Strongest Soldier King Chapter 768 768: Clever Ambush

"Huff, huff, huff!" The sound of high-speed running wind rang by his ears. Facing a formidable enemy, Luo Zheng felt unprecedented pressure, bursting out at full speed and constantly changing his running path to avoid creating a pattern the enemy could grasp. His heart leaped to his throat. Just one careless shot from the enemy, and he would be undoubtedly dead.

He ran to the middle of the open area, the most dangerous section. The ti spent running here was enough for the enemy to aim effectively. If it were him, he would undoubtedly choose this mont to shoot, and the sniper's position would be about a ter ahead. This foresight matched perfectly with his speed. Thinking of this, Luo Zheng's scalp exploded, he halted abruptly, and his body instinctively fell backward, rolling away.

"Whoosh!" The enemy had fired. Everything happened just as Luo Zheng had anticipated. The bullet drew a cold, rciless shockwave, lunging forward as though Death God himself was sneering.

On the battlefield, only a sniper understands another sniper. Others might think about how to run the sophisticated 'Bullet Avoidance Steps' or how to speed up and take cover quickly, but Luo Zheng was different. As a sniper, he knew the fearsoness of snipers. The most clever 'Bullet Avoidance Steps' could be anticipated, the fastest speeds had patterns, because skilled snipers didn't aim with their eyes but shot by instinct, the 'Heart Sniping', making dodging inevitable.

Luo Zheng's instincts saved him once again. Before hitting the ground, he heard the sniper rifle's report. When his body landed, another sniper shot rang out. From the sound of the bullet being fired, he could tell this shot was from a different rifle. Lan Xue had made her move.

Realizing the enemy's position was revealed and Lan Xue had him in her sights, Luo Zheng was overjoyed. He rolled up to his feet and dashed forward like a cheetah, finally taking cover behind the opposite dune. Lying on the sand dune, he looked up at the setting sun, gasping heavily. He had run the short distance entirely on a single breath and was now out of strength.

"Are you okay?" Lan Xue asked with deep concern.

"I'm fine. Have you forgotten that I'm the lucky one?" Luo Zheng laughed heartily as he taphorically pulled his foot back from the gates of hell, "Brothers, keep a tight watch on him. I'll circle around shortly."

"Target disappeared, I'm worried the enemy might have moved the sniping position or run ahead to intercept you. Be careful, Ghost Hand, Snow Leopard, cover with gunfire. I'll circle from the other side," Lan Xue expressed her concern.

"Yes," Ghost Hand and Snow Leopard quickly responded. They locked onto the target location, eyes unblinking, guns aid, ready to fire at the slightest movent. Facing a terrifying sniper, neither Ghost Hand nor Snow Leopard dared to be careless.

At this mont, Mountain Eagle lay quietly on the ground, playing dead, his ears perked up to detect any surrounding sounds, yearning to pinpoint the enemy. But all he could hear was the gentle sound of the wind and the soft rustling of flowing sand, no abnormalities. Mountain Eagle dared not move or even speak. The trembling of his lips could expose his situation. If the enemy caught on, the next shot would aim not for the body, but for the head.

"Ratatat!" Ghost Hand suddenly fired at a suspicious position ahead. The bullets hit the sand dune, sending sand flying. There was no movent from behind the dune, as if the person had vanished into thin air. This left Snow Leopard, who was ready to follow up, frustrated and unable to find a target.

Lan Xue took advantage of the covering fire to quickly retreat and prepared to take a large detour to advance again, but by that ti, Luo Zheng had already charged forward several dozen ters and climbed atop a dune to hide. This position allowed him to see where the enemy had previously been concealed. Luo Zheng checked his weapon, and after ensuring everything was in order, he quickly took off his helt and propped up another SVD sniper rifle, slowly extending it out over the hill.

No one fired. Luo Zheng didn't get discouraged or retrieve his helt. Instead, he continued to leave it out in the open, within the enemy's line of sight, while he himself crouched patiently below the dune, asking through his headset, "Do you see anything suspicious?"

"Nothing, that bastard seems to have vanished into thin air," Ghost Hand called out, frustrated.

Luo Zheng sank into a contemplative silence, pondering over where the opponent might be hiding. If it were him, what would he do? Withdraw? Switch sniper positions? Or attack proactively? The latter seed more likely; Luo Zheng knew that a strong opponent wouldn't just sit and wait but would take the offensive.

With that thought, Luo Zheng suddenly had an idea and quickly placed his backpack on top of the dune. He took a camouflage suit from inside and covered it up, mimicking the appearance of a lurking person. He then hurried to where he placed his helt, carefully digging up the surrounding sand to form a suspicious-looking pit resembling a prone person.

After setting everything up, Luo Zheng lay flat in the pit, covering himself with fine sand, the rifle also hidden beneath the sand, with only his eyes exposed outside. Even though it was dusk, the sand was still scorchingly hot, unbearable, and Luo Zheng clenched his teeth in endurance. Soon, large beads of sweat erged all over his body, as if he were in a sauna.

After waiting a while with no sign of movent, Luo Zheng began to feel intolerable. The burning sand was like red-hot iron, seemingly smoking his soul. His body's moisture felt as if it had been instantly drained, causing dizziness to surge, but Luo Zheng gritted his teeth and persisted, almost biting his lips to the point of bleeding.

Luo Zheng had a vague feeling that the enemy was nearby and would definitely co, so what he needed to do was hide and wait for an opportunity, wait for the prey to fall into the trap. Contesting with a cunning prey required ample patience and perseverance, willing to invest all he had, mustering more ruthlessness than the prey itself.

In painful anticipation, Luo Zheng continuously reminded himself to stay alert, knowing that the enemy might appear at any mont. After such a massive sacrifice, if the enemy arrived undetected, then all his suffering would be wasted.

Unbeknownst to Luo Zheng, not far away, behind an inconspicuous sand dune, a pair of cold, rciless eyes were watching him. Due to the distraction, they had not detected Luo Zheng's camouflaged position within the fine sand, but they did see the protruding helt. A cold face betrayed a hint of expression—a hint of disdainful smirk.

After waiting a while and seeing the helt remain motionless, this person more firmly embraced their judgnt that there was no one beneath the helt. He started to crawl on the ground like a lizard on the desert, hands and feet moving together with a speed similar to He Kuai, yet stealthily making his way around in silence. His gaze was icy sharp.

After a while, this person circumvented near the dune where Luo Zheng was hidden. The scorching sand seed to pose no threat as he quietly lay on the fine sand, patiently waiting a bit longer. He pricked up his ears to listen, heard no anomalies, and continued crawling forward, reaching behind a small sand dune, peering over with a relentless, rciless glare, devoid of any emotion.