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

If the initial gunshots were just an appetizer, then in the next few hours, the entire deserted island was completely transformed into a meat grinder of blood and fire.

"Da da da!"

In the swampy area, the dense gunfire was like popping beans, blasting mud and water everywhere.

Lei Zhan, the captain of the Thunder Commando Team, along with Yama, Old Fox, and their group, were pinning down a three-man garrison squad behind a patch of rotting tree roots.

"Boss! Something's wrong! These bastards have a membrane on their bodies! Bullets just tickle them!" Harley's roar was full of astonishment. He had seen with his own eyes the bullet he fired splash around the enemy's chest and then bounce off.

"Damn it! This is official cheating! Report it! I have to report it!" Yama cursed as he rolled around in the mud, dodging the enemy's incredibly accurate shots. Even so, a bullet still cut a burning gash on his arm.

"Shut the fuck up!" Lei Zhan roared, his gun locked on the target, his eyes fierce. "That's not unlimited! Focus fire on one! Blow it up!"

He had clearly seen that the energy membrane dimmed for a moment after being hit repeatedly.

That's the flaw!

"Focus fire on the one on the left! Shoot him to death!"

At Lei Zhan's command, the Thunder Assault Team's concentrated fire instantly coalesced into a single force, like a siege hammer, slamming down on one of the garrison company members.

The data flashed wildly through the tactical goggles of the garrison soldier. He clearly hadn't expected that these "prey" in the mud wouldn't just not scatter, but would instead organize such an effective counterattack in an instant. After enduring the almost frenzied barrage of fire, the energy shield on his body emitted a mournful sound like shattering glass and vanished abruptly!

"Pfft pfft pfft!"

Without an energy shield, flesh and blood are as fragile as paper in the face of bullets.

Several bullets brutally pierced his body, raising plumes of blood mist.

His helmet hissed, emitting a plume of red smoke that signified "death in action," and he fell straight backward.

"Take one down!" the old fox shouted excitedly.

Before he finished speaking, the other two garrison soldiers had already completed a textbook flanking maneuver.

They appeared silently on the side of the Thunder Commando, like two killing gods emerging from the fog of hell, their guns spitting out flames of death.

"Lie down!"

After a brief but fierce exchange of fire, the gunfire abruptly ceased.

On the Thunder Commando side, three team members lay motionless in the mud, with the same red smoke rising from their heads.

The remaining two garrison soldiers did not linger in the fight. They quickly took turns providing cover and retreated into the depths of the jungle, disappearing from sight.

"Damn it!" Lei Zhan slammed his fist into a rotten tree beside him, his eyes turning red as he looked at his "fallen" brothers on the ground. He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, the madness in his eyes growing stronger rather than diminished.

One for three, a Pyrrhic victory.

The soldiers of Kunlun are indeed all tough guys among tough guys!

……

On the other side, atop a steep cliff.

"Old A" Yuan Lang was squinting as he surveyed the mountain road below that was the only way to get there.

Beside him, Railway, Qi Huan, and more than twenty elite special forces soldiers from various military regions whom he had temporarily "recruited" were all lying in ambush, holding their breath.

"Come closer, everyone." Yuan Lang's voice was low, a playful glint in his eyes. "There are five fish down there. We need to figure out how to catch them all at once."

"Boss, shall we go for it?" a soldier from the Snow Leopard Commando asked.

"What? What are we going to do? Go head-to-head with their energy shields using our firewood sticks?" Yuan Lang glanced at him. "We're the elite A, not brutes. We need to use our brains."

He pointed down the cliff: "Everyone, take out any odds and ends you have on you, water bottle caps, pebbles, unused buttons."

Although the crowd was puzzled, they did as instructed.

Yuan Lang looked down at the five-man squad of the garrison company that was advancing in standard tactical formation, and his fox-like smile deepened.

"When I give the order, throw them all down together, make a noise, but don't make it too loud."

Everyone clutched the miscellaneous items in their hands, barely daring to breathe.

