Strongest Soldier King

On their way back, the pair encountered several groups of armed drug traffickers. After a series of sniper attacks, the traffickers scattered, leaving behind countless supplies and ammunition. Lan Xue only allowed Luo Zheng to carry bullets, forbidding him from taking anything else. Three days later, no more fearless groups came to challenge them, and their journey became much smoother.

Over the next two days, Lan Xue taught Luo Zheng all the sniping techniques she knew and then announced the start of the training. The first item on the training agenda was arm strength. According to Lan Xue, a steady mind needed to be matched with steady hands. Muscle stiffness, breathing, emotional fluctuation, and other factors could interfere with shooting, and steady hands could compensate for some of these.

The method for training arm strength was even more creative. It involved carrying Lan Xue. Of course, the real purpose was known only to Lan Xue herself. Luo Zheng did not refuse. He carried Lan Xue on his back and marched quickly through the jungle. If he walked slowly, the woman on his back would pinch his soft flesh, which hurt terribly. Holding Lan Xue's sexy and resilient buttocks, he felt only tiredness and soreness, with not a single romantic thought.

When he truly couldn't bear it anymore, Lan Xue often volunteered to get down, then handed Luo Zheng the gun and asked him to rely on his instincts to find prey in the jungle and to shoot intuitively without aiming. Otherwise, she would protest by starving herself. Luo Zheng had no choice; for his own stomach and for his lover's, he tried hard to find the right feeling. Although his hunter's instinct was still present and he knew where birds and wild animals were hiding, how could his trembling, sore arms hit the target?

Unable to hit the prey and without any enemy rations collected, Luo Zheng was thoroughly impressed by Lan Xue's tricky methods, which she had apparently planned all along. Thankfully, Luo Zheng knew that Lan Xue did all this for his sake. Seeing Lan Xue silently enduring her hunger, Luo Zheng wished he could slap himself.

Two days later, Luo Zheng, exhausted and hungry, felt that his body was at its limit. When Lan Xue got down from his back again and handed him the rifle, his eyes saw stars and he felt like he was about to collapse. Imagining that if he missed his target again, they might starve to death in this jungle, his ruthless determination surfaced. Taking the rifle, he began observing his surroundings.

Soon, Luo Zheng spotted a leaf monkey. With hunger turning his eyes green, he didn't care whether it was edible or not. Looking at the leaf monkey was like seeing delicious braised pork. Driven by the instinct to survive, he gripped the rifle tightly and whispered under his breath, "Come on, rifle, you've got to pull through. If I die of hunger, you'll get buried here in these mountains with me."

From a short distance, Lan Xue watched and wanted to laugh. Throughout the journey, Luo Zheng had trained rigorously without a single complaint. His spirit and persistence were addictive. Suddenly, Lan Xue felt a blur before her eyes, and Luo Zheng seemed like a sword suddenly drawn from its scabbard, emitting a chilling murderous aura. Accompanied by the sound of gunfire, this aura dispersed, and then Lan Xue saw a leaf monkey fall from a tree, killed instantly by a single shot. She was shocked. His arms ached to the point where he could hardly hold the gun steady, yet he made the shot?

"Haha, finally, there's something to eat," Luo Zheng ran up excitedly.

Seeing Luo Zheng as joyful as a child, Lan Xue's heart filled with warmth and emotion. She knew that Luo Zheng was pushing himself to the limit for her sake. To have such a man protecting her for life – what more could she ask for? Watching Luo Zheng running back, Lan Xue's eyes brimmed with tender laughter.

"Wait a moment, it'll be ready soon," Luo Zheng said cheerfully as he quickly ran to the stream, pulled out an Army dagger, and started to field dress the kill—removing the fur and cleaning it. He then skewered it with a branch, made a fire, and began to roast the meat over the flames.

Watching the busy Luo Zheng, Lan Xue felt her heart full to the brim, enriched and secure. This feeling was bewitching, and Lan Xue knew she was hopelessly fallen, unable to extricate herself, destined never to leave this slightly younger man in her lifetime.

"How did you manage to hit it just now?" Lan Xue asked gently as she crouched beside him.

"I don't know, maybe I was just hungry? When I saw it, I thought of braised pork, and then I just took a shot and, unexpectedly, I hit it." Luo Zheng laughed happily. "You were really lucky. Eat more in a bit, you haven't eaten anything for two days, all because I was useless." He was finally going to eat. If he had missed again, Lan Xue would have fainted from hunger, and as a man, Luo Zheng would never allow his beloved woman to suffer.

As she heard this, Lan Xue's eyes moistened; she tilted her head and gazed deeply at Luo Zheng, her eyes filled with an infatuated smile. Always thinking of herself as tough-minded and calm, undisturbed by anything external and dependent on no one, in this moment, Lan Xue realized she was still just a little girl in need of affection and protection—and she was starting to like this feeling more and more.

Luo Zheng concentrated on grilling the meat, sprinkling some salt on it, which was a captured supply essential for maintaining strength. Once it was cooked, Luo Zheng tore off a large piece and handed it to Lan Xue, who took it without hesitation and began eating, laughing while she did, tears rolling in her eyes from the joy of being cared for.

Having grown up in the Army and subjected to rigorous training, Lan Xue's mind was filled with camaraderie and loyalty; family ties were weak and romance scarce. Known as the "ice beauty" in the Army, her face was always frosty with a "keep out" look, and she had never experienced being cared for by someone.

Since meeting Luo Zheng, Lan Xue had been drawn to his unrestrained nature and persistence, coupled with a life-saving bond—her first injury, the first time someone saved her life, the first time being cared for by someone, the first time being alone with a strange man, the first time a strange man was physically close to her. Helplessly, Lan Xue grew fond of him. Initially, she might have used Luo Zheng as a shield against her family's arrangements. When she learned Luo Zheng was in danger, Lan Xue's heart ached unbearably; she rushed to him without hesitation. Seeing him safe, Lan Xue nearly couldn't control her emotions, feeling an odd joy that made her want to cry. For the first time, Lan Xue felt this, and now, in this moment, she knew she had thoroughly and irrevocably fallen.

After eating and drinking their fill and resting briefly, Lan Xue decided it was time to increase Luo Zheng's training intensity. The method was simple: travel all night without sleep or rest, to fully unleash Luo Zheng's potential. A great sniper needed not only skilled gun skills but also immense endurance, calm, and persistence, as well as an iron will and robust confidence.

Luo Zheng was nonchalant, happy as long as Lan Xue was fed and not going hungry with him. He hoisted Lan Xue onto his back and hit the road again. The vigorous Luo Zheng actually enjoyed this method of training—a far cry from being tens of thousands of times stronger than the training field with a brick. With a beauty by his side, where else could he find such excellent training?