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

Chapter 493 No matter how many enemies there are, he is not afraid

"What are you waiting for?" the enemy muttered to himself, a hint of annoyance in his tone. "There's still no movement. How can we complete the mission at this rate?"

Qin Cang frowned slightly, feeling a little uneasy - if this enemy was really as he thought, with a complicated identity, then his every move might affect the entire battle situation.

The enemy continued to lower his head to organize his weapons, but did not notice Qin Cang in the corner. Qin Cang breathed a sigh of relief, his heartbeat instantly returned to calm, and he began to slowly approach.

"Since you are so anxious to wait, I'd like to see what you are waiting for." Qin Cang curled his lips into a sneer, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

Qin Cang's heartbeat quickened. The enemy before him was still absorbed in checking his weapon, and every second felt precious. Every movement, every breath, carried a life-or-death decision. Despite having cultivated a certain calmness and decisiveness, he could still feel a chill running down his spine, and he couldn't help but tighten his grip on the dagger.

"Can't make any mistakes," he told himself silently. His eyes locked on the enemy, his mind racing. He knew full well that this covert battle had already far exceeded his original plan. The enemy had hidden so many weapons, meaning they weren't just preserving their own supplies, but were also preparing for a larger operation.

The enemy was busy checking the weapons box, and he could use this opportunity to plan his next move. Qin Cang's eyes became sharper. The man turned and his back was facing him. He quickly judged the distance between himself and the enemy, then made up his mind, slowed down his pace, and prepared to strike in an instant.

But at this moment, he suddenly thought of a problem - no matter how he acted, he could not complete this nearly suicidal mission alone. He needed help, especially Xiaohu.

"Xiao Hu..." Qin Cang whispered to himself, quickly pulling out a small flint and a dry straw. Using these, he quickly struck a flame, faint but enough to alert. Qin Cang narrowed his eyes, grasped the flame with his hand, and squeezed it tightly, intending to use it to signal Xiao Hu at the right moment.

He knew that Xiaohu had been lurking outside, not too far away, but was always waiting for the right opportunity to act. As long as he got the signal, Xiaohu would rush over immediately, help him share the enemy, and launch a counterattack. No matter how many enemies there were, he was not afraid.

The flame flickered faintly, carrying a hint of warm light. Qin Cang stared at the small flame, and a sneer unconsciously rose at the corner of his mouth: "Just wait."

The enemy had his back to him and still hadn't noticed anything unusual, busy checking the status of each weapon. Qin Cang knew that this opportunity might only come once, and any hesitation might make things more complicated.

He slowly raised his head and glanced at the flames, confirming that Xiaohu should have seen the signal. With a sense of relief, he quickly pounced on the enemy.

This time, Qin Cang's move was clean and sharp, almost an instantaneous reaction—the dagger flashed with a cold light, and it went straight to the enemy's back. Just as the enemy was about to turn around, Qin Cang was the only figure left in front of him, and the dagger quickly pierced his neck.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, the enemy groaned, and his body suddenly leaned forward. Qin Cang turned around and instantly knocked the enemy to the ground.

However, all this happened so quickly that the fallen enemy barely made any extra noise. Qin Cang's movements were precise and swift, and he was extremely cautious in preventing any reaction from the enemy. The sound of blood splattering was quickly muffled in the surrounding darkness. The surroundings remained silent, as if nothing had happened.

Qin Cang took a deep breath and quickly checked the enemy's body. Sure enough, he found a small metal plate engraved with some familiar symbols, symbolizing the identity of a high-ranking commander. This discovery made Qin Cang's eyes flash with cruelty - it turned out that his opponent was no simple person, but a high-ranking commander of the enemy army. No wonder these weapons were concentrated here. Obviously, this place was the enemy's secret arsenal.

"Looks like I've really stirred up a hornet's nest tonight," Qin Cang thought to himself. He looked around and made a quick decision. He couldn't stay here for too long. He had to quickly dispose of these weapons while ensuring the safety of himself and Xiaohu.

He quickly searched the enemy's possession for a bunch of keys, held them in his hand, and calmly analyzed his next course of action. The key must be used to open a secret room. He suspected that there must be more important supplies hidden here, perhaps even the enemy's future strategic weapons.

In the stillness of the night, Qin Cang knew the nature of this battle had fundamentally changed. The enemy's deployment was more complex than he had anticipated, and he didn't have the time to fully understand it. Every second would change the situation. Without much hesitation, he headed towards the other end of the chamber.

Just as he had touched the other door of the secret room, he suddenly heard a burst of hurried footsteps. His heart sank suddenly, and he immediately lowered his body and quickly found a dark place to hide.

"Is it Xiaohu?" Qin Cang couldn't help but feel anxious. He stared at the door with bated breath, afraid of missing any movement.

However, the footsteps didn't stop, but instead became more rapid. Qin Cang's face darkened, realizing that things were no longer simple. The footsteps outside the door couldn't possibly be Xiao Hu. Time practically froze at this moment, as if all the enemy's actions revolved around this single moment.

"What should I do?" Qin Cang cursed in his heart. Seeing the footsteps outside the door getting closer and closer, he didn't dare to be careless. He could only suppress the anxiety that was about to burst out of his chest. He held the dagger tightly in his hand, held his breath, and prepared to face possible emergencies.

A whisper was heard, and the man seemed to be whispering something: "Quick, go check the situation over there, don't let him continue!"

Qin Cang's expression instantly turned serious. This was an order, clearly from an enemy patrol. He had to act immediately, otherwise he would be exposed.

"He..." Qin Cang muttered to himself, his eyes becoming colder. "This time, I can't wait any longer."

Qin Cang's movements were almost instantaneous. He pounced on the patrolman without hesitation, the dagger in his hand stabbing the enemy's throat like lightning. The patrolman let out a happy growl, his eyes wide, and seemed to have no reaction to what was happening. The next second, he lost his last struggle and fell to the ground.