Chapter 0009: Seizing the Opportunity to Fight for Life

At the sound of a gunshot, Luo Zheng deduced the approximate location of the enemy's concealment, which was no more than twenty meters away. Even when uninjured, he could do nothing to the enemy; now that he was wounded, recklessly approaching would surely mean death. With a sudden inspiration, he decided to adopt a strategy of waiting for the hare by the tree stump, and immediately sought a suitable place to hide.

Luo Zheng understood that these seasoned experts were highly sensitive to the aura of killing. In order to prevent the enemy from detecting his presence, he adopted the breathing technique of his family, imagining himself as part of a great tree. Gradually, his breathing became calm and prolonged, his eyes slightly closed, observing the front with peripheral vision, and attentively sensing the enemy's position, while remaining oblivious to the gunfire around him

Suddenly, Luo Zheng felt a blur before his eyes as a large foot flew towards him, striking directly at his heart. He had no time to react at all and only felt himself being propelled into the air, crashing heavily against a large tree before rolling onto the ground. He heard two gunshots, "whoosh, whoosh!" and felt a sharp pain as his mouth split open, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood. In his mind, there was only one thought: such fast feet. Everything went dark before him, and then he knew nothing.

After waiting for about 2 seconds, with no one firing a shot, Luo Zheng realized he had gambled correctly. Gaining courage, he continued to move forward without seeking cover. If the enemy wanted to shoot, he would have died several times already. Thinking of his comrades who had met a tragic end, Luo Zheng's eyes turned red, and he shouted angrily: "Cowardly turtle, come out! Bastard, if you have the guts, come and kill me!"

After changing into the opponent's gear, Luo Zheng smeared mud on his face. Once he felt it was sufficient, he kicked the opponent hard and walked towards the direction of the gunfire, while rubbing his chest to recover from his injuries. With the enemy ahead, he was resolute and unwavering. Luo Zheng's eyes were bloodshot, and the only thought in his mind was revenge.

It is unclear how much time has passed, perhaps one minute, perhaps three minutes, or perhaps even longer. A faint, almost imperceptible sound of footsteps emerged, and Luo Zheng knew that the enemy had arrived. He did not move. In order to hunt, Luo Zheng had once lain in the snow for three hours at the age of fifteen, waiting until the prey carelessly approached before he fired his gun

After waiting for a while without receiving a response, Luo Zheng realized that provoking these individuals was ineffective. Simply running out would certainly not work. He felt that his speed, which he considered not to be on par with the others, might not be sufficient in the eyes of these experts. The reason he refrained from firing was to avoid exposing himself. By now, the person who had spoken earlier had likely changed to a more concealed position. What should he do

"Indeed, it is the murderer." Luo Zheng stood up in anger, turned, and walked towards the direction of the gunfire, his face dark enough to drip water. After taking a few steps, Luo Zheng stopped, returned to the murderer, quickly stripped away the other party's disguise, the combat uniform, and then tried on the military boots, which were slightly large but wearable.

After observing for a while, Luo Zheng noticed that two individuals were firing in one direction, while the opposing side had only one person returning fire. He formed a judgment in his mind and immediately made his way towards the two shooters, using the method taught by the female soldier, ensuring that each step he took was into a blind spot formed by three trees.

Realizing this, Luo Zheng knew he had to hurry to recover. The primitive forest at night was even more terrifying. Struggling hard, he sat down on the ground and began to breathe according to the family secret method. Gradually, after about half an hour, the burning sensation in his chest became less uncomfortable, and his breathing became smoother. Luo Zheng vaguely felt that his recovery ability had improved along with the knowledge he had acquired.

"Life or death, it's all the same, let's fight to the end." Luo Zheng glanced at the concealed female soldier not far away, only to find that she had already disappeared. Luo Zheng was certain that the female soldier would not abandon him and retreat first, so he shouted loudly: "Zamao, your grandfather is out, let's have a one-on-one. If you lack the guts, just hide and be your little turtle." As he spoke, he slowly walked out from behind the big tree, nervously keeping his eyes fixed ahead

The female soldier did not respond, and Luo Zheng could no longer tolerate it. For the first time in his life, he ran at such a fast speed, only to be mocked as a snail. He immediately shouted coldly and loudly: "You coward, if you have the ability, hit your grandfather first before talking. What kind of hero bullies women? If you have guts, come out and let's fight one-on-one; if you don't dare, you are a coward."

After a while, Luo Zheng felt much better. He touched his chest and was relieved to find that the breathing technique passed down through several generations from his ancestors had indeed enhanced his recovery ability. Luo Zheng looked around and soon discovered a corpse lying not far away. He slowly walked over to take a look and found that it was a Westerner, with blue eyes and a high nose, shot in the chest by a bullet

After walking for a while, the gunfire ahead became increasingly audible. Luo Zheng contemplated that since he was wearing the enemy's equipment, he need not worry about being ambushed by the enemy. Even if he were to be ambushed, it would be futile; the disparity was too great, and no matter how well he concealed himself, it would be a joke. Thus, he decided to approach directly and act according to the situation.

It is unclear how much time has passed, but after Luo Zheng slowly regained consciousness, he woke up feeling a burning pain in his chest. Upon opening his eyes, he found himself still in the forest, beneath a large tree, with no one else around. In the distance, a gunshot echoed, but soon after, everything fell silent.

Perhaps it was indeed due to the equipment he was wearing, as Luo Zheng approached the forest where the two sides were exchanging fire, he could see bullets flying everywhere, yet he could not discern the positions where the people were hiding. Finding a place to take cover, he disengaged the safety on his pistol. Although he was not familiar with advanced weaponry, he still understood the relatively simple structure of a pistol.

At the critical moment of life and death, in order to seek revenge, Luo Zheng exhibited extraordinary potential, remaining completely still as he silently assessed the distance to his opponent, counting the footsteps of the approaching adversary and calculating the distance between them.

"Deserved it," Luo Zheng speculated that it was done by a female soldier. After cursing out loud, he noticed a handgun on the other party and quickly drew his own weapon. He then searched the area again and found two magazines. Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly spotted a familiar army dagger inserted into the other party's military boots

Suddenly, Luo Zheng recalled an incident from his hunting days before joining the army. When faced with cunning prey, and when traps and schemes were not viable, the best approach was to show determination and see who dared to risk their life. In the eyes of the enemy, he was insignificant; even if exposed, the opponent would not dare to fire easily, for behind him stood a female soldier with exceptional marksmanship.

"Hiss—" Luo Zheng moved his body slightly, feeling as if his chest were about to split open. He forced a bitter smile; in the face of absolute strength, he was utterly defenseless. Fortunately, he had the family heirloom breathing technique to help him recover quickly from his injuries; otherwise, he would either be dead or severely injured from that kick. These people are so strong; who exactly are they? He looked up at the sky, which was gradually darkening. In the depths of the forest, the occasional sound of gunfire could be heard, and the battle was still ongoing.

Luo Zheng took it out and saw that it was indeed the familiar Type 65 army dagger, the beloved possession of the squad vice leader, with the character "Sea" engraved on it. It was said to be a military honor awarded by the superiors. Luo Zheng had borrowed it many times to play with, so he could not be mistaken. He immediately realized that the person before him was the murderer of his comrade, and an overwhelming rage erupted.