Strongest Soldier King Chapter 1489 1489: Lovers Reunited

Nightfall descended, the moonlight as gentle as water, softly sprinkling over the vast snowfield, as if draping a silver veil over the earth. Bai Xue reflected the moonlight, and the forest was shrouded in gray. Luo Zheng tightly gripped the Dragon Tooth Long Sword and walked forward, stepping high and low in the snowdrifts, his face as resolute as ice, his gaze sharp and fixed ahead, like the cold stars twinkling in the sky.

After escaping from the cliff, Luo Zheng headed north and was relieved not to encounter any enemies, guessing that they had chased towards the east and south and would never expect him to head north in a feint. Along the way, Luo Zheng continuously used the family-inherited Breathing Skill to restore his stamina and gradually climbed up a mountain ridge.

The snow on the ridge was noticeably shallower, making walking less strenuous. The surrounding dense trees provided excellent cover. Luo Zheng quickened his pace towards the west, having sprinted with the snowmobile earlier, not knowing how far he'd traveled. He hoped to return to where Lan Xue was before dawn and prayed that Lan Xue hadn't been discovered.

Worried about Lan Xue's safety, Luo Zheng anxiously increased his speed. All he had left was a Dragon Tooth and a Tiger Teeth; all his other equipnt was gone. Even the rifle he seized was lost during the pursuit. Luckily, he still had his white cloak, which provided so concealnt.

Thankfully, the signal device was tightly secured with a belt, otherwise, he would be unable to communicate with the outside world. Wary of exposing himself, Luo Zheng dared not activate the signal device — who knew where enemies might be lurking nearby? It was best to be cautious. Before he knew it, it was midnight; both exhausted and hungry, he had to stop and rest in a patch of forest.

Not far away, he noticed a thicket with animal tracks on the snow, not deep but distinguishable as pheasant tracks. Luo Zheng was delighted and followed the footprints, drawing his Tiger Teeth dagger as he cautiously approached the bush. Pulling aside the bush, he found a pheasant nest with two pheasants inside.

The pheasants were suddenly startled awake, fluttering wildly. Luo Zheng swiftly caught one, but the other flew away more than ten ters, landing and panic-stricken. Luo Zheng didn't pursue it further as one was sufficient; discovering it was a snow pheasant with grayish body, he was delighted at the thought of its tender, sweet at. He quickly twisted its neck and stopped in a nearby spot, plucking the snow pheasant's feathers with a few swift motions.

For the sake of survival, Luo Zheng disregarded etiquette, using the Tiger Teeth dagger to cut open the pheasant's skin. After tearing off a large chunk of at, he bit directly into it, his mouth filled with blood. Fortunately, despite the taste, the at was tender since survival was at stake. Luo Zheng grimaced as he chewed, forcing himself to swallow.

Under the moonlight, Luo Zheng sat quietly, his eyes fixed firmly ahead, chewing on the raw at without moving. He looked like a wild man but contemplated strategies for escape. Surely, the enemies would blockade the border upon losing him, preventing his return. What could he do?

Faced with this predicant, Luo Zheng frowned deeply, speculating that by now, the main force had probably retreated. He found so comfort in this thought, continuing to consu the raw at. Once his empty stomach was filled, he felt much better and gradually digested the at, turning it into energy coursing through his body.

The fresh at of the pheasant's body was almost entirely devoured by Luo Zheng. Despite its gay flavor, survival left him no choice but to force it down. He threw the remaining carcass into the thicket; in such cold, it would soon freeze solid, and not even a wolfhound would catch the scent of blood.

Having eaten, Luo Zheng didn't rush to leave but sat to adjust his breath, knowing he needed to restore strength for a faster pace ahead and to handle sudden dangers. After half an hour, Luo Zheng stood tall, casting a composed gaze over the surrounding forest, quickly judging the direction, and choosing a route to jog forward.

While running, Luo Zheng continuously adjusted his breathing using the Breathing Skill to conserve energy. Crossing ridge after ridge, the landscape kept repeating. Were it not for Luo Zheng's familiarity with the jungle and his ability to navigate, he would have lost the way back. Thinking of Lan Xue, Luo Zheng tightened his lips, his eyes as sharp as swords.

Encountering no enemies along the way, dawn approached without his realizing. Luo Zheng stood on a Mountain Ridge, gazing at the rising sun, taking a deep breath. Being alive was a blessing, but thinking of Lan Xue, he imdiately surveyed the surroundings, searching for direction. Once he recognized familiar terrain, he sighed in relief and quickly followed the ridge.

About an hour later, Luo Zheng arrived at a slope he once stayed on. He glanced in the direction of the nearby ravine, the hiding place of Lan Xue, seeing no signs of disturbance. He let out a deep breath, vigilantly scanning the surroundings, detecting no enemy presence. Unfortunately, having lost his sniper scope, his range of observation was limited.

Considering the possible consequences of enemy ambushes nearby, Luo Zheng suppressed his urgency, refraining from rushing to rescue Lan Xue. Instead, he remained tightly concealed, observing sharply and missing no detail, not even a shrub. Should there be an enemy scout hidden, all his efforts would be in vain.

Five minutes later, detecting no danger, Luo Zheng dashed madly towards the ravine, stumbling and sprawling in his haste. Soon, he arrived at the cave entrance, frantically digging with his hands, shouting, "Xue Er, I'm here, I'm here. Are you okay? Say sothing, don't frighten ."

"I knew you would co back for ." A faint voice ca from within, filled with endless joy.

At the sound, Luo Zheng was overjoyed. Just as he prepared to continue digging, the snow blocking the entrance was excavated from inside, and out rushed a person, lunging towards him—his beloved Lan Xue. Luo Zheng slipped, and Lan Xue knocked him to the ground, their heated lips eting passionately.

Separated for a day and a night, the reunited lovers embraced tightly, neither willing to part, afraid of losing each other again. Their lips pressed closely together, transforming endless worry and longing into a deep kiss. Lost in their embrace, at this mont, they felt as one, united heart and soul, forgetting troubles, forgetting enemies, and forgetting danger. It seed as if the world contained nothing but the two of them.

After a while, feeling breathless and lightheaded, they pulled apart, neither embarrassed nor affected, as if it was only natural. Seeing Lan Xue's red and swollen eyes and tear-streaked face, Luo Zheng was heartbroken and said guiltily, "I made you suffer."

"Let's not say such things between us anymore. You are , and I am you. Our lives have rged into one; formality only distances us. You risked yourself to draw away the enemy so I could survive—having you in my life is enough." Lan Xue gazed at Luo Zheng lovingly and smiled happily.