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

Liu San and Xiao Hu exchanged glances, both sensing something was amiss in the captain's tone. Xiao Hu hesitantly asked, "Captain, do you mean..."

Qin Cang closed his eyes slightly, his thoughts racing. He suddenly turned his head to look at the woods behind him, as if he had sensed some hidden movement.

"This is a feint to trick the enemy," he whispered, his tone calm but firm. "We're retreating, not to truly retreat, but to trick the enemy into thinking we've abandoned the mission. It's a feint, designed to lower their guard and expose more weaknesses."

Xiaohu understood instantly, a flash of shock in his eyes, but then it was replaced by excitement. "Captain, you mean that our retreat is actually doing what the enemy wants us to do, right?"

Qin Cang nodded, a hint of a sneer on his face. "Yes, if the enemy truly believes we've retreated, they'll surely lower their guard against us. And when they think we've become insignificant, we'll have the opportunity to strike back, figure out their intentions, and even discover loopholes in their plans."

Liu San's eyes lit up, and he suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment. "This is like making the enemy think we're powerless and let down their guard at any moment. In reality, we're forcing them to make even bigger mistakes."

"Exactly." Qin Cang took a deep breath and looked into the distance through the trees. "The enemy's deployment is always the most sophisticated. They expected that we wouldn't return immediately after retreating, but they didn't expect us to see their weaknesses. Now, as long as we follow the trend, there will definitely be cracks in the enemy's defense line."

He paused, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly waved his hand and gave an order: "Keep going, follow the plan."

The three of them continued forward, but this time, their hearts were filled with unusual determination. Qin Cang's eyes grew sharper, as if calculating the enemy's next reaction with every step. The unprecedented tension gradually transformed into a hidden power, surging within him.

As they approached the temporary camp at the foot of the mountain, Qin Cang's thoughts became more focused. He knew that the game had just begun, and the enemy's feints were just a clever trick. The truth of this puzzle would only be revealed in their reactions.

"Xiao Hu, Liu San," Qin Cang whispered, "Remember, this is just the first step. We're retreating not because we're afraid, but to trick the enemy into revealing their weaknesses. Every detail that follows must be handled with caution. We will continue to advance until we understand the enemy's true intentions."

Liu San nodded deeply, his eyes firm. "Captain, I understand."

Xiaohu nodded, his nervousness seemingly finding support in the captain's calmness and decisiveness. His eyes grew firm, as if he had finally found his place in this complex game.

The battlefield they were on was practically surrounded by mountains and forests. Although the enemy was outnumbered, their positions had the advantage of natural defenses. The war seemed to proceed according to some unseen pattern: the enemy always appeared at critical moments, seemingly anticipating their every move. This situation left Qin Cang extremely perplexed. He knew the enemy must be hiding some secret, and this secret might be the key to their victory.

"Liu San." Qin Cang suddenly spoke, his voice low but filled with an irresistible majesty. "Have you noticed that the enemy's actions always seem so precise, always able to react before we take action?"

Liu San stepped forward and knelt before Qin Cang, his hands tightly gripping the hilt of his sword, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. "I have indeed noticed something. It seems the enemy always makes decisions at critical moments, and their deployment of forces and tactical arrangements are also extremely efficient." He paused, looking up at Qin Cang, "but I have no idea as to the specific reason."

Qin Cang was silent for a moment, his gaze still fixed on the distant darkness. He knew that the outcome of a war often depended on seemingly insignificant details, and right now, it was these details that determined whether they could usher in the dawn of victory. The enemy's ability to react accurately at this critical moment was not simply luck, but rather the result of a highly efficient intelligence network operating behind the scenes.

"Liu San," Qin Cang finally spoke, "I suspect there's a secret communication system behind the enemy, or in other words, there's a traitor among us."

Liu San's expression instantly grew serious, and he felt a vague sense of unease. "General Qin, are you saying... the enemy might have an insider?"

Qin Cang nodded, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. "It's not just an inside job. I suspect the enemy may have already infiltrated our camp and passed on our movements to them at a critical moment."

Liu San took a deep breath, his fingers gripping the hilt trembling slightly. He didn't answer immediately, only lowering his head in thought. This situation was the most terrifying for any soldier. Once the enemy knew your every move, no matter what you did, you would be at a disadvantage. And the presence of a traitor meant the enemy wasn't just fighting an external battle; they were quietly planting a time bomb right next to you.

"What are you going to do?" Liu San asked, with a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

Qin Cang still didn't turn around. His eyes were fixed on the dark night sky, as if seeking some kind of answer. "We need to find the traitor and the enemy's secret communication system."

"But how are we going to find it?" Liu San asked, with a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

Qin Cang smiled faintly, a cold glint in his eyes. "The enemy must have thought we wouldn't easily detect their presence. Their communication system must be hidden somewhere. We only need to observe from the shadows, find clues, and gradually uncover this mystery."

Liu San nodded, a look of determination flashing in his eyes. "I understand. I'll start now."

Late at night, the soldiers in the camp remained slumbering. The campfire had grown dim, with only scattered sparks dancing in the air. Liu San cautiously patrolled the perimeter of the camp, his knife emitting a cold, cold light. His heartbeat quickened, and his steps grew lighter and lighter, until they were almost imperceptible. His eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for any suspicious signs. Suddenly, he stopped, lowered his head, and spotted a faint trace on the ground—a barely identifiable footprint.

Liu San murmured to himself, "These aren't our soldiers..."