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

When that red document, stamped with the gold seal of "Kunlun Zhenguo," was simultaneously distributed to every regimental-level and above unit in the seven military regions of the Dragon Kingdom through the highest level of encryption, like a divine decree, an unprecedented super storm swept across the entire Dragon Kingdom army.

The document is short, but its wording is simple, direct, and extremely domineering!

"The Kunlun Selection officially begins!"

"All active-duty members of the People's Liberation Army of China, regardless of rank, experience, or age, are eligible to apply!"

"In the first phase, each military region will organize its own internal elimination process, which will last for one month. Ultimately, each region will select one thousand winners to qualify for the second phase!"

These few words, like a red-hot branding iron, were branded deeply into the hearts of millions of Chinese soldiers!

Southeast Military Region, Wolf Fang Special Operations Brigade, Brigade Commander's Office.

He Zhijun had a cigarette that had burned out, ash scattered all over the table, but he was completely oblivious. He stared intently at the document, his eyes, which always gleamed with shrewdness and calculation, now held only one emotion—fervor.

"Brigade Commander! Brigade Commander!" Fan Tianlei practically burst through the door, holding a thick registration form in his hand. His face was flushed red with excitement. "They're all crazy! They're all fucking crazy!"

He slammed the statistics sheet onto He Zhijun's desk with a "thud," his finger trembling as he pointed to an astonishing number on it.

"Our Wolf Fang Special Operations Brigade, including all its directly subordinate units, has a full strength of just over three thousand people! Guess how many people signed up?" Fan Tianlei's breathing was rapid, and his chest heaved violently.

He Zhijun didn't even lift his eyelids, and hoarsely uttered two words: "All of them?"

"Not just all of them!" Fan Tianlei's voice trembled. "The logistics mess hall, the auto repair shop, even those old military doctors nearing retirement in the infirmary—they all signed up! Saying they want to contribute their last bit of light and heat to Kunlun's medical cause! This... this isn't a selection process, this is practically a pilgrimage!"

He Zhi

Jun stubbed out his cigarette, slowly stood up, walked to the window, and looked down at the training ground that had completely erupted into a frenzy. He knew this was just a microcosm.

At the same time, in the Northern Military Region, the Iron Fist Regiment.

Regimental Commander Kang Lei's desk was completely overwhelmed by a deluge of application forms. From staff officers to privates, from the ace marksmen of the Fourth Company to the cooks of the mess hall, no one was left out—everyone had signed up!

Looking at the densely packed list that covered almost all of his regiment's combat strength, Kang Lei's face darkened with a mixture of heartache and pride, which ultimately turned into a laugh and a curse.

"These little brats, they've all grown wings and want to fly high! Do they really think Kunlun is so easy to get into?"

Gong Jian, the instructor next to him, adjusted his glasses and said with a wry smile, "Commander, this enthusiasm can't be stopped. What happened on the training field had a huge impact on them. Now, let alone participating in the selection, even if they were asked to walk to the gate of Zhenguo Pass to stand guard, I bet there would be people scrambling to do it."

Not just the Iron Fist Regiment, but also the Steel Seventh Company, the Wolf Warrior Squadron, the Old A, the Black Tiger Brigade...

All the troops who witnessed the "miracle" during the "Sharpening Stone" exercise showed an unprecedented enthusiasm for running for office.

Those troops who did not directly participate in the exercise but only heard about the Kunlun legend from internal reports and various rumors were even more fanatical!

They hadn't seen it with their own eyes, so their imaginations ran wilder.

In their imagination, the warriors of Kunlun were no longer human, but real land immortals who could fly, move mountains and fill seas!

To be able to associate with the gods is such an honor!

In an instant, the entire Dragon Kingdom army, from generals to soldiers, had only one thought in their minds—to enter Kunlun!

Beijing, Xishan, the highest operational command center.

The old marshal stared at the terrifying numbers of applicants compiled by the various military regions, speechless for a long time.

The total number of applicants from the seven military regions, plus the directly subordinate units of each service branch, has exceeded 800,000!

Eight hundred thousand iron-blooded soldiers are about to engage in the most brutal and fierce internal struggle in the history of the Dragon Kingdom's army for a mere seven thousand spots to enter the second stage!

"Nonsense! Utter nonsense!" A general in charge of military discipline roared, his beard bristling and eyes wide with anger. "For the sake of a selection process, the entire army is thrown into disarray, and normal training cannot be guaranteed! I suggest that this so-called selection be terminated immediately!"

"I object!" Another general in charge of training slammed his fist on the table and stood up. "Is this what you call unrest? This is called high morale! Look at the troops' enthusiasm for training now—higher than ever before! Let me tell you, that kid Su Chen's approach is more effective than a hundred mobilization meetings! This is true 'from the soldiers, to the soldiers'!"

"But this attrition rate is too high! Seven thousand out of eight hundred thousand—that's more than one in a hundred! If this isn't handled properly, it will severely dampen the soldiers' morale!"

"What's there to be afraid of? Soldiers aren't afraid of failure, they're afraid of having no hope! Kunlun is where all of them find hope!"

Inside the meeting room, the debate raged on.

In the end, it was the old marshal who made the final decision.

"The selection process will proceed as scheduled!" His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority. "That kid Su Chen is right. We've had too much peace. Our army needs a tiger to stir up this stagnant water!"

"Order all military regions to immediately organize the first phase of selection! They can set the rules themselves! I have only one request!"

The old marshal stood up, his gaze sharp as lightning, sweeping over every general present.

"I want the strongest soldiers! I want the toughest bones! I want the wildest wolves!"

"One month from now, I want to see a force of seven thousand hungry wolves appear at the gates of Zhenguo Pass!"

With the order issued, a steel storm sweeping across the entire army officially began.

The Southeast Military Region fired the first shot.

The military region commander personally oversaw the selection process, which was described as hellish.

The first item is extreme physical fitness.

All participants will carry 40 kilograms of weight and complete a 100-kilometer armed cross-country run! There will be no rest stops or supplies along the way, only a cold timer! Those who fail to complete the run within the allotted time will be eliminated on the spot!

This one criterion eliminated more than half of the applicants.

Those who remain will face even more brutal tests.

Marksmanship, hand-to-hand combat, willpower, battlefield survival... each of these is conducted at a level far exceeding the highest standards for special forces selection.

On the training ground of the Wolf Fang Special Operations Brigade.

He Zhijun looked at his group of soldiers who were usually so arrogant, now all exhausted like dead dogs, lying in the mud panting heavily. Instead of feeling sorry for them, he showed a cruel smile.

He knew this was just the beginning.

A true great sifting of the sands, a bloody road to the altar, has begun.

Those who make it to the end on this path will surely be the king of kings, the elite of the elite!

After contacting each other privately, the commanders of the major military regions, including Gao Shiwei, Du Bangguo, and He Zhijun, unanimously decided that they would also participate in the selection. However, they would participate in the officer group and would not need to participate in the soldier group selection. Each military region would only select 100 people to participate, for a total of 700 people.

Meanwhile, inside the highest command tower of Zhenguo Pass, Su Chen calmly watched the flashing cursors on the electronic sand table, each representing a selection point for a major military region, a faint smile playing on his lips.

The bait has been cast; now it's time to see how many real dragons we can catch.