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

Chapter 501 Repeatedly in my mind

Qin Cang didn't rush to leave. He continued to carefully examine each box, trying not to miss any clues. With each box he opened, his heart grew heavier. There weren't many weapons in the box, but each one looked exceptionally exquisite, as if meticulously crafted. The blades were sharp, the barrels were slender, and the wooden handles were exquisitely crafted. Qin Cang searched among the weapons for a moment, and suddenly, his eyes lit up.

At the bottom of one of the boxes, he found a folded piece of paper. The paper had turned yellow, and it was obvious that it had been hidden for a long time. Qin Cang immediately picked up the paper and opened it. The handwriting was still clear - these words were written in a special font, as if it was not an ordinary military pass, but more like some kind of secret order.

"Support has arrived. Increase firepower. Act immediately." Qin Cang quickly read the contents of the paper, his heart trembling. This document indicated that the enemy had prepared more reinforcements and their weaponry was being comprehensively upgraded. This meant that their strength would far exceed Qin Cang's expectations, and the original strategy and tactics needed to be completely reassessed.

"This is not good." Qin Cang muttered in a low voice, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

A deep sense of crisis swept through him. The enemy's deployment had begun. He could clearly sense that all these changes, like the silence before the storm, were quietly gathering strength. The enemy was gradually increasing its combat effectiveness, while he and his team were trapped in this silent night, where a violent conflict could break out at any moment.

He didn't dare hesitate any longer. He quickly hid the paper inside his clothes and gently closed the wooden box, his mind racing. He knew he had no time to waste. He had to take this information and leave this place as quickly as possible and find Xiaohu. In the current situation, only by acting quickly could he seize the crucial initiative.

Just as he turned to leave, he heard a faint sound of footsteps outside the house. Qin Cang's heart skipped a beat. He immediately held his breath, pressed his ear against the door frame, and concentrated on listening to the approaching footsteps.

The rhythm of the sound was light, yet incredibly steady, like the pace of a patrol, moving towards them without hesitation. Qin Cang quickly glanced around, a calm calculation flashing in his eyes as he made a mental decision: he couldn't be exposed. If the enemy suddenly broke into this warehouse, even if he managed to avoid the most dangerous weapons, he wouldn't be able to withstand a manpower encirclement.

Qin Cang quickly crouched down, hiding behind a pile of debris, making almost no sound. He held his breath, trying to blend into the darkness, his body so stiff that he barely dared to move. Footsteps approached, and Qin Cang's heartbeat intensified, as if the only sound in the world was the approaching footsteps. Then, he heard a deep voice from outside the house.

"Count the weapons. Tonight's operation must be foolproof." The voice was obviously that of an enemy commander. He whispered orders to his soldiers, and the footsteps stopped.

Qin Cang's heart suddenly tightened. He knew that the enemy patrol had reached the warehouse door, which meant he was in imminent danger of being discovered. But if he missed this opportunity, it would be even more difficult to obtain the enemy's hidden weapons and intelligence.

"Can't be exposed..." Qin Cang muttered to himself, looking down quickly, trying to find a better hiding place. In the corner of the warehouse stood a pile of worn fabric. He quickly moved towards it, bending down and burying himself tightly beneath the fabric. The smell of the fabric made him feel a little uncomfortable, but he didn't care. His nerves were as tense as a fully drawn bowstring, ready to respond to any unexpected situation.

Qin Cang's heartbeat thundered like a drum. He crouched tight in the pile of fabric, trying to blend into the darkness. The coarse, dusty smell of fabric filled his nostrils, but he barely noticed, his attention focused on the gentle movement at the door. He heard several people pause, and the whispers that followed made him even more alert. The air seemed to freeze, every sound in the room amplified. The throbbing of his heartbeat pounded in his ears, almost suffocating him.

"Have you checked?" The low voice sounded again, with a hint of impatience.

"Report, the weapons have been reorganized according to the instructions of the superiors. Tonight's operation cannot afford to fail." Another voice replied, the voice was a little nervous, but it was concealed very maturely.

"That's good. Keep paying attention to your surroundings and don't let anyone in." The deep voice gave another order, and the footsteps slowly began to fade away.

Qin Cang breathed a sigh of relief, but the tension still lingered. He knew he had only escaped a momentary crisis; the enemy could return at any moment, or replace patrols. If he were discovered, the consequences would be disastrous. Even so, Qin Cang remained vigilant. A single thought revolved in his mind: He had to notify Xiaohu as soon as possible. If this intelligence wasn't delivered in time, the operation would likely fail.

However, what Qin Cang needed most at this moment wasn't hasty action, but rather a more cautious and calm judgment. Xiaohu's presence had always been a pillar of support in his operations. His reactions were quicker than anyone else's, and his alertness reassured Qin Cang. But now, everything became even more complicated—even if Xiaohu could arrive quickly, whether he could arrive on time and react in the shortest possible time remained uncertain. Time was ticking away, and Qin Cang could clearly sense the subtle threat approaching step by step.

"I must contact Xiaohu." Qin Cang repeated it in his mind.

He gently fished out a small signal device from his bosom. This was his only means of communicating with Xiaohu. A faint light reflected from the metal surface of the signal device. Qin Cang's fingers trembled slightly, but he quickly activated the device. A low humming sound emanated from the device as it powered up. Qin Cang's heartbeat and the sound intertwined, like two electric currents colliding fiercely within his heart. If the signal was transmitted successfully, he would arrive in time. But if it wasn't, the consequences... were unimaginable.

"I hope he can receive it." Qin Cang whispered to himself. The pressure in his heart made him almost breathless.

A faint light flickered on the device's display; the signal was being transmitted, but there was still no response. Qin Cang's eyes were fixed on the screen, his palms beginning to sweat slightly, as if even this brief wait had become an unbearable burden. He knew that if he missed this opportunity, he would have no more time to find a second chance to escape.