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

Chapter 539 Unstable Bomb

"Xiao Hu, help me secure these branches." Qin Cang's voice was steady, but his hands moved faster and faster. Every time he connected a branch, it was as if he was silently planning the future route. These were not just obstacles, but a line of defense he had carefully laid out for himself and his teammates. He didn't dare to slack off in any detail.

Although Xiaohu was a little puzzled, he still reacted quickly and began to help Qin Cang build a simple fence with branches. The fence was not complicated, but it was enough to give the enemy a slight illusion - if they thought the team had stopped, they might relax their vigilance.

Qin Cang's heartbeat remained unsteady. Every time the branches intertwined, the tension in his heart grew even greater. He knew this wasn't a perfect plan, but at this moment, he had no choice. His hands, though trembling slightly, maintained incredible precision. He intertwined the branches as tightly as possible, forming a defensive line to minimize the enemy's chance of detection.

When the last branch was in place, Qin Cang stood up and took a few deep breaths, trying to remain calm. He looked past the crude fence and gazed at the enemy not far away. He knew that he had given the enemy a seemingly vulnerable route, and that this might slow their pace. If the enemy continued in the original direction, they would surely fall into his carefully set trap.

"Xiaohu, get ready." Qin Cang said in a firm tone, his eyes fixed on the front.

Xiaohu stood aside, weapon clenched tightly in his hand, his eyes revealing a resolute determination. He looked at Qin Cang, feeling not only mixed emotions but also an inexplicable trust. He knew that no matter what the captain's plan was, he would give it his all and leave no one behind.

Qin Cang's eyes never shifted from the enemy's direction. He felt that every second counted. Time, at this moment, slowed to a crawl. As the branches were built, the enemy seemed to be getting closer and closer, and their footsteps gradually became clearer and clearer. Qin Cang could clearly hear the enemy's conversation becoming more and more rapid, as if they had noticed something was wrong.

But Qin Cang didn't look back. He knew he had no other choice. If the enemy didn't act according to his plan, then all this would become meaningless in an instant. Every detail could affect the entire situation, and he had to seize every possible opportunity to fight for his team's hope of survival.

"Captain, they are coming." Xiaohu whispered, with a hint of alertness in his nervous tone.

Qin Cang narrowed his eyes slightly, quickly assessing the enemy's route. The enemy remained unaware of their presence, continuing along their planned route, seemingly unsuspecting. Qin Cang knew this was an opportunity he must seize.

"Xiaohu, get ready." Qin Cang ordered softly, leaning forward slightly, ready to launch a counterattack at any time.

Qin Cang stood beneath the shelter of the trees, his gaze sharp as a blade, his heartbeat unusually steady, as if he could sense the invisible tension in the air. Every breeze, every swaying branch, every distant footstep became incredibly clear to him. He felt a strange calm in the dead of night, as if time had slowed down, allowing him to fully and clearly perceive every thought within him.

Yet, beneath this calm, a subtle unease began to grow. Qin Cang knew that Liu San's eagerness wasn't simply a desire to fight, but rather a rush to prove himself. Deep down, he harbored a desire for victory, coupled with an anxiety about maintaining control. It was this anxiety that caused Liu San to repeatedly ignore his situation, even becoming somewhat impulsive.

Qin Cang closed his eyes slightly, trying to calm his thoughts. The enemy was approaching, and time was running out. He knew that Liu San's impatience could easily become a stumbling block to their plans. Liu San was not just a soldier, but a man with a strong sense of self-esteem and a desire for control. His desire for success often led him to make overly radical decisions. And right now, this impatience was affecting his every move.

"Xiaohu, get ready." Qin Cang turned and whispered to Xiaohu, without any hesitation in his tone.

A flicker of doubt flashed in Xiaohu's eyes. He didn't fully understand the captain's meaning, but he didn't question it further, simply nodding. He knew the captain's judgment was always accurate. If the captain said prepare, it meant the situation was urgent. He adjusted his weapon, feeling the slight warmth in his palm, realizing that a decisive confrontation was about to begin.

"Captain, Liu San..." Xiao Hu hesitated for a moment, his eyes looking into the distance with some uneasiness, "How is he doing over there?"

Qin Cang's eyes darkened slightly, becoming even sharper. "Liu San is too impatient," he whispered, his tone heavy. "He's completely driven by impulse right now. If he continues like this, he'll definitely cause unnecessary trouble."

Xiaohu's brow furrowed. He knew Liu San's character well: impulsive and poor at considering consequences. Every decision the captain made was carefully considered, but Liu San often overlooked details, relying too much on his instincts and impulses. A trace of worry rose in Xiaohu's heart. The team's safety depended on the captain's command, and Liu San's performance was undoubtedly a destabilizing factor in this battle.

"Captain, should we..." Xiaohu suggested in a low voice, but did not say it out loud.

Qin Cang raised his head, his eyes deep and calm. He glanced into the distance, his gaze piercing the thick night, as if he could see Liu San's figure, his anxious mind approaching. He knew that the more anxious Liu San was, the more likely he would make a mistake. And once that mistake occurred, the consequences would far exceed his expectations.

"We can only wait." Qin Cang's voice was low, but his words were filled with unshakable determination, "Wait until Liu San realizes the problem himself."

Xiaohu fell silent. He knew the captain had made a decision, a decision that was well-considered. Although he was still uneasy, he didn't dare question Qin Cang's decision. He refocused his gaze on the distance, vigilantly observing the enemy's movements.

Time seemed to stand still, each second stretched to an inordinate length. Qin Cang's heart beat rhythmically, and he could feel every drop of blood coursing through his body. He looked past Xiao Hu, fixated on the darkness ahead, where the shadow of an enemy loomed, gradually approaching.