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

Just as he was about to continue leading Xiaohu and Liu San to bypass the enemy's defense line, the shadow in front suddenly changed.

A discordant sound pierced the silence of the night. First came a few muffled curses, followed by the sounds of fighting. The sound, mixed with the crisp sound of iron clashing and the dull thud of footsteps, was extremely harsh. Qin Cang subconsciously stopped, and his tense nerves relaxed for a moment.

"What happened?" Qin Cang asked, almost gritting his teeth, his voice so low that it was almost unnoticeable. Xiaohu and Liu San behind him stopped in their tracks, all their attention instantly focused on the front.

Xiaohu frowned slightly and couldn't help but whispered, "Is that the sound of fighting?"

"That should be it." A complex emotion flashed in Qin Cang's eyes. He thought quickly, but didn't rush into a decision. This sudden turmoil might be beneficial to them, but it could also expose their position.

Liu San's eyes, sharp as knives, scanned the surroundings instantly, acutely aware of the commotion not far ahead. "It looks like someone's causing trouble, perhaps a clash between the enemies." His tone remained calm, but Qin Cang knew Liu San's alertness had heightened severalfold. There was no more verbal communication between the two, their tacit understanding shared the same conclusion: to exploit this brief period of confusion to escape the enemy's encirclement.

However, Qin Cang's heart didn't relax at this glimmer of hope. The sounds of fighting grew louder, punctuated by a few hoarse shouts. Those cries sounded filled with despair, like the last resistance of those trapped in a dead end. He could sense that even though the enemy might not be fully aware of their presence, this sudden commotion was very likely to bring them new troubles.

"We have to make a decision quickly." Qin Cang's eyes flashed with determination, and he whispered, "Xiao Hu, Liu San, we have to take advantage of the chaos."

Xiao Hu glanced at Qin Cang, his eyes flickering with complex emotions, his stubbornness still lingering. Even in this perilous moment, he was unwilling to give up even a glimmer of hope. Although the pain all over his body was almost unbearable, under Qin Cang's gaze, he still managed to hold on, gritting his teeth and saying, "I... I can keep up."

"You can do it." Qin Cang nodded, his tone firm. "I know you can."

He turned his head and looked at Liu San. Liu San said nothing more, only nodded slightly, a calm gleam in his eyes. Qin Cang said nothing more. He took a deep breath and silently decided that while the enemy's attention was distracted, they must break through quickly and fight for a chance of survival.

The three of them cautiously approached the direction of the fight, keeping a very low profile, like ghosts in the night, moving silently in the darkness. The sounds of fighting grew closer and closer, and Qin Cang could almost clearly feel the anger and resentment between the enemies. The hostile atmosphere permeated, as if the entire world was drawn into this chaotic vortex.

His heartbeat quickened, but his thoughts grew clearer in the darkness. He knew the conflict before him, whether it was an internal conflict among the enemies or some other unexpected event, would have a profound impact on them. At this moment, all he could do was hold on to his convictions and not let his emotions interfere with this life-or-death operation.

Suddenly, a figure swayed rapidly in front of him, shattering the stillness of the darkness. Qin Cang instinctively stopped and ducked, his heartbeat racing. He stared wide-eyed, quickly assessing the enemy's direction. A moment later, he saw a soldier, crushed by the enemy, covered in blood, clearly severely wounded.

"Who is it..." Qin Cang's voice was low, with a hint of suppressed anger. "Are they fighting the enemy?"

"It seems so," Liu San replied, a cold glint in his eyes. At this moment, all emotions had been temporarily cast aside, and all that remained was the brutal instinct for survival and calm thinking.

Just as they were about to continue forward, the sounds of fighting in front of them suddenly stopped. A tense atmosphere filled the air, as if everything had frozen. Qin Cang's heart tightened again, knowing that the enemy had noticed something was wrong.

"Xiao Hu, Liu San, hurry!" Qin Cang gritted his teeth, shouted in a low voice, and pounced forward like a tiger.

The scene before him left him with no chance of reacting. The soldiers who had been fighting suddenly stopped and turned to look in their direction. Those eyes were filled with vigilance, as if they had sensed a lurking enemy. Qin Cang's heart sank; he knew they had been discovered.

"Xiao Hu, run!" Qin Cang practically roared, his eyes gleaming with uncompromising determination. He grabbed Xiao Hu's shoulder and pushed, directing him to run quickly in the opposite direction. Behind him, Liu San had already reacted, his sword flashing behind him, quickly dispatching the enemy who tried to approach.

However, what followed was even more intense footsteps. The enemy had quickly recovered their reaction, and their pursuit was like the footsteps of death, not allowing anyone to escape.

"Xiao Hu, come on!" Qin Cang roared, his heartbeat nearly breaking through the limit at this moment, as if every second was challenging his physical limits. His legs felt weak, but he continued to run with all his might. He knew that only by escaping this deadlock as quickly as possible could they ensure their survival.

Xiaohu almost relied on Qin Cang's push and support to barely keep running. Although every step made him almost extremely painful, he still did not look back, but just gritted his teeth, his eyes full of unyielding look.

Liu San followed closely behind, his sword stained with blood, but his expression remained stern, as if nothing could shake his inner fortitude. His gaze remained unwavering, the sword in his hand as sharp as ever, ready to deal with any threat at any time.

The enemy's pursuit intensified, and the air was filled with a growing sense of crisis. Qin Cang knew that time was running out. He didn't dare stop, or even consider whether they could successfully break through the current predicament. The only thing he knew was that if they stopped, there would be no chance.

Qin Cang's breathing quickened as the sound of pursuit approached from behind. The enemy's footsteps were deafening like thunder, each one a threat to their demise. Despite his anxiety, he managed to remain calm, his mind rapidly analyzing their situation. The road ahead didn't seem as smooth as he'd imagined. The heavy footsteps, like invisible shackles, locked their path tightly. The further they advanced, the greater the pressure.