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

Liu San snorted coldly, a trace of fatigue in his eyes. "Xiao Hu, you're still too young. There are many things you don't understand. Wait until you experience it a few more times, when you see your brothers fall one by one, then you'll understand - the captain's orders are not always correct. On the battlefield, everyone's life is their own. No one should try to make decisions for others."

Xiao Hu frowned, feeling a little uneasy. Liu San's words made him feel conflicted. He knew the cruelty of the battlefield, and he also knew that he was indeed much simpler than Liu San, but he still didn't want to believe that Qin Cang would make a mistake.

He hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at Qin Cang, only to find him still sitting there, silently cleaning his gun, as if he hadn't heard their conversation at all. That indifferent look made Xiao Hu a little uneasy. He knew Qin Cang wasn't someone who liked to argue, but this incident had clearly affected him.

Xiao Hu was anxious and quickly walked to Qin Cang, whispering, "Captain Qin, you and Brother Liu San, stop doing this. We are all brothers. If this continues, the atmosphere in the team will become very bad."

Qin Cang paused for a few seconds before slowly putting down the gun in his hand. He looked up at Xiaohu, his eyes still calm, but with a hint of fatigue: "Xiaohu, do you think I'm doing this to prove myself?"

Xiao Hu was stunned by the question, then quickly shook his head: "No, I know you're not that kind of person. I just... I just think that you two shouldn't be in such a mess."

Qin Cang was silent for a moment, then he sighed softly and spoke in a low voice: "Liu San is a good soldier. He has more experience than you and hates the enemy more deeply than you. He has his reasons, but I have my responsibilities. I can't let the team become a force without bottom line, but I can't let it become weak either. I must find a balance between the two, but this path... is difficult."

Xiaohu stared at Qin Cang in a daze, his heart suddenly filled with mixed feelings. He had always thought Qin Cang was a steadfast man, an unwavering leader, but now he realized that Qin Cang was actually struggling internally. He was not an emotionless decision-maker, but rather someone who shouldered too much responsibility and too much unspeakable pain.

Qin Cang's eyes grew dark, and his tone carried a hint of helplessness: "Liu San won't understand. He only sees the blood and hatred in front of him, and nothing further. I can understand him, but he may not understand me."

Xiao Hu opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately remained silent. He suddenly realized that he couldn't truly understand either Liu San or Qin Cang's thoughts. He was too young, too inexperienced, to fully grasp the weight of this war.

The crackling campfire in the campground illuminated the tense and gloomy atmosphere of the night. Qin Cang sat at a simple wooden table, a crumpled map spread out beside him. Red and black markings crisscrossed the map, like the tangled threads of fate on a battlefield. His gaze was solemn, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the corner of the map, his mind swirling with the day's arguments.

Liu San's unconvinced look still lingered in his mind. It was filled with anger, dissatisfaction, and, more than anything, questioning. Qin Cang understood the source of Liu San's anger. He had seen too many comrades die before his eyes, and had long since taken life and death to an extreme, with every decision carrying a bloody price. But Qin Cang couldn't, and wouldn't, follow Liu San's path.

His responsibility is not only to survive, but also to ensure the survival of more people. However, Liu San may not understand this responsibility.

"Captain Qin."

A deep voice interrupted his thoughts. It was Xiaohu.

Qin Cang didn't look up, but just replied calmly: "What's the matter?"

Xiaohu hesitated for a moment, took a few steps closer, his eyes fell on the map, he glanced at the red and black marks, pursed his lips slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but was a little hesitant.

Qin Cang noticed it and finally raised his eyes to look at the young soldier. Xiaohu's face was still a little uneasy, even confused. He whispered, "Captain Qin, are you still thinking about Brother Liu?"

Qin Cang didn't answer directly. Instead, he gently tapped a spot on the map with his fingertips and said in a flat tone: "Liu San is a good soldier, but he is not a good commander."

Xiaohu frowned: "But he is very experienced..."

"Experience isn't everything," Qin Cang interrupted, his eyes sharp. "Experience on the battlefield can help you survive longer, but it can't help you win. Liu San's experience taught him that killing can solve problems, but he forgot that killing alone can't win a war."

Xiao Hu was stunned for a moment, and the cold eyes and words that Liu San had said during the day flashed through his mind. He had always respected Liu San and thought he was one of the most reliable people in the team, but now, Qin Cang's words made him waver.

Qin Cang didn't continue the conversation, instead returning his attention to the map. His fingers slid lightly across the map, his brow furrowing slightly. "Based on the enemy's marching speed, they should be near here tomorrow..." He pointed to a black mark on the map. "This is their inevitable route. We can set up an ambush here, but the problem is..."

He paused, his brow furrowing even more tightly. "If the enemy's route is different from our estimate, and there's even a slight deviation, our ambush might fail, or we might even be exposed."

Xiaohu stared at the map, his brows gradually furrowing. He was young, after all, and while his marksmanship was impressive, he didn't yet have a deep understanding of tactics. He pondered for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Should we prepare for both scenarios?"

Qin Cang nodded, his eyes flickering slightly: "That's exactly what I thought."

He picked up a charcoal pencil and quickly sketched several new routes on the map, his eyes steady and focused. "If the enemy doesn't advance along the planned route, we'll have to adjust our ambush points immediately. This requires our team to maintain high mobility and be ready to adjust our positions at any time."

Xiaohu watched him quickly sketch out tactics, and a sense of awe suddenly rose in his heart. At this moment, he suddenly realized that his understanding of Qin Cang was too shallow. Qin Cang was not just a captain, not just a calm warrior, he was the backbone of the entire team, and what he was thinking about was far more complex than any of them.

"But what if the enemy really discovers us?" Xiaohu couldn't help but ask.

Qin Cang stopped what he was doing and remained silent for a moment, his eyes as cold as a knife: "Then we must be prepared for a hard fight."

Xiaohu's heart tightened, and he couldn't help swallowing. Fighting head-on would mean a true life-or-death struggle, bullets piercing flesh and blood, the possibility of never returning to camp, and... someone would die.