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

Kang Lei took difficult steps, feeling as if his military boots were filled with lead.

Every step felt like stepping on his own shattered worldview.

Behind them, the more than one hundred men of the Iron Fist Regiment's reconnaissance company were completely silent. They were usually fearless and invincible soldiers, but now they were like a group of mice seeing a cat, not daring to even breathe.

Their gazes were fixed on the figure that slowly emerged from the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

That person is too young.

Beneath that tattered training uniform, his figure stood tall and straight, yet not exaggeratedly so. His face even carried a hint of youthful innocence, but his eyes were as calm as a deep, frozen pool, undisturbed by any ripples.

Yet this same person, with a godlike and demonic air, tore apart a reinforced battalion of nearly five hundred Vietnamese soldiers with his bare hands in just five minutes.

Kang Lei stepped forward and stopped three steps away from Su Chen. He took a deep breath, wanting to say something, but found his throat terribly dry.

Finally, he raised his arm and, with all his might, gave a perfect military salute.

"Kang Lei, Company Commander of the Reconnaissance Company of the Iron Fist Regiment! Thank you for saving my life, comrade!"

The old black man behind him and all the soldiers of the reconnaissance company also raised their hands in salute in unison, their movements perfectly synchronized, their eyes filled with shock, gratitude, and a primal awe.

"Captain Su Chen, 6th Company, 524th Regiment." Su Chen returned the salute, his voice calm. "I am ordered to lead my troops back to our base."

His gaze swept over Kang Lei, then turned to the group of soldiers behind him who were completely stunned, and added, "Seeing you in danger was just a coincidence, no need to be so polite."

It was just on the way...that's all...

Kang Lei's lips twitched violently.

Dude, isn't this a bit too hardcore? You just casually wiped out an entire reinforced battalion?

Just then, Liang Sanxi and Chief of Staff Fang led their teams down from the high ground on both sides and joined Su Chen.

When Kang Lei saw the military rank on Chief of Staff Fang's shoulder, and Liang Sanxi's face, which was also filled with exhaustion and shock, he was stunned again.

"Chief of Staff Fang of the Wolf Fang Reconnaissance Squad? And Company Commander Liang of the Ninth Company?" Kang Lei exclaimed. These were all renowned heroic units in the military.

"Company Commander Kang." Chief of Staff Fang nodded with a wry smile, acknowledging the greeting.

Su Chen pointed to the team behind him and introduced them briefly: "This is my temporary special operations detachment. The deputy commander is Chief of Staff Fang, and the company commander is Liang Sanxi. We have just finished a mission and are preparing to return."

Conley's brain went blank again.

A captain, commanding a chief of staff and a company commander.

This command system... is a bit wild.

But when his gaze fell on Su Chen again, and on the group of "subordinates" behind him with their fanatical eyes, he felt that all of this seemed to be justified.

Faced with gods and demons possessing such power, military ranks and organizational structures do indeed seem somewhat insignificant.

"Captain Su... Captain Su." Kang Lei organized his thoughts and asked the question that had been swirling in everyone's minds, almost driving them crazy, "Excuse my boldness, but... how did you do that just now?"

He pointed to the hellish landscape on the high ground, his voice trembling: "Enduring bullets... small-caliber artillery shells... killing from a distance... this..."

Is it scientific?

He didn't ask the last three words, but everyone's eyes were asking the question on his behalf.

Again.

Su Chen sighed inwardly; the familiar Q&A session, though late, had finally arrived.

He looked up at a forty-five-degree angle at the dawning sky, a perfectly measured hint of melancholy and loneliness on his face. In a deep voice, he refined and polished the same speech he had already given to Wang Meng, Li Xiang, Liang Sanxi, and the others:

"This is a long story... I've been obsessed with martial arts since childhood, firmly believing that the human body holds great secrets. So, I sought out ancient texts, observed the magnificence of mountains and rivers, felt the vastness of the seas, tempered my mind in the mundane world, and forged my body in the military..."

"Perhaps... I am one of those once-in-a-million geniuses."

At this point, he spread his hands, his face showing a helpless expression that said, "I really want to keep a low profile, but my abilities don't allow it."

"Just now, at the critical moment, I had a sudden inspiration, and in my haste, I accidentally... understood."

"..."

The air froze again.

Wang Meng and Li Xiang silently turned away, unable to bear to look at this appalling scene.

Liang Sanxi and Jin Kailai's eyes twitched violently, feeling as if their intelligence was being repeatedly rubbed away.

Meanwhile, the newly added "victims," ​​Kang Lei and Lao Hei, stared wide-eyed, their expressions blank, as if they had heard something unbelievable.

A young scout couldn't help but whisper to his comrade beside him, "He said he's figured it out... I'm wondering if he thinks we're idiots?"

"Shut up!" Old Black hissed, but his eyes were also filled with confusion.

Kang Lei had lived for over thirty years, participated in dozens of battles, large and small, and considered himself to have an unwavering will. But today, he felt as if his brain was about to be burned through.

He couldn't find any reason to believe this nonsense.

But ironically, he couldn't find any reason to refute the facts before him.

Finally, Kang Lei let out a long sigh and chose to give up thinking.

He saluted Su Chen solemnly once again: "Thank you so much! Captain Su, our Iron Fist Regiment Reconnaissance Company will never forget your kindness today!"

"Clean up the battlefield, collect supplies, and treat the wounded." Su Chen didn't continue the topic but instead issued the order.

Two teams—no, three teams, should be said—began cleaning up the bloody battlefield in a silent and eerie atmosphere.

Kang Lei walked over to Lao Hei and handed him a cigarette.

"Company Commander, isn't something wrong with this world?" Even martial arts from wuxia novels are appearing. Isn't this something that only happens in movies? This is not scientific! Old Hei lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and his voice was hoarse.

Kang Lei did not answer, but looked at the young captain not far away, who was calmly directing everyone to carefully lift the bodies of martyrs onto stretchers.

Under his command, the remnants of the Ninth Company, the elite of the Wolf Fang Army, and the elite soldiers of his own reconnaissance company—three independent forces—cooperated seamlessly without the slightest stagnation.

It was as if he was born to be the king of this battlefield.

Conley's pupils contracted sharply.

A revolutionary idea popped into his mind.

An army of one man...

If a country possessed such an army, even if it consisted of only one person...

The form of war, the future world order...

He dared not think any further, only feeling a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

He watched Su Chen's retreating figure, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Because of this man's appearance, this war seems to be heading in an unpredictable direction, completely spiraling out of control.