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

Qin Cang's eyes remained calm and composed. "You are not wrong, but you are also wrong. Disobeying orders does not mean you can avoid mistakes. Instead, it will put you in greater trouble. This kind of mistake must not be made again."

Liu San clenched his teeth. He knew Qin Cang was right, but the humiliation was excruciating. As a soldier, he had never imagined being under such scrutiny. Every "keep a close eye" was like a knife, piercing his pride and ego. But who could he blame? Qin Cang's poor decision-making, or his own impulsiveness? He felt a thousandfold resentment and embarrassment, but ultimately, he couldn't find a single reason to refute it.

"Okay." Liu San replied in a low voice, his eyes filled with a helpless calmness. His tone was flat, yet it couldn't hide the repression within. He knew that no matter what, Qin Cang's decision was irreversible, and he had no choice but to accept it.

Qin Cang nodded. "You leave for now. Remember, I'm not punishing you. I just want you to be calmer. You need to re-evaluate your actions and decisions and stop being carried away by momentary impulses."

"Yes," Liu San replied, retreating with heavy steps. The anger and grievance in his heart refused to dissipate. He felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, as if the ground beneath his feet grew heavier with every step he took.

The moment Liu San walked out of the tent, a cold wind blew in his face, bringing a biting chill, as if to completely dispel the warmth around him. He stood in front of the tent, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his nails digging into the flesh, as if trying to relieve the increasingly intense anger and shame in his heart. Everything around him continued. The soldiers discussed tonight's situation under the light of the lamp. Several people laughed and talked about yesterday's battle and discussed strategies on how to defeat the enemy. But all this seemed to be far away from Liu San. There was only a blurred battlefield in his eyes, and the only words that echoed in his ears were Qin Cang's calm but ruthless words: "Xiaohu will keep a close eye on you."

He couldn't help but frown again, feeling an inexplicable sense of suffocation in his heart. Xiaohu's presence was Qin Cang's "reminder" to him, but also a manifestation of his distrust of him. Liu San knew that his impulsiveness had made Qin Cang no longer dare to trust him easily, and Xiaohu, this familiar and efficient investigator, would be the shadow that would never disappear.

"This is damn fate," Liu San muttered, his voice nearly carried away by the wind. Even if he was unwilling, he had no choice but to accept it. After all, Qin Cang's decisions had never been wrong, and yet he, time and again, had destroyed the calm and cautious look in his eyes with his impulsiveness.

He stood at the edge of the camp, gazing at the shadows in the distance. His inner anxiety made him pace back and forth unconsciously. His thoughts were in a tangle, unable to calm down. Was Qin Cang's decision wrong? Or was he simply unable to adapt to this battle with no escape route? Liu San gradually felt an invisible loneliness, and the longing in his heart seemed to be suppressed.

Meanwhile, Qin Cang sat quietly at his desk in his tent, scrawling his strategic plan word by word. The map before him had been re-marked with enemy movements, potential traps, and potential danger points. Qin Cang's vision was sharp, his thinking clear. Every calculation was based on precise foresight. He was confident that no matter how complex the situation, he could make a split-second decision and lead his team to a solution. Yet, a lingering worry lingered.

"If Liu San makes the same mistake again, it won't just be the mistake of one soldier, but the destruction of the entire team," Qin Cang muttered to himself, his pen pausing for a moment, his eyes darkening for a moment. He knew his orders had already put enormous pressure on Liu San, but sometimes, the price of victory is giving up something. Liu San, can he calm his emotions at this critical moment, make a calm judgment, and no longer make impulsive decisions? Qin Cang had already made his judgment in his heart, but he would not let Liu San's mistake go easily, because he knew that this army could not afford to make such a fatal mistake again.

"If you can survive this time, then you are worthy of trust again." Qin Cang said in his heart.

At this moment, there was a gentle knock on the door. Qin Cang raised his head and said calmly, "Come in."

The tent curtain was lifted, and in walked Xiaohu, a look of resignation on his face, but a calm glint in his eyes. Xiaohu was one of Qin Cang's right-hand men. His mission wasn't just to scout the enemy; he was also the army's "eyes" and "ears." He was extremely swift and decisive, executing any order in the shortest possible time.

"Xiao Hu, please sit down." Qin Cang pointed to the seat beside the table.

Xiao Hu nodded, walked over and sat down, his eyes sweeping over Qin Cang's hand, as if he could sense the deep pressure from the tip of the pen he was holding tightly. He knew very well that Qin Cang was not here to socialize, but had something to explain.

"Commander, what are your instructions?" Xiaohu asked in a low voice, his tone calm and with a hint of respect.

"I need you to keep a close eye on Liu San." Qin Cang's tone remained steady, his eyes revealing a calm resolve. "He's emotionally unstable right now and prone to making extreme decisions. You need to make sure he doesn't make the same mistake again."

Xiaohu was slightly stunned, then nodded, a hint of obscure light flashing in his eyes: "I understand. So what the commander means is..."

"Don't let him know you're watching him." Qin Cang's gaze slowly fell on Xiao Hu's face. "Keep your distance and observe his actions, but don't reveal your presence. We need him to calm down, not push him into a more intense reaction."

"Yes." Xiao Hu agreed without hesitation. He never compromised on Qin Cang's orders, always calm and decisive. "I will keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't make any impulsive decisions again."

"Okay." Qin Cang nodded. "You'd better understand that this is not just a surveillance of Liu San, but also the protection of the entire team. Liu San is quite prestigious in the army. If he commits the same offense again, the consequences will be unimaginable."

"I will, sir." Xiaohu's voice was low and firm.

Qin Cang stood up, walked to the table, and gently pinched his brow. He knew this test wasn't just for Liu San, but also for himself. Soldiers in the military were delicately minded; any inappropriate action could trigger a chain reaction. If Liu San couldn't find his place amidst this pressure, he would no longer be fit to be a member of the team. And Xiaohu was the only "eye" Qin Cang could rely on at this critical moment.