The strongest soldier

Luo Zheng looked at the pursuers who were trying to gather together and sneered. The leader of this group did have some skills. He knew how to use silence to make everyone disperse and fight. Without the lights, no one could see anyone else. If everyone hadn't had night vision goggles, this battle would have been dangerous. When he realized that there was nothing he could do about it, the leader of the gang immediately worried everyone and turned on his flashlight, obviously planning to retreat.

"It's too late." Seeing that there were only a dozen or so enemies left, Luo Zheng sneered and whispered through the headset: "Kill."

Everyone understood the meaning of this sentence, and came out from behind the bunker and started shooting at the enemies. There were five or six enemies. Each person only needed to kill two people. A single shot solved the problem. They were about to continue shooting. When he was shooting, he found that the enemy was hiding and counterattacking, and Luo Zheng's instructions rang in his ears: "Leave one alive."

Of course, the enemy's leader is most valuable alive. What can ordinary militants know? Everyone tapped their headsets knowingly to express their understanding. They took advantage of the cover of the surrounding trees and slowly moved towards the exposed enemy. After taking a few steps, the enemy suddenly emerged from the bunker and fled down the mountain, which disrupted morale.

"Puff!" Several gunshots were fired, and the fleeing people were shot to death one by one. Luo Zheng knocked down a man who looked like the leader, and the bullet hit his thigh. This man was both dead and disabled. Everyone swarmed up and looked at him warily. He didn't dare to be careless in the face of the corpses all over the ground.

Luo Zheng came to the wounded man, kicked the opponent's gun away, and slowly squatted down, wearing a ghillie suit all over his body. His cold eyes were like a ghost under the moonlight, and his face was covered with oil paint, giving him an impression of With a feeling of terror, Luo Zheng keenly noticed that the other party was timid. He glanced at the other party's thigh and said coldly: "Tell me your identity?" He used international language.

The other party looked at Luo Zheng in panic and muttered something. Luo Zheng couldn't understand and had no interest in continuing the interrogation. He wanted to keep him alive just to try and see if he could figure out the other party's identity. Since he couldn't communicate, he wanted to keep him alive. The meaning was gone. He stood up slowly and aimed the gun at the opponent's heart. His slightly closed eyes burst out with murderous intent, and he was about to pull the trigger.

"Wait a minute." The other person suddenly spoke, using international lingua franca that was half-baked, but understandable.

Luo Zheng slowly squatted down and placed his tiger fangs on the opponent's neck. The cold blade exuded the chill of death, which made people's hearts tremble. Luo Zheng said coldly: "You only have one chance, tell me."

"I told you, can you let me live?" the other party asked quickly, with panic eyes full of expectation.

"I can." Luo Zheng said coldly.

"We are from the armed warlords. You must be sent by the Huaxia Kingdom, right?" The other party looked overjoyed and said quickly, fearing that Luo Zheng would kill him. Seeing the surprised expression on Luo Zheng's face, he quickly explained: "We received The order says that it is not safe during this period and you may come over at any time, so let us keep an eye on it."

"How did you know we were back?" Luo Zheng asked coldly, with a murderous look on his face.

"I don't know, that's what was explained above, but the specific situation was not mentioned." The man felt Luo Zheng's terrifying murderous aura, his breath stagnated, and he quickly explained, for fear that Luo Zheng would make a move, and saw an impatient expression on Luo Zheng's face. , and quickly added: "Our people have kidnapped your people, and you must come to rescue them. It is not difficult to guess."

"Where are the people being detained?" Luo Zheng asked coldly.

"I don't know. This kind of thing is confidential and not something I can know." The man quickly explained.

"Huh?" Luo Zheng snorted in dissatisfaction. The tiger-tooth saber in his hand had a little more strength and easily cut open the skin on the opponent's neck. A faint trace of blood overflowed. If it entered the flesh a little more, he would definitely die.

"Don't, don't, I know who knows." The man said quickly. Seeing that Luo Zheng's terrifying murderous aura had been withdrawn, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly explained: "Our general's son, he must know."

"The general's son?" Luo Zheng asked coldly. Seeing that the other party didn't seem to be talking, he asked, "Where is he? How many people are with him?"

"He is in a city a hundred kilometers away, just walk along the river. I can take you there." The other party said quickly, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, his face was pale, and he was obviously frightened.

"Eh? Let's go?" Luo Zheng slowly put away his fangs, glanced at the opponent's thigh, took out the first aid kit from the military bag, and bandaged the opponent to stop the bleeding. There was still a long way to go, and this person couldn't die like this. , Snow Leopard came up to help each other, and everyone walked down the mountain.

When he came to the river bank, Luo Zheng saw several boats parked on the river bank. He picked a larger one, moved two barrels of oil from other boats and put it in for later use. After lighting the fire, everyone set off and headed forward.

Along the way, everyone was silent. The injured militants looked at the well-equipped Luo Zheng and others and knew that they were no match. They gave up all thoughts of resistance and led the way honestly, hoping to leave one alive. A hundred kilometers of waterway is enough. I walked for more than two hours, but fortunately no one checked me along the way.

Under the moonlit night, everyone successfully arrived near a small town by the river under the cover of darkness. The boat slowed down and everyone calmly looked at the city lights in the distance. It was already around 11 o'clock in the evening, and there were no people outside. There were only a few cars here and there. The car passed by and was clearly visible in the sniper scope.

Luo Zheng observed for a while and said: "Mountain Eagle, Snow Leopard, you two stay on the boat to take care of us. Guishou, Xue'er, the three of us come ashore in casual clothes. What's the problem?"

"No problem." Everyone responded softly.

Luo Zheng came to the prisoners and said coldly: "Don't have any bad intentions. You brought us here. Even if you kill us, your general will not spare you. For you, there is only one The only way to survive is to take us to find the general’s son. By the way, how many sons does your general have?”

"Just one, don't worry, I understand." The other party responded quickly, fearing that Luo Zheng would regret it, and psychologically he knew very well that what Luo Zheng said was true. The general was not a soft-hearted person towards those who betrayed the interests of armed warlords.

"Just understand." Luo Zheng said coldly, got some river water to wash his face, took off his equipment and clothes and pants, and put on spare militant clothes. The militants wore local casual clothes. Everyone pretended to be locals, and after the boat found a place to dock, everyone jumped on it.

Luo Zheng pressed the prisoner, and a grenade was tied to the opponent's back. The safety was tied with a thin rope, and one end was in Luo Zheng's hand. As long as Luo Zheng pulled hard, the grenade would explode. In the face of life and death, the prisoner behaved very actively. , knowing that the group of people in front of him are all murderers, who would not blink an eye when killing people, and could not be offended, so he carefully led the way in front.