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

"General, why?" Liu Sanrang couldn't help but asked.

Qin Cang's eyes still didn't move from the map. He spoke calmly, "If the enemy sneaks into the mountains through that path, they will definitely not attack rashly. If we split up, the enemy may take the opportunity to find out our strengths and weaknesses. Do you think this will give us an advantage?"

Qin Cang's words spoke volumes for Liu Sanrang. He suddenly realized that splitting up the troops would indeed lead to information disorganization, leaving the enemy with room to observe and probe. At this moment, they must maintain absolute concentration to seize the initiative. Liu Sanrang nodded, silently accepting Qin Cang's strategy.

"So, how many people do you plan to use?" Liu Sanrang asked.

Qin Cang smiled faintly, his eyes still calm, but a hint of deep meaning seemed to flash across them. "Now it's not a question of numbers, but of speed and decisiveness. We don't have to split up into teams, but every soldier sent out must be able to react quickly."

Liu Sanrang frowned slightly. He knew that some of his soldiers were experienced and capable, but some were young and lacked sufficient combat experience. The decisiveness Qin Cang mentioned clearly meant that once the enemy launched an attack, every soldier had to make a split-second judgment and execute the correct action.

"I understand." Liu Sanrang was silent for a moment, then continued, "What kind of defense do you think we should adopt?"

Qin Cang finally looked away from the map, his eyes darting over Liu Sanrang. "As for our deployment, maintain a tight defense and maintain a high level of alert. We need to give the enemy the illusion that we've blocked all possible routes of attack. But in reality, our focus will be on monitoring that small path."

Liu Sanrang nodded thoughtfully. He knew that Qin Cang's strategy was to create a false sense of tension for the enemy, making them mistakenly believe that they had the situation under control and thus relax their vigilance. Then, at the critical moment, they would suddenly attack and deal a fatal blow to the enemy.

Yet, Liu Sanrang felt a subtle unease. He knew Qin Cang was a cautious and calm person, always considering every possible variable when making every decision. But now, the situation seemed to be becoming increasingly complicated. The enemy seemed not as simple as they had expected.

"General, what if the enemy doesn't want to attack head-on, but instead plans to go around us from behind through the mountain paths?" Liu Sanrang couldn't help but ask again.

"This is our chance." Qin Cang tilted his head slightly, a cold glint in his eyes, as if everything was under his control. "If the enemy comes around, they will definitely want to create chaos, and we can use this to lure them into our ambush."

Liu Sanrang took a deep breath, a vague understanding dawning on him. He knew Qin Cang's plan wasn't to engage the enemy head-on, but to lure them into a trap. If the enemy truly attacked from the side road, they would be doomed to a point of no return. This would be like a carefully orchestrated chess game; no matter what the enemy chose, they would inevitably face the predetermined outcome.

"I understand." Liu Sanrang responded in a low voice, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and then he turned around to prepare to make arrangements.

"Wait a moment." Qin Cang suddenly spoke, his tone becoming even colder. "Liu Sanrang, don't forget, we can never be overconfident. The enemy must have been prepared to enter this path." His eyes were serious. "The trap we set must not be too simple. If the enemy has already prepared, we must consider other alternatives."

Liu Sanrang was startled, a chill rising in his heart. Qin Cang's words reminded him that the enemy might not be foolish. They might have discovered this path because they had already set a trap. If that were the case, then this battle would no longer be the simple game they had anticipated.

"We need to send more scouts." Liu Sanrang turned around and made a quick decision. "I'll have Xiaohu and the others intensify the search to ensure that no one discovers the enemy's movements."

"Go." Qin Cang nodded, his eyes still sharp, as if nothing could shake his calm mentality.

Liu Sanrang nodded and left the tent with a hint of urgency. His steps became increasingly hurried, but with each step, his resolve grew stronger. He knew that the enemy only needed the slightest flaw to strike a fatal blow. But at the same time, he realized that this battle was far more dangerous than he had imagined.

Late at night, the camp remained silent, with only the whistling of the wind in his ears, making even the stars in the night sky seem blurred. Liu Sanrang stood outside the camp, gazing at the pitch-black night sky. The uneasiness in his heart finally subsided quietly, replaced by a long-lost sense of clarity.

As the night deepened, the air outside the camp grew colder. The surrounding darkness seemed to gradually devour all life, and the entire world became incomparably empty in the silence. Liu Sanrang stood at the edge of the tent, holding a smooth stone in his hand, his fingertips slightly cold. Although his whole body was tense, an invisible pressure still oppressed him, as if every seemingly peaceful moment concealed some unknown crisis.

Qin Cang's words still echoed in his mind. The enemy might not be stupid; they must have been prepared. A question arose in Liu Sanrang's mind—if the enemy already knew this path, then their actions would not be so simple.

He took a deep breath, turned back to the tent, and prepared to plan his next move. Although he knew that his task was still arduous, he felt an inexplicable power surging in his heart - the kind of determination that could only be truly aroused in extreme circumstances.

However, the moment he stepped into the tent, he heard the sound of rapid horse hooves outside, shaking the ground slightly. His body instinctively tensed up, and he turned around immediately, his eyes sharp as a knife.

"Someone is coming!" Liu Sanrang said in a low voice, with a hint of urgency in his voice.

Qin Cang didn't react immediately, his eyes still as calm as water, as if he had anticipated this sudden movement. He raised his hand, signaling Liu Sanrang to remain calm and listen quietly to the sounds coming from outside.

The wind carried distant sounds. Liu Sanrang could hear the distinct clatter of horse hooves and the muffled sounds of conversation, as if a group of men were slowly approaching the camp. His heart skipped a beat, and his expression grew slightly heavy. "Is it the enemy?" Liu Sanrang's tone was thick with undisguised nervousness.