Strongest Soldier King

"Fight, kill them all." Under the allure of a generous reward, the will of the armed militants surged as soon as they heard Cody's promise of a bounty. Their eyes gleamed differently, their morale boosted, and they started roaring battle cries to embolden themselves and those around them. With a hundred thousand dollars on the line, their worries for the latter half of their lives were over; they went all in, risking it all for the prospect of wealth and danger.

Instantly, the militants fought as if injected with adrenaline, unleashing a fierce barrage of fire. The relentless firepower pinned down Luo Zheng and his companions behind the remnants of walls; they dared not raise their heads and could only shoot based on experience and instinct. The situation took a drastic turn. At that moment, a few Gold Medal Killers rolled over to Cody and barked, "Kill them for me, and I'll double your reward."

"Alright." Cody's bloodshot eyes sparkled, his rage toward the Gold Medal Killer abated somewhat. Having embarked on this path, Cody had long resigned himself to the possibility of death. With riches laid before him, he naturally wouldn't let go. He cast a cold glance over the ruins and bellowed, "Totti, take your men and charge. Everyone else cover them. Achieve success, and you'll take the foremost credit— I'll double your reward on top."

"You bet!" A burly man with a bushy beard responded with glee, got to his feet, hunched over, and let out a few loud shouts. A dozen men beside him echoed him and surged forward together.

"Brothers, cover with fire, and hit them hard," Cody cheered, shouting out loud. Success or failure hinged on this moment. With the Suicide Squad behind him, Cody felt as if he saw heaps of money summoning him, excitedly yelling, "Hurry, stop at nothing, fire, fire mercilessly. Grenades, throw them all out."

"Dada-dada!" A storm of bullets rained down upon the crumbled walls, and grenades were lobbed feverishly. Driven by the incentive of money, not only did the militants' fighting spirit soar, but Cody's command also dramatically improved. The grenades were hurled with abandon, and his erratic orders brought lethal threats to Luo Zheng and the others.

Hidden within the battered walls, Luo Zheng and his companions had no choice but to huddle together, minimizing their exposure to the frenzied onslaught of bullets and grenades. Just moments before, the distance had increased between friend and foe, and Luo Zheng and others had managed a surprise counterattack while taking cover. Now, the militants, driven to desperation, fully unleashed their combat prowess and were unstoppable.

Lan Xue rolled over to Luo Zheng, grabbed his hand, and gazed at him deeply. Luo Zheng gave a resigned smile in return. Neither said a word, yet they understood each other's thoughts entirely. With no escape and facing certain death, they resolved to die well together. If they were to die, they would not part. Their hands clasped firmly, their silent understanding and love connected without vows or romantic gestures. At that moment, their hearts were filled with each other.

"Ah— bastards, come on." Snow Leopard roared in fury, like a wounded tiger unwilling to yield, letting out a defiant cry from deep within. His gun raised above his head, he sprayed bullets madly towards where he thought the enemy might be hiding. His eyes were bloodshot with rage, his breaths as heavy as a bull.

"Keep your cool." Meanwhile, Mountain Eagle shouted from a short distance, reminding Snow Leopard, "Never give up until the very last moment. Stay calm, don't expose yourself, kill!"

"Kill!" Ghost Hand ducked from the blast of a grenade and, amidst the unsettled smoke, aimed his rifle and opened fire towards the barely visible enemy, bellowing furiously, his eyes red with the thrill of battle. His face was dirtied with black mud and his body covered with the debris kicked up by the grenade explosions.

"Boom, boom, boom!" Grenades flew thick as hail, mercifully falling short of the makeshift bunker but the dense gunfire kept them from raising their heads. With vision obscured by rolling smoke, it was impossible to effectively contain the enemy's advance.

The gunfire drew nearer, and Luo Zheng and Lan Xue instinctively sensed enemies rushing forward. In tacit understanding, they exchanged a look and, with one hand each, held their guns overhead and fired in the direction of the oncoming attackers, relying on instinct. The other hand remained tightly clasped, fearing they would not find each other in death if separated.

"Dada-dada!" The fire roared angrily, bullets whistling into the fray. Though blind, the firing posed no less a threat, causing the charging attackers to dive to the ground and return fire. The attack hesitated, but many, by sheer luck, survived and directed a fierce barrage of gunfire towards Luo Zheng and Lan Xue's hiding spot.

"Bang!" Luo Zheng's arm jolted as the randomly flying bullets actually hit the barrel of his gun; the weapon in his hand was no longer usable. Luo Zheng tossed away the rifle and pulled out his pistol, raising it over his head and pulling the trigger. The clear sound of the firing pin echoed empty; he was out of bullets. Stunned, Luo Zheng flung the pistol aside in annoyance and looked around, but there were no more weapons at his disposal.

"I'm out of bullets too," Lan Xue said, flipping the empty gun to use it as a club and looking at Luo Zheng.

Luo Zheng also reversed his rifle, gave a deeply affectionate smile, and said, "We couldn't be together in this life; but when we get down there, let's stick together, okay?"

"Okay," Lan Xue smiled radiantly, like a snow lotus of the Heavenly Mountain, matchlessly beautiful. Their hands clasped even tighter, both lying flat, feeling the life before death. The sky was an expanse of clear blue, with no wind and no clouds. In that moment, the two felt as though the entire world had hushed, hearing no sound but seeing bullets flying overhead. Sparks from bullets striking bricks and smoke from grenade explosions enveloped them.

The enemy's footsteps grew closer as they pursued them. The two exchanged looks and smiled tacitly. If this was death, so be it.

"Kill!" Like cheetahs, the pair sprang up, screaming in anguish, holding hands as they launched a countercharge at the approaching enemies. If they were to die, they wanted to die fighting, taking a few enemies down with them.

"Captain, brother." Ghost Hand was horrified and bellowed as he leapt up from the ground, hunched over and braved the hail of bullets to join them. Brothers in arms, even in death, they would die together.

"Kill!" Snow Leopard and Mountain Eagle, upon witnessing this scene, cried out desperately, their faces resolute. They threw aside their guns, which had been emptied, and picked up bricks. With grief and fury, they charged into the bullets, determined to fight to the death.

Five men, five streaks of murderous intent, soared into the sky, converging together to form a ferocious blaze of fury that engulfed the enemy; the five men, like primordial fierce beasts, exuded the might of thousands of soldiers. Their chilling resolve struck terror into the enemy's heart, their frightening, sharp gaze bursting forth like the roar of the Death God.

"Such strong murderous intent, but it's the end of the line for them; open fire indiscriminately," the Gold Medal Killer said coldly.

"And what about my dozen brothers who've been through life and death with me?" Cody shouted in horror. He couldn't bring himself to give such an order, but seeing the look the Gold Medal Killer gave him—cold, merciless, and sharply frightening—he found his breath catch in his throat.

"Do you think they have a chance of surviving?" the Gold Medal Killer demanded coldly.

Cody hesitated, noticing that several of his men who'd charged forward were already down. He quickly recovered and shouted, "Brothers, keep shooting! Kill those bastards, avenge our brothers, fire!"