Strongest Soldier King

Watching Niu Gang and Shi Tao lead their team into the storm, Luo Zheng suddenly realized a problem. If this ambush was indeed the so-called Demon Extermination operation, then the enemy would be the Reincarnation Killer Organization and the Death God Killer Organization, perhaps even special agents from Sam Country. After a battle, there were about sixty enemies left. It seemed the enemy was concentrating all its forces to settle the score with him?

"So be it, let's see who laughs last," Luo Zheng thought to himself, his cold gaze piercing the storm, straining to see ahead where the enemy's ambush had been. It was quiet at this moment, but sporadic gunfire soon erupted again. Luo Zheng focused intently: Niu Gang and Shi Tao's men had gone down the mountain and encountered the enemy, engaging in a chaotic fight hard to distinguish in the stormy night.

The combat capability of the guard company was relatively weak, so Luo Zheng had Niu Gang and Shi Tao lead their men down to entangle with the enemy in the stormy night, completely holding them up. The longer the engagement, the more advantageous it would be for us. As for the combat ability of Niu Gang, Shi Tao, and their men, Luo Zheng was very confident, as those Zhongnanhai bodyguards were all elite, selected from various special forces across the country. Their combat prowess was certainly not lacking. Letting them fight freely, they would definitely not lose to these enemies.

Watching the storm pour down the mountain, with no silhouettes to be seen, gunfire occasionally rang out from below, and Luo Zheng had no idea how the battle was going. He immediately called over a platoon leader and said, "Do you see the back mountain? Take your men and rush out. Regardless of any resistance you encounter, you must break through. Don't stop, make sure to get the situation here out."

"Yes." The platoon leader's face became stern, feeling the pressure, but without hesitation, he agreed, turned and sprinted a few steps, standing in the rain like a statue, unmoved by the wind and water. His eyes coldly commanded, "Second Platoon, except for the wounded, the rest follow me."

"Yes." Dozens of men rose from their cover, quickly assembled, lined up in two columns, and charged toward the back mountain, while the platoon leader ran over to another platoon leader to borrow a walkie-talkie, swiftly rejoining his unit, quickly vanishing into the storm.

"The remaining two platoons, jointly defend the mountain peak," Luo Zheng loudly reminded.

"Yes," the other two platoon leaders responded, reallocating their men to cover the position vacated by the second platoon.

The storm grew heavier, as if the sky was about to collapse, visibility kept dropping. Luo Zheng sat coldly on the ground, watching the front, ears pricked at the intermittent gunfire. Both sides were locked in melee, and this adverse weather affected both us and the enemy equally.

"Commander, should we organize our teams to join the battle?" a platoon leader ran over, saluting, and impatiently asked, "The brothers are feeling stifled staying here, seeing other brothers enjoying the fight with the enemy, they're upset."

"No," Luo Zheng refused without hesitation. Seeing the platoon leader hesitating to speak, he continued, "The morale among the guard company brothers is soaring, which is great, but their combat capability is relatively inferior. I'm not underestimating anyone, but you have no idea who the enemy is or how formidable they are. Besides, with the storm everywhere, visibility is very low, and having more people may actually be a disadvantage, not to mention the risk of friendly fire. It's better to hold fast here and prevent further disruption to the fallen brothers; that would be a great achievement."

"Understood," the platoon leader reluctantly agreed. As a soldier, staying in the rear to observe was stifling, but he understood that Luo Zheng spoke the truth. The enemy was more formidable than imagined, visibility was extremely low in the storm, and more people could lead to disarray and friendly fire, making it better to hold one position.

Thinking of this, the platoon leader couldn't help but look ahead. Rain had obscured everything there, even the highway was unclear, only the car headlights shone, flickering in the storm. The platoon leader turned to Luo Zheng, his face solemn, and said, "Commander, it looks like the enemy has deployed heavy troops below the slope. It's fortunate we didn't rush down, otherwise, it would have been troublesome."

Luo Zheng had already noticed this issue, replying coldly, "The enemy deployed heavy troops below the slope, using RPGs to attack the convoy, creating chaos. Fortunately, your tactical skills were good enough to hide on site and not fall for their trap. Otherwise, there would be more casualties."

The platoon leader knew Luo Zheng didn't mention the dozen or so panicked warriors who ran down the slope to protect the guard company's reputation. Grateful, he said, "Thanks to your decisive decision-making, if we had stayed defensively on the highway, we'd only suffer more. Several rounds of RPGs would wipe us out. The enemy seems to have deployed forces in our retreat direction as well, and the best plan was indeed a counterattack, disrupting their deployment."

"Let's not dwell on that. Relay orders to guard against the enemy taking advantage of the storm to creep up the mountain." Luo Zheng said sternly.

"Yes." The platoon leader hurried off to pass the order.

The enemy's arrogance, their unscrupulous means, and reckless actions sliced through Luo Zheng's heart like a knife. A strong sense of humiliation surged within him — for the enemy to be so audacious on his own soil. Humiliation, Luo Zheng clenched his gun, suddenly stood up. What did injuries matter? As a soldier, in the face of humiliation, there were only two choices: destroy the enemy or be destroyed. One could never live in disgrace.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Just as Luo Zheng decided to charge down to join the fray, sudden gunfire erupted from the side. Alarmed, Luo Zheng instantly realized there was an enemy sneak attack. He steeled his face and shouted angrily, "Don't panic, hold your positions, aim before you fire." With that, he rushed toward the direction of the gunfire.

The chaotic troops quickly stabilized, silently lurking, letting the storm batter them without flinching, aiming their guns forward, their gazes gradually sharpening. Only in combat, amidst the flames of war, can soldiers truly transform into iron-blooded warriors, even those well-trained guard company soldiers.

Soon, Luo Zheng reached the two soldiers lying in ambush, pounced to the ground, and coldly eyed the front. Visibility was less than five to six meters. Nothing was in sight. He couldn't help but ask, "What's the situation?"

"We noticed a black shadow before, but after shooting, there was nothing," the soldier replied nervously, fearing Luo Zheng would blame him for shooting recklessly. Shooting indiscriminately on the battlefield is a taboo, easily causing panic and even exposing one's position to danger.

"Brothers, stay vigilant, shoot immediately if you spot a suspicious target. Don't hesitate. After firing, change positions right away, don't wait to die in one spot. Operate in groups of three, fight independently, no need to ask for instructions." Luo Zheng did not blame the soldier, but instead loudly ordered, his voice spreading over the mountain. Everyone clearly heard this order, breathing a sigh of relief. This command greatly boosted everyone's confidence and courage.