Strongest Soldier King Chapter 1518 1518: Erasing the Checkpoint

Madela bypassed Ghost Hand, continued running forward for about two hundred ters, found a concealed spot to hide, set up his gun, and waited. Luo Zheng saw that both were in position, looked at the slope and found no reaction, quickly picked up his weapon and charged up, his gaze was as sharp as a knife, radiating a murderous aura. He sprinted wildly, bypassing Ghost Hand and Madela, ran forward for about two hundred ters, found a place to hide, and signaled to Ghost Hand behind him.

Ghost Hand nodded knowingly, observed the slope above for a while, ensured there was no problem, then charged upward, bypassed Luo Zheng, advanced forward for about two hundred ters, hid behind a rock, observed cautiously for a while, and signaled a two-sided flanking maneuver to Luo Zheng and Madela behind.

Luo Zheng looked at Madela, Madela nodded knowingly, and the two separated to the left and right, relying on the terrain along the way for cover, quickly moved towards the mountain top direction, like hungry wolves silently approaching their prey, imperceptibly, silently. The wind whistled around, blowing on the rocky surface full of small pits, making strange howling sounds, covering the sound of their stealthy footsteps. The three alternated cover, gradually climbing up the slope.

The slope was rugged with strange rocks, which were very advantageous for concealnt. Amidst a pile of big rocks, soone was talking, seemingly arguing fiercely about sothing, with no one else around. Luo Zheng cautiously observed the surroundings for a while, looked at Ghost Hand and Madela peeking quietly from the other two sides, and made a silent combat gesture.

Ghost Hand and Madela nodded knowingly, their chilling eyes full of murderous intent, vigilantly assessing the terrain. Luo Zheng drew out his combat knife and crawled forward like a giant python, his resolute face full of ice-cold murderous aura, sharp eyes, using both hands and feet quickly, using the surrounding raised rocks as cover, gradually approaching the middle of the stone pile.

Almost simultaneously, Ghost Hand and Madela also approached, the three leaned against the strange rocks, adjusted their breathing, waited for the opportunity. Luo Zheng perked up his ears to eavesdrop, feeling the people in the middle of the stone pile seemingly quarreling, completely unaware of the surrounding situation. He secretly and gently touched his earphone, sending an attack signal.

In the battlefield, orders are everything. Luo Zheng tightly gripped his combat knife, bypassed the rocks beside him, and charged fiercely into the stone pile, discovering six people sitting together playing with sothing, pressing cash with stones on the ground, guessing they were gambling. His tiger eyes flashed sternly, he stomped fiercely, swooped forward, and his combat knife ruthlessly slashed at an enemy's neck, drawing a strange streak.

"Screech—" The sound of the combat knife cutting the throat rang out, bringing forth a burst of blood arrows. Luo Zheng didn't even look at whether the opponent survived, slamd his other fist fiercely at another target, directly knocking the opponent to the ground, continued by reverse-gripping his military dagger, sliced open one target's throat, then plunged fiercely into another target's throat.

In an instant, three enemies were taken down by Luo Zheng. The mont Luo Zheng acted, Ghost Hand also struck, leaping down from a big rock, grabbed an enemy's neck, and with a reverse grip, his combat knife swiftly sliced open the opponent's throat. Seeing another enemy rise up, Ghost Hand's body sprang up, directly pounced, locked the opponent's neck from behind, and before the opponent could fire, directly snapped their neck.

Madela also launched an attack from the rocks, skillfully pounced down, his combat knife stabbed into an enemy's temple from behind, swiftly and cleanly twisted and pulled it out, ready to search for other targets and found that all targets had already been killed. Almost no one had ti to resist. He looked at Luo Zheng and Ghost Hand in surprise, secretly shocked. As a soldier, Madela had discernnt; he realized his shortcomings compared to the others, secretly feeling delighted, looking forward more to the upcoming mission.

"Clean up the battlefield," Luo Zheng said quietly, his sharp eyes scanning around, discovered a walkie-talkie placed next to him, with no movent. He picked it up, looked at Madela, and asked, "Can you understand their local language?"

"No," Madela said honestly.

"What a pity," Luo Zheng said helplessly, thought about it, and decided to keep the walkie-talkie, in case it might be useful. Seeing Ghost Hand had already collected the enemy's weapons, and searched the bodies, he waited a while and found nothing but cash, said helplessly: "Collect the cash, it might co in handy. We have weapons, give a rifle and bullets, and hide the rest sowhere, we might need it in the future."

Ghost Hand checked the seized weapons, chose a relatively new one and handed it to Luo Zheng, then handed several magazines to Luo Zheng. He looked around, gathered the other weapons and threw them into a crevice not far away. The crevice was not conspicuous; if the enemy discovered this place, they would only think the weapons were taken, not hidden in the crevice.

After cleaning up the battlefield, everyone sat down in the stone pile. Luo Zheng took out his phone to check, then looked forward, pointed in a direction, and said: "About two kiloters that way is an observation post. Comparing the coordinates and terrain, it should be behind that slope."

"There doesn't seem to be anyone there; these guys are pretty slick, hiding very deep," Ghost Hand said suspiciously, observing carefully, continuing: "Could there be a cave or sothing behind the slope? Slaughtering all the way there is too troubleso; shall we disguise as the enemy?"

Luo Zheng looked at the bodies beside him, each wearing camouflage military uniforms, bald, with dark heads, not much hair, and black faces, hard to disguise. He looked at Ghost Hand in surprise, as Ghost Hand conjured a bottle of dark brown oil paint like a magic trick, continued: "I've had this prepared, got it from the ambassador."

"The ambassador's office has an easel; did you take the paint fuel for painting?" Luo Zheng said with a surprised smile.

"Yes, I'm used to rubbing oil paint during missions; didn't have it this ti, saw it while there, thought it might be useful, took it conveniently," Ghost Hand explained with a smile.

"Forget it, since you've taken it, just tell him later. It's good to have this thing," Luo Zheng said happily, looked at the bodies beside him, continued: "Change clothes."

"Understood," Ghost Hand and Madela said with a joyful smile.

Everyone quickly took the camouflage uniform from people with similar builds and put them on, then rubbed oil paint on their faces and tops of their heads. They all had short hair; from afar, with the dark brown oil paint, it was really hard to see. After a while, they checked each other, touched up the oil paint where it was missed. Although it looked funny, no one laughed, thinking about the upcoming battle, their expressions were solemn, their bodies exuding a murderous aura.

After a while, once the three finished disguising, Luo Zheng raised his sniper scope to observe the enemy's hiding place ahead. Finding no suspicious target, he spoke into the earphone: "Lan Xing, monitor the enemy's observation post ahead imdiately, report any enemy situation tily. Let's go." Saying this, he strode forward, gaze sharp as a sword, locked firmly on the front.