If I made you a special forces soldier, would you become a terrestrial god?

Chief of Staff Fang's lips moved, and his Adam's apple bobbed violently.

To save or not to save?

This problem was like an invisible mountain, pressing heavily on his heart.

As a reconnaissance commander, he knew better than anyone that the valley ahead was a death trap tailor-made for the "Iron Fist" Regiment's reconnaissance company. A battalion, reinforced with a heavy artillery company, positioned on high ground, waiting in ambush. Let alone a reconnaissance company, even a full-strength reinforced regiment charging in would be torn to shreds!

Reason told him that the only option for their defeated force was to ignore the situation and retreat quickly. Their primary task was to escort Su Chen, this "national treasure," safely home.

but……

He glanced at his comrades-in-arms, now forever silent, on the stretcher behind him.

To stand by and watch someone die? To watch helplessly as a fellow soldier walks into a slaughterhouse?

What kind of soldier is he then!

"I..." Chief of Staff Fang's voice was hoarse, his eyes filled with struggle and pain.

Su Chen didn't look at him again. His gaze calmly swept over Liang Sanxi, Jin Kailai, and every surviving soldier before finally landing on the bodies covered with military overcoats.

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears, as if carrying immense power.

"I promised them I would take them home."

"Those who are alive and those who have sacrificed—not one can be missing."

He turned around and looked back towards the valley of death, his tone calm but containing an undeniable resolve.

"They are all soldiers of the Dragon Kingdom, and there is no reason for us to watch them die."

"Never abandon, never give up."

boom!

These six words, like a thunderclap, exploded in everyone's hearts!

Liang Sanxi, Jin Kailai, and the other men of the Ninth Company shuddered, their eyes instantly filling with bloodlust. They had just been pulled back from the brink of death and knew best the meaning of despair and hope.

Chief of Staff Fang and his veteran reconnaissance soldiers also had tears in their eyes.

Yes, never abandon, never give up! Isn't that the creed etched into their very bones?

"Captain Su! We..." Chief of Staff Fang was about to say something when Su Chen raised his hand to interrupt him.

Su Chen's gaze remained fixed on the distance.

Under the "Sky Eye's" vision, the marching column was zoomed in infinitely. Leading the group was a square-faced, resolute-eyed middle-aged officer, carrying the rank of major on his shoulders. Beside him followed a dark-skinned, sharp-eyed sergeant.

Su Chen's mind jolted.

Conley! The future leader of the Iron Fist Regiment!

And there's Old Black! The future sharpshooter, 4th Company, First-Class Sergeant!

A key figure in "I Am a Special Forces Soldier 2"!

So it was them!

At that moment, a powerful sense of destiny welled up within him. This was no longer a question of whether to save them or not. It was fate that had ordained him to rewrite the tragic destinies of these heroes, deserving not such bleakness!

Su Chen no longer hesitated.

He bent down, grabbed a handful of pebbles from the ground, weighed them in his hand, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"Everyone, listen to my command!" The cold voice carried an unquestionable authority.

"Company Commander Liang! Take the Ninth Company and outflank them from the left flank hillside! Blow out their mortar positions on the left flank!"

"Chief of Staff Fang! You take your men and infiltrate from the right flank! Free fire, clear out their heavy machine gun positions and command personnel!"

"I... charged in from the front."

The entire team was instantly terrified by his words.

A frontal charge?

Break through the encirclement of an entire battalion?!

This isn't just insane, it's suicide!

"Brother Chen!" Lei Kaihua cried out in disbelief.

"Execute the command!"

Su Chen let out a low roar, and the internal energy of the eighth level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique within his body surged wildly. He looked in the direction of Kang Lei's troops and suddenly swung his arm!

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

Dozens of pebbles, imbued with the force of 80,000 jin, tore through the air, emitting sharp and ear-piercing sonic booms! Their speed exceeded the speed of sound, transforming into streaks of deathly light that were indistinguishable to the naked eye. With the momentum of arriving late but arriving early, they traversed a distance of several kilometers and accurately struck the most critical firing positions on the high ground on both sides of the valley!

puff!puff!puff!

On the high ground of the valley, in the Vietnamese army's position, several mortar operators who were adjusting the angle of their gun barrels suddenly had a burst of blood mist on their foreheads. Before they could even scream, they fell to the ground.

On the other side, the gunners and assistant gunners of the two heavy machine guns were also pierced through the head by the "bullets" that flew from the sky at almost the same time!

The Vietnamese army's position instantly descended into a small-scale chaos!

"Let's do it!"

Su Chen uttered two words, and his entire body shot out like a cannonball!

He activated the Lingbo Weibu technique to its fullest extent, leaving blurry afterimages in the mountains and forests as he charged straight toward the death trap!

