Strongest Soldier King Chapter 1503 1503: Making a Plan

In the simple hotel room, the furniture is arranged very neatly, exuding a military vibe. As the sea breeze gently blows the curtains open, bringing in a slightly damp sea scent that dispels the room's stuffiness, Luo Zheng and the others sit together with somber expressions, contemplating Ghost Hand's matter. Lan Xing is swiftly typing on the keyboard, searching for relevant information, while Lan Xue calmly says, "There are constant tribal wars in Gangjin Country, very chaotic, both adults and children use guns. As for the kidnapping of Red Cross mbers, we still don't know who did it, so we can't assess the enemy's strength."

"How's the climate over there?" Luo Zheng asks worriedly. Everyone has just co from an icy landscape; their bodies are still in recovery period, making them unsuited for high-intensity operations. If the climate is freezing, it will be a big problem, but Ghost Hand's matter cannot be delayed. We had no news before, but now that we do, we must go there imdiately.

Lan Xue thinks for a mont and continues, "Gangjin Country is in the Equatorial Climate Zone, with yearly temperatures above 21.1 degrees Celsius (70 degrees Fahrenheit) and an average temperature of 27.8 degrees Celsius (82 degrees Fahrenheit). It's hot and rainy with many mountains. The entire region is divided into dry and rainy seasons; from November to May is the rainy season, humid and hot; June to October is the dry season, moderate climate. The central mountain area has an altitude of 1000 to 2000 ters, high mountain tops are covered in snow year-round, usually called 'Moon Mountain'. It's winter now, the temperature there should be above 20 degrees."

"The temperature works in our favor, and the eastern part is a plateau rift with complex terrain, which is good for concealnt. It's hard for us to find the enemy, also hard for them to find us. This battle won't be easy. The key is our brothers have not fully recovered, not suitable for high-intensity operations. I suggest Ghost Hand and I take a look first and decide." Luo Zheng says while looking solemnly at everyone.

"Let go, I've never had frostbite." Hong ihua quickly says.

"No, you're not a combatant type, they don't reason over there. It's not suitable for you. I know my body well, three days of rest will be enough; let's head out in three days, how about it?" Luo Zheng says, looking at Ghost Hand.

Ghost Hand is eager to fly over imdiately but understands Luo Zheng's reasoning. Sharpening the axe won't delay the cutting of wood, it's already been three years, a few days won't make a difference. He nods in agreent, thanking them, "Brothers, thank you all for your efforts on this matter."

"Don't be silly, we're life-and-death brothers. Saying that is too sentintal." Luo Zheng disapproves by glaring at Ghost Hand, then continues to Snow Leopard and Mountain Eagle, "You guys need to stay here and lead the troops, don't go. Xue Er, take good care of your injuries, no need to argue about this."

"Alright, as you say." Lan Xue thinks it over and agrees.

Everyone looks at Lan Xue with puzzlent and curiosity. Given Lan Xue's character, she'd surely be at the forefront of such matters. To their surprise, she agreed. Everyone looks at Luo Zheng, understanding their feelings might have deepened, exchanging a glance but not speaking it out.

"Alright, it's settled. Quickly identify their identities and see what identity fits to go over there. We must infiltrate the enemy to gather insights soon, understand the situation before making a move." Luo Zheng says earnestly.

"I'm good at this, let the intelligence departnt help. Go as arms dealers over there—the tribes love arms. Jewel rchants work too; I'll arrange it, seeing what identity gets us there fastest." Hong ihua imdiately takes on the task.

"Good." Luo Zheng looks at Ghost Hand, who understands it's not appropriate to rush over. He nods, satisfied with the arrangent. Luo Zheng continues, "These days, get close to the person nad Madela. Figure out their combat situation at the ti, find out the enemy's identity and specific fighting capability."

"Yes." Ghost Hand imdiately agrees.

"Brother-in-law, found it, indeed an ambush two weeks ago, it was exactly Madela's group. The opposition is a tribal ard group, called the Alu Clan. This tribe mainly lives in dense forests, partly in severely desertified mountains, living by the river. The tribe population is considerable, details unknown; ard numbers are unknown as well. The ambushing force on Madela had over a thousand." Lan Xing suddenly exclaims with joy.

"Mountain area, dense forest? More than a thousand?" Luo Zheng ponders for a mont before continuing, "It seems we must first find the dical team, then make a rescue plan based on circumstances. Too many variables prevent a concrete plan; three days to prepare, and we head out after that." He speaks, looking at Hong ihua.

Hong ihua promises earnestly, "No problem, I'll coordinate between the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and other related departnts."

"I'll go talk to Madela." Ghost Hand stands up and says.

"Alright, do it, investigate the enemy's combat capability." Luo Zheng agrees.

Ghost Hand and Hong ihua leave the room together, others also leave one after another, soon leaving only Luo Zheng and Lan Xue sisters in the room. Lan Xing glances at Lan Xue and says ambiguously, "Sis, I won't disturb your good ti, I'm off, brother-in-law."

Lan Xue understands the implication, feeling shy but not refuting. This kind of matter worsens the more one tries to clear it up, better to let it be natural, there's nothing shaful about it. She looks at Luo Zheng, her shy expression gradually becoming firm and serious, and seriously says, "We've fought over there before; those people fight like madn, fearlessly, with no rules, but with very sharp offensive power. They all have rich combat experience."

"Playing with guns from childhood, seen and gone through many battles, certainly experienced abundantly. Do they conscript n to be soldiers?" Luo Zheng suspiciously asks.

"Yes, thrown into children's camp at twelve, counted as regular army at fifteen. Not many survive past thirty; mostly killed in battle. Those who survive are veterans with exceptionally rich experience. Tribal massacres teach practical combat experiences, very sharp; be careful." Lan Xue cautiously advises.

"I see, battlefield madn are indeed fearso, can't apply common logic. This ti, I didn't let you go; you don't bla , right?" Luo Zheng apologetically smiles.

"How could I? I know you an well for . Besides, my body indeed needs good care, else I can't join you in future battles. The days are long; missing one ti doesn't matter. If the injury leads to infertility, that would be unfair to you." Lan Xue says earnestly.

"As long as you're fine, infertility doesn't matter." Luo Zheng says solemnly.

"Hmm." Lan Xue agrees, smiling contentedly. Thinking about Luo Zheng soon heading to battle against madn tribal ard forces, her eyes fill with concern.