him, and all he could do seemed to be make endless decisions, leading them to one dead end after another.

"I will definitely help you survive." Qin Cang swore silently in his heart. Although this sentence seemed to contain some self-consolation, at this moment, only in this way could he give himself some strength.

Qin Cang walked out of the camp, his steps heavy, and looked around. The forest was still dark, the silence suffocating. Every tree and every rock seemed to hide an unknown enemy, ready to strike them a fatal blow at any moment.

He slowed his pace and listened carefully to the sounds around him. The forest at night seemed unusually quiet; even the chirping of insects and the sound of the wind had almost vanished, as if everything was waiting for something. Qin Cang clearly felt an indescribable sense of oppression spreading over him.

It was already late, and the light around them was gradually fading. The shadow of night fell upon the earth, like an invisible giant hand, silently embracing the world. And just then, the sound of horse hooves rang in Qin Cang's ears, breaking the silence of the night. The sound gradually approached, and Qin Cang narrowed his eyes and immediately turned to look at the source of the horse's hoofbeats.

A cavalryman slowly approached. He was tall, carrying a long spear on his back, and clad in a black battle robe. His brow was filled with suppressed murderous intent. His identity was self-evident: it was Qin Cang's subordinate, Yan Feng.

"Report!" Yan Feng reined in his horse and spoke clearly, without a trace of hesitation. "Liu San has been trapped in an enemy ambush and has been captured. The enemy is preparing to take him away."

Qin Cang's eyes glared, his heart agitated. He had originally thought Liu San could escape his predicament, but he hadn't expected things to escalate to this point. This meant the enemy had acquired more accurate intelligence than any other party, Liu San's whereabouts had long been exposed, and they were no longer holding back.

"How is he now?" Qin Cang asked in a low voice.

Yan Feng's expression was somewhat complicated. "The enemy didn't execute him outright. Instead, they planned to take him back for interrogation, apparently hoping to force some information out of him. But Liu San was incredibly stubborn. It's said he refused to give in and even spoke outrageously to the enemy."

"Good!" Qin Cang smiled slightly, and the gloom on his face unconsciously dissipated, "As expected of Liu San, he really has blood."

"We now know the direction he was taken. Can we get there in time?" Yan Feng asked, with a worried glint in his eyes.

Qin Cang was silent for a moment, his eyes gradually becoming resolute. "Go, quickly arrange for manpower. We must rescue Liu San in time and not let him fall into the hands of the enemy."

"Yes!" Yan Feng agreed, then turned his horse and left.

Qin Cang watched Yan Feng's back disappear into the darkness, a wave of anxiety rising in his heart. Liu San's arrest was undoubtedly a major blow. But on another level, it was also an opportunity, a chance to completely overturn the enemy's plans.

He had a plan in mind: even though Liu San had been captured, the enemy might not be able to control him. If Liu San's tenacity and courage could be transformed into a reversal of the situation, then they could regain the initiative from the enemy's grasp.

After returning to the headquarters, Qin Cang quickly summoned his elite men to analyze the enemy's layout and the specific circumstances of Liu San's capture. After careful consideration, he decided to divide his forces and wait for the opportunity to act.

Liu San was trapped in a makeshift enemy camp, heavily guarded and nearly impenetrable. Breaking in with only one or two men was a challenge, but Qin Cang showed no sign of retreat. If Liu San fell into enemy hands, not only would they lose a key figure, but it could also jeopardize the outcome. Therefore, time was of the essence, and decisive action was required.

"Yan Feng, take your elite troops and set up an ambush outside the enemy camp." Qin Cang's voice was low and full of determination.

"Understood, sir." Yan Feng nodded immediately, a cold light flashing in his eyes. "Then leave the rest of the task to me."

Qin Cang nodded slightly, watching Yan Feng and his elite team disappear into the night. A plan quietly took shape in his mind. Tonight, no matter what, he had to rescue Liu San.

Late at night, moonlight filtered through the clouds onto the earth, casting a silvery glow. Qin Cang's troops moved silently through the mountains and forests, like a silent beast stalking through the darkness. After a series of twists and turns along the mountain road, they finally approached the enemy camp.

At this moment, the enemy camp was still brightly lit, and several enemy soldiers were patrolling the perimeter. Liu San was imprisoned in a small hut in the center of the camp, surrounded by several enemy guards. Qin Cang stood on the hilltop, his eyes fixed on the hut, his heart filled with uncompromising determination.

"We must try our best to avoid direct conflict and rescue Liu San without the enemy noticing." Qin Cang instructed in a low voice.

"Yes, sir." Yan Feng accepted the order and, with a wave of his hand, ordered the team to split into several groups and begin infiltrating the enemy camp in various directions. Everyone knew that this was not just a rescue mission, but a life-or-death struggle. If the enemy discovered any abnormality, the consequences would be disastrous.

Time passed by minute by minute, the night still enveloped the earth, and the air was filled with an oppressive atmosphere. Qin Cang, Yan Feng and others finally found a breakthrough in the enemy's defense line through precise coordination.

"Attack!" Qin Cang gave the order, and everyone rushed to the outskirts of the enemy camp like a tiger out of a cage. At the same time, a group led by Yan Feng had already approached the place where Liu San was imprisoned.

Inside the hut, Liu San was still bound by chains, his wounds making him look a bit disheveled, but his eyes still shone with an unyielding spirit. A hint of a sneer played at the corner of his mouth. Facing the enemy's threats and questioning, he remained calm and resolute.

"Do you think you can break my faith by forcing me to say something?" Liu San coughed a few times and whispered, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. "You are wrong. You will never know where my bottom line is."

The enemy's expressions grew increasingly gloomy. It was clear that Liu San's stubbornness had left them feeling helpless. Just then, a burst of hurried footsteps could be heard, and chaotic shouting suddenly erupted outside the camp.