Strongest Soldier King

"Kill!" Enraged, Luo Zheng charged forward like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, his eyes bloodshot with a chilling intent to kill. The surrounding air seemed to ignite with Luo Zheng's battle spirit, burning fiercely. Luo Zheng charged twenty meters with a momentum, drawing out the Tiger Teeth dagger. His M4's magazine was already opened, needing two seconds to reload, which in a duel between experts, was enough to die several times over. Luo Zheng dared not reload the magazine, instead throwing the M4 at one target and rushing another with the Tiger Teeth dagger in reverse grip.

"Clang!" The Tiger Teeth dagger slammed hard against the target's gun barrel. In a critical moment, the enemy raised his gun to block. With a move behind, Luo Zheng rotated to the enemy's other side. This quick movement was to ensure he wasn't locked on and killed by other enemies. With a sudden squat, the Tiger Teeth dagger in his hand slashed twice swiftly at the enemy's thigh artery.

The enemy was terrified, retreating several steps to avoid Luo Zheng's lightning-fast attack. In retreat, he also drew a dagger. At this time, Luo Zheng pushed off with his body like an arrow off the string, continuing to pursue the target, thrusting the dagger at the opponent's heart, scaring him into swinging his dagger to block, trying to halt Luo Zheng's assault.

Luo Zheng pulled back with both hands, evading the enemy's descending blade, then suddenly thrust forward again, fast as lightning. The enemy's dagger was already slashing down, unable to change his move in time. Unexpectedly, Luo Zheng stabbed the same spot twice in succession, terrifying the enemy into tilting his body, attempting to dodge Luo Zheng's deadly strike.

The thrusting speed was extremely fast; Luo Zheng's forward momentum made it hard to change moves. The enemy calculated Luo Zheng couldn't alter his move again and prepared to counter slash with his dagger to assassinate Luo Zheng. Suddenly, seeing a cold smile appear on Luo Zheng's indifferent face, a blur before his eyes, he felt the knife suddenly change direction as if it were animated. Then, a sharp pain pierced his chest, his entire body deflated like a punctured balloon, losing all strength.

Luo Zheng deftly controlled the dagger to shift ninety degrees, then fiercely stabbed the enemy's chest. The incredibly sharp dagger penetrated the bullet-resistant vest, piercing straight to the hilt. After the successful strike, Luo Zheng swiftly withdrew the blade, drawing a bloody spray like an arrow. With a cold, sweeping gaze across the battlefield, he noticed someone aiming at him. Luo Zheng grabbed the enemy who hadn't yet fallen, using him as a human shield in front.

"Thud, thud, thud!" Bullets slammed into the enemy, producing dull thuds. Luo Zheng used the enemy as a shield, roaring as he sprang forward. More enemy bullets pounded into the shield. Luo Zheng seized the chance to rush ten meters, hurling the shield at another enemy, twisting his body bizarrely to dodge behind a big tree, gasping for breath. The previous fight had drained Luo Zheng's strength significantly.

At this moment, Lan Xue and others also charged forward, firing fiercely at the enemies ahead. Their overwhelming murderous spirit soared. The enemies, facing Lan Se and others' fearless assault and superb combat skills, were momentarily dazed, their formation in disarray. Just then, Zhou Gang led his men down the mountain, forming a pincer attack. The enemies subconsciously retreated.

"Kill them." Luo Zheng roared, once again charging out from behind the tree, hooking a gun with his foot to kick it airborne. With a quick sprinting leap, he seized the weapon in mid-air, rapidly checking it while running, finding half a magazine of bullets remaining, delighting instantly. He opened fire furiously on the enemies ahead, bravely pursuing the massacre.

Everyone saw Luo Zheng's ferocity, and they all roared, charging forward. The enemy began to rout, unable to run with their wounds, knocked out directly by bayonet hits when approached, promptly taken away by Zhou Gang's organized personnel.

At this time, a group of about twenty people rushed up the hillside. They were the enemies attacking from the other side of the slope. As Zhou Gang's team descended, these enemies ascended onto the slope, immediately joining the combat upon seeing Luo Zheng and others pursuing another group.

Luo Zheng witnessed this scene, rapidly ceasing the chase, leaning against a tree to catch his breath, meanwhile inquiring, "Hook, where are you?"

"Arrived, right behind," Hook promptly replied.

Hearing the reinforcements had arrived, Luo Zheng relaxed, shouting, "Engage them, entangle this group of enemies for me."

Everyone opened fire, exchanging shots with the enemy. Luo Zheng's order was to stall the enemies, not conquer them. Naturally, everyone didn't have to be as desperate as earlier. Luo Zheng hid behind the tree, firing a few shots. When his magazine ran out and he had no spare bullets, he casually discarded the gun he had picked up and pulled out a Type-92 pistol, not immediately counterattacking but observing the situation.

About twenty-five enemies descended the hillside, taking cover halfway up to counterattack. The previously chased enemies returned, the two enemy groups forming a pincer's momentum, greatly increasing their intimidation. Luo Zheng's face chilled, commanding, "Hook, take your men and split in two. Flank from behind the enemy. We'll distract them from the front. Quick action, strive to wipe out this group completely."

"Understood," Hook promptly responded.

Everyone with earpieces used a public channel; Luo Zheng's tactics were clear to all. Each changed their cover and continued exchanging fire with the enemies, preventing their escape. This shootout tested reflexes, gun skills, and combat willpower, qualities everyone possessed in abundance.

The battle reached a stalemate, neither side prevailing for a time. Luo Zheng wasn't anxious, knowing extended duration played to their advantage. In the dense forest, bullets flew, grenades exploded continuously, but both sides possessed high tactical skills, making hits difficult, leaving them at a stalemate.

"Not good, discovered an enemy force, about fifty people," Hook's urgent voice suddenly sounded.

Upon hearing this, Luo Zheng's face changed dramatically, instantly understanding why the enemy was willing to exchange fire with them. They too were awaiting reinforcements. His face chilled, quietly commanding, "Split half your forces, block the enemy's attack. The other half, launch a fierce assault on the enemy's rear. Strive for a swift battle."

"Understood," Hook replied softly.

Quickly, Luo Zheng saw many silhouettes emerging behind the front enemy, soon followed by a dense volley of gunfire, quickly disrupting the enemy's formation. Luo Zheng was overjoyed, shouting, "Charge up, eliminate them."

"Kill!" Everyone roared in unison, charging forward fiercely. The dozens of survivors Zhou Gang brought were also bloodthirsty, seeing a chance for revenge. Each roared, rushing ahead, their guns fiercely sweeping forward. Although the dense bullets lacked accuracy, they held great deterrence.

The enemies at the front, seeing they were encircled front and back and their reinforcements hadn't arrived, panicked. In chaos, they fiercely counterattacked but couldn't withstand the full assault. With Luo Zheng and others precise shots from behind, their combat effectiveness quickly plummeted. They scattered, trying to break through.