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

“Old Qin…Old Qin!” Zhang Ergou rushed forward, almost throwing himself in front of Qin Cang, his voice trembling uncontrollably. “There are pursuers behind…behind us! There are quite a few of them! They’re moving at an alarming speed!”

Qin Cang immediately squatted down, put one hand on Zhang Ergou's shoulder, and stared at him intently: "How many people are there? What equipment?"

Zhang Ergou panted heavily, his eyes filled with panic and fear. "At least two platoons! And the police dogs... Damn, the dogs have such sharp noses, I almost lost them!"

When Qin Cang heard the word "police dog", his heart skipped a beat.

Police dogs not only have a keen sense of smell but also possess exceptional tracking abilities. In such weather and terrain, they can easily sniff out the scent left by humans and silently close in on their prey. Even more terrifying, if exposed, they have virtually no terrain advantage in this muddy woodland.

Xiaohu's expression changed as he stood by. He gritted his teeth, his mind racing through the various scenes of his escape. The oppressive feeling of being pursued by invisible murderous aura once again swept through his heart without warning.

Qin Cang narrowed his eyes, a fierce glint in them. He knew he couldn't wait. Although the forest was vast, the enemy's pace wouldn't slow down. If they stayed where they were, they would just be waiting to be killed.

He immediately lowered his voice and said, "Liu San, take two people and disrupt the path we're taking. Sprinkle some smoke powder to confuse the dogs' sense of smell. Hurry!"

Liu San responded, immediately called two team members, turned back quickly, and disappeared in the rain and fog like three ghosts.

Qin Cang looked at Lao Yang again: "Lead the rear team, speed up and increase the distance."

"I understand!" Lao Yang answered straightforwardly and moved very quickly.

Qin Cang finally patted Xiao Hu on the shoulder and whispered, "Follow me closely. Don't fall behind. Do you hear me?"

Xiaohu gritted his teeth, the sound almost squeezed out from his throat: "I heard it!"

The team started moving again, three times faster than before, but everyone deliberately lowered their steps and tried not to make any noise.

After walking for a while, Qin Cang suddenly stopped in front of a low bush and raised his hand to signal everyone to lie down.

He lay in the mud, his ears pressed to the ground, listening quietly.

The sound... was very soft, but very rhythmic. The sounds of footsteps, dogs barking, and tiny shouts were getting closer and closer from behind them.

My heart felt like it was being pressed down by a huge rock.

Qin Cang raised his head with a cold look in his eyes. He immediately turned around and made a few gestures to Lao Yang behind him.

Disperse. Lure the enemy. Break through with the main force.

Lao Yang understood it immediately and waved his hand to command a small group of people to quietly move to the right to lure away the enemy.

Xiao Hu lay beside Qin Cang, his body tense as a string about to snap. He listened to the approaching footsteps, mixed with the barking of dogs and heavy breathing, and felt as if the blood was about to burst from his eardrums.

Qin Cang whispered, "Don't panic. Remember, our lives are in our own hands. Follow me, not a single step behind."

Xiaohu nodded vigorously, his throat so dry and painful.

Just as they adjusted their position, a shrill dog bark suddenly came from the woods in the distance, followed by a series of hurried footsteps.

What did the enemy discover?

Qin Cang's eyes turned cold and he growled, "Go!"

The team immediately rushed towards the rocky slope ahead like a gust of wind. Xiaohu gritted his teeth and followed behind Qin Cang. The mud and water under his feet splashed, hitting his face and eyes, but no one dared to stop.

The sound of pursuers was getting closer and closer, and the barking of the police dog was almost tearing the air behind him. Xiaohu looked back, and his heart suddenly sank - in the darkness, several dark shadows had already passed through the bushes and were rushing straight towards him!

A sense of ruthlessness rose in Xiaohu's heart. He gritted his teeth, suddenly pulled out the dagger from his waist, quickly cut a bloody wound on the path behind him, and scattered the little cigarette powder he carried with him.

The strong smell of blood mixed with cigarette powder immediately filled the air.

Qin Cang took a glance and a hint of approval flashed in his eyes.

He knew that although Xiaohu's move was dangerous, it could effectively disrupt the police dog's sense of smell and gain even a few tens of seconds - on the verge of life and death, every second is gold.

Finally, they rushed to the stone slope.

Qin Cang sprinted to the top of the hill, quickly glanced back, and confirmed that the main force had caught up. Then he lowered his voice and shouted, "Split into two groups and cover the advance! Quick!"

The team quickly dispersed, and Xiaohu followed Qin Cang closely, nimbly climbing over rocks and mud, moving forward almost on instinct and the desire to survive.

The enemy's shouts and the barking of dogs were so close to my ears that I could almost feel their breathing.

Xiaohu's heart was pounding and the wound on his leg was tearing painfully, but he gritted his teeth and said nothing, just staring at Qin Cang's back in front of him.

There was only one thought left in his mind - I can't leave! I can't die here!

Suddenly, a huge cliff appeared in front of us, and below the cliff was a pitch-black abyss, and not even an echo could be heard.

Qin Cang stood at the edge of the cliff, looked back, his eyes as cold as a knife, and asked in a low voice: "Do you dare to jump?"

Xiao Hu's eyes were red, his face covered in mud and blood. Without the slightest hesitation, he gritted his teeth and roared, "Dare!"

Xiaohu's shoulder hit a protruding rock, and the severe pain almost made him breathless. But he gritted his teeth and forced himself to get up, even though every inch of his body seemed to protest.

After rolling twice, Qin Cang quickly stabilized his body and immediately stood up from a half-squat. The first thing he did was not to check his injuries, but to look back for Xiaohu.

"Little Tiger!"

He lowered his voice, but it was filled with anxiety.

"Here...here!" Xiaohu coughed a few times, his voice hoarse but clear.

Qin Cang let out a long sigh, quickly stepped forward, and pulled Xiao Hu up. When his palm touched the boy's cold and slippery arm, a trace of pity flashed through his heart, but his face did not show any fluctuation.

"Can you leave?" Qin Cang stared into Xiaohu's eyes, his voice low and powerful.

Xiaohu gritted his teeth and nodded: "Yes!"

Even though his face turned pale from the pain, he didn't even cry out.

Qin Cang's heart sank. Xiaohu was too stubborn. This stubbornness was a strength, but also a danger—sometimes, the wounded were most afraid of holding on. But now was not the time to reason.

Qin Cang said nothing, just patted Xiaohu's shoulder and helped him move forward.

The fog thickened at the valley floor, and around them were faintly visible broken rocks and wind-worn tree stumps. Night was like a heavy curtain, swallowing up every detail. They had to find a place to stay quickly, otherwise they would be cornered by their pursuers sooner or later.

After crossing a gentle slope covered with gravel, Qin Cang keenly caught a glimpse of a faint light in the distance.