The strongest soldier

Tropical primeval forest, during heavy rain.

Luo Zheng and others rushed forward in the rain, like hungry wolves. No one said anything. The heat on their bodies mixed with the rain, evaporating a white mist. The ghillie suits were completely soaked by the rain, and there were big raindrops. It fell on the helmet and splashed everywhere instantly, making a thumping sound. The thick paint of the soldiers was washed away by the rain. The veins of the arm holding the gun were exposed. The sharp eyes were more firm and powerful, and the lips were tightly closed, extremely angry.

Run, run fast, blocked by the crossing trees, jump high and jump over, never turning around to waste time, the rainwater on the ground is splashed away by the explosion-proof shoes, making a splashing sound, no one looks back, no one stops, everyone Running with all his might.

A soldier carrying a wounded man could no longer run. Someone rushed over from beside him. He carried the wounded man on his back and continued running without stopping. Luo Zheng and the scholar led several snipers and fell behind to cut off the enemy. , the pursuit regardless of losses made Luo Zheng and others very passive. Fortunately, they jumped out of the encirclement. There was only one threat, otherwise it would be even more troublesome.

During the alternating cover, Luo Zheng had a cold face and said nothing, his lips were tightly closed, and his cold eyes were constantly looking for the chasing enemies, and quickly killed them. Along the way, Luo Zheng didn't know how many people he had killed. Know how to shoot, keep shooting, kill the enemies who dare to pursue them, and let out the anger in your heart.

This time he almost got dumped. Luo Zheng knew that it was his command error. He was so embarrassed that he wished he could tear Tulu into pieces. After finishing one magazine, he immediately replaced it with another. When retreating, Luo Zheng picked it up. Three magazines, each with a capacity of 30 rounds, are enough to last for a while.

Regarding Tulu's crazy pursuit, Luo Zheng suddenly realized that the armed warlord's ability to fight alone was limited. Therefore, Tulu laid out this situation and then used the human sea tactic and the brown sugar tactic to kill everyone. This kind of killing a thousand enemies The tactic of eight hundred self-destruction was a headache. Luo Zheng was a little helpless, so he had to cover everyone and evacuate first.

"Captain, the retreating brothers sent a message. The retreat direction is a tall mountain. To the north is a steep mountainside and to the south is a gentle slope. How to get there?" The scholar charged over, leaning against a big tree, and said to Luo Zheng shouted loudly as he glanced at the pursuers. After spotting the target, he quickly shot and killed the target before retracting.

"Go south, tell the brothers to hurry up." Luo Zheng roared, holding the gun in his hand flat on his shoulder, kneeling down to aim and shoot, his whole body seemed motionless, bullet holes popped out of the gun chamber, Just like Luo Zheng's anger, hot bullet holes fell into the rain, evaporating streams of heat.

"Yes." The scholar shouted loudly. Although he didn't know why Luo Zheng chose the south, he still chose to trust without reservation, conveyed the order, and continued to aim at the pursuers behind him.

There were many enemy pursuers, but they were blocked by trees, and the ground became slippery after being washed by rain, making it difficult to walk. The speed was not particularly fast. Luo Zheng, the scholar, and several snipers suppressed them with precise shots. By holding back the pursuers, taking turns to cover and retreat, and keeping a distance from the pursuers, the situation was finally under control.

What Luo Zheng didn't know was that Tulu, who was behind the pursuers, looked at the corpses on the ground and the constant reports of battle damage. His face turned cold. Balang also looked ugly when he heard the report. This siege battle was about to begin. They were about to succeed. Unexpectedly, the opponent was alerted in advance and charged back to break through the encirclement. The chasing team was exhausted. How could they stop Luo Zheng and others who were determined to break through? Nearly a hundred people died, not counting the wounded.

This is nothing, what's more important is the troops chasing up. They are fresh troops. The pursuit lasted only half an hour. More than a hundred people have been killed. The condition of the wounded is not good either. Those who were shot were all in vital parts. Who can survive? No one knows what the percentage will be.

Tulu's armed warlords are relatively large in the surrounding area. They have 5,000 people and good equipment, but they cannot withstand such consumption. Balang estimated that in the battles in the past few days, at least one-fifth of them will be lost. With one force, ammunition is consumed in huge quantities. If this continues, what will happen? Thinking of this, Balang couldn't help but glance at Tulu.

Tulu was furious, his gloomy face was about to drip with water, and his slightly closed triangular eyes flashed with a frightening fierce light. People around him moved away unconsciously, for fear of offending Tulu and causing death, Ba Lang pondered bitterly for a moment, then walked up and said, "Dad, are you looking for another opportunity to ambush them?"

Balang did not dare to persuade Tulu to give up the pursuit, but he also knew that no one except himself would dare to remonstrate with Tulu when he was angry. In order to preserve his strength, Balang knew that he had to speak out. Tulu gave Balang a cold look. , roared angrily: "Ambush, ambush, do you know where they will go back in the future? Where will they ambush? Now they are like lost dogs. As long as they persist in chasing, they will not be able to run away. Once they are allowed to run away, they will die by then." It’s us, we have lost so many brothers, you want me to give up? How do you want me to explain to the brothers who died in the battle?" After saying that, Tulu almost roared, and looked at Balang with more disappointment.

In terms of combat experience, Balang is obviously not as good as Turu. Of course, an ambush is necessary, but he must also be able to ambush him. This time, he managed to surround him, but he was still killed by the opponent. Will there be such a good opportunity next time? Tulu stared at Balang, his fierce eyes filled with disappointment, and then he shouted angrily: "Chase me and avenge my brothers."

"Kill!" The eyes of the people around were bright, and everyone had emotions. Tulu shouted the slogan of revenge for the brothers who died in the war, which made everyone feel happy and full of fighting spirit. They compared their hearts with each other. Whoever died would not long for others. revenge? Even armed warlords carrying their heads to earn a living.

Seeing that his military spirit was ready, Tulu glanced at Balang coldly and led the team to chase him. Balang could not help but shudder. He read a lot of information from Tulu's eyes. His face was pale, and he gritted his teeth and was about to prepare. He led people to rush to help, but he was suddenly distracted by someone next to him.

This man was short in stature, but he gave off a capable appearance. He lowered his voice and said, "Brother, for the sake of prestige and cohesion, the general has to lead people in pursuit, but you have to consider the issue of preserving your strength."

These heart-wrenching words would definitely not end well for anyone else, but Balang thought highly of this person. He frowned and pondered for a moment before asking, "How do you say this?"

"After all the people are beaten, how will we live in the future? What will happen to the defenders at home?" the man asked with a cold face.