Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

The Demon Emperor was covered in blood, his body staggering.

However, he remained extremely agile, still dodging large-scale gunfire in a hair's breadth.

Finally, another bullet embedded in his back.

The Demon Emperor fell toward the slope behind him and then rolled down.

He lay straight on the slope, unmoving.

Yang Fei and the others were utterly astonished.

Nobody had expected the Demon Emperor to fall into an ambush and just die like that.

The opposing firepower was too fierce, and it was unclear who was friend or foe, so Yang Fei and the three others didn't dare rush forward.

The four could only lie in ambush within the bushes, waiting quietly.

A few minutes later, a squad was dispatched from the opposite jungle.

The squad of about twenty approached carefully to where the Demon Emperor had fallen.

By now, darkness had completely settled in.

In the darkness, Yang Fei put on his infrared night vision goggles and recognized the squad's uniforms.

The squad's uniforms were navy black, with sea monster insignias on their chests.

Yang Fei was taken aback.

"It's the Demon Army? Hades is ruthless, betraying the Demon Emperor!"

In almost an instant, he pieced together the truth of the situation.

Everyone exchanged glances and slowly nodded.

The Sword Emperor was dead, and if the Demon Emperor also perished,

Hades, the legion commander of the Demon Army, would completely control the Demon Army.

The deceit in the hearts of men is terrifying.

As the squad neared the Demon Emperor, Yang Fei decisively raised his heavy sniper.

"We can't let them take the Demon Emperor's body. Huaxia's genetic map is still on his body."

With that, he fired three shots.

The leading squad leader and two other soldiers had their heads blown apart, their bodies flying.

Yang Fei's heavy sniper fire pierced the silence between the jungles.

The squad on the opposite immediately returned fire.

But in the darkness, they couldn't aim at the four of them, firing wildly.

Yang Fei ceased fire, quietly lying in a bush on a high ground, his weapon aimed at the shooting squad.

After firing wildly, the squad, seeing no response here, cautiously advanced towards the Demon Emperor's body, fully alert.

Seeing clearly, Yang Fei emptied six bullets in one go.

Six soldiers were hit between the brows, their heads shattered, and their bodies and flesh flew everywhere.

Yang Fei's shooting also exposed his location.

However, the range of the heavy sniper far exceeded that of a rifle, and the scouting squad stopped firing, retreating in a panic.

Yang Fei continued not firing, his weapon aimed at the jungle on the opposite hillside.

Yang Fei's godlike sniping completely subdued the Demon Army in the jungle opposite.

A King Sniper is simply a godlike presence in this type of jungle warfare, and no one dared to reveal themselves.

However, Yang Fei also knew this stalemate was only temporary.

On their side, only he was skilled with firearms.

The Sword Emperor, Xue Mingtai, and An Zichen, were not marksmen.

In close-combat with cold weapons, they were invincible.

But they were powerless in this small-scale gunfight.

With only Yang Fei's heavy sniper, even if he were made of iron, how many nails could he hammer?

Moreover, it's still night, and the enemy couldn't discern their situation, not daring to act rashly.

If they knew there were only four of them, they would have probably charged over and surrounded them.

Yang Fei opened the public communication channel, commanding the Changfeng Squad to reinforce quickly.

Mad Blade, Cui Xiang, and others exploded upon hearing this.

"Bastard, you hang in there, instructor, we're on our way."

Yang Fei groaned: "Hang in there, my ass."

"I'm just one heavy sniper, but they have an entire army. If you don't come soon, I'll be dead meat."

The Sword Emperor looked at the Demon Emperor's body and hesitated.

"How about we grab the Demon Emperor's body and retreat first."

"If they launch an all-out assault later, a few of us won't be able to hold them off."

Yang Fei, upon hearing this, shouted in agreement.

"Great idea. I'll handle it. Who'll cover the sniping?"

Xue Mingtai and the Sword Emperor shook their heads together.

Neither had served in the military, and not to mention a heavy sniper, they couldn't even handle a regular rifle.

An Zichen crept up to Yang Fei and extended a hand: "Let me do it."

Yang Fei, both shocked and overjoyed, handed her the Barrett, unable to resist flattering her.

"Zi Chen, you truly are a phoenix among men, even dealing with high-difficulty gun skills doesn't faze you."

"My life is in your hands now."

An Zichen coldly replied: "Truth be told, this is my first time handling a gun."

"Huh?"

Yang Fei's heart sank halfway, his face turning grim.

"Zi Chen, don't joke around. My life is in your hands."

"If you're not a good shot, I'm done for."

An Zichen snatched his gun: "Even if I've never eaten pork, I've seen pigs run."

"I've witnessed Mingtang's military training; I can at least pull the trigger, right?"

Hearing this, Yang Fei almost hugged her leg.

"Goddess, spare me. I've decided to cancel the plan."

An Zichen gave a soft snort: "Then I'll go grab the Demon Emperor's body back."

Xue Mingtai chuckled softly: "If Yang Fei handles the cover, then I'll go."

The Sword Emperor strapped the longsword to his back and also asked to go.

Yang Fei's forehead furrowed like a Shar-Pei.

After much hesitation, he sighed and handed the Barrett to An Zichen.

"Alright, I'll go. My fate is that of a pawn crossing the river."

"You aren't familiar with dodging bullets or the battlefield; it's too dangerous."

The Sword Emperor and Xue Mingtai understood as well.

In terms of battlefield stealth, sniping, and various military tactical skills, they indeed couldn't compare to Yang Fei, so they both nodded.

As the four argued, another squad emerged from the jungle opposite.

The squad approached under the cover of darkness.

This time, they had snipers, heavy machine gunners, and grenade throwers, increasing the scouting squad to forty, looking very elite.

Yang Fei handed the heavy sniper to An Zichen, hugging her with a mournful face.

"Zi Chen, wish me luck."

An Zichen, knowing he was about to take a risk, softened, not resisting, allowing him to embrace her.

Feeling the goddess An Zichen's magnificent presence, with the thought of taking advantage one last time, he hugged her tightly.

Before An Zichen realized, this guy suddenly kissed her soft lips.

An Zichen trembled all over, slapping Yang Fei on the chest.

Despite not using Gang Yuan Qi, the palm's force shook Yang Fei's Qi-Blood fiercely.

Yang Fei, who was desperately taking advantage, was thrown by An Zichen's palm.

He rolled twice with the momentum, landing behind a bush and crawling forward.

An Zichen, after being kissed, felt a shiver, embarrassed and angry.

Yang Fei's smug voice then came through the private chat channel of the communicator.

"Zi Chen, I kissed you, you're my wife now."

"If I die, you'll be a widow. The title 'little widow' sounds horrible. You must protect your husband with all your heart."

"Pah, you bastard!"

An Zichen gritted her teeth, unable to help but curse again: "Truly shameless."

At this moment, the enemy scouting squad was already less than two hundred meters from Yang Fei.