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

Chapter 475 Don’t give him a chance to breathe!

Qin Cang's sharp eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, their gaze settling on a small hill not far ahead. He already had a plan in mind. He would lure the enemy into this open space, pretending he had no way to retreat, and then, with lightning speed, disrupt the enemy from behind.

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound of branches breaking. Qin Cang frowned, turned around abruptly, and quickly found his hiding place. The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the enemy's figure gradually emerged. Qin Cang gripped the hilt of his knife, held his breath, and hid behind the tree.

As several enemies approached, Qin Cang sneered inwardly. He was now surrounded by the enemy, yet they were unaware of his presence. Clearly, they were still following their pre-planned plan, believing that Qin Cang and the villagers had been cornered.

"Look, there are traces here, chase them!" An enemy ordered in a low voice with some confidence in his voice.

Qin Cang knew that the enemy had begun to track the "illusion" he had set up, and they were moving towards the planned route with all their might. As long as they got closer, he could implement his plan.

"Wait a little longer..." Qin Cang muttered, his eyes fixed on the front. He knew that once the opportunity came, he had to act decisively and not give the enemy any time to react.

The enemy's footsteps gradually accelerated, and the soldiers had almost completely fallen into the trap set by Qin Cang. As the footsteps changed, Qin Cang's eyes suddenly flashed with a glint. He knew he couldn't wait any longer. The enemy was about to enter the predetermined attack range.

At the last moment, Qin Cang suddenly rushed out, his body quickly merging with the shadows. He made almost no sound and quietly circled behind the enemy. The enemy apparently did not notice anything unusual and continued to advance.

Qin Cang was ready to strike, his eyes fixed on the enemy in front of him. He had already spotted an isolated enemy, and with a flick of his body, he quickly pounced on him and disappeared from the enemy's sight in an instant.

The enemy was about to turn around to look for his teammates when he was suddenly pounced on from behind by a dark figure. Qin Cang didn't hesitate and quickly restrained the man with his knife, saying in a low voice, "Don't make a sound."

The enemy stared at Qin Cang with wide eyes, horrified, but could only struggle feebly. Qin Cang remained calm, the tip of his knife against the enemy's neck, his eyes as cold as steel. "If you want to live, don't resist," he said, his tone devoid of any emotion.

The enemy trembled slightly, as if realizing he was trapped. The fear and desire to survive in his eyes became more and more obvious. Qin Cang smiled slightly, loosened the handle of the knife, and quickly pulled the short knife from the enemy's arms, lightly striking him in the neck with the back of the knife. Without a single scream, the enemy completely lost the ability to resist.

"Just one, nothing more than that." Qin Cang looked at the fallen enemy coldly and quickly scanned the surrounding environment.

Just as he was about to continue forward, he suddenly heard a faint sound. It was extremely subtle, like a subtle friction sound coming from far away. He was instantly alert and glanced back, but did not take immediate action.

He thought to himself, "The enemy has already noticed me."

Qin Cang felt a chill in his heart upon realizing this. Right now, every step he took was on the edge of a knife. The enemy's counterattack was clearly imminent.

"Damn it." Qin Cang gently gripped the hilt of the knife in his hand and whispered, "I can't continue this game."

Qin Cang silently calculated the time in his mind. The enemy behind him began to slowly approach. Every nerve in his body was as taut as a bowstring. One misstep would make all his efforts go to waste. At this moment, his heart was as calm as still water, as if all the chaos and crisis were slowly dispersing before his eyes, becoming a chess game that he could control.

He stared at his surroundings, a vague intuition telling him that the enemy wouldn't give up easily. He no longer expected them to make mistakes, but instead nervously prepared for the next wave of attacks. Every second of pause would give the enemy an opportunity, and he had no time to waste.

As the enemy drew closer, Qin Cang knew that if he continued to stay in this position, he would be exposed. Although he had pretended to surprise an enemy and counterattacked, that was only the first step to open up the situation. The enemy's encirclement was gradually tightening, and the enemy's next response would surely be even faster and more precise.

"I can't stay here any longer," Qin Cang thought rapidly, his eyes scanning the surrounding trees and hills. He suddenly spotted a relatively hidden mountain stream not far away. There were several dense bushes beside the stream. If he could quickly approach it, perhaps he could avoid the enemy's sight.

His heart was beating uncontrollably in his chest, but Qin Cang took a deep breath and suddenly made a decision. He quickly climbed up from the ground, turned around without hesitation, and rushed towards the mountain stream.

His footsteps were quick and silent, the grass swiftly passing by him, and the surrounding trees and branches seemed to be carving out a hidden passage for him. Qin Cang could feel the wind accelerating in his ears, and every step he took was like a strong air current, sprinting towards the unknown exit at this dangerous moment.

"Hurry up..." He muttered to himself, his eyes always fixed on the bushes in front of him.

Almost instantly, Qin Cang successfully evaded the enemy's sight. Without pausing, he quickly crawled into the bushes beside the mountain stream. Just as he was hiding in the dense vegetation, he heard a burst of rapid shouting.

"He's gone! Keep searching! Don't give him a chance to breathe!"

That was the enemy's voice, deep and urgent. Qin Cang's ears moved slightly. He could tell that the enemy had begun to intensify their search. The previous action had not completely confused the enemy. They had already realized that he might be hiding in this area.

"How come they reacted so quickly?" A trace of uneasiness flashed through Qin Cang's mind, but he quickly regained his composure.

He lowered his head, adjusted his breathing, and lowered his body, trying to completely blend in with the bushes. The air was filled with the scent of damp earth, and the occasional gentle swaying of branches and leaves around him echoed. At this moment, Qin Cang's senses were completely immersed in this peaceful environment. He could even hear the increasingly rapid beating of his own heart.

"I can't be discovered." He thought to himself, his eyes fixed on the enemy's approaching figure not far away.

The enemy's footsteps became increasingly distinct, gradually approaching the bushes. Qin Cang knew that sooner or later, the enemy would come to search this area. According to common sense, the enemy would check one by one until they found him. But Qin Cang knew that his only chance was to remain as still as possible, holding his breath, and making the enemy think that there was nothing suspicious here.