Strongest Soldier King

The next morning, everyone was woken up by the chirping of birds. After eating some leftover food from the night before, Ghost Hand handed out a few remaining wild fruits to everyone, casually wiped his on his clothes, and began to chew it vigorously. In the wild, the best way to ensure good physical condition is to eat more wild fruits to absorb abundant vitamins. While eating, everyone looked at Lan Xue, waiting for orders.

Lan Xue looked at Mountain Eagle, her expression stern, and said, "You scout ahead, let's get moving."

"Understood!" Everyone knew Lan Xue's mood and did not oppose. They hurriedly rushed ahead without stopping, constantly finding clues along the way, which boosted everyone's spirits. To catch up with the target as quickly as possible, they dared not rest for too long even at noon and kept on the move.

At dusk, they arrived at a mountain ridge. Just as they were about to make a fire to cook something, they suddenly saw blue smoke rising from the canyon ahead. Everyone was startled and suddenly thought of something, getting excited. Ghost Hand said coldly, "We've finally caught up. These people probably don't know we're following them, or they wouldn't be so brazen as to make a fire and expose themselves. Shall we go in for the kill?" He looked at Lan Xue as he spoke.

Lan Xue, more than anyone, wanted to rush in and capture Tang Tian, but reason told her she couldn't do that. Thinking it over, Lan Xue said grimly, "Everyone rest for an hour to recover some strength. We've been on the move all day, and everyone's exhausted. Rushing in like this is suicide."

Seeing that Lan Xue remained calm, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, sat down on the ground, massaged their thigh muscles, relaxed, and accelerated the recovery of their strength. Lan Xue also sat down to rest, staring indifferently at the blue smoke rising from the canyon ahead, silently checking her weapon.

An hour later, everyone got up and looked at Lan Xue. Seeing everyone had recovered fairly well, she said, "Let's move out. We'll scout ahead and act accordingly. These people are not simple; be careful of hidden sentries. Mountain Eagle, you take the left, Ghost Hand, you take the right, Snow Leopard, you cover the rear, and I'll be in the middle."

"Understood." Everyone dispersed and cautiously moved forward, running silently and nimbly like monkeys through the forest. Unknowingly, they descended the mountain and continued into the dense forest ahead, slowing their pace and becoming more cautious.

Soon, Mountain Eagle gave a signal, and everyone quickly crouched down, lurking like wild wolves in the surrounding woods, watching alertly ahead, gripping their Type 92 pistols tightly. After crouching, Mountain Eagle observed for a while, retrieved his close-combat Tiger Teeth, reversed the grip, hunched over, sprinted a few steps forward, and concealed himself behind a large tree.

After waiting for a while and seeing no unusual situation, Mountain Eagle cautiously glanced at the thickets obliquely opposite, perked up his ears, waited for a moment, then hunched over, flashed forward like a giant snake moving through the thickets, silently approaching the target, and lay prone behind a bush.

Mountain Eagle calmly observed ahead, his cold gaze restrained and filled with killing intent. With his elbows on the ground, he crawled forward cautiously, making no noise. Unknowingly, he advanced another five or six meters. His body arched and then burst forward, darting over ten meters and hiding behind a big tree.

The surroundings were quiet, with only unknown insects chirping. Leaning against the tree, Mountain Eagle listened calmly for a moment. Confirming that he hadn't startled the target, he suddenly sprang forward after a powerful push with his feet, pounced on a dense bush, and stabbed down with the reverse-gripped Tiger Teeth knife. Then, with a swift draw, a stream of blood arched out. Unsatisfied, Mountain Eagle stabbed again.

After two stabs, Mountain Eagle rolled away quickly, alertly scrutinizing the surroundings from the ground. After confirming there were no others nearby, he breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the bush where armed personnel had been lying in ambush, and saw that he had stabbed the temple, leaving the man dead.

Mountain Eagle crawled over, felt from the other person a M9 pistol and three magazines, confiscated them all, and cautiously surveyed the surroundings, his cold gaze filled with intense battle intent akin to a wild wolf. After confirming there was no danger, he stood up straight, gestured behind him, and cautiously crept forward again.

Not long after, Lan Xue passed by the corpse, glanced at it, and noticed a wolf head tattoo on the back of the opponent's neck, indicating they were from the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group. She cautiously signaled to those behind her and continued moving forward. After advancing about ten meters, she saw Mountain Eagle again signaling danger ahead and hunched down, hiding in the woods to observe.

After a while, Mountain Eagle signaled for someone to go forward. Lan Xue understood and crept forward, treading quietly without making a sound. Soon, she reached Mountain Eagle's vicinity, hiding behind a large tree, her gaze coldly scanning ahead, brimming with a chill of icy killing intent.

Ahead, on an open lawn, a dozen people sat around a campfire. Food was roasting over the fire. Tang Tian was conspicuously among them, frowning in thought. No one around was speaking. Lan Xue cautiously glanced around; Snow Leopard and Ghost Hand had already crawled over and hid carefully.

Everyone turned to look at Lan Xue. The enemy was right before them; to attack or not, and how to attack? Luo Zheng wasn't there. They needed Lan Xue to decide. Her cold face intensified with killing intent. Drawing her pistol, she made a gesture to prepare for attack. With the enemy right in front of them, how could they let the opportunity slip by?

Not seeing Luo Zheng filled Lan Xue with grief and anger, fueling her desire for vengeance. There were a dozen opponents and just four of them. With a sudden assault, each could shoot four, and then amidst the chaos, they could fire another shot to kill eight, eliminating nearly half of their force. Lan Xue didn't want to miss such an opportunity and signaled everyone to target Tang Tian.

Hatred and rage surged in Lan Xue's heart. She struggled to control her emotions, forcing herself to remain calm, pondering the simultaneous attack by four on Tang Tian. As long as Tang Tian was taken out, chaos would ensue, allowing them to retreat and take action later. After ensuring everyone understood her intent, she swiftly aimed at Tang Tian.

"Bang Bang Bang!" Lan Xue fired, pouring endless rage and concern into the gun and bullet, which roared toward Tang Tian like a war god's roar.

Almost simultaneously, Ghost Hand and the others also opened fire, bullets heading for Tang Tian. But at the same time, Lan Xue noticed a slightly older middle-aged man beside Tang Tian suddenly sensed the danger. Like lightning, he knocked Tang Tian to the ground. The bullet hit the man, spraying a stream of blood in the strange, bewitching air.

"Damn." Despite such a situation, Tang Tian narrowly avoided disaster. Lan Xue, with a furious face, continued firing but discovered that the enemies did not immediately disperse and hide. Instead, they skillfully lay down and responded with rapid gunfire, suppressing Lan Xue, who, after firing three shots, had to quickly duck for cover.