Strongest Soldier King

The courtyard was flat with nowhere to hide, and the enemies that charged in hadn't expected an intrusion, caught off guard without mental preparation. They turned to flee, but how could legs outrun bullets? Luo Zheng picked them off one by one with precise shots, not a single one survived.

At that moment, the farmer, limping from a wounded leg, jogged over with an anxious expression and asked, "What happened?"

"It's nothing, take care of your wound yourself," Luo Zheng, with a grim face still flushed with the intent to kill, tossed the bottle of medicine to the farmer. Holding his gun, he kept a vigilant watch on the entrance to the courtyard. There were still enemies at the gate, and how they would react to the gunshots was unknown. They couldn't be left unguarded.

Glancing at the bodies strewn across the room and the blood-soaked floor, the farmer's face turned pale. He looked at Luo Zheng, whose youthful features were now shadowed with a grimness so deep it seemed water might drip from his face. The surging killing intent seemed capable of igniting the surrounding air. Shocked and yet touched, the farmer said, "Brother, I won't say much. My life is yours now."

"Hurry, we don't have much time," Luo Zheng spoke coldly, his eyes intently scouring the outside like the clear moon on the ninth day, missing no detail. The enemies weren't just at the front gate; they were at the back door too. The gunfire might bring them running. Moreover, after so much time, the enemy's main force should have returned. They couldn't be careless. Suddenly, several Black Shadows appeared in his line of sight. Luo Zheng's eyes, filled with raging killing intent, narrowed dangerously into sharp slits as he let out a fierce shout and unleashed a violent spray of gunfire at the Black Shadows.

The farmer knew this wasn't the time for sentimentality. He swiftly tore open the syringe packaging, sterilized, drew up the medication, injected it, and then snipped open the leg of his trousers. He poured alcohol on a cotton ball, clenched his teeth, and started to cleanse the wound. The alcohol stung his nerves and decaying flesh, causing the farmer to twitch in pain, sweat beading on his forehead. Still, he wiped the wound quickly. After a cotton ball became dirty, he took another, continuing until the wound was reasonably clean. Then the farmer sprayed the white medicine on the wound, and a surge of intense pain followed.

"Hiss—" The farmer almost passed out from the pain, but he didn't stop. Sweat dripped down his forehead, past his eyebrows, and into his eyes as he quickly dressed the wound with a bandage. Hearing the dense gunfire outside and bullets whizzing and ricocheting into the room, the farmer, his face now pale, looked worried. Spotting a gun on the ground, he grabbed it and scrambled to the doorway.

Luo Zheng, embroiled in combat with the enemy, added a trace of a smile to his otherwise calm face upon seeing the farmer join him, but the smile had a touch of bitterness. The farmer's gaze swept across the windows like cold stars and quickly noted the increased number of people in the yard, firing fiercely at the gate. His heart sank, and he leaned his body against the walled edge of the window and guiltily said, "Brother, it looks like we can't break out."

"Yeah, I didn't expect the enemy's main force to arrive so soon," Luo Zheng said with a bitter smile, taking cover behind the wall too. His mind was filled with concern for the Scholar and the others. A glance out of the corner of his eye at the numerous bodies on the ground convinced him their sacrifices were worth it.

"It's my fault for holding everyone back. The enemy locked me up in the utility room while their main force went out to give chase. Now that they've returned, it doesn't look good for them," the farmer said with a bitter tone, his face immediately marked by guilt and concern.

"By the way, did you see how many people their main force consisted of?" A flicker of suspicion crossed Luo Zheng's mind. He raised his gun to fire back, killing two enemies trying to advance after asking the question loudly.

"I estimated the enemy had a total force of about 120 men, and you hit them with an ambush, causing significant losses. At night, they were reprimanding in the yard, not expecting you to throw grenades in, killing more than twenty of them. I estimate about fifty are left, some defending the courtyard, the rest have gone to pursue. Oh, and there were five mercenaries, one left to guard, the other four joined the pursuit," the farmer replied earnestly.

"About fifty men," Luo Zheng asked in surprise. Seeing the farmer's affirmative nod, he couldn't help but listen carefully to the gunfire outside. After a while, Luo Zheng confidently shouted, "Judging from the gunfire outside, their total force isn't more than thirty men. Let's go for it—kill one, and it's a profit."

"Okay, I'll follow you. It's death either way, might as well go all out," the farmer roared, his murderous intent bursting forth. In moments of desperation, people can often unleash unbelievable potential. As a well-trained soldier, the farmer wasn't lacking in courage and didn't back down in the face of adversity.

"Da da da!" The intense gunfire continued, keeping the door and windows firmly suppressed, making it difficult to counterattack. Luo Zheng gritted his teeth in frustration while quickly lying on the ground. The earthen walls, compacted with soil, couldn't stop the barrage of bullets, pockmarked with transparent holes. Hot bullets whistled in, turning the room into a shambles. Standing was a death sentence, lying down offered a sliver of chance, but it wasn't a long-term solution.

Luo Zheng stuck the barrel of his gun out of the doorframe, firing furiously at where he predicted the enemy might take cover. The farmer did the same from the window, not daring to stick his head out to spot enemy positions, firing wildly for suppressive firepower to keep the enemy's brazen spirits at bay.

This passive way of fighting couldn't last long, which Luo Zheng knew all too well, but the enemy's firepower outside was too fierce, concentrated mainly on the door and windows. Rushing out was certain death. He needed to come up with a plan fast. In his panic, he caught a glimpse of two grenades hanging on a corpse not far away, and his eyes lit up with an idea.

On closer inspection, Luo Zheng saw other bodies also had grenades on them. These corpses were originally lined up outside, waiting for treatment, their weapons and ammunition still on them. They had just flooded into the house and were shot dead by his wild gunfire. An idea sparked in his mind, and he shouted with delight, "Brother, cover me with gunfire!"

The farmer, just having finished a magazine, looked at Luo Zheng in surprise. Without asking questions, he picked up two magazines from the ground, reloaded, and with a roar, began firing wildly outside the window, "Da da da!" The bullets, carrying the farmer's resentment and rage, roared away, leaving only the sound of casings falling to the ground, "put put."

Luo Zheng dragged the bodies next to him over and threw them directly at the door, creating a barrier. Then, he carefully crawled over, took off the grenades from the bodies ahead, and with a strong heave, tossed the bodies again, securely hiding behind the pile of corpses by the door. The barrier grew a little higher.

After repeating this process a few times, when about a dozen bodies were piled up at the door, a wall of bodies appeared, over a meter high. Bullets hit the corpses, making "put put" sounds, but none penetrated. Underneath the wall of bodies were about twenty grenades. When Luo Zheng collected two more grenades, he heard the farmer yell in distress, "Not good, the enemy is attacking from both sides!"