Strongest Soldier King

After meeting up with the enemy, the truck stopped, presenting its side towards Luo Zheng who hadn't yet taken action. A large group of armed militants jumped out of the truck. Luo Zheng observed everything with a cold gaze: brows deeply furrowed, eyes ice-cold, teeth clenched, his expression dark and frightening. Seeing that the enemy's truck had stopped, he decisively aimed at the truck's tires and, without a moment's hesitation, blew out the tires, preventing the group from using the truck to make their escape.

Without the truck, the militants were organized by their leader. A few dozen stayed behind to cover the retreat while the rest quickly withdrew with the farmer. Luo Zheng was so angry that fire seemed to spurt from his eyes. He squeezed the trigger of his sniper rifle again, and with two "swoosh" sounds, two militants were shot in the head and fell to the ground.

"Dada, dada!" After determining Luo Zheng's concealed position, the militants didn't hesitate to open fire. However, the effective range of their AK47s was only four hundred meters, which posed no threat to Luo Zheng who was six hundred meters away. But the maximum lethal distance of the AK47 is 1350 meters, and the maximum range is 3150 meters, so they could still threaten Luo Zheng from six hundred meters away, especially with dozens of men firing at once with bullets flying chaotically. Luo Zheng didn't dare to take such a risk and had no choice but to retreat.

Luo Zheng moved to another safe position to peek, only to see the enemy splitting into three groups. Ten or so continued to lay down fire on his previous location, while the rest split into two groups to flank him from both sides. If they managed to surround him, his death was certain. Luo Zheng looked up with a glance at the other retreating enemies and the farmer who was still struggling; his lungs nearly burst with rage.

Without dealing with these enemies, there was no way to pursue the others. Unless he took a long detour, which would be time-consuming and exhausting and would mean losing the trail. With no tracks to follow, how could he search the vast wilderness? At this thought, Luo Zheng angrily set up his sniper rifle again, taking aim at the enemy flanking him from the side.

There were about twenty militants, charging fiercely as if they were not afraid of death. Killing intent filled Luo Zheng's icy eyes as he unhesitatingly targeted one in the front. Through the sniper scope, Luo Zheng suddenly noticed a person among them wearing two grenades. He moved his gun's muzzle quickly, searching for the target.

Soon, Luo Zheng spotted a man with a beard, two grenades jumping up and down on his chest as he ran, howling, with an AK47 in his hands. Luo Zheng took a deep breath and aimed calmly, locking the crosshairs on one of the grenades on the man's body. The grenade bounced, making it difficult to aim. Luo Zheng relaxed his body and mind, patiently sensing the grenade's erratic movements: up, down, left, right.

Gradually, Luo Zheng felt as if he had established a connection with the grenade, sensing every swing accurately. Holding on to that feeling, he slowly squeezed the trigger. His thoughts moved with the swinging grenade. There was only the grenade in his eyes; only the grenade in his mind; everything else seemed to disappear. Caught in this trance-like state, Luo Zheng involuntarily pulled the trigger.

"Swoosh!" The sniper bullet carried Luo Zheng's calm and murderous intent as it whistled through the air, creating a sonic boom, tearing through the spatial barrier, tracing a beautiful arc.

"Boom!" An explosion sounded, flesh and blood flew in all directions, smoke billowed, and the other militants, caught in their sprint, were flung by the powerful blast. Shrapnel from the grenades hit them. Screams tore through the wilderness, drawing the attention of the other militants as a shadow of death loomed over the land.

After the shot, Luo Zheng exhaled deeply, releasing all his frustration, and quickly made his move. He took the opportunity to pick off the few remaining enemies. The enemy on this flanking path was now thoroughly dealt with. Luo Zheng didn't even have time to celebrate; he quickly ran to another side and discovered that the enemy was only about two hundred meters away, already ambushed. The explosion had also shaken them.

The distance was too close. Luo Zheng immediately switched weapons. The AK47 roared angrily, "Dada, dada!" Bullets laced with endless hatred and killing intent flew out, kicking up dust and spraying blood. The concealed enemy had no cover against Luo Zheng, who had the high ground. Caught by surprise, they sprinted away, retreating in disarray, leaving behind five or six bodies on the ground.

Luo Zheng continued scanning, bullets hot on the enemy's heels, and a few more were struck down, screaming in agony. Realizing something was amiss, the remaining enemies dropped to the ground for cover and quickly vanished from sight. Seeing no opportunity to take a shot, Luo Zheng ignored the continuous cries of the wounded soldiers and immediately switched to his sniper rifle, searching for enemies ahead.

In a daze, Luo Zheng spotted a figure sprinting from behind the enemy at about five hundred meters away. Surprised, he quickly shifted his sniper scope and realized it was the Gardener. He couldn't help but laugh. After checking other directions, he also spotted Scholar and Monk charging from different positions, fast as tigers descending a hill.

"Da da da!" The trio fired at the remaining enemies, venting the frustration of the Farmer's capture, particularly Scholar, who, driven by deep guilt, attacked fiercely. The enemies, distracted by Luo Zheng and intimidated by the presence of a sniper, dared not show themselves, never expecting to be attacked from behind.

The remaining militants were caught off guard and scattered in panic, but they couldn't escape the vengeful bullets of Scholar and the others. With everyone's precise gun skills combined with the surprise attack, most were quickly eliminated, and the rest were thrown into disarray, no match for them.

At this moment, Luo Zheng displayed the full power of a sniper, rapidly targeting any enemy that dared resist, each shot a headshot. As for those too scared to fight back, Luo Zheng left them to Scholar and the others.

The battle ended three minutes later. Luo Zheng, shouldering his weapon, quickly descended the hill. Seeing everyone gathering near a few trucks having collected some weapons, he hurried over, picking up a few magazines along the way to replenish his spent ammo, and from afar, he saw Gardener giving a thumbs up, shouting, "Brother, well done!"

"If only we had left a truck as a spare," Monk remarked somewhat wistfully.

"Let's look for tools to switch the two good tires from this truck onto another one," Scholar proposed, eyeing the truck beside him.

"Good idea," Gardener agreed and hurried to check the driver's cab.

"Good job," Scholar said to Luo Zheng as he ran over. "Gardener's looking for tools to change tires. We three will collect dog tags. Brother Farmer's safety is crucial, but it doesn't hurt to gather some tags while we're at it."

"Alright," Luo Zheng and Monk replied, and the three quickly spread out, searching the corpses on the ground and collecting dog tags. Seeing Gardener removing a tire, Luo Zheng and Monk handed the tags to Scholar and rushed to help. With a vehicle, they might catch up with the enemy.

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