Strongest Soldier King

The attack from Siya Fa's team came faster than expected. Before the convoy even arrived, they initiated the assault. A 100-man elite unit spread out, forming groups of thirty. They attacked in a triangular formation, with the leading thirty forming an assault triangle, maintaining certain distances. This attack formation was clearly meticulously laid out; otherwise, how could a band of untrained bandits know such tactics?

Luo Zheng saw this and immediately understood it was the handiwork of the Special Forces from Sam Country. He let out a cold smile, looking through his binoculars towards the rear of the group. He spotted a dozen men dressed unusually in a pentagon distribution, who should be the targets he sought. Overjoyed, he quickly set up the confiscated M200 sniper rifle, ideal for its effective range of 2000 meters.

Each critical defense point had his people closely watching, reassuring Luo Zheng. He quickly aimed his sniper rifle at a Sam Country Special Forces member, calculated the distance — over 2000 meters — but it was night, and the refraction of light caused visual contrast, complicating the aim. Luo Zheng wasn't fully confident, so he abandoned the attempt to assassinate the opponent and instead aimed at the attackers coming up.

Among the first thirty forming the attack wave, someone screamed loudly. Luo Zheng guessed this was the leader but did not attack. He quickly scanned the other two attack formations and soon found another leader, full-bearded, waving an AK47, incessantly cheering on his men, and leading the charge forward.

Luo Zheng swiftly measured the range; they were already under 1500 meters away. The visibility was low, allowing only a blurry silhouette of the adversary, with wind speed at level three. Adjusting his sniper point based on the conditions, Luo Zheng's expression turned firm. Suddenly, he decisively pulled the trigger.

'Whiz!' The sniper bullet emitted a sharp whistle, as if tearing through the night sky, laden with endless murderous intent towards its target. Through the sniper scope, Luo Zheng saw the target collapse backward, a blood arrow shooting from the chest, clearly unlivable. Delighted, he spoke into his earpiece, "Brothers, don't reveal our positions prematurely. Snipe the leaders and halt their assault."

"Understood," everyone responded knowingly.

The mountains were eerily quiet; everyone hid in their cover, coldly observing the charging warlord forces. Though internally anxious, there was no retreat or panic but a firm grip on their guns. Outnumbered five to one, with Luo Zheng's initial success boosting morale, hope arose.

With the leader snipered by Luo Zheng, the troop's attack speed considerably slowed. Some confidants even returned to check the situation. Just then, another sniper shot rang out. Luo Zheng, unsure who fired it, quickly scanned and saw another leader from another formation killed, to his great joy.

The deaths of two leaders caused the two formations' assault speeds to slow significantly, creating a gap with the front arrowhead formation. This was exactly the result Luo Zheng wanted. A mass swarm attack of over a hundred warlords was hard to handle, but with the delay of the other two formations, the front formation now only had thirty enemy soldiers, which wasn't difficult for his team.

Luo Zheng quickly aimed at the rearmost Sam Country Special Forces and found they advanced around 500 meters forward, taking cover without initiating an attack. Luo Zheng surmised they were observing for firing points to adjust their tactics, letting out a cold smile.

In front, the terrain was flat, offering no good cover even when hidden. With a vantage point, Luo Zheng could clearly view them. He quickly aimed at a Sam Country Special Forces soldier, ready to fire, but noticed the opponent alertly rolling twice, scrambling backward. Luo Zheng sneered and fired without hesitation.

'Whiz!' The sniper bullet issued a terrifying moan, drawing a deathly energy wave, vanishing in the moonlight. Luo Zheng saw the target stagger and fall, while others rushed to support the fallen and quickly retreated.

Luo Zheng, unsure if he had hit the target, angrily aimed again, preparing to fire, but noticed the dozen Special Forces were already retreating. Just then, the convoy roared in, and the Special Forces hid behind it, making them hard to spot. Luo Zheng, teeth gritted, bitterly ordered, "Let them in before attacking."

"Understood," Sarazi and Gai Wafu responded, coordinating with their units via radio.

The thirty-person assault team in front was no more than 500 meters away, about to storm into the mountain pass. The ambushers in the highlands remained silent, no one revealing themselves. The gentle wind blew across the mountains, diluting the intense killing aura, while the howling charge of armed personnel below starkly transformed the quiet wilderness into a terrifying scene.

Three hundred meters, two hundred meters—Lan Xue calmly observed the enemy, maintaining a heart as still as water, with a chilling gaze harboring restrained killing intent, unaffected as if the enemies didn't exist at all. Many of Gai Wafu's elite quietly watched Lan Xue, awaiting her attack command.

The armed personnel were about to breach the mountain pass, only a hundred meters away. The AK47 had an effective aimed range of 400 meters, but its sights could be set to 800 meters. Practically, the bullet remained lethal at 1200 meters, and a stray at 1500 meters could still penetrate an unprotected body. However, its lethality was reduced, but for armed warlords under 100 meters away, it was absolutely a deadly weapon.

Everyone was curious why Lan Xue had not ordered to shoot, but adhering to Gai Wafu's strict command, they patiently waited, grips tightened on their guns, soberly prepared. Lan Xue understood the battle's significance and the consequences of her orders. She hoped for a minor victory to boost morale, focusing on these thirty enemies, while knowing the following two elements trailed over 300 meters behind, needing time to catch up. Lan Xue intended to use this gap to eliminate the front foes first.

Waiting was suffocating. Watching the approaching enemies required great psychological endurance. Some couldn't help but want to fire to relieve their inner fear, but seeing Lan Xue, a woman, calm in observing the advancing enemies settled their hearts inexplicably.

"Fire!" Just when they were about to succumb to the pressure, Lan Xue issued the attack command. Instantly, the pressure on everyone eased, unconcerned with aiming; they sprayed the advancing foes with gunfire. Though AK47's accuracy was low, its firing rate was fast. The densely packed bullets sprayed like a barrage, terrifying in the moonlight.

"Da-da-da!" Bullets roared, echoing with panic, knocking down enemies in the front one by one, their cries echoing endlessly.