Strongest Soldier King

"Charge forward, capture them alive." Luo Zheng saw the situation was favorable and was overjoyed, shouting wildly as he rushed forward. The others, hearing Luo Zheng's intention to capture, did not oppose and also rushed forward with yells. If anyone fired back, they would unhesitatingly open fire too. Capturing alive was one thing, but dying to capture was another. However, everyone started aiming their guns at non-lethal parts deliberately.

"Kill!" Everyone surged forward, and both sides entered close combat.

Luo Zheng darted forward and launched a flying kick, knocking down an enemy trying to shoot from behind. Several members of the Hook Tribe's Armed rushed up and fiercely smashed with their gun butts. They knew these enemies had strong combat capabilities, and if they weren't subdued quickly, they might suffer, so they didn't hold back.

"Watch out." Ghost Hand suddenly rushed over from the side, yelling loudly as he tackled Luo Zheng from behind. Luo Zheng quickly stepped forward and turned his head, seeing Ghost Hand wielding the Tiger Teeth combat knife attacking an enemy, his hands creating several phantom blurs, moving as fast as lightning.

In the blink of an eye, the enemy's body fell back heavily. Within a second, Ghost Hand had struck seven times, leaving wounds on the enemy's throat and heart, proving his reputation. Ghost Hand's nimble hand-to-hand speed was indeed swift. Luo Zheng cheered, "Well done, kill!" and darted forward to charge together with Ghost Hand.

Soon, the two reached the enemies, almost simultaneously drawing their knives, the glint of the blades like Death God dancing, attacking their respective targets. The enemies were not caught off guard and fiercely retaliated. Luo Zheng suddenly halted his body, dodging the enemy's swinging steel gun, then took advantage of the momentum to deliver a hard kick to the opponent's step.

"Ah——" The enemy noticed Luo Zheng's intention and made a precaution, but was still a step too slow, receiving a direct hit and letting out a harrowing scream.

Almost simultaneously, Ghost Hand launched an attack on his enemy, his hands creating a blur of phantom strikes, making it impossible to tell which move was true or a feint. The target felt dizzy, then suddenly their neck was squeezed, as if plunged into an endless dark abyss, their consciousness devoured by the darkness, collapsing heavily, lifeless.

The enemy knocked down by Luo Zheng struggled up, clutching his leg and attempting to flee. Ghost Hand rushed up, delivering a knife strike directly severing the enemy's neck. Luo Zheng, unwilling to be outdone, roared angrily, flinging his military knife, knocking down an enemy trying to attack Ghost Hand from a distance, the knife striking the throat directly.

At this moment, Hook led his men charging up. The enemy could not withstand the assault of over a hundred people, either being killed or captured alive, ending the battle quickly. Luo Zheng heard continuous gunfire from the back mountain, his face darkened as he shouted, "Zhou Gang, take the captives and withdraw first, bring the wounded too, the rest rush up to assist and rescue ourselves," then looked toward Hook.

Hook understood and shouted a few words loudly in his native tongue. The team immediately moved, with the wounded also helping, picking up weapons and equipment from the ground, and began withdrawing with the captives. Luo Zheng glanced at Lan Xue and others, seeing they were unharmed, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and rushed towards the sound of gunfire.

"Kill!" Hook roared, leading the remaining combat-ready men to chase after them.

Quickly, they reached the hillside, seeing their troops blocking the enemy midway up the mountain, the enemy's attack was fierce, and their combat power was astonishing, causing significant casualties in the ranks. Hook's eyes turned red in fury, his rage overwhelming. Luo Zheng patted Hook on the shoulder and said, "Lead your men to rush up and assist, hold the front against the enemy, Ghost Hand go help command the battle, we'll sneak from behind."

"Alright." Hook agreed heartily, waved his large hand and led his men away like a gust of wind, Ghost Hand following closely.

"Let's move too," Luo Zheng whispered, swiftly maneuvering around to the enemy's rear.

On the frontline, Hook's arrival made the assault intense, blocking the enemy attack and causing them casualties. Under Ghost Hand's command, both sides fought evenly. Taking advantage of this, Luo Zheng and his team quickly circled to the enemy's rear, swiftly seizing the high ground and laying in ambush, setting up sniper rifles.

Luo Zheng quickly aimed at an enemy, moving the barrel from the head to the opponent's leg. Killing an enemy would only provoke their ferocity, whereas injuring one could instill panic. Additionally, the wounded needed care, weakening their combat power invisibly. Luo Zheng lowered his voice, "Free sniping, just injure them."

"Understood," Lan Xue and others replied knowingly.

"Whoosh!" Luo Zheng fired, the sniper bullet whistling sharply, charging towards the target with endless murderous momentum, like an angry prehistoric beast, instantly biting the target's thigh. The terrifying bullet energy spun rapidly, shredding the leg, leaving only connected skin, blood splattering everywhere.

"Bang bang bang!" Almost simultaneously, Lan Xue and others also fired, several sniper shots rang out, multiple targets were hit and fell, writhing in pain, letting out harrowing screams.

On the battlefield, snipers were synonymous with death. Luo Zheng, Lan Xue, Mountain Eagle, along with Liu Xun, Zhang Bin, Wu Yuan, and Meng Zhu—seven snipers, seven Death Gods—each shot was a kill, one bullet per person, bringing down seven enemies, immediately attracting the enemy's attention and panic. They hurriedly took cover and communicated via headsets, reducing their attack on the frontline.

Through the sniper scope, Luo Zheng spotted an enemy trying to rescue the injured, his face stiffening as he quickly aimed at the person, concentrating and locking onto the abdomen. A surge of killing intent exploded, and he swiftly pulled the trigger; the battlefield had no mercy, only slaughter.

"Whoosh!" A sniper bullet whizzed out, almost inaudible amidst the dense gunfire, but its fierce lethality could not be ignored. Instantly, the bullet penetrated the target's abdomen, forming an entry wound, a blood spurt shooting out bizarrely. The bullet's terrifying energy didn't diminish, spinning at high speed as it encountered resistance, completely shredding the target's spine, forming a basketball-sized blood hole, the bullet flew out, flesh flinging, terrifying to the extreme.

The person attempting to rescue comrades was sniped on the spot; blood stained the surroundings, intestines and fragments everywhere, a strong death aura lingered over the woods. This precise sniping shocked the enemy thoroughly, causing them to hide behind trees, not daring to move.

At this moment, Ghost Hand keenly detected a battle opportunity, saying to Hook, "Charge, kill!"

Hook also noticed the opportunity and unhesitatingly shouted a few commands in his native tongue, leading a group of roaring armed tribe members out of cover, charging and firing fiercely below. Seeing this, the enemies were enraged and counterattacked one after another.