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

"Don't move, don't move..." He prayed over and over in his heart, his hand already touching the grenade at his waist.

If Xiaohu were exposed, he would never let his brother die alone.

The Japanese approached a low bush and paused. A tall, thin sergeant seemed to notice something and looked down with a frown. Another soldier also stepped forward and pried at the grass with his bayonet.

The dense beads of sweat on Xiaohu's face gleamed in the moonlight. He held his breath and his whole body was so stiff that he almost trembled.

"Should we do it?" Countless thoughts flashed through Qin Cang's mind, and the sweat on his hands made the grenade slippery.

At this moment, the little tiger suddenly jumped out from the grass, like a frightened tit, ducked and scurried away, and after a few jumps, it entered another dense forest.

The Japanese soldiers were stunned for a moment, and then burst into a loud shouting. Bullets chased Xiaohu like raindrops, tearing the night apart and shredding the leaves.

"Damn it!" Qin Cang cursed and rushed out.

As he ran, he pulled out his gun and fired three shots into the air in an attempt to attract the attention of the Japanese.

"Over here!" he shouted hoarsely, using himself to divert some of the enemy's fire.

The dense forest suddenly became chaotic. The Japanese soldiers dispersed to pursue, gunshots rang out, wild animals were startled, and birds flew away in flocks.

Qin Cang darted through the forest, his figure as nimble as a ghost. He deliberately broke dead branches, luring the pursuers down another fork in the road. He was confident that Xiaohu would seize the opportunity to escape.

The wind whistled past his ears, and Qin Cang clenched his teeth. His blood was boiling from the intense exercise. He felt a sharp pain in his calf, and when he looked down, he saw a long cut on his trouser leg, blood slowly seeping out.

"It's okay, I won't die." He gritted his teeth and said to himself, but his steps did not stop at all.

There was a rocky slope ahead, which was hard to see clearly in the night, but with years of combat experience, Qin Cang keenly captured several places where he could gain leverage.

He leaped onto the rocks like a leopard, so fast that only a shadow remained.

The gunshots behind him gradually faded away, with only a few sporadic shots still ringing out.

Finally, he crouched down behind a huge rock, held his breath, and listened carefully with his ears perked up.

The night wind blew with the smell of blood, mixed with the anxious shouts of the enemy, but it was getting farther and farther away.

Qin Cang let out a long breath, with a fishy and sweet taste in his throat.

He did not leave in a hurry, but quietly circled back to where he came from, with only one thought in his mind - Xiaohu.

If anything happened to Xiaohu, he would never forgive himself in his life.

The forest was dark, with only a few night birds occasionally singing on the branches.

Qin Cang lowered his body and groped his way back step by step, his eyes searching in the darkness like a wolf.

Suddenly, he heard a very light cough.

His heart suddenly tightened, he tiptoed closer, pushed aside a bush, and saw the little tiger curled up under a big tree root, his face pale and his legs stained with blood.

"Xiao Hu!" Qin Cang lowered his voice, rushed over, and helped him up.

Xiaohu gritted his teeth, sweat dripping down his forehead: "Lao Qin... I'm fine, I found the route..."

Qin Cang felt a lump in his throat and almost burst into a curse, but in the end he just gritted his teeth and carried Xiaohu on his back.

Xiaohu whispered in his ear, "There's an abandoned ditch two miles ahead that can bypass the Japanese sentry post... I can see it clearly..."

Qin Cang listened as he retreated towards safety. He could feel Xiaohu's body trembling slightly, a sign of weakness from blood loss, but Xiaohu clutched his shoulders tightly, his voice filled with a deep-seated pride and satisfaction.

"Lao Qin, I can do it." Xiaohu laughed softly in his ear, his voice light and distant, like the last falling leaf in the autumn night.

Qin Cang's throat tightened, he hummed heavily, and quickened his pace.

Xiaohu was breathing intermittently on his back, his body light and fluttering, as if it would be blown away at any moment. Qin Cang felt like a huge stone was weighing on his heart, and it was getting heavier and heavier as he walked, but he said nothing, only tightening his arms, fearing that his brother on his back would get hurt.

They passed through a dense forest, and ahead lay a shallow stream. Its water, cold and clear, swirled over the gravel. Qin Cang squatted down and gently placed Xiaohu on a clean, large rock. The moonlight shone on Xiaohu's pale face, and sweat still hung at the corners of his eyes.

"Wait, I'll take care of it." Qin Cang said in a low voice, and quickly took out a piece of clean cloth from his arms, tore it into thin strips, and carefully bandaged Xiaohu's bleeding leg.

Xiaohu clenched his teeth, not even making a sound, but just staring at Qin Cang with an indescribable trust and dependence in his eyes.

While bandaging the wound, Qin Cang secretly cursed himself for being soft-hearted. If he hadn't agreed so easily, how could he have let Xiaohu take the risk alone?

"Lao Qin..." Xiao Hu gritted his teeth, a faint smile on his lips, "I don't blame you... I wanted to go there on my own."

Qin Cang paused, his heart clenched. He didn't reply, but simply tied a knot, tightened it, and tightened it again, until Xiaohu frowned slightly.

"Can you hold on?" he asked in a low voice.

Xiaohu nodded heavily.

"Okay." Qin Cang stood up, his eyes sharp, like a sword drawn from its sheath. He knew that they couldn't hold out for long on their own. Someone had to come to their rescue, and the intelligence had to be delivered as quickly as possible.

He turned his head and looked into the depths of the woods, his eyes as cold as iron.

"Xiao Hu, we have to find Liu San." Qin Cang said in a low voice.

Xiao Hu gritted his teeth and responded, struggling to stand up by holding onto the rocks. Qin Cang held him up with his hands, and the two of them went upstream, one in front and one behind.

The forest grew increasingly quiet, so quiet that Qin Cang could almost hear his own rapid heartbeat. He knew that the enemy was already searching the mountain, but hadn't yet reached this area.

After passing through a pile of mossy rocks, the road ahead suddenly opened up to a small, hidden depression. A few crooked old locust trees stretched out their withered branches in the night, like old hands beckoning.

Qin Cang's eyes lit up, and he pulled Xiaohu into the locust tree forest. With the cover of the messy shadows of the trees, he reached the edge of the depression.

"Old Qin." A low voice sounded, and a dark shadow emerged from the bushes beside him. It was Liu San.

Liu San's face was covered in mud and his eyes were full of fatigue, but he became energetic when he saw Qin Cang.

"The route has been found." Qin Cang said in a low voice, his voice was very low, but it revealed an irrepressible eagerness.

Liu San's face changed when he heard this, and he nodded quickly: "I understand, I will contact the front line right away!"

Qin Cang held him back, his eyes threatening: "Take the secret code, be careful on the road, don't reveal your whereabouts."

"Don't worry!" Liu San grinned, revealing a row of white teeth. Before he finished speaking, he had already slipped into the darkness like a loach.

Qin Cang watched Liu San leave, his heart still clenched. He knew too well the dangers along the way. If he was exposed, Liu San would have only one fate.