"Throw!"

At Yuan Lang's command, more than twenty odds and ends were simultaneously thrown off the cliff. The clanging and clattering sounds, though not loud, were enough to instantly put any vigilant soldier on high alert.

The garrison squad below immediately stopped, and the five men instinctively looked up, raising their guns to gaze at the cliff top.

It's now!

Yuan Lang suddenly waved his hand at Qi Huan beside him.

"Let's do it!"

Several millstone-sized boulders, already loosened by prying, were violently pushed off the cliff by the combined efforts of more than twenty people!

"Boom!"

The boulder, carrying immense force and a deathly roar, crashed precisely into the area where the five-man squad had looked up.

The garrison below only had time to let out a short cry of alarm before they were completely swallowed up by the rolling boulders and billowing dust.

A moment later, the smoke and dust dissipated, and five wisps of dazzling red smoke slowly rose from the pile of rocks, soaring straight into the sky.

Annihilate them all!

"Beautiful!" Railway couldn't help but murmur in admiration as he watched the scene.

Qi Huan grinned and patted the dirt off his hands: "This old method still works. When dealing with high technology, you have to use primitive methods."

Soldiers who, deception also.

Who says prey can't turn around and bite the hunter to death?

……

The same scene was playing out wildly in every corner of the forest.

Leng Feng, from the Wolf Warrior Squadron, moved stealthily through the jungle like a true lone wolf. He crafted a makeshift tripwire trap using an inconspicuous vine and a sharpened branch. A garrison soldier pursuing him, momentarily distracted, was accurately struck by the splintered branch, triggering his "death" sensor and instantly eliminated. Without a second glance, Leng Feng vanished into the dense forest, searching for his next target.

Geng Jihui, Shi Dafan, Qiang Xiaowei, and others, who came from various special forces units, formed a well-rounded combat team with years of tacit understanding. Although they did not achieve any results, Shi Dafan used several plants with pungent odors to make "homemade tear gas," which repeatedly forced back pursuers when surrounded, allowing them to escape successfully.

These elite soldiers, selected from millions of soldiers across the entire army, are all formidable opponents.

Despite being at a significant disadvantage in terms of equipment, they brought their intelligence, willpower, and combat skills to another level.

In an instant, the pursuit and counter-attack, the sneak attacks and traps, reached a fever pitch across the entire island.

The atmosphere on the Kunlun Garrison Company's communications channel shifted from initial relaxation to growing increasingly tense and agitated.

"Report! Team B3 was ambushed and all members have been wiped out!"

"Report! A5 team has lost contact; the Hawkeye drone has been shot down!"

"Damn it! Those bastards are smarter than monkeys! I led a platoon to chase those guys from the Black Tiger Brigade, and they lured us into a minefield! Not real mines, but a series of pits they dug themselves! My whole platoon, seven or eight of us fell in and 'died'! You believe it? They dug those pits!"

Zheng Sanpao's roar echoed through the channel, filled with endless frustration and anger.

Zhuang Yan's face was extremely grim. He had just finished a fierce battle. Although he had successfully "killed" three opponents, one of his team members was killed by the opponent with a dagger before dying due to a moment of carelessness.

The "fallen" team member sat on the ground, angrily punching the dirt, his eyes red-rimmed, clenching his teeth tightly.

He lost his only chance to enter the Kunlun core sequence.

Commanding the position, Chen Guotao stared at the red icons on the tactical terminal that kept flashing and then going out, representing the fallen soldiers of his own side. His fists clenched unconsciously.

Less than three hours into the battle, nearly a third of his more than one hundred men had been killed!

However, the number of enemy troops killed was disproportionate.

He still underestimated this group of elite soldiers who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood!

"All units, immediately consolidate your defensive lines! Regroup by platoon!"

He gave the order decisively, his voice carrying a chilling, murderous aura.

"Pass down the notice: Plan B is canceled."

He looked up, peering through the screen at the vast forest, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"This is no longer a hunt."

"This is a war!"