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

Xiaohu nodded slightly and moved quickly. Every step he took was filled with caution and care, his eyes rarely leaving the sentry ahead. He knew in his heart that although Qin Cang's voice was calm, the pressure hidden behind his heavy tone was almost suffocating. At this moment, all choices were irreversible.

"Commander, how do we get past the rocks on the right?" Xiaohu suddenly asked, with a hint of hesitation in his tone.

Qin Cang pondered for a moment, his eyes unconsciously scanning the rocks to his right. He knew this area wasn't suitable for lingering, but if he chose to bypass it, it would likely expose their whereabouts. With little time to hesitate, he calmly analyzed the situation and ultimately made a decision: "Avoid the left side first, bypass this rock, and take the trail directly."

Xiaohu nodded and followed closely, silently embracing Qin Cang's pace. He felt a sense of nervousness, yet he dared not relax. Every step he took was a huge psychological burden. His mind kept flashing back to the scene of Liu San trapped in the enemy's chains. The oppressive atmosphere seemed suffocating.

"Keep moving forward." Qin Cang remained the calm and composed commander, but a subtle struggle was brewing within him. He knew that every next step could change the entire situation.

Time continued to pass, and the world around him began to blur. Only the camp ahead, the lurking enemies, and the imprisoned comrade firmly occupied Qin Cang's thoughts. He continued to suppress his inner anxiety, his eyes fixed on the target ahead.

"Xiaohu, get ready." Qin Cang whispered, with a determined glint in his eyes.

Xiaohu responded without hesitation. His gaze became more determined. Although his heart was turbulent, he had no choice now.

The camp ahead was getting closer and closer, and every step was like walking on a knife edge. Qin Cang's nerves were getting more and more tense, and his heartbeat was accelerating, but he knew that only at this moment could he truly feel whether everything he was doing was worth it.

Qin Cang took a deep breath, feeling the air grow thinner. The silence around him made his heartbeat even more pronounced. He could clearly feel the weight of each beat, as if every pulse reminded him: the mission ahead was a matter of life and death. With each deep breath, tinged with the cold air, he tried to regain his composure, to avoid being swayed by emotion. But he knew he couldn't completely eliminate the turmoil in his heart, especially when he thought about Liu San's fate. The guilt and sense of responsibility he felt were almost unbearable.

"Xiao Hu." Qin Cang called in a low voice.

Xiaohu turned his head slightly, his eyes free of hesitation or confusion, only suppressed tension and determination. He gripped his weapon tightly, his gaze quickly scanning his surroundings, but Qin Cang knew that Xiaohu's inner self was more complex than his outward appearance—his youthful impulsiveness often prevented him from remaining completely calm in crucial moments. Qin Cang, upon seeing Xiaohu's gaze, felt a surge of inexplicable worry. He knew that the closer they got to the target, the greater the danger in this rescue mission. Xiaohu could easily act impulsively out of impatience, which could put them at risk.

"Can you control yourself?" Qin Cang's eyes were sharp, but his tone was unusually calm, as if carrying a hint of concern. "You know, the price of a mistake could cost us everything."

Xiaohu's eyes flickered, as if deeply hurt by Qin Cang's words. His chest heaved violently, his heartbeat nearly bursting through his chest, but he didn't respond, his eyes growing more determined. He clenched his teeth, as if trying to suppress his impatience and anxiety. "Commander, I understand," he said, his tone carrying a hint of unquestionable determination. "I will control myself and will never let my emotions interfere with our actions."

Qin Cang said nothing more, merely nodded, remaining vigilant. He knew this wasn't just a challenge for the mission, but also a test of everyone's mental limits. Everyone carried a different, heavy burden deep down, but only by remaining calm could they go further.

Xiaohu kept glancing at the sentries ahead, nervously observing every movement, his anxiety surging. He knew that in the next moment, he had to strictly follow Qin Cang's orders and not make a single mistake. His fingers lightly brushed the butt of the rifle, feeling the cold metal, as if reminding him: This was a life-or-death situation, with no way out.

"The sentry ahead will pass by in five seconds." Qin Cang's voice suddenly lowered, as if he had emerged from deep thought. "Remember, keep your distance and don't let him discover us."

Xiaohu didn't hesitate, fully aware of the severity of the mission. Quietly, under Qin Cang's guidance, he led his team around the sentries ahead. Everyone's steps were cautious, as if the weight of the world rested on their shoulders. Xiaohu nervously lowered his head, staring intently at every stone and every dead leaf beneath his feet, not daring to relax even a little.

"Too slow." Xiaohu was secretly anxious, almost feeling the enemy's approach. The sense of urgency made his heart beat faster, but he forced himself to remain calm. He knew that the more anxious he was, the more likely he was to make mistakes. There was no chance for them to make any mistakes.

Qin Cang's eyes remained fixed on one side, constantly observing the surroundings. The whistling of the wind in his ears seemed to grow sharper. He glanced at Xiao Hu from time to time, the worry and sense of responsibility deep in his heart growing heavier. The complex situation before them not only tested their physical limits, but also greatly challenged their psychological endurance.

"Wait a moment." Qin Cang suddenly stopped and said softly. His eyes were fixed on the front and his expression changed slightly.

Xiao Hu quickly stopped, a hint of nervousness on his face, but he said nothing, just lowered his head and observed the movements around him. He could feel that Qin Cang seemed to have noticed something.

"We are now in the blind spot of the enemy patrol, but you must understand." Qin Cang whispered, his eyes as sharp as a knife, "There may be more enemies hiding in the dark ahead. Any slight move may attract their attention."

Xiao Hu's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he could almost hear the throbbing of his blood. He knew Qin Cang's judgment was correct; there was no turning back. He clenched his teeth, took a deep breath, and tried to keep his emotions as calm as possible.