Strongest Soldier King Chapter 1127 1127: Making Preparations

The strong enemy has surrounded us, and there's no food on the mountain. Faced with this situation, even Luo Zheng and the others were at a loss. But after hearing Hook's plan, they all brightened up and laughed. Hook's plan was simple: have soone leave from the back of the mountain, quietly sneak into the valley, organize people to discreetly bring food through, and use special ropes that are long enough, about two hundred ters in total, to hang the food up.

The back of the mountain is a steep cliff. People can descend using ropes, and below the cliff lies a river that won't block those who can swim from crossing. The food doesn't need to be carried up; it can be pulled directly with ropes. Below the cliff, there's dense forest and river with strong concealnt. Delivering food won't have to worry about being discovered and stopped by the enemy.

This plan received everyone's approval. Tasked with executing it was Lang Sen, the most skilled in camouflage from the Hook Tribe. Hook carefully explained the situation to Lang Sen, who agreed. Luo Zheng asked Ghost Hand to help take out so special ropes from everyone's backpacks, and they went to the back of the mountain with Lang Sen.

The food problem was resolved. With trenches and traps laid with button bombs in place, Luo Zheng suddenly felt much relaxed. Next would be the issue of water, which posed no challenge to the Hook Tribe natives, living in the primal forest for generations. People cut down trees, hollowed out the trunks to make containers, ready to catch rainwater from above anyti.

Rain falls frequently in the primal forest, with damp air. The water issue isn't a problem. With this done, solutions for all survival problems were practically found. Remaining was to see the effectiveness of specific actions. After so deliberation, everyone decided to dig one more trench. The sa will be done on the other side of the mountain too. This task was assigned to the Hook Tribe people. With existing trenches to imitate, the newly dug trenches wouldn't be too poor.

The Hook Tribe people were responsible for digging trenches. Luo Zheng divided the people of Scholar, Farr, Gardener, and Monk into two groups. One went to lay mines, and the other handled guarding duties. The injured collected dry firewood and such for backup. Everyone started moving. Ti was pressing, and the enemy could attack at any ti, so preparations had to be completed quickly.

Everyone began to hustle around and Luo Zheng rested in the trench, utilizing the family's Breathing Skill to regulate his internal injury. The consecutive battles had worsened his injuries significantly. Luo Zheng felt himself weakening—if this continued, his body might not withstand it. Nearby, Lan Xue watched over with concern, keeping guard.

anwhile, in a forest five kiloters from Luo Zheng and the others, a bonfire was burning on the ground. A group of people sat silently by the fire, pondering sothing. Among them was Jackson. A fully ard soldier ran up to Jackson, whispered softly in his ear, and left. A glint of brilliance flashed in Jackson's calm eyes, his face turned grave. After slightly coughing to draw everyone's attention, he said, "Everyone, I've just received news. Our opponents haven't stayed idle; they might be setting up traps."

Upon hearing the word "trap," everyone thought back to the last battle. Jackson didn't participate in the previous fight, so his understanding of the traps might be limited, but he'd heard descriptions from everyone. His stern gaze swept over everyone present, and he continued coldly, "Tonight's battle, there were victories and defeats on both sides. I must admit we all underestimated the enemy's strength. Our understanding of the enemy is still insufficient. What's next? Everyone, please speak up."

"In my opinion, it's better to turn back. As long as we control the people in the valley, force Hook to hand over weapons and the people we're looking for, we can even coerce Hook to switch sides and strike. Why bother fighting them here?" Soone suggested in a gruff voice.

Everyone listened indifferently, neither opposing nor supporting, as if the matter had nothing to do with them. Yet, their gazes upon the bonfire showed disdain, irony, and so interest. Jackson looked coldly at the speaker and said unemotionally, "Leave dealing with civilians for later. Our task is to catch the target, alive or dead. The target is on the mountain. Shouldn't we consider how to attack?"

"If the enemy is preparing traps, it will increase the attack's difficulty. We have only two choices: first, seize the chance while the enemy's footing isn't steady and the traps aren't set up, launch a strong attack. If you're afraid, my people can lead the charge. Second, besiege, trap them on the mountain," a rugged man said coldly.

Jackson glanced at the speaker and identified him as the Snow Bear Special Forces Captain. During the last battle, a Snow Bear Special Forces Captain was captured alive. Snow Bear was mocked, sothing regarded as the greatest humiliation. This ti, another squad has been sent over to redeem the embarrassnt. The combat power is said to be stronger than the previous squad, but nobody has seen them in action.

Soldiers respect the strong and speak through their fists, but they won't easily admit defeat. Everyone lacks sufficient knowledge of the Snow Bear Special Forces' power and naturally won't give enough respect. Jackson is no exception, only maintaining sufficient courtesy as he said lightly, "The attacking unit discovered trenches. A hasty attack would cause us heavy losses. I issued the retreat order. Are you doubting my command ability?" The words concealed a hint of displeasure.

The Arctic Bear Country and Sam Country are naturally at odds, generations of hatred. The Snow Bear Captain looked disdainfully at Jackson, considered the upcoming battle might bring him too many adversaries that wouldn't be beneficial to himself, didn't lash out, and coldly said, "Your command ability has been proven by facts: organized encirclent, yet the opponent ran away, incurred heavy losses. I believe you are ready to explain this result to every nation, aren't you?"

"Of course, whether right or wrong, it's not up to you. The battle plan was jointly discussed and reported for approval from each nation. Even if there's an error, it's a collective decision error. Moreover, I don't believe we lost. Loss ratio? Nearly the sa for everyone. Battle condition? The enemy is surrounded on the mountain by us. Where do you think we lost?" Jackson said slowly, with a sharp gleam in his cold eyes.

About truly arguing about winning or losing, the Snow Bear Captain couldn't find fault with Jackson, at most the combat objective wasn't achieved. But who can predict events on the battlefield? Seeing the other side quiet, Jackson's chilling gaze swept once more across the crowd, continued, "Everyone, we are a coalition. I hope there are no selfish motives. Work unitedly, finish the mission collaboratively, or else, as in the last ti, we will swallow the defeat fruit, return ho as a nation's disgrace."

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but look at Jackson. As proud soldiers, no one wanted to bear the bitter fruit of defeat. Soone asked angrily, "Enough with the nonsense; let's discuss the upcoming battle."

"Exactly." Everyone echoed in agreent.