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

But this time, things were clearly not going well.

Qin Cang set the map down and stood up, his expression grim. His intuition told him that Liu San's situation was even more serious than he had imagined. If the enemy on the front lines could easily stop Liu San, they would no longer be able to exert their full strength on the battlefield. Their morale was at its most fragile, and Liu San was the only one who could break the deadlock.

"Prepare for rescue." Qin Cang ordered calmly.

At that moment, the rescue operation began. The soldiers quickly donned their armor, equipped their weapons, and prepared for a nighttime assault. Qin Cang knew this rescue wasn't simply a battle, but a test of psychology and will. The deeper Liu San was trapped, the more alert and defensive the enemy would be, and the more hostility and hatred would ignite between the two sides.

"Commander, are you sure you want to go in person?" asked his adjutant, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

"There's no time." Qin Cang's eyes were sharp. He had never hesitated at such a critical moment. "If the enemy's movements speed up, Liu San will be in danger. We can't wait any longer."

At the commander's command, everyone understood that their every step could determine life or death, and whether they could save the name they were familiar with.

By the time Qin Cang led his team to the edge of the battlefield, it was nearly dark. Hidden in the dense forest, their ears filled only with the whistling wind and the occasional chirping of birds. Everyone's heart was in turmoil, not just for Liu San's fate, but more importantly for the battle behind it, and their own futures.

Entering enemy territory is always fraught with uncertainty. Every step could lead to a trap, and every decision could put oneself in an unbearable predicament. Qin Cang couldn't help but sigh. At this moment, he was more sober than ever, because he knew that the gears of fate had begun to turn.

Finally, they approached the location where Liu San was trapped. Through reconnaissance, Qin Cang learned that Liu San's position had been exposed, and the enemy was preparing to move him to a more secret location. Qin Cang knew that this was a race against time. If he delayed even a moment, Liu San's fate would be irreversible.

"Act separately." Qin Cang gave a concise order, and then he led a small team of elite soldiers to approach the target, while the others ambushed on the periphery according to the pre-agreed route, ready to provide support at any time.

Their only goal was to break through the enemy's defenses in the shortest possible time, rescue Liu San, and evacuate as quickly as possible. Qin Cang had no time to consider whether the process would affect more people. Every second of delay would put Liu San in greater danger.

As the distance gradually closed, Qin Cang's heartbeat quickened. His eyes, sharp as a hawk's, scanned every shadow around him, ready to react at any moment. Liu San's face kept resurfacing in his mind, that always carefree, fearless face, as if deeply etched in his memory.

Qin Cang stared straight ahead, his fingertips turning pale. He dared not utter a single word. He knew his silence at this moment was dangerous. He was no longer the commander standing behind the headquarters, nor was he the decision-maker holding the battle map. Instead, he led a team deep behind enemy lines, risking his life to rescue his comrades. Every step he took was a challenge to life and death.

Xiaohu followed closely behind, his steps light and his eyes sharp. This young soldier had known Qin Cang for a long time. Though young, he already displayed a maturity and composure that belied his age. Xiaohu's father had been a senior officer, and Xiaohu, influenced by his father from a young age, understood the preciousness of every minute and second on the battlefield. Qin Cang watched the young man's back, and a complex emotion welled up in his heart: perhaps, future wars would be led by these young people, and he himself was no longer the youngest generation.

"Commander, the enemy camp is ahead." Xiaohu said softly, scanning the surroundings with sharp eyes.

Qin Cang nodded, signaling him to remain silent. They were now only a few hundred meters away from the camp where Liu San was trapped. Although this section of the journey was short, it was the most dangerous. The enemy had not relaxed their vigilance; on the contrary, they were guarding the area with even greater vigilance. The surrounding woods were heavily trapped by the enemy, and the ground was covered with traces of clearing. Qin Cang knew that these were all preparations made by the enemy to prevent a surprise attack.

"What do you think?" Qin Cang asked Xiaohu in a low voice.

Xiaohu paused briefly, listening intently. His gaze grew increasingly serious. He knew this wasn't just a physical battle, but also a test of the mind. His eyes scanned the surroundings like sharp blades, quickly and sharply assessing the enemy's defensive blind spots.

"We can go around from the right side." Xiaohu whispered, "The enemy's defense line is not tight."

"Okay." Qin Cang didn't say anything else. He signaled the team to split into two groups and surround the enemy camp from both sides.

They carefully avoided the bright firelight and the sight of enemy patrols, their bodies low to the ground, their steps light, as if they had vanished into the night. Qin Cang's heartbeat quickened with every step. He had never felt so vulnerable, as if at any moment he could be devoured by the enemy's gun. He kept thinking back to Liu San's face, that uncompromising, defiant expression etched in his mind. It was a tenacity he had never seen before, yet it now filled him with a deep sense of unease.

"Commander, there is a patrol ahead." Xiaohu suddenly stopped and whispered.

Qin Cang frowned slightly, then raised his head slightly, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. The patrol had come too close, their position practically exposed. If they continued forward, the enemy would surely become aware of their presence; if they retreated, the rescue would be too late. The pressure almost made his breathing heavy.

He pulled a smoke bomb from his waist and twirled it gently in his hand. This was the only way to provide them with cover. He gripped the smoke bomb tightly, mentally reciting it several times before finally making up his mind.

"Xiao Hu, you lead the team to take a detour. When the smoke bomb rises, I will attract the enemy's firepower from the front." Qin Cang's voice was calm and firm.

Xiaohu glanced at Qin Cang, a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but he quickly nodded and held the weapon in his hand with trust.

"Understood, Commander."