Strongest Soldier King

In the pitch-black night and dark forest, the allied forces were on high alert, their attention intensely focused on the battle at the mountainside ahead. The battle was not going smoothly; no one expected the counterattack from the mountaintop to use volley fire tactics. This not only compensated for the lack of precision in their gun skills but also maximized the advantage of firepower from their numbers.

In chaotic battles, they feared nothing; bullets flew randomly, and gunfire had no pattern. For the well-trained among them, this allowed them to seize fleeting opportunities for counterattacks or even advance. But when faced with orderly volley fire, rows of bullets stormed in densely, like an invisible wave that was unavoidable. Worse yet, the timing of these volleys was unpredictable, often sounding just as they prepared to charge, forcing them to retreat, and the slower ones were hit by the volley, crippled if not killed.

A tense and oppressive mood gripped the minds of the allied forces, with every nerve stretched tight. Even Snow Bear Captain, who prided himself on being invincible, wore a grave expression, waiting for an opportunity. Snow Bear, at the front line and deeper into the battle than the allied forces behind, felt the power of the volley fire tactics more profoundly.

In truth, the volleys lacked precision; they merely fired forward. But as long as you charged up, it was as if you were deliberately rushing into the bullets. This suicidal sensation was suffocating for the Snow Bear members, more so when mixed with snipers within the volleys, whose precise gun skills and keen judgment deterred Snow Bear from showing their heads.

However, gunfire suddenly erupted from the back of the ranks, accompanied by shouts from those who infiltrated, breaking the allied forces' mental focus in an instant. Their fighting spirit collapsed; everyone turned around in a panic, looking warily at the surroundings, unable to discern friend from foe. Already plagued by internal discord, suspicions deepened further.

Luo Zheng, Ghost Hand, and Mountain Eagle realized no one stopped them, hesitated for a moment, then rejoiced and shot at anyone they saw, shouting things like "Someone infiltrated, kill him," and bullets chased the enemies. Those around believed the ones being shot were foes, and they quickly aimed their guns in that direction.

In the dark night, amidst the chaotic scene, with lurking enemies and the oppression of unsuccessful battles, the nerves of the allied forces began to collapse. People started mistrusting each other; if it were daytime, if Night Vision Devices were absent, if there were exclusive identification markers, perhaps they could recognize each other. But on the battlefield, there was nothing but too many coincidences and accidents.

Among the allied forces, they began to shoot at each other, some out of defensive suspicion, some seizing the chance for a secret shot, and others venting their terror. At this moment, the allied forces erupted internally with gunshots, shouts, and orders to consolidate troops.

Luo Zheng, Ghost Hand, and Mountain Eagle seized the chance to hide, watching this scene in disbelief. They did not expect such a result; Luo Zheng saw the allied forces fighting among themselves and felt ecstatic, giving Ghost Hand and Mountain Eagle a glance as the three charged fiercely towards one side.

At this moment, they absolutely should not climb the mountain. Though the allied forces had collapsed, their tactical training was very high, not completely losing their footing, but rather retreating to the sides or back. Rushing up the mountain would mean exposure and attack. Luo Zheng's trio shot at anyone they encountered, wildly firing and charging, unaware of their many kills, eventually noticing few around them. Luo Zheng quickly signaled them to halt, Ghost Hand and Mountain Eagle promptly stopped, and they concealed themselves right there.

Luo Zheng hid behind a big tree to observe the surroundings, seeing more people leaving the scene, feeling sorry inside that if Zhou Gang and others were here, the results could be greater. However, achieving such results was not bad indeed. Luo Zheng estimated they killed no fewer than thirty people, with no fewer than twenty lost to internal fighting among the allied forces, meaning the enemy lost a quarter of their troops.

The trio quietly crouched behind the big tree, waiting for the right time to leave. As the allied forces went farther away, Luo Zheng remained without moving, continuing to wait. After a full five minutes, still no enemies appeared, assuming they had all retreated, he then led Ghost Hand and Mountain Eagle towards the mountain.

After walking about two or three hundred meters, suddenly, a Black Shadow flashed ahead, quickly hiding behind a big tree out of sight. Luo Zheng was startled, thinking he might have seen wrong, quickly concealed himself. Ghost Hand and Mountain Eagle, not knowing the reason but trusting Luo Zheng completely, silently hid themselves and began observing.

Luo Zheng watched for a while and saw nothing, thinking he indeed mistook it, blinked to confirm again, still saw no one, and prepared to move forward. Suddenly, he saw another Black Shadow sneaking towards the mountain, like a raccoon swiftly running in the night, fast and agile.

"Hiss?" This time, Luo Zheng saw clearly, confirmed someone was above, couldn't help being shocked, gripped the M4 tightly, eyes sharply fixated ahead, lightly touched his earpiece, signaling danger to Ghost Hand and Mountain Eagle, who lightly touched their earpieces in response.

Luo Zheng looked up towards the mountain top, eerily quiet, not even a torch. Hook's men still likely ambushed at the defense, Zhou Gang and others should be scouting ahead, right? The unexpected retreat of the allied forces' attack and some enemies chose to stay behind, suggests they're planning to sneak an assault.

After a moment of waiting, Luo Zheng saw several people cautiously moving toward the summit, their coordination very close-knit, moving very swiftly, tall but with agile step skills. He wondered if they were Snow Bear but no matter who they were, countermeasures must be quickly devised. If they broke through the defense unnoticed, the consequences would be unimaginable.

They were about two hundred meters away from the first line of defense as Luo Zheng gauged, the opponent itself was about two hundred meters from them, if the sound was kept low enough, the enemies definitely couldn't hear, he then lowered his voice to the earpiece: "Xue Er, enemies are infiltrating up, they're two hundred meters from the first line of defense."

"Ah?" Lan Xue, sitting in command, hadn't discovered the enemy infiltration, was taken aback, vigilantly scanning the mountainside and quickly whispered into the earpiece: "Specific location, any plans? Are you guys okay?"

"No problem, two hundred meters left of the position, don't alert them, quickly inform everyone to prepare, ready the reserve team, wait for my order, once the gunfire sounds, the reserve team presses up."

"Understood." Lan Xue agreed softly. Luo Zheng used the common channel, and Zhou Gang and others could hear the communication, each responding quietly and swiftly coordinating with the Hook Tribe's armed for combat preparation.

An invisible murderous intent pervaded the battlefield. Luo Zheng concealed in the forest, calmly watching the enemies slowly infiltrate ahead, smirked coldly, swapped magazines slowly, and crept forward. Ghost Hand and Mountain Eagle followed close behind, cautiously switching their magazines, their eyes sharp, flickering like knife blades in the night.