Strongest Soldier King

The valley was definitely not an option, Luo Zheng ran erratically in the opposite direction, dodging the bullets that were shot at him, the uneven hillocks under his feet like open roads, the continuously rising mounds offering cover for his figure. The pursuers fired wildly in frustration, venting their fury to no avail, before spreading out under the leader's command, attempting to encircle him from both sides.

"Da da da!" A barrage of bullets caught up with Luo Zheng's pace again, nearly nipping at his heels, frightening him to the point where the hairs on his body stood on end, tensing up as he pushed himself to move faster, opening his mouth as wide as possible to ensure he could take in enough air for his lungs, with nothing but the whooshing of the wind left in his ears, his complexion turning red from the lack of oxygen.

Another burst of machine gun fire swept towards him, and Luo Zheng had a big scare. With its long range and rapid firing speed, the machine gun's sweep covered a large area; it was hard to dodge and there was a high risk of getting hit. Luo Zheng felt an overwhelming sense of death looming over him, his breathing hitched, blood rushing to his head, and he instinctively rolled on the ground.

"Bang bang bang!" A dense volley skimmed over the top of his head, like the scythe of the Death God, the hot bullets almost setting the surrounding air on fire, a suffocating oppressiveness flooding his mind. Luo Zheng had never felt death so close, panting heavily, wishing he could suck all the surrounding air into his lungs to calm his rapidly beating heart.

The gunfire from behind was getting closer. Luo Zheng dared not linger, he pushed off the ground with his feet, his body shooting forward like a cannonball, covering a dozen meters in a blink and maneuvering around a small mound. Ahead lay a small hollow—not very big, with surrounding hillocks that weren't very high, yet it was an ideal spot for an ambush. An idea flashed through Luo Zheng's mind as he swiftly pulled off a hand grenade; he didn't even bother pulling the pin, just dropping it on the bare ground. It was easily noticeable, but Luo Zheng bet that the frantically chasing enemies would only have eyes for him and not pay attention to what was underfoot.

As he ran, Luo Zheng dropped five grenades in inconspicuous places, quickly rushing up a mound before lying low. He had just set up his gun when more than a dozen people charged over the hill, howling chaotically, and soon entered the hollow. Through the sniper scope, Luo Zheng noticed that their running path was a bit far from the first grenade, so he swiftly shifted his aim towards another group of enemies and decisively pulled the trigger.

"Whoosh!" A headshot exploded, scattering red and white matter, creating a grotesque painting in midair.

The enemies, taken aback by the sudden turn of events, scurried for cover. Luo Zheng herded them all towards the area of the first grenade with a cold smirk crossing his iron-like face. Aiming the sniper scope at the grenade, he waited until the enemies were closer, then without any hesitation, he squeezed the trigger.

"Boom!" The explosion roared to the sky, flashes of red light consuming the lives of the men, and when the smoke cleared, the ground was littered with limbs and flesh, those not killed instantly rolling on the ground in agony, groaning, their blood staining the earth red.

Luo Zheng watched the scene unfold with a calm detachment, while using the familial "Breathing Skill" to rapidly regain his strength, he once again aimed at a group of five or six enemies rushing from another direction. Spread out wide and approximately two hundred meters away, Luo Zheng took quick, precise shots, taking down enemies on either side. The scattered enemies unwittingly bunched together, approaching the vicinity of the second grenade.

Seizing the rare opportunity, Luo Zheng's tiger-like eyes narrowed as he watched the enemies step by step into the trap of death, a cold smile playing on his lips. He ruthlessly pulled the trigger, the bullet sliding into the chamber with a crisp clink before roaring out with the sinister smile of the Death God. It hurtled towards its target as lightning-fast as the shell ejected, flipped over, and lay still on the ground.

"Boom!" The roar of an explosion sounded again, dirt flying, shrapnel wreaking havoc, spinning at high speed, tearing through the barriers of space, ripping open the bodies of targets, shredding all obstacles. Screams rose and fell, the sorrow of death spreading through the desolate valleys. The pursuers behind threw themselves down for cover, their earlier arrogance extinguished.

Two grenades took out more than twenty people, Luo Zheng smiled with satisfaction and swapped to a new ambush point, continuing to observe the enemy situation ahead. His face calm and devoid of pity, his entire being wholly submerged in the world of combat, his mind harbored only one thought: slaughter, to shoot and kill all enemies trying to deprive him of his life.

There is no morality on the battlefield, only life and death, it's either the enemy dies or I live, simple and cruel. Having endured several life-and-death situations, Luo Zheng had adapted to this kind of life, the life of a soldier, the life of the strong. No need for impassioned slogans, no need for lofty righteousness, only the need to live, to fight for life. Those who have never been to the battlefield cannot comprehend the tragic heroism and helplessness involved.

To stay alive, Luo Zheng used every trick in the book. His cold eyes emitted a bloodthirsty red aura. Seeing the enemy rushing up from three different directions, getting within two hundred meters of him, he knew that if they encircled him, trapping him under their fire, he would have nowhere to hide. He decisively struck, targeting three additional grenades and opening fire swiftly.

"Boom, boom, boom!" Three explosions sounded, startling the chasing enemy, who once again dove for cover.

Though the explosions didn't cause much damage, they provided Luo Zheng with effective cover to retreat. Seizing the moment the enemy went to ground, Luo Zheng sprinted away, like a cheetah chasing its prey across the grassland. His movements were swift and light, his erratic running tracing a rhythmic arc, enigmatic and elusive—bullets having no use except to chase his heels.

Awhile later, as the terrain ahead turned complex and steep, Luo Zheng was overjoyed. Seeing the pursuers tightly on his trail, he didn't hesitate to plunge into the mountains, rushing up a ridge in a single breath and rolling to hide on the reverse slope. His gun pointed forward, he calmly began to watch. The pursuers were about four hundred meters away, and with an open field of vision from his advantageous elevated position, this was the best spot for sniping.

"Whiz, whiz, whiz!" Luo Zheng fired without hesitation, the precise shots immediately dropping five people, and the others quickly hit the ground for cover. With no solid fortifications to shield them, should even half a head be exposed, it couldn't escape Luo Zheng's remarkable shooting.

Under the command of their leader, the enemy divided into three groups, leaving around thirty men to counter-attack from the front, while the rest flanked from both sides. Once surrounded, there would be no escape. Luo Zheng planned to kill as many of the enemy as he could before they managed to encircle him, and after taking down another dozen or so, he saw the enemies from the sides closing in. Not daring to stay longer, he ran along the ridge.

Fighting a tactical retreat, he was confident he could wear down and exhaust this force of the enemy. As he ran, Luo Zheng looked up at the sky—the sun had set, and night was falling. If he couldn't shake off this group of pursuers before dark, the situation would become extremely dire. Luo Zheng dared not stop to counterattack anymore.

As he ran, the wind howled past his ears, making his eardrums buzz. Luo Zheng ran at full speed, not sparing a glance back at his pursuers. Ten minutes later, following the ridge line, he unknowingly arrived at a mountaintop. Upon seeing the scene ahead, his face turned pale with shock, revealing a look of disbelief.