"kill!"

Liang Sanxi and Chief of Staff Fang exchanged a glance, both seeing the horror and determination in each other's eyes. With a roar, they led their respective teams, like two sharp knives, fiercely plunging in from the left and right flanks!

……

The entrance to the narrow valley.

Kang Lei was leading the reconnaissance company on a rapid march, but a sense of unease lingered in his heart.

"Company commander, this place... is too quiet." Old Hei moved closer to him, scanning the high ground on both sides warily.

Kang Lei nodded, about to order the troops to remain on guard and send out sentries to scout.

suddenly!

A sharp, piercing sound swept past overhead!

Immediately afterwards, several muffled sounds of human bodies exploding and chaotic shouts came from the high ground on both sides!

"Something's up! Take cover!" Kang Lei's expression changed drastically, and he shouted sharply.

The soldiers of the reconnaissance company reacted extremely quickly, spreading out instantly to find cover, their guns all aimed at the high ground on both sides.

However, the storm of attacks they had anticipated did not materialize.

Instead, they were presented with a divine and demonic painting that they would never forget and that even overturned their entire worldview.

A figure burst forth from the distant mountains and forests with incredible speed. He was alone, charging straight and head-on towards the dark enemy positions on the high ground!

"Who is that? Is he crazy?!" a young scout exclaimed in shock.

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat! Boom! Boom!

The Vietnamese army reacted quickly. In an instant, hundreds of tongues of fire spewed out from both sides of the valley, and the remaining mortars began to roar. A giant net of death, ten times denser than before, woven from steel and flames, swept over the lone figure!

Kang Lei and his soldiers felt their hearts sink to the bottom.

It’s over.

No one could possibly survive under such firepower; they would be torn to shreds in an instant.

However, the next second, everyone's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Ding ding ding ding ding!

The dense barrage of bullets struck the man, sending up bursts of dazzling sparks, yet producing a crisp, metallic clanging sound like popping beans! His body seemed to be enveloped in an invisible golden aura, deflecting all the bullets!

A mortar shell exploded at his feet, engulfing him in flames and smoke.

But when the smoke cleared, he was still standing in the same spot, patting the dust off his body, completely unharmed!

"..."

The entire reconnaissance company, including Kang Lei and Lao Hei, was petrified. Their mouths were agape, their minds blank, and they even forgot to grip their guns tightly.

What is this...?

God? Or the devil?

Just as they were lost in thought, the figure moved.

"Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill!"

Su Chen's icy voice seemed to come from the deepest hell.

His figure flashed, appearing in front of the Vietnamese army's artillery position as if by teleportation.

A palm strike was unleashed!

boom!

An invisible palm strike, like a solid wall, slammed out! The three mortars in front, along with seven or eight gunners, were smashed into flying parts and bits of flesh by this immense force!

A punch was thrown!

Seven or eight meters away, the wind from the punches howled, and a Vietnamese officer, along with three soldiers behind him, were struck as if by a battering ram, instantly exploding into four clouds of blood mist!

A sweeping kick!

At the waist, five or six Vietnamese soldiers were struck by an irresistible force, their bodies twisted bizarrely, their bones shattered, and they were all sent flying more than ten meters away!

This is not a battle.

This was a one-sided, indiscriminate, and inhumane massacre!

At this moment, Su Chen is a killing god walking among men! With a strength of 80,000 jin, an indestructible body, and unpredictable movements, he has become the most unsolvable bug on this battlefield!

"He's a devil! He's a devil!"

"Run!!"

The Vietnamese army's psychological defenses were completely destroyed in just a few dozen seconds! They cried out, dropped their weapons, and fled in all directions.

Just then, Liang Sanxi and Chief of Staff Fang's team, like ghosts, attacked from both flanks, their precise shots reaping the remaining survivors.

Kang Lei, Lao Hei, and the others stood there dumbfounded at the foot of the valley, watching the "cleanup" on the high ground that could no longer be called a battle. They felt that their worldview, values, and outlook on life, which they had held for more than thirty years, were being smashed into powder, one hammer blow at a time.

Less than five minutes.

The once bustling battlefield has fallen silent once more.

An entire battalion, nearly five hundred men, was slaughtered.

On the high ground, corpses piled up like mountains and blood filled the air, resembling the deepest hell.

Su Chen slowly walked out of the pile of corpses, his tattered training uniform still unstained by blood.

He turned around, his calm gaze falling on the Iron Fist Regiment reconnaissance company soldiers below the valley, now completely turned into wooden sculptures.

Kang Lei shivered and snapped back to reality. He looked at the "god" who had emerged from hell, then at the group of soldiers behind him who were almost kneeling, swallowed hard, and took the first step with difficulty.