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

He took a deep breath, slowly lowered his clenched hands, and scanned his surroundings through the darkness with a calm gaze. He knew that escape was no longer the best option. The enemy had laid a tight net, and attempting to sneak past would only plunge him into a more desperate situation.

"Xiao Hu, the last way." Qin Cang gritted his teeth and whispered into the headset, "Have you found the exit?"

There was still no response from the headset.

The anxiety surged into his heart again, but he had no time to think about Xiaohu's safety. At this moment, he had to make a decision, and this decision was about life and death.

The enemy drew closer and closer, and Qin Cang could feel the pressure growing stronger. Every step felt like walking on the edge of a knife. Although he had done his best to remain hidden, the dense forest no longer seemed to provide him with sufficient cover. The barking of the wild dogs only heightened his vigilance. He knew that in this forest, he could be exposed at any moment.

Suddenly, Qin Cang stopped. Ahead, the enemy had begun to regroup. As if they had discovered his position, the group slowly advanced around the edge of the woods, each step cautious, clearly hesitant to act rashly. Qin Cang's heartbeat resonated with the enemy's footsteps, and a decision quickly emerged in his mind: block their path.

He couldn't wait any longer, couldn't let the enemy corner him; he had to attack. His eyes scanned the surroundings, his mind rapidly evaluating every possible route, searching for the most suitable ambush location. At this moment, he had only one thought left: he had to break the enemy's blockade and buy himself a chance of survival.

Qin Cang quickly found a suitable rock to hide under and quietly crawled over. His movements were light and swift, his heartbeat accelerating with each step. An unprecedented sense of tension invaded his entire body, as if every nerve was on alert, ready to face the test of life and death at any moment.

Finally, Qin Cang found a suitable angle. He hid behind a rock, calmly adjusting his breathing, and stared intently at the enemy ahead. They seemed unaware that he was completely hidden from their sight. He could clearly see the enemy leader leading his troops deeper into the woods, and the gap between them was getting smaller and smaller.

Qin Cang knew that this was his only chance. Now, he had to take advantage of the enemy's negligence and launch a surprise attack.

Silently repeating "Be fast, be accurate, be ruthless," Qin Cang quickly emerged from behind the rock, his movements swift and decisive. Almost before the enemy noticed, he had already approached the enemy in front. The man was completely unaware of the danger until Qin Cang pounced on him, the blade in his hand already at his neck.

"Move, try it," Qin Cang whispered threateningly, his eyes as cold as a knife. A hint of mockery clung to his face, but his heart was already surging with turmoil. At this moment, he knew he had to act quickly, not giving the enemy any time to react.

The enemy in front of him was obviously startled, his face turning pale in an instant, but he quickly regained his composure, a glint of viciousness flashing in his eyes. "If you dare to do this, you're dead," he growled through gritted teeth.

Qin Cang didn't respond, but simply pressed the blade hard, almost touching the man's skin, full of menace. "Are you not afraid of death?" He smiled lightly, "Then I will send you to see the King of Hell."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly pressed the tip of the knife down, causing the enemy to fall to the ground in pain. The other enemies obviously did not expect Qin Cang to be so bold, and were instantly thrown into disarray by this sudden violence.

"Enemy surprise attack! Quick!" An enemy roared, but before he could finish his words, Qin Cang quickly threw him to the ground. Immediately afterwards, he quickly pulled out the pistol from his waist and pointed it at the remaining enemies.

"Stop!" Qin Cang shouted coldly, his eyes as sharp as a knife. He could feel every muscle in his body tense, his body in a state of extreme tension, but his eyes remained calm, even though he was racing against time, forcing all enemies to react with caution.

The enemy's angry and panicked reaction did not make Qin Cang relax. He knew that every bit of progress before him could be a matter of life and death. Almost in an instant, the enemy's siege had begun, but at this time Qin Cang had already taken the lead and gained the upper hand.

"If you want to live, listen to me." Qin Cang lowered his voice and looked at them coldly, every word he said was full of threats.

The enemy's atmosphere became increasingly tense, and they began to disperse, seemingly looking for a breakthrough, but Qin Cang had already completely controlled the situation. Those people dared not act rashly, and Qin Cang took the opportunity to approach the enemy's core, tightening the encirclement step by step.

Yet, his heart was not at peace. Though he appeared decisive and calm on the surface, he knew that everything he did was fraught with danger. Every second, he was brushing against death. Xiaohu's whereabouts remained a mystery, and Liu San's injuries were protracted, forcing him to make such a risky decision.

However, fate is like a beast lurking in the shadows, always striking when you least expect it. On the eve of a life-or-death battle, Qin Cang encountered a unique situation: Liu San was captured.

Liu San—this name was nearly universally known in their army. He possessed exceptional courage and was a skilled warrior, but he also possessed an irrepressible arrogance and fearlessness. His unwavering defiance of any obstacle and authority earned him a love-hate relationship among many. His actions always seemed to create breathtaking miracles in desperate situations, but his impulsiveness often angered his superiors or plunged his team into crisis.

This time, his impulsiveness finally brought inevitable consequences.

It was nearly dusk on the day of the incident. The fighting had raged for three days, with heavy casualties on both sides and the air thick with the smell of scorched earth. Liu San, leading a team of assault soldiers, had been ordered to hold the front lines, but he had instead taken the initiative and stormed into the enemy camp, hoping to achieve a surprising and decisive victory. However, the enemy's response was unexpectedly swift, and the long-laid ambush trapped him and his men in a narrow area.

The news was quickly relayed to headquarters via telegram. Qin Cang, who was sitting beside the battle map, frowned slightly. Although he was well aware of Liu San's impulsive nature, this action clearly exceeded his expectations. After all, Liu San was no reckless rookie. He had countless successful battles under his belt and knew how to choose his timing and when to retreat.