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

Chapter 511: Becoming One with the Enemy

"The enemy has noticed something." Xiaohu whispered, his tone unable to hide his nervousness, but also with a helpless calmness.

Qin Cang nodded. He didn't rush to respond. Instead, he stared ahead, his lips moved slightly, and he whispered, "We only have one way now—retreat."

A hint of surprise flashed across Xiaohu's eyes, but he quickly calmed down. To him, all of Qin Cang's decisions were tactical, and tactics were always determined based on the current situation.

"I understand." Xiao Hu responded in a low voice, moving quickly and approaching Qin Cang. "What are you going to do?"

Qin Cang's gaze remained fixed on the cave entrance. His heartbeat quickened slightly, and he could feel the tension and invisible pressure in the air around him. He knew the decision at this moment was crucial. If he hesitated even a moment, the enemy would discover their tracks, leading to an inevitable battle.

He pondered for a moment, then his pupils shrank slightly. He whispered, "I'll hold them back. You come around from behind and look for an opportunity to lead us through."

Xiao Hu nodded quickly. Although he knew the danger of this action, his trust in Qin Cang surpassed his own concerns. "Understood. I will be careful."

Before he finished speaking, Qin Cang had already vanished into the darkness without hesitation. His figure, swift and silent as a ghost, slipped behind a tree and into the enemy's sight. There was no hesitation in his mind, only calm judgment and swift decision. Since the enemy had sensed the danger, they would surely be on guard. At this point, the only way to buy time was to draw their attention to himself.

Qin Cang felt no fear, but instead an indescribable clarity. Every time he faced a life-or-death situation, his mind would become exceptionally clear. That state of calm, as if he had transcended all his troubles, entering a state of near-selflessness.

The enemy's footsteps were no longer as scattered as before, but gradually became more frequent. Qin Cang knew that the enemy had noticed their tracks. A flash of vigilance flashed through his mind, and he quickly retreated, trying to hide himself under the cover of trees and rocks, waiting for the most appropriate time.

As time passed, Qin Cang's mind involuntarily flashed back to those comrades who had fought alongside him. Many faces flashed by in the darkness. Each one was so familiar, and each farewell carried a deep longing. Now, all his thoughts and actions were simply to ensure that he could continue to live with these memories.

Finally, the enemy's footsteps were getting closer and closer, and it seemed that they had already reached the cave. Qin Cang no longer hesitated, stood up suddenly, and whispered, "Get ready and wait for me to act."

"Xiaohu, you stay on standby at the rear and be ready to retreat at any time." He whispered.

Xiao Hu nodded silently without saying a word, and quickly disappeared into the darkness. He understood that Qin Cang's orders were not negotiable, and at any time, they were acting for a common goal.

Qin Cang stared intently ahead. As the enemy gradually approached, his heartbeat quickened like a drum. He knew that this stalemate had reached a critical point of life and death. As his footsteps increased, he knew that the pressure he could withstand was also increasing. If they could not reverse the situation, their operation would be a complete failure.

He slowly drew the dagger at his side, the blade reflecting a cold gleam in the moonlight. Every inch of the sharp blade seemed to remind him that no matter how powerful the enemy was, he could only survive by risking his life.

"Come on." He whispered, the desire to fight in his heart was ignited again.

The enemy was right in front of him, and he could clearly sense their presence. Even though they were already alert, Qin Cang still had no intention of retreating. He was not afraid of facing the enemy, but rather looked forward to the battle with them, looking forward to the final fight in this life-and-death game.

As the enemy drew closer, Qin Cang's vision became sharper. At this moment, every subtle movement he sensed was paving the way for his next move.

Just when the enemy was about to enter the cave, Qin Cang suddenly jumped out, leaped up, and rushed straight towards the enemy in front.

The blade flashed, and the dagger brought a sharp cold wind, rushing straight to the enemy's throat. Qin Cang's eyes flashed with a cold light, and his movements were as fast as lightning, each strike was precise and accurate, and the enemy had no time to react, and he was defeated by his sword.

"It's too noisy." A hint of alert flashed through Qin Cang's mind, and then he quickly turned around to look at the cave. His heart tightened, and he finally discovered that in the depths of the hidden cave, a figure quietly appeared.

"It's Xiaohu!" Qin Cang made the judgment almost subconsciously.

Just as Qin Cang's blade was about to swing towards the enemy in front of him again, the figure of an uninvited guest suddenly appeared at the edge of his sight, like a black shadow, approaching him rapidly.

"Liu San?" Qin Cang's heart skipped a beat, his pupils shrank slightly, and he instantly felt an indescribable feeling.

The man before him was tall, his face completely obscured by a mask. Although dressed in black, his expression seemed strangely familiar. He had never expected someone to appear in this place—Liu San.

"Why are you here?" Qin Cang's tone was low and a little shocked. He originally thought that Liu San had died in the previous operation, but he didn't expect that he would appear here at this moment, still alive so strangely, and even become one with the enemy.

Liu San didn't answer immediately, his eyes dark, as if gripped by some unknown emotion. The moment of silence seemed to possess a depressing power, and the air was filled with an unspoken tension. Qin Cang looked into Liu San's eyes, countless questions flooding his mind, yet he couldn't articulate them.

Liu San suddenly spoke, his voice still a little hoarse and uncertain: "I know you will ask this question, Qin Cang."

Qin Cang's heart moved, and his eyes became sharp: "You know?"

"Yes." Liu San nodded gently, his eyes never leaving Qin Cang, "I'm not dead. I just... don't want you to know that I'm still alive." His words revealed a calmness and composure that was different from before. It seemed that he was no longer the passionate young man he used to be, but had a bit more unfathomable depth.

"Why?" Qin Cang's heart was swirling with complex emotions. He had always believed Liu San was dead, whether due to a mistake in battle or some other unknown reason. He couldn't understand or accept why Liu San suddenly appeared under such circumstances. More importantly, why did Liu San conceal his life or death?