Strongest Soldier King Chapter 1524 1524: The Fierce Battle Continues

The battle ignited with the enemy's renewed charge; Luo Zheng calmly continued to snipe at the enemy. With previous experience, this ti the shooting relied entirely on instinct, no longer considering adverse factors causing data corrections. As a result, the shooting speed significantly increased, though the precision wasn't as high as before. But as Luo Zheng continued, he beca more adept, increasingly intuitive, and his accuracy gradually improved.

Beside him, Madela, continually feeding bullets to Luo Zheng, watched in shock. Turning the enemy into targets for practicing gun skills in real combat was unheard of. Witnessing Luo Zheng's sniper accuracy growing higher, Madela realized Luo Zheng had entered a mystical realm of sniping skill. This state not only required intensive training but also a kind of talent, or rather an intuition. Being able to hit enemies instinctively was undoubtedly terrifying.

"Whizz, whizz, whizz!" Luo Zheng fired rapidly, sending sniper bullets out one after another. The sniper rifle almost had the effect of a machine gun's burst fire, constantly taking down enemies along their charge path. Madela seriously counted, noticing that when the enemies reached the thousand-ter line, over twenty fell; by the five-hundred-ter line, over thirty more fell.

This ant that as the enemy reached the five-hundred-ter mark, only half of about a hundred n were left. anwhile, Luo Zheng's sniping speed and accuracy continued to increase. Madela even speculated that he and Ghost Hand might not need to engage; by the ti the enemy reached the three-hundred-ter line, more would fall, and the rest would surely collapse outside the two-hundred-ter line.

"Go prepare, fire at the three hundred-ter line," Luo Zheng said coldly at this ti, continuing to snipe the charging enemy, using the sniper rifle like an assault rifle. Unfortunately, each magazine held only five bullets, which were quickly exhausted, and reloading took so ti. Otherwise, more and worse enemy casualties would have ensued.

"Whizz, whizz, whizz!" Luo Zheng continued firing, calmly sniping the enemies charging at the front. His intense murderous aura surged into the skies as if burning the air around, an overwhelming killing intent enveloping the surroundings, cold, fierce, and like an invincible War God incarnate.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Ghost Hand and Madela were infected by Luo Zheng's precision shooting and opened fire passionately, firmly suppressing the enemies at the three-hundred-ter line. Their intense killing shouts echoed across the battlefield, terrifying to hear.

Both sides ferociously exchanged fire, throwing caution to the wind. But the enemy's charge path was unblocked, making them perfect targets for the marksmanship of the three, Luo Zheng included, as they had no significant pressure. Luo Zheng and others hid behind massive rocks, and with the enemy's ordinary marksmanship, they posed no threat without sufficient concentrated firepower. Unconsciously, Luo Zheng and his two comrades occupied a tactical advantage, blocking the enemy's attack.

When the enemy reached the two-hundred-ter line, less than twenty out of about a hundred remained, yet their ferocity was admirable. Ignoring their fallen companions, they roared and charged brazenly, firing intensely without slowing their pace, akin to ravenous wolves launching a death-defying attack.

The enemy's tenacious tactics infuriated Luo Zheng and his comrades, igniting an unquenchable battle spirit. How could honorable soldiers fear petty crooks? Luo Zheng picked up his rifle, switched to burst mode, roared, and fiercely swept the incoming enemies. His expression was stern as frost, eyes glaring, as the bullets roared out of the muzzle, pouncing at the enemy.

When warriors et on a narrow path, the brave ones win. Luo Zheng roared and howled, shooting fiercely. On the sides, Ghost Hand and Madrid, being closer to the enemy, were suppressed under enemy fire, unable to retaliate, chose to use grenades without hesitation. Grenade after grenade flew from behind the rocks, landing precisely amidst the running crowd, roaring as they exploded, knocking down surrounding enemies, tearing large chunks of flesh, blood splattering everywhere.

The ferocious counterattack of Luo Zheng and his two comrades made it impossible for the enemy to advance, all falling outside the hundred-ter line, with none surviving. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, coldly observing the smoke-filled battlefield, which was littered with the corpses of slain enemies, body parts scattered around, the ground seemingly stained with blood.

"Ghost Hand, Madela, quickly collect weapons and ammunition. Move swiftly." Luo Zheng raised his sniper scope to observe the enemy camp, spotting more than two hundred enemies assembling. He shouted angrily, chambered a bullet, and continued shooting at the gathering enemies.

"Whizz, whizz, whizz!" The sniper bullets roared from the muzzle, flying with Luo Zheng's full fury, disrupting the enemy's gathering speed, buying ti for Ghost Hand and Madela to clean up the battlefield. After two battles, everyone was low on ammunition, and resupply was essential, or the subsequent fights would be impossible.

The enemy didn't gather forcefully, nor did they have anyone shouting orders as before. Suddenly, they charged ahead, howling sothing, quickly spreading out; the entire ridge was teeming with them, appearing even more nacing. Unfazed, Luo Zheng continued to target enemy leaders and heavy firepower, reducing the threat.

An endless killing intent gathered in the Void like dark clouds; the scent of blood seed impossible to dissipate in the wind, heavy, tragic. The horrifying battle erupted once more, with the enemy's howling, filled with reluctance and rage, floating in the air, seemingly changing the color of the world.

Luo Zheng's expression was solemn as iron, unmoved, continuing to aim and fire at targets. There was no room for hesitation on the battlefield, let alone cowardice or retreat; that would only hasten one's death. When the enemy reached the kiloter line, Ghost Hand and Madela, carrying ample ammunition, arrived, distributing so to Luo Zheng. Ghost Hand moved ahead again to ambush while Madela stayed to continue feeding bullets to Luo Zheng.

The sniper bullets were running low, but with the enemy at hand, there was no need to conserve them. Unless the enemy was hurt, the tactical goal couldn't be achieved. If the enemy understood everyone's intention, the dical team's safety would be at risk. Only by hurting and enraging the enemy, keeping them guessing, would the battle be worthwhile.

The enemy sward like locusts, learning from their past mistakes. Upon reaching the kiloter line, so stopped to suppress with machine gun fire, covering their comrades' charge. This distance was within machine gun range, and Luo Zheng's situation grew tense, forcing him to change position to retaliate, focusing on targeting the enemy's machine gunners.

The enemy had plenty of machine guns, about ten or so. Once all were taken out, the enemy had reached the five-hundred-ter line, stopping to fire back. The dense bullets suppressed Luo Zheng so much that he could scarcely lift his head, let alone counterattack. The situation beca perilous; at this ti, three squads suddenly charged forward, firing as they went.

Luo Zheng, hiding behind a boulder, observed this scene, yet more enemy fire was pinning him down, unable to peek out to retaliate. Angrily clenching his steel teeth, he began plotting counterasures. The three squads charged with determination and speed, seemingly unafraid of death, quickly advancing to the three-hundred-ter line, making the situation even more dangerous.