Strongest Soldier King

On the battlefield, no one understood the terror of a sniper better than another sniper. While rolling, Luo Zheng dared not get up and run; that would have been as good as delivering himself to death. Rolling not only needed to continue, but it had to be quick and erratic in changing positions, or else death was certain. Driven by the desire to survive, Luo Zheng almost moved with both hands and feet, constantly rolling on the ground without even a moment to think.

Luo Zheng instinctively curled up, rolling aimlessly and quickly. His entire body's hair stood on end, cold sweat like paste, his mind somewhat stalled. An overpowering sense of danger enveloped him, making Luo Zheng feel as if his entire strength was bound, his heart had stopped beating, and his soul started shivering in fright.

"Am I going to die?" Luo Zheng was terrified to the extreme, his pale face devoid of any blood color, his mind buzzed, and everything went blank.

"Whoosh!" The sharp sniper bullet tore through space, emitting a horrific, piercing scream, like the Death God's sinister laugh.

At this moment, Luo Zheng realized he couldn't think, couldn't move, didn't even want to move anymore. If he was to die, then so be it, he simply closed his eyes. A sharp pain in his calf swept through his mind, turning his pale brain somewhat conscious, Luo Zheng felt his body being lifted up.

"Is this death?" Luo Zheng suddenly entered a trance-like state, everything around seemed isolated, no people in sight, no sounds heard. "Am I really dead? So this is what death feels like. I wonder if my family can withstand the shock of my death, and that Ice Beauty, Lan Xue, who would tenderly smile for me, will she be heartbroken for me? After all, I've failed everyone..."

"Crack!" A sound of something breaking startled Luo Zheng, and he felt his body jolt back, surprised. "Isn't it said that there's no sensation after death? Didn't I just feel nothing? Why do I feel pain, and something whooshing by my ear?"

In his surprise, Luo Zheng opened his eyes. The sky was still the familiar sky, the surroundings still the familiar cliffs. He was startled, and awareness flooded into his mind again. Luo Zheng suddenly realized his body was falling rapidly, greatly alarmed, he instinctively twisted around but couldn't muster any strength.

"Crack!" His body hit a branch, bouncing back up, continuing to fall. A tremendous pain in his calf stimulated his brain nerves. At that moment, Luo Zheng suddenly calmed down, realizing he was falling off a cliff. A fall from over a hundred meters was certain death, no better than being shot dead earlier — at least that would have landed him the reputation of dying in battle. Falling to his death felt bitterly hopeless.

"Thud, thud, splashing!" His body continuously hit branches, slowing the fall slightly, and then with a thump, he hit the ground.

"Ah—!" Luo Zheng screamed in agony, the excruciating pain stimulating his somewhat dazed brain back to awareness, his entire body tensed, muscles stiff, he dared not move an inch. His mouth in pain, he looked up at the sky while lying on the ground, noticing several branches had been broken, the night sky above the towering cliff grew denser.

After waiting a while, Luo Zheng felt the nerve pain becoming somewhat numb. His brain gradually regained thinking ability. This time, supporting himself with both hands, he gritted his teeth and slowly sat up. He saw a bloody hole on his calf, fresh blood still oozing out, his knee joint also dislocated from the fall, and the branches had absorbed much of the falling momentum, or else he would have been certainly dead.

"Even this didn't kill me, it seems King of Hell dares not take me in," Luo Zheng thought with self-mockery, carefully examining his wound. The leg wound didn't reach the bone. A large chunk of flesh had been torn away by the bullet. Although it wasn't fatal, if not treated promptly, the leg would likely be ruined. More critical was the dislocated knee, which would also ruin the leg if not set back in place promptly.

"Bastard, why didn't you aim for the head," Luo Zheng angrily shouted at the cliff, his raging fury and despair mixing together, his blood-red eyes almost spewing fire. His chest heaved, taking deep, coarse breaths, thinking of the future, and thinking of Lan Xue, Luo Zheng's heart filled with towering hatred.

This hatred completely erupted when a figure in a camouflage suit holding a sniper rifle appeared at the cliff's edge—this bastard had shot him. Furious, Luo Zheng suddenly felt filled with strength and a thirst for revenge. Glancing around, the sniper rifle was three meters away, an AK47 strapped to him, he gritted his teeth and started crawling toward the sniper rifle.

Dragging his bloody leg, Luo Zheng forgot the pain, consumed by a single thought: Hurry, hurry more. The enemy could take a finishing shot at any time. A three-meter distance he usually could have jumped over now felt so distant, so unreachable.

Fortunately for Luo Zheng, the person above did not shoot, perhaps because dense branches obscured their view. Luo Zheng couldn't afford to think further, using his arms to forcefully crawl forward, his eyes fixed on the sniper rifle. Finally, the sniper rifle in hand, Luo Zheng felt his strength surge again. He bit his lip and rolled twice, hiding behind a large tree, checked the sniper rifle—it wasn't broken.

Luo Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. With a gun in hand, his spirit soared. Luo Zheng, who had come close to death, was ready to go all out, pulling out the sniper bullets from his body, loaded it, and peeked upward. The enemy was still rapidly searching through the sniper scope, his face full of a chilling killing intent.

"Shooting my leg, you must have wanted to capture me alive? Not so easy, now, you go die," Luo Zheng screamed in his heart, his face cold as ice, his blood-red eyes seething with irrepressible murderous intent. He raised the gun, aimed, and his eyes narrowed to a slit, concealing his overwhelming killing intent.

Suddenly, the person on the cliff reeled back two steps and vanished from sight. Luo Zheng, ready to fire, angrily punched the ground. The opponent's intuition for danger was too formidable, just a bit more, just a little faster, and he could have had a chance to shoot. Still not fast enough.

At that moment, a clamor erupted from the cliff top, noisy and chaotic. Luo Zheng was startled, knowing that his pursuers were closing in. Looking around, he suddenly saw a pile of huge rocks five meters away, stacked together to form a natural shelter. Delighted, he quickly crawled over.

With a large number of enemies arriving, they would definitely attack below. The large tree could block bullets but not grenades. With his injured leg, he couldn't run far, and the enemies above would surely know, focusing their fire on one area. Driven by his survival instincts, Luo Zheng forcefully crawled forward, forgetting the pain.

Just as he had crawled out about three meters, several grenades came crashing down from above. Fortunately, the distance was somewhat far, and the shrapnel was blocked by the tree. The violent blast stirred up the soil and dead leaves, many of which landed on Luo Zheng. He shook his head, flinging off the dirt, and desperately crawled forward.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo!" Grenades fell from the sky like rain.