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

"Damn it, are these gods' brains filled with shit?!"

As Wang Yanbing ran for his life, he cursed all the while. He was momentarily distracted when a bullet grazed his scalp, the scorching blast of air causing a sharp pain.

"Stop talking nonsense! Run faster if you don't want to be riddled with bullets!" He Chenguang growled beside him. His breathing had been adjusted to an extremely steady rhythm, and his eyes, like those of a hawk, were fixed on the front while also keeping an eye on the bullet trajectories.

This isn't running, it's dancing in a hail of bullets!

Fifty Kunlun instructors were positioned at the highest points on both sides of the runway. Their rifles seemed to have no recoil, and each shot was as precise as a scalpel, aimed specifically at the most difficult spots such as your feet, the top of your head, and even your crotch.

Bullets whizzed past our ears, their shrill sounds like the death knell, forcing everyone to unleash their full potential.

"I...I can't...I can't run anymore..." At the back of the line, Li Erniu's massive body was like a tank about to be scrapped, every step was incredibly heavy, and he was panting heavily.

His physical strength was an advantage, but his nerve reflexes couldn't keep up. He was almost hit by bullets several times, which scared him half to death, and his physical strength was depleted faster than anyone else's.

"Erniu! Hang in there!" He Chenguang shouted as he turned around.

Just then, a lithe figure passed by Li Erniu. The man glanced at the panting Li Erniu and suddenly spoke, his voice steady and powerful: "Regulate your breathing! Inhale every three steps, exhale every three steps! Don't look at the bullets! Listen to the wind! Anticipate!"

Li Erniu subconsciously did as the man said, and sure enough, he felt much better. His body, which had been on the verge of its limit, was filled with a new surge of strength.

He looked at the man gratefully, only to see that the man was also looking over and nodded kindly at him.

The man had dark skin, strong features, and sharp eyes; he looked like a ruthless character.

Beside him were several equally imposing men.

One of them wore glasses and looked very refined, but when he ran, he was as light as a raccoon.

A tall man, carrying a simulated heavy machine gun twice as heavy as others, didn't even break a sweat.

A skinny guy, as thin as a monkey, was running around gesturing wildly and muttering something under his breath.

There was another one, who was running around treating the monkey's hand wounds caused by pebbles, while holding a first-aid kit that he had pulled out from somewhere.

The combination of these people looks rather strange no matter how you look at it.

The dark-faced man running at the front, seemingly the leader of the group, noticed He Chenguang and the others' gazes, slowed his pace, and took the initiative to ask, "Brothers, which unit are you from?"

"Northern Theater Command, Iron Fist Regiment, Sharpshooter Fourth Company," He Chenguang answered as he ran.

"Oh? The Iron Fist Regiment?" A hint of surprise flashed in the dark-faced man's eyes, then he laughed heartily, "I've heard so much about you! Fine soldiers!"

He pointed to himself, then to the brothers beside him, and introduced them loudly: "Geng Jihui, platoon leader of the Army Reconnaissance Unit of the Southeast Military Region! This is Qiang Xiaowei, a second-class sergeant of the Iron Eighth Company, Deng Zhenhua, an airborne soldier of the Eagle Division, and Shi Dafan, a medic of the Navy. We are all from the same military region."

The elite units of the Southeast Military Region

He Chenguang and his companions were all taken aback; this was the ace among aces of the regular troops in the Southeast Military Region!

"Greetings, Platoon Leader Geng!" He Chenguang gave a less-than-perfect military salute.

"Don't be shy, we're all newbies here." Geng Jihui waved his hand with a smile.

Deng Zhenhua, who was as thin as a monkey, also known as the ostrich, came over and looked He Chenguang and the other two up and down, clicking his tongue in amazement: "Hey, I say, the food in your Iron Fist Regiment must be pretty good, how did you raise such big guys? With that physique, it's a pity they're not heavy machine gunners." He was naturally referring to the tall and burly Li Erniu.

Before Li Erniu could answer, the medic Shi Dafan next to him slapped him on the back of the head and laughed, "You ostrich, shut your mouth! Can't you see he's almost out of breath, and you're still making sarcastic remarks?"

"Hey! Medic, are you itching to do it again?" The ostrich glared at him defiantly.

"What, want to try my 'Nine Yin White Bone Claw'?" The medic said sinisterly, showing off his fingers.

The two ran and bickered as they went, leaving He Chenguang and the others stunned.

