Strongest Soldier King

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" Three sniper bullets screeched, shattering the calm of the ancient forest. Frightened birds scattered, flying high into the sky in panic, while Mountain Eagle hid under a large tree, his cold gaze fixed ahead, brimming with intense battle spirit. Seeing countless people pursuing him, Mountain Eagle let out a cold snort, turned around, and ran, the camouflage suit on him swaying eerily with his movement.

After sprinting a few hundred meters, Mountain Eagle sensed the Sam Country troops were about 500 to 600 meters ahead, with dense trees blocking the way, leaving the enemy with no chance to strike. He quickly stopped, leaned against a big tree, gasped for air to calm his boiling blood, while keeping his ears pricked.

Soon, Mountain Eagle sensed someone approaching, so he immediately took out a grenade and made a tripwire with a thin line from his backpack. In less than a minute, he had made the tripwire and swiftly grabbed his weapon, shouldered his gear, and dashed in another direction. Shortly after, he heard an explosion behind him. Whether it killed the enemy was uncertain, but it surely enraged the pursuers, and he picked up his speed with a cold grin.

Ten minutes later, Mountain Eagle reached a ridge and met up with Luo Zheng. They stood atop the highest point, looking at the canyon ahead, where dense gunfire could be heard. Two groups were battling—over thirty attacking ten. Judging by the gunfire, both sides fought rhythmically, but the dense forest blocked any visibility.

"Should we surround them and attack once they're exhausted? Eliminate both groups. Without Sam Country causing trouble, things would be much easier for us," Mountain Eagle said fiercely.

"I think we should." Ghost Hand echoed: "If our snipers engage, taking them out from afar, we have a good chance. When they weaken each other, our odds are even better."

"Not now. Bloodsucker may rank fourth in the mercenary world, but the buzz cut's team is stronger. These thirty people aren't a match for the buzz cut. Let's observe first," Luo Zheng analyzed calmly: "Listen to the gunfire, two Barretts are firing, meaning the Sam Country troops have two top snipers, while Bloodsucker's attacking team lacks snipers. This will be a tough fight."

"Ratatat!" Suddenly, intense gunfire erupted from another direction, sounding like thirty to fifty people. Luo Zheng was taken aback—it was from where he had previously been. He was grateful for his decision to withdraw and glanced at the canyon with more sympathy, softly saying, "The buzz cut's in trouble this time."

"Sounds like over thirty people are attacking too, creating a pincer move with sixty to seventy people. The buzz cut is in a pinch this time. What do you think?" Lan Xue asked, her expression heavy.

"Two options. One, wait until they've worn each other down, then intervene to save this Sam Country unit. Though the nations have complex relations and conflicting interests, saving them feels wrong. But soldiers bear no personal grudges, only differ in stances. Two, immediately withdraw and locate Bloodsucker's headquarters. With the buzz cut on the perimeter, Bloodsucker will have to divide forces, weakening their base defense, which greatly benefits us," Luo Zheng pondered.

"You're right; soldiers have no personal grudges against each other, only serve differing interests. But in the face of our mission, I choose the second option," Lan Xue said resolutely.

"What about you guys?" Luo Zheng asked.

"Second option," Mountain Eagle and Ghost Hand agreed. In the face of the mission, no one dared jest. The task held utmost priority.

"Okay, let's ignore them and leave now," Luo Zheng decisively concluded, casting a calm gaze at the canyon, shelving any sympathy, as he led the team toward their predetermined path at a sprint.

"Boom!" Suddenly a thunder crackled in the sky. Luo Zheng looked up to find a massive cloud had appeared, signaling approaching rain. This rain might be the buzz cut's best cover for retreat. With a grim face, Luo Zheng ordered, "Speed up, march on as fast as possible before the rain hits."

"Yes," everyone responded in unison, filled with fighting spirit.

They sprinted along the ridge like a pack of wild wolves hunting for prey in the woods. Over exposed roots and fallen trees, they leaped effortlessly. The thick canopy blocked sunlight, leaving little grass below—just dampness and coolness, filled with the musty stench of rotting leaves.

Minutes later, rain began to pour, tapping the canopy before rolling off leaves, slipping onto helmets and camouflage suits. Yet, they pressed on with unwavering speed and sharp eyes. Luo Zheng looked skyward and shouted, "Brothers, run faster, we'll rest at the hill ahead."

"Yes." Everyone shouted with resolute force, dismissing the rain. Breathing heavily, they continued charging like tigers and wolves, keeping a blistering pace.

Ten more minutes passed. They reached a slope and halted, finding spots to rest. Soon, everyone sat still, letting rain beat down, unmoving. Steam rose from them, creating a mist in the rain as they silently restored their strength by the trees, like statues.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out. Everyone raised their heads slightly, their eyes sharp and full of killing intent. Luo Zheng also glanced towards the sound. Ghost Hand suddenly burst like a cheetah through the trees, vanishing into the woods like a phantom.

The gunfire continued, growing clearer. Luo Zheng's face turned cold as his sharp gaze fixed on Ghost Hand, who quickly returned. Luo Zheng stood up swiftly and went to meet him. Ghost Hand approached and whispered, "Five or six guys are chasing someone. The rain's so heavy I can't see the target clearly."

"Oh? Let's go check it out," Luo Zheng's face changed drastically. Gripping his sniper rifle, he looked at Lan Xue and shouted, "You stay and lead the team, I'll be back."

"Be careful," Lan Xue shouted back.

Luo Zheng, agreeing, darted off with Ghost Hand. Quickly reaching a large tree, the pair climbed up. Once secure, Luo Zheng raised his sniper rifle, observing through the sniper scope. Soon he spotted the pursued, only 200 meters away. Seeing their face clearly, Luo Zheng was utterly shocked and incredulously looked again, confirming his observation, too stunned to speak.

"What's happening?" Ghost Hand, without a sniper scope, couldn't make out faces 200 meters away in the rain, prompting an urgent inquiry.