The female soldier didn't respond, and Luo Zheng couldn't stand it any longer. For the first time in his life, he ran at such a fast speed, only to be ridiculed as a snail. He immediately shouted coldly, 'Bastard, if you have the guts, hit your grandfather first. What kind of hero bullies women? If you're brave, come out and have a one-on-one with me. If not, you're just a grandson.'

After waiting for a while without hearing any response, Luo Zheng knew that taunting these people was useless. Running out like this was definitely not an option. What he thought was a good speed might be insignificant in the eyes of these experts. The reason they hadn't fired was that they didn't want to expose themselves. They had probably already changed their hiding spots during the conversation. What to do?

Suddenly, Luo Zheng remembered an incident from his hunting days before joining the army. When facing cunning prey and when traps and tricks were not feasible, the best method was to fight fiercely and see who dared to risk their life. In the eyes of the enemy, he was insignificant, and even if he exposed himself, the opponent wouldn't dare to shoot easily because behind him was a female soldier with divine marksmanship.

'If I'm going to die anyway, I'll fight back.' Luo Zheng glanced at the female soldier who was not far away and hidden, only to find that she had disappeared. Luo Zheng was sure that the female soldier would not abandon him and retreat first, so he shouted loudly, 'Bastard, your grandfather is coming out. Let's have a one-on-one. If you don't have the guts, just hide and be your shrinking turtle.'

Speaking, he slowly walked out from behind the big tree, staring nervously ahead. After waiting for about two seconds, no shots were fired. Luo Zheng knew he had bet right, his courage growing, he continued to walk forward without seeking cover. If the enemy wanted to shoot, he would have been dead several times over by now. Thinking of his comrades who had died tragically, Luo Zheng's eyes turned blood-red, and he shouted loudly, 'Cowardly turtles, come out! Bastards, if you have the guts, come and kill me.'

Suddenly, Luo Zheng felt a blur in front of him, a pair of big feet flying towards him, striking him right in the chest. He had no time to react at all, only feeling himself being lifted into the air, crashing heavily against the big tree, and then rolling to the ground. He heard two 'whooshing' gunshots, felt a split at the corner of his mouth, and spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood. The only thought in his mind was, such fast feet, and then everything went dark.

After an unknown amount of time, Luo Zheng slowly regained consciousness and faintly woke up, feeling a fiery pain in his chest. Opening his eyes, he saw that he was still in the forest, under the big tree, with no one else around. A gunshot sounded from a distance, and then quickly nothing more.

'Hiss—' Luo Zheng moved a bit, feeling as if his chest was about to split open, and he smiled bitterly. In the face of absolute strength, he was utterly defenseless. Fortunately, his family's breathing technique could help him recover from injuries quickly; otherwise, this kick would have either killed him or left him crippled. These people are strong, but who exactly are they?

Looking up at the sky, the colors gradually dimmed, and occasional gunshots echoed from the depths of the forest, indicating that the battle was still ongoing. Realizing this, Luo Zheng knew he had to seize the time to recover. The primeval forest at night was even more terrifying. Struggling, he sat down on the ground and began to breathe according to the secret technique passed down in his family. Gradually, after about half an hour, the burning sensation in his chest was no longer as unbearable, and his breathing became smoother. Luo Zheng faintly felt that his recuperative powers had improved. After a while, Luo Zheng felt much better. Touching his chest, he was thankful for the breathing technique passed down through several generations of his ancestors; his recuperative powers had indeed become stronger. Luo Zheng looked around and soon discovered a body not far away. He slowly walked over to find a Westerner with blue eyes and a high nose, a bullet lodged in his chest. 'Karma, serves him right,' Luo Zheng thought it was the female soldier who had done it and cursed with satisfaction. Seeing a pistol on the body, he quickly drew it out and searched the body further, finding two magazines. Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he noticed a familiar army knife stuck in the soldier's boot. Luo Zheng took it out and saw that it was indeed the familiar Type 65 army knife, a beloved item of his platoon sergeant, with the character 'Hai' engraved on it. It was said to be a military merit award given by a superior, and Luo Zheng had borrowed it many times to play with; he could not be mistaken. He immediately realized that this man was the murderer who had killed his comrade, and a towering rage erupted within him. 'As expected, the murderer.'

Luo Zheng stood up angrily, turned around, and walked towards the direction where the gunshots came from. His face was so gloomy it seemed to drip water. After taking just two steps, Luo Zheng stopped, returned to the murderer, and stripped off the other's disguise and combat uniform. He also took off the military boots and tried them on; they were a bit big, but wearable.

After putting on the enemy's equipment, Luo Zheng smeared mud on his face until he felt it was about right. Then, with a fierce kick at the enemy, he headed towards the sound of the gunshots, massaging his chest to recover from his injuries. With his enemy ahead, he was resolute, his eyes blood-red with only one thought in mind: revenge.

After walking for a while, the gunshots ahead became clearer. Luo Zheng thought that since he was wearing the enemy's equipment, he didn't have to worry about being taken by surprise by the enemy's snipers. Even if he was shot at, it wouldn't matter; the gap was too large, and no matter how well he concealed himself, it would be a joke. So he decided to proceed directly and act as opportunities arose.

Perhaps it was really because of the equipment he wore, Luo Zheng was able to walk all the way to the edge of the forest where the two sides were exchanging fire. He could see bullets flying everywhere, but he couldn't see where the people were hiding. He found a place to hide, unlocked the safety of his pistol, and although he couldn't use advanced weapons, he understood the relatively simple structure of a handgun.

After observing for a while, Luo Zheng noticed that two people were shooting in one direction, while the other side had only one person returning fire. With this judgment in mind, he immediately moved towards the direction of the two shooters, following the method taught by the female soldier, making sure each step landed at the dead angle formed by three trees.

A gunshot sounded, and Luo Zheng judged the approximate location of the enemy's hiding place based on the sound, which was only about twenty meters away from him. Even when he was uninjured, he couldn't do anything to the enemy, and now with his injuries, it would be certain death to rush over. A sudden inspiration struck him, and he decided to play a waiting game. He quickly found a suitable place to hide.

Luo Zheng knew that these veterans, who had been through many battles, were very sensitive to killing intent. To avoid detection by the enemy, he switched to his family's breathing technique, imagining himself as part of a large tree. Gradually, his breathing became calm and steady. With his eyes slightly closed, he used his peripheral vision to observe the front and felt the enemy's position with his heart, ignoring the surrounding gunshots.

He didn't know how much time had passed—perhaps a minute, perhaps three minutes, or maybe longer—when a slight, almost imperceptible footstep sounded. Luo Zheng knew the enemy was approaching, but he didn't move. To hunt, Luo Zheng had once lain in the snow for three hours when he was fifteen, not shooting until the prey carelessly walked in front of him.

At the moment of life and death, driven by the desire for revenge, Luo Zheng's potential was unleashed in an extraordinary way. He waited motionlessly, silently judging the distance to the opponent, counting the steps the other took as they approached, calculating the distance between them.