"Ignore them, those two are such a handful, they feel uncomfortable if they're not pinched every day." Geng Jihui shook his head helplessly.

Just then, another group caught up with them from behind.

The leader, also with dark skin, exuded a more composed and reserved aura. He was Chen Guotao, the former company commander of the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company and now the commander of the garrison company.

Behind him followed the old gunman Zheng Sanpao, and... Zhuang Yan with a roguish grin.

"Hey, isn't this the brothers from the elite unit? What's wrong, can't run anymore?" Zhuang Yan started his taunting mode right away.

Although he joined the garrison company, he was still the same unruly troublemaker at heart.

Geng Jihui glanced at him but didn't say anything.

But the ostrich wasn't going to tolerate him and immediately retorted, "Hey buddy, you've got some nerve! Which unit are you from? Running so fast, are you in a hurry to be reborn?"

"Us?" Zhuang Yan grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. He deliberately puffed out his chest and pointed to the black training uniform he was wearing, which was completely different from the other rookies and represented his identity as a "hunter".

"We are the Kunlun Garrison Company."

"The garrison company?" Ostrich paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, bending over with mirth. "Who do we have here? Turns out, it's that 'garrison company' the brigade commander called out on the radio to be our sparring partners! Hey bro, you guys didn't get beaten to a pulp by our people on the island, did you?"

Zhuang Yan's face instantly darkened.

Old-timer Zheng Sanpao was so angry he was blowing his beard and glaring: "You little brat! What did you say?!"

"What did I say? I was telling the truth!" The ostrich spread its hands innocently. "We saw it with our own eyes—five men from your garrison were buried alive with stones by our Captain Yuan Lang! Tsk tsk, the scene was truly horrific!"

"You!" Zheng Sanpao was so angry that he was about to rush forward.

"Old gun!" Chen Guotao grabbed him and shook his head at him.

If you're not as skilled as others, there's nothing more to say.

Zhuang Yan stared intently at the ostrich, then glanced at the team members beside him who were watching the spectacle with amusement, and suddenly laughed.

"Okay, you guys are awesome." He nodded. "I hope you can stay this awesome in the training ahead."

After saying that, he ignored the group and gave Lao Pao and Chen Guotao a wink. The three of them suddenly accelerated and instantly left the group behind.

"Hey! Don't run away! We'll talk for another five cents!" the ostrich shouted from behind.

Geng Jihui frowned and hissed at the ostrich, "Shut up! Don't cause trouble!"

He watched the departing figures of Zhuang Yan and the other two, a hint of seriousness creeping into his eyes.

He could sense that the young man named Zhuang Yan was no ordinary person.

That guy has a wolfish nature about him.

It has the same flavor as him, Yuan Lang, and Leng Feng—the flavor of a top predator.

Moreover, he always felt that the way that guy looked at him carried a strange sense of familiarity, as if... they had known each other for a long time.

Just as these groups of people were getting to know each other.

At the other end of the track, many people had already given up and collapsed one after another.

The instructors walked up to them expressionlessly and affixed red tags to their helmets.

Then, medical staff will immediately come forward and carry them to the rest area behind the finish line.

Here, what awaits them is not elimination.

Instead, it was a medical team personally led by Du Feifei and Lin Xiaoying.

They will conduct physical examinations and provide emergency treatment to these exhausted soldiers as quickly as possible to ensure that they do not suffer any long-term effects.

Then, these "fainted" soldiers will be given three hours of mandatory rest.

Three hours later, they had to return to the track and continue running.

This process continues until everyone has truly adapted to this extreme intensity.

This is Kunlun's training method.

Cruel, but not heartless.

It challenges your limits, but it will also pull you back from the brink of collapse.

It allows you to undergo a complete transformation through repeated death and rebirth.

And at this moment, at the finish line of the track.

Gao Dazhuang and Lei Kaihua stood side by side, watching this group of rookies struggling on the brink of life and death.

Lei Kaihua clicked his tongue: "Old Gao, do you think the brigade commander's move was a bit too ruthless? Live ammunition! What if one of the instructors had a slip of the hand..."

"The brigade commander knows what he's doing," Gao Dazhuang replied succinctly.

He knew that Su Chen was doing this not just for training purposes.

Furthermore, it was to let them experience the taste of the battlefield in advance through this most direct and brutal method.

A battlefield for the extraordinary.

Here, your enemy may come from any unexpected angle.

Bullets will be the least significant threat you will ever face.