Chapter 483: No Surrender, Keep Fighting!

Seeing that Lu Cheng was alone and still dared to charge, the two enemy soldiers showed a hint of contempt on their faces, then hurried forward as well.

Both sides threw punches, but as soon as they made contact, they simultaneously sensed something was off.

The two enemy soldiers saw that Lu Cheng wasn't even wearing a uniform and thought he was just an ordinary person, but when their fists met, Lu Cheng's punches were not only hard but also powerful.

His punching speed was fast, clean and decisive, clearly that of a trained fighter.

Immediately, that enemy soldier no longer dared to underestimate Lu Cheng.

Lu Cheng was equally surprised; from the vibration transmitted through his fist, he realized what kind of opponent he faced—not a usual street thug, but a well‑trained soldier.

The key was, he had to take on two.

With the pressure doubled, Lu Cheng had to take the fight seriously at once.

Soon, one of the opponents moved first, sweeping his right leg out quickly, a fierce gust of force behind it, kicking toward Lu Cheng's temple.

Lu Cheng, almost instinctively, bent both arms rapidly and blocked the kick.

Although he blocked it, the massive force pushed his whole body several steps to the right.

Before he could steady himself, the other enemy soldier also kicked.

This time Lu Cheng was prepared; after ducking, he swiftly swept his leg, knocking that enemy to the ground.

Of course, the sweep only made the opponent fall without causing injury, but it bought Lu Cheng a moment to catch his breath.

Just two rounds of combat already left Lu Cheng on edge.

The two enemy soldiers not only coordinated seamlessly, but each move was straightforward and decisive, targeting vital points without any flourish.

Lu Cheng clenched his fists to his chest, his feet constantly bouncing, like a boxer, keeping his body in optimal condition.

Even so, Lu Cheng dared not conclude he could finish off both enemies, but he wasn't in a hurry; he just tried to stall as much as possible.

Because once he chased them, Wu Zhekun and his group would surely send reinforcements.

The opponents moved again, repeating the earlier technique: one side‑kicked, Lu Cheng blocked with both arms, then the other kicked straight at his chest.

This time the kick sent him flipping over; Lu Cheng instantly fumed, "Damn it, I've never been this messed up in a fight before!"

When the two enemies saw him down and tried to rush forward, Lu Cheng grabbed a handful of dirt and flung it at them.

One enemy reacted quickly, swatting the dirt away with his palm; the dirt didn't slow him at all, and he immediately kicked again.

This time Lu Cheng neither blocked nor dodged, but chose to brace the kick with his abdomen.

While the enemy thought he was powerless, Lu Cheng endured the searing abdominal pain, lifted his leg, and drove his knee straight into the opponent's crotch.

In a life‑or‑death moment against invading troops, Lu Cheng cared little for martial virtue; even the most base techniques were employed.

The strike was effective; the opponent's eyes bulged in pain, he gasped a few times, clutched his crotch and collapsed, temporarily unable to resist.

Of course, Lu Cheng also suffered; the kick to his abdomen felt like a heavy hammer, his intestines seemed twisted together.

Meanwhile, the other enemy's fist was already coming down.

At that moment Lu Cheng had no chance to dodge; a punch landed directly on his face, he let out a muffled grunt, and a spray of fresh blood spurted out.

Half‑kneeling on the ground, Lu Cheng propped himself up and spat out several blood‑stained mouthfuls.

No wonder he was a well‑trained soldier; an ordinary thug could never make him bleed.

The intense pain in his abdomen and face gave Lu Cheng a brief respite.

But the enemy gave him no breathing room; an arm like iron tongs clamped around his neck, pinning Lu Cheng to the ground.

A choking sensation surged; his instinct forced his mouth open to gasp, yet no air entered.

Lu Cheng panicked instantly; trapped on the ground with his legs useless, at this rate he would suffocate to death within minutes.

Even his brain, starved of oxygen, began to experience brief blanks.

Would he die just like that?

After death, would he be reborn again, or return to his previous life?

Of course he couldn't die like this; after finally shaking off Li Huiying and climbing from an intern Junior Police Officer to a full‑rank police chief, how could he meet such an end!

The will to survive made Lu Cheng kick wildly with his legs and flail his hands on the ground…

In the instant of near death, he finally felt a sharp stone, gripped it tightly, and thrust it into the face of the enemy behind him.

The enemy winced in pain, his arm involuntarily loosening its grip, and Lu Cheng spun quickly, kicking the man to the ground.

The enemy who had earlier been kicked in the crotch and was lying on the ground recovered at that moment; as soon as he stood, Lu Cheng kicked his crotch again.

The man let out a muffled grunt and immediately fell to his knees.

Having been kicked in the crotch twice and kneeling, he cursed Lu Cheng's eight ancestors in his mind.

Lu Cheng had no time to deal with him; the other knocked‑down enemy had already gotten up.

Lu Cheng spat a mouthful of blood, neither clenched his fist nor raised his foot, but as the enemy rushed forward, he turned and thrust both fingers straight into the foe's eyes.

The opponent, in pain, clutched his face and screamed wildly.

Lu Cheng kicked out, striking the opponent's crotch, temporarily disabling him.

The enemy behind, who had been kicked in the crotch twice, tried to rise for a sneak attack, but seeing Lu Cheng regain his senses, obediently knelt again.

Lu Cheng grabbed a piece of wood, intending to crush the two now‑defenseless enemies here.

His sole purpose was to avenge Squad Leader Ma.

Earlier, while fighting amid the whistling Bullet sounds, his blood surged upward, the surge of adrenaline making him forget fear.

Now the battle ended, everything fell silent, and Lu Cheng's hot blood gradually cooled.

In his mind, the image of Squad Leader Ma involuntarily resurfaced.

At this moment, Squad Leader Ma, shot in the head by a Bullet, lay alone where he fell.

Lu Cheng didn't even have the courage to go back for one more look at Squad Leader Ma; how could he bring Ma's corpse back to the Capital City? How would he face Ma's family?

Thinking that, Lu Cheng's blood heated again; he gripped the wood tightly, his eyes blazing with murderous fury.

Just then, the two enemies, having gauged the situation, surprisingly knelt on the ground and raised both hands.

The meaning was very clear; they weren't fighting anymore, they were willing to be prisoners.

Although Lu Cheng had never served as a soldier, he also knew that on the battlefield, from ancient times to the present, there has always been a principle: surrendering weapons means no killing, and prisoners are to be treated well!

At this moment, the two enemy soldiers were choosing to become prisoners, which made Lu Cheng very angry, extremely angry.

"Put your hands down!"

"Keep fighting!"

Lu Cheng was determined to beat the opponent to death, to avenge Squad Leader Ma.

However, the two enemy soldiers had been kicked in the groin, long since losing any ability to resist; all that remained was the instinct to survive.

They couldn't understand what Lu Cheng was shouting, but from his angry expression they could imagine that today either the Lu Cheng opposite them would die, or they themselves would die.

The two of them simultaneously shook their heads and firmly raised their hands.

Lu Cheng became even angrier, punching and kicking the two to the ground, thereby forcing them not to surrender and to keep fighting him.

If today he could not avenge Squad Leader Ma, he would never find peace for the rest of his life.