Strongest Soldier King

"Quick, rush over and see what's happening, but stay alert," Luo Zheng shouted loudly.

The truck sped up toward the direction of gunfire. Soon, a valley appeared ahead. It wasn't very high and was quite spacious. The gunfire was coming from inside, interspersed with the explosions of grenades. They were only a few hundred meters away. The intense gunfire tightened everyone's hearts, and they all looked towards Luo Zheng.

"Drive in a bit further," Luo Zheng gritted his teeth and yelled, determination and a killing aura filled his face. His tiger-like eyes hardened as he gazed at the valley ahead, a raging desire for battle burning in his eyes.

The truck rushed into the valley and turned a corner, where the view ahead widened. The scene of the battle ahead took everyone by surprise. Countless people were ambushed on the surrounding hilltops, with concentrated firepower directed at several individuals in the valley. There were more than two hundred ambushing forces forming a huge pocket. Those who were ambushed could only shrink into depressions in the ground, occasionally fighting back. The situation was extremely critical.

"Stop the truck," Luo Zheng ordered through the sniper scope as he clearly saw the scene. He realized that those surrounded looked like his own people, with black eyes, black hair, and yellow skin, which clearly distinguished them from the East Yi Yun Members. He couldn't help but shout as he quickly opened the ammunition box and hung grenades on his clothing, shouting, "The ambushed might be other competing teams. They're running out of ammunition and have no cover. Later, you'll drive the truck to use it as a shield, distribute ammunition to them, and I'll flank from the side."

"One person driving over is enough; there are seven others fighting back. With enough ammunition plus the truck's cover, we should be able to hold off the enemy's attack. The three of us can sneak up from different spots," said Monk, his face somber, as he quickly made the suggestion.

"No, if we split our forces, the sneak attack won't mean much. After joining up with them, focusing our firepower to break through the encirclement is the correct approach," Luo Zheng refused without hesitation. He hung thirteen grenades on himself, slipped the last two sniper magazines into his waistband, slung the AK47 on his back, tied an ammunition belt around his waist, and inserted five AK47 magazines onto the belt. Along with a handgun, an M9 bayonet, and a small knife, he was well-armed.

After ensuring he had enough ammunition, Luo Zheng surveyed everyone with a calm gaze, his eyes piercing as he said in a low voice, "Be careful, and break out of the encirclement as quickly as possible. I'll catch up with you."

"Take care of yourself," everyone reminded him in turn.

Luo Zheng nodded and jumped off the truck without hesitation. After scanning his surroundings, he locked onto the highest peak nearby and ran towards it. The undulating hills couldn't impede Luo Zheng's steps. Having run through the jungle, he sprinted across the mountainous terrain as swiftly as if it were flat ground.

Watching Luo Zheng vanish like the wind, Monk's face turned cold as he shouted, "Brothers, lock down both sides with the heavy machine guns; charge and kill!"

"Kill!" All of them roared in unison, their intense desire for battle flaring up. The heavy machine guns were positioned on both sides, and the truck was started again, quickly entering the battlefield. The heavy machine guns began to roar, their powerful bullets instantly making it impossible for those in ambush on both sides to raise their heads.

The sudden turn of events drew the attention of everyone on the battlefield, who watched incredulously as the roaring truck approached, looking like a mobile military fortress. The two mounted machine guns unleashed terrifying firepower. The surrounded individuals realized what was happening and laughed excitedly.

Monk drove the truck at full speed, quickly reaching a man hiding there. Using the truck to shield him from the gunfire, the man fiercely scrambled up from the depression and ran toward the back of the truck like a cheetah. He tumbled onto the truck, laying on it, warily watching Monk and the others. Their skin and eyes the same, he heard the crisp sounds of bullets striking the protective rails on both sides of the truck and couldn't help but laugh.

"Brother, are you okay?" The scholar was lying down in the truck bed, observing the enemy situation, and when he saw the person approaching, he couldn't help but ask, his gun unintentionally aiming at the other, just in case.

"I'm fine, who are you guys?" Hearing a familiar voice, the other party lowered their guard, shouting excitedly.

Realizing it was one of their own from the accent of the other's speech, the scholar also relaxed his guard. He peered out through the bullet-riddled canvas holes, shouting, "There are weapons and ammunition on the truck, help yourselves."

"That's great, all of our guys are out of ammo. Without you, we would've been done for here," the other person didn't hold back, crawling over quickly to pick up guns and ammunition. With a roll to the side, they took cover behind the truck's side rail. Looking through the bullet-ridden canvas, they locked onto the enemy's position and, without hesitation, opened fire with all their might.

Another person flipped into the truck. Seeing familiar faces firing back with all their might, they didn't ask questions, crawling low, not daring to lift their head, moving forward on hands and knees. They grabbed some ammunition, rolled to the side, and began shooting furiously at the outside.

More people climbed onto the truck, increasing the truck's retaliatory firepower. Suddenly, the truck screeched to a halt. Someone was carrying a wounded man onboard. The scholar quickly moved forward to help, dragging the injured aboard while urgently shouting, "Hurry, get on, we have to break through!"

Bullets pelted densely against the railings on both sides of the truck bed, making a ping-ping-pang-pang sound and sending sparks flying. The canvas shielding the truck was full of holes. Everyone lay flat inside, not daring to raise their heads too high, returning fire with determination. Their precise shots suppressed the enemy's arrogance, especially the formidable fire from two heavy machine guns, which made the enemy reluctant to show themselves.

Everyone climbed aboard. The scholar took a quick count: seven men and three wounded—ten in total, probably two competing teams. But now was not the time to talk. Monk, gauging that everyone was onboard, drove the truck swiftly. His body curled under the driving position, he occasionally lifted his head to check the road, then quickly ducked back down. In such a combat scenario, the driver was naturally the primary target. Monk didn't dare to tempt fate.

To everyone's relief, this truck was a modified vehicle. Perhaps even the East Yi Yun Members worried about being ambushed; vital parts had been reinforced with steel plates. Bullets sparked off the steel, posing little threat to those inside.

Suddenly, the body of the truck dropped, and its speed slowed. Everyone keenly sensed a tire had been shot out. Monk knew it too but still floored the accelerator, rushing ahead. They were close to breaking through the encirclement when a burst of gunfire hit the truck's front, and smoke began to rise from the hood—the engine suddenly stopped working, and the truck gradually came to a halt.

"What happened?" The scholar shouted aloud.

"The truck's front has been damaged by the heavy machine gun fire; it won't start," Monk replied loudly from inside.

"Get underneath, I'll get you a weapon," the scholar yelled.

"You got it!" Monk shouted, his fighting spirit erupting, he opened the door, rolled out in a flash, and with momentum, rolled twice under the truck.