After being separated from my family, I became a darling of the military region thanks to my medical

The Red Army's front-line command post was located in an abandoned forest farm in the shade of Yelangyu.

As dusk approached, the twilight descended heavily, like cotton soaked in ink.

The cold wind whistled through the dry birch forest. This sound masked everything—such as the faint "rustling" of military boots on frozen ground, or the whistling sound of a blade cutting through a throat.

Outside the command post, two Red Army sentries on guard duty didn't even have time to utter a groan before their bodies went limp and slid into the snow.

His throat was severed, and blood sprayed onto the pristine snow like blooming red plum blossoms, a horrifying sight.

The man who made the move was dressed in a ghillie suit, his face heavily painted, and the tactical knife in his hand barely reflected the light in the twilight. He expertly wiped the blood off the sentry's clothes and made a hand gesture to the rear.

A dark figure leaped out, and then, like ghosts, the two of them crept along the wall toward the main house, which was lit up.

Inside the room, Zhang, the Red Army's commander-in-chief and political commissar, was furious while looking at the map.

"What's going on? We still haven't figured out where the Blue Team's command post is?"

The chief of staff beside him smiled wryly: "Old Zhang, don't worry, our reconnaissance troops have already been deployed."

"Bang!"

Before he could finish speaking, the heavy wooden door was kicked open.

The kick was extremely powerful; the door panel flew off the hinge and slammed heavily onto the conference table, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

Two dark figures flashed in, their movements perfectly synchronized, their submachine guns pointed directly at the heads of the group.

Old Zhang was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage, slamming his hand on the table: "Nonsense! Which unit are you from? Don't you know the rules of the exercise? I'm a Red Army commander, and this isn't how you conduct a decapitation strike! Where are your referees?"

The mercenary leader, codenamed "Scorpion," curled a cruel smile at the corner of his mouth.

He didn't say anything, but simply raised his gun and pointed it at a guard next to him.

It was an MP5 player with a silencer; in the inland areas of that era, such a thing was as rare as alien technology.

"puff!"

A very faint muffled thud.

A bloody hole appeared between the guard's eyebrows. Before the shock in his eyes had faded, he fell straight backward.

The stench of blood instantly filled the warm room.

Old Zhang's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

This is not a drill!

Those were real bullets!

"You..." Old Zhang felt his blood run cold, but he was a veteran who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. After a brief moment of shock, a surge of ruthlessness welled up inside him.

Just as he reached for the phone on the table, the muzzle of Scorpion's gun was already pressed against his temple.

"Old man, don't move."

Scorpion's Chinese was very broken, with a nauseatingly mocking tone: "Move again, and I'll smash your brains out."

The staff officers and clerks inside were all deathly pale, huddled in a corner with guns pointed at them. No one had expected that a perfectly good exercise would suddenly turn into a scene of carnage.

The scorpion enjoys the thrill of controlling life and death.

He pulled out a time bomb and casually tossed it onto the map; the beeping countdown sounded like a death knell.

"Chinese soldiers? Nothing special." Scorpion scoffed, preparing to pull the trigger and send the old man to his death—

"Splash!"

The side window suddenly shattered.

A dark, metal lump flew in with a whooshing sound, rolled twice on the ground, and landed right next to the scorpion's feet.

Scorpion's expression changed drastically: "Flashbang!"

"boom!"

A blinding white light, accompanied by a deafening explosion, instantly engulfed the entire room.

Even with your eyes closed, the intense light stung your eyes, and the deafening sound waves caused your eardrums to rupture and you to lose your balance.

In those few seconds of blindness, a figure descended from the sky like a tiger coming down a mountain, accompanied by shattered pieces of the window frame.

Gu Zheng landed with a forward roll, and the 81-bar in his hand seemed to grow out of his hand, spitting out tongues of vengeful fire.

"Da da da!"

Three shots in quick succession.

Extremely precise, extremely ruthless.

The mercenary on the left, who hadn't even had time to cover his eyes, had blood spurt from his chest and was sent flying by the enormous impact before he could even scream.

"court death!"

Scorpion was, after all, a top-tier mercenary. Although his eyesight was temporarily impaired, his ability to locate enemies by sound was exceptional. He raised his hand and fired a burst of blind shots, while simultaneously rolling backward and drawing his combat knife from his leg.

Gu Zheng dodged the bullet by sidestepping it. The bullet grazed his left arm, leaving a trail of blood.

But he didn't even flinch. He drew his triangular military dagger from his waist and, like a black lightning bolt, pounced straight at the scorpion.

This was a brutal battle without any fancy moves.

All they have are the most primitive and efficient killing techniques.

The scorpion's military knife slashed towards Gu Zheng's throat, but Gu Zheng dodged it with a quick sidestep.

The triangular bayonet in his right hand plunged viciously into the scorpion's abdomen.

"Pfft!"

That cut was too ruthless; it went straight through.

Gu Zheng twisted his wrist suddenly.

The unique bleeding grooves of the triangular thorn instantly turn the wound into an unhealable fountain of blood.

"Uh..." Scorpion convulsed, and the gun in his hand clattered to the ground.

Gu Zheng's eyes were as cold as iron. He drew his military dagger and kicked Scorpion in the chest, pinning him firmly to the wall.

The battle ended too quickly.

From breaking through the window to annihilating the enemy, it took only a dozen seconds.

The smoke and dust in the room hadn't dissipated yet, and Old Zhang was still in the same position as when he reached for the phone, completely dumbfounded.

Only when he saw Gu Zheng's face, covered in paint yet still unable to conceal his murderous intent, did Old Zhang tremble and call out, "Old Gu?"

Gu Zheng ignored him.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently, and blood dripped from his left arm down his fingertips.

He grabbed Scorpion by the collar, his eyes looking at him like he was looking at a pile of trash: "Who sent you? How many more are there?"

Black blood gushed from the scorpion's mouth, a sign that its internal organs had ruptured.

But he laughed.

His laughter was particularly chilling; it was the kind of madness that knew he was going to die but still wanted to take someone down with him.

"...cough cough..."

With difficulty, Scorpion lifted his eyelids, looked at Gu Zheng, and said in a broken voice, "You... are very strong."

"But...it's too late."

A strange smile tugged at the corner of Scorpion's lips as his gaze drifted towards the dark mountains in the distance outside the window. "You came to save this place... that was the right thing to do. But... over there... that 'big fish' from the Blue Army... is doomed."

Gu Zheng's pupils constricted sharply: "What did you say?!"

"We... split into two teams." Scorpion laughed, his body trembling with the final spasms of his life. "One team is me. The other team... cough cough... has already reached the Blue Army command post."

"That old man...I heard he's a big shot...Haha...By now...his head is probably already..."

Before he could finish speaking, the scorpion's head lolled to the side, and he died.

The malice of triumph still lingered in those deathly gray eyes.

"Hold!"

Gu Zheng let out a low growl and flung the corpse aside.

That's too late.

It's too late!

Gu Zheng slammed his fist against the wall, ignoring the excruciating pain from his wounds; a sense of powerlessness overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

Gu Zheng roared, "Contact headquarters! Now!"