Strongest Soldier King Chapter 264 264: Blizzard Night

"Thump!" Luo Zheng heavily fell onto the snowy mountainside, but fortunately, he managed to adjust his body in mid-air, landing feet first. His body was already leaning before it hit the ground, and due to inertia, he rolled downhill in the direction he was leaning, which dissipated so of the force. A direct fall could have been catastrophic, with the recoiling force enough to inflict serious injury or even death.

Luckily, the drop was only about a dozen ters. After hitting the ground, Luo Zheng rolled down the slope for several more ters before coming to a stop. He lay motionless in the snow, not getting up right away, but instead, he vigilantly scanned his surroundings. Only after his circulation had completely cald down and he was sure that he was okay did he slowly get to his feet. Looking around at the vast expanse of whiteness, his face wore a bitter expression—having survived the fall, he feared that he might now freeze to death in this desolate place.

Darkness was approaching, and the thick, gray clouds in the sky were steadily closing in. A blizzard was evidently on its way. The bone-chilling wind seed to freeze his blood, and his brain felt numb, as if it had lost the ability to think. Luo Zheng felt death's grip tightening around his heart, ice beginning to form on his face, and his fingers and toes slowly losing sensation. It was too cold.

At this mont, Luo Zheng felt grateful for his childhood for the first ti. Growing up, he road the jungles with his family, learning to hunt and survive in the wild, which increased his survival chances on the battlefield and allowed him to pick up gun skills rapidly. He was even more thankful that he had learned to survive in snowy terrains. Heavy snow often blanketed Luo Zheng's hotown, lasting for months without lting. To hunt, one had to know how to survive in the snow, and these skills were proving to be extrely useful now.

He had to find a suitable hiding place before the storm hit, or his fate would be sealed. Luo Zheng turned the muzzle of the pistol he had been clutching tightly. As a soldier, his gun was his second life. The mont he made the decision to jump from the plane, Luo Zheng knew that he had to get his hands on a pistol to protect himself.

"Bang, bang!" Two gunshots rang out, shattering the lock on the handcuffs. Luo Zheng forced the handcuffs apart, took them off, and tossed them aside. After a second thought, he picked them up and clipped them to his waist. In a perilous situation, anything could be lifesaving, and, when used properly, tal handcuffs could also be a lethal weapon.

He was surrounded by nothing but endless mountains blanketed in snow, without an end in sight. The signal was chaotic, and the magnetic field radiation was severe; even the satellites couldn't observe the ground effectively, so there was no hope of soone discovering him. He couldn't count on rescue; if he wanted to live, he could only rely on himself. After studying his surroundings with a solemn expression, Luo Zheng's gaze settled on a wind-sheltered slope.

Luo Zheng checked his magazine and found only three bullets remaining. He tucked the pistol into his waistband. The snow was so deep it nearly reached his waist, making it incredibly difficult to move. He slid down the slope head first, the steep incline making the slide relatively easy and fast.

Quickly, Luo Zheng arrived at the bottom of the mountainside and crawled towards the leeward slope. He assessed the snow's depth, the steepness of the slope, and the firmness of the snow—all of which were ideal for digging a hiding cave. Without tools, he could only rely on his hands. With death looming, Luo Zheng unleashed his dormant power, his hands working like shovels as he desperately began to dig.

Potential energy is the energy that lies within and beneath the surface of consciousness, and every person's potential is limitless. The gray and white matter of the brain operated at double speed in an instant, and the entire nervous system, muscle responses, and each cell burst forth with extraordinary speed, jumping power, and strength. This made it possible to do things that one usually couldn't, such as the reported cases of people leaping across 4-ter-wide chasms when fleeing for their lives, let alone digging a survival cave in a life-or-death situation.

Luo Zheng, with his superior physical condition and strength, not to ntion his formidable willpower, had managed to jump off the helicopter and escape death. Although he was still in a deadlock with no visible hope for life, as a soldier, he could never give up. Luo Zheng fought on.

"Puff, puff, puff!" Copious amounts of snow were dug out as Luo Zheng burrowed rapidly like a pangolin. In the midst of his busy movents, he did not forget to stuff snow into his mouth to lt it into water to drink. The headache, swelling, and frostbite common at high altitudes were not caused by lack of oxygen but dehydration. Dying in this desolate place, he feared his body would never be found, which would be incredibly frustrating.

Soon, Luo Zheng had dug an entrance that he could crawl through; then he dug three feet down the slope to ensure the entrance was lower than the main chamber, to prevent the wind from blowing in. Next, he excavated the main chamber directly from the entrance, pushing all the dug-up snow to the entrance. Once he had piled up enough snow at the entrance, Luo Zheng had to co out to clear it away. As he did so, the grey clouds tightened, and the storm howled, swirling up a mass of snowflakes. Luo Zheng's expression grew even grimr as he quickly crawled back into the cave and resud his desperate digging.

In about five or six minutes, he had created a space large enough to sit or lie down in. Still not reassured, he continued digging to enlarge the main chamber, ensuring good air circulation. After leveling the floor of the main chamber, he used the excess snow to insulate the entrance to keep the wind out. His hiding cave was almost complete, with just one last step: the ventilation shaft.

Without tools, creating a ventilation shaft was difficult; he could only use his fist. But the Wind Cave was too deep, and his fist couldn't punch through to the outside. After creating a ventilation hole with his fist and arm, he took aim with his gun and fired through it. The bullet whistled out. Luo Zheng quickly rushed outside where the blizzard blinded him, making it impossible to keep his eyes open.

With no choice but to shield his eyes with his hands, forming a barrier, he hurried to the bullet hole and pressed with his fist from the outside, aligning it with the ventilation hole in the hiding cave. Feeling like his entire body was about to freeze solid, and with the blizzard about to sweep over him, Luo Zheng had to lie flat, clenching his teeth and crawling back towards the cave.

Inside the hiding cave, there was no wind, and it was much more bearable than the outside. Luo Zheng slapped his body to get the blood flowing again, brushing off the snowflakes from his body. He stomped his feet and jumped around, not daring to breathe out; exhaling would only let the cold air pour into his body, causing him to lose more body heat and die even faster.

After so exercise, his blood circulation improved significantly, and his body temperature gradually rose. The numbness and stiffness in his muscles also improved a bit. Outside, the sound of the blizzard howled like the cries of ghosts and the howling of wolves, truly terrifying. Those with weaker wills might have been scared to death. Having grown accustod to wild survival from a young age, Luo Zheng was unaffected. Once he felt a bit warr, he started performing the third set of military boxing.

Exercising generated heat and improved blood circulation; he could even sweat, but in these conditions, Luo Zheng dared not exert himself too much for fear of sweating. Sweating would cause his body to lose heat faster and could even lead to cold exposure, which was tantamount to courting death. Once his body was fully warm, Luo Zheng squatted on the ground, hugged his knees, and stayed still to rest, which would slow down the loss of body heat.

As night fell, Luo Zheng did not dare to sleep—in such harsh conditions, once a person slept, they might never wake up again.