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

The night was thick, like an overturned inkstone, soaking the entire primeval forest into complete darkness.

In the deathly silence, the barking of the military dogs became unusually sharp, tearing apart the tranquility of the forest, their voices carrying a fear that came from instinct.

"Quiet!"

Li Jun snorted softly.

But the battle-hardened military dog ​​not only ignored it, but also tucked its tail tightly between its legs, whimpering in its throat, and its strong body trembled uncontrollably, as if some indescribable terror was approaching from the depths of darkness in its eyes.

Wang Hao and Li Jun exchanged a glance, both seeing the seriousness on each other's faces.

Without further hesitation, they stood back to back, gripped their Type 95 rifles tightly, and cautiously moved backward step by step, their feet treading on fallen leaves.

"Thump...thump...thump..."

The heavy, almost lifeless footsteps grew clearer and clearer.

Each thud felt like an invisible giant hammer pounding heavily on their hearts through their chests, making their blood surge and almost causing them to vomit.

The oppressive feeling emanating from the darkness grew stronger, almost solidifying, squeezing and drying out the surrounding air, making it difficult to breathe.

at last.

A few dark figures slowly strolled out from the shadows of the jungle a hundred meters ahead of them.

It wasn't the terrifyingly large beast you might imagine.

Leading the group was a burly, shirtless man whose bronze skin was covered in gruesome old wounds, each scar telling a bloody story. Behind him followed a dozen or so equally fierce-looking armed men, their eyes indifferent, like wild beasts eyeing their prey, a hint of cruelty playing on their lips.

Their equipment was a mixed bag, ranging from AKs to M4s, and some even carried RPGs, yet their casual stances exuded a deadly rhythm, clearly indicating that they were all true experts who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Wang Hao and Li Jun's hearts sank to the bottom.

Mercenaries.

Moreover, they are the kind of desperados who live on the edge and take pleasure in killing!

"Hehe, the child soldiers of the Dragon Kingdom have quite a keen sense of smell."

Old Cat stopped and looked at the two pale-faced young soldiers in front of him with interest, as if watching a monkey show. A cruel smile appeared on his lips.

A tall, thin mercenary behind him chuckled in broken Chinese, "Boss, look how scared they are, are their pants all wet?"

The old cat ignored his subordinates, simply picked at his ear with his little finger, and then disdainfully flicked the earwax towards Wang Hao.

"Put down those fire sticks in your hands. If I'm in a good mood, I might consider leaving you with a complete corpse."

"Who are you?! This is Chinese territory! Lay down your weapons and leave the border immediately!"

Wang Hao shouted these words with all his might, his voice trembling slightly from extreme tension, but his back stood as straight as a javelin.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Old Cat seemed to have heard the funniest joke of the century, and the group of outlaws behind him also burst into unrestrained laughter, which echoed through the forest, full of mockery.

"Innocent."

The smile on Old Cat's face vanished abruptly, leaving only a chilling killing intent.

Looking at the dozen or so dark gun barrels pointed at them, and feeling the murderous aura that seemed capable of tearing people apart, Wang Hao and Li Jun both understood that there was no chance of survival today.

Perhaps, I will die here in the next second.

But they are soldiers of the Dragon Kingdom.

Behind them are the nation's borders and hundreds of millions of compatriots!

The two looked at each other again, without saying a word or even making a move, but in that fraction of a second of eye contact, they understood each other's determination to die.

"Bang!"

Wang Hao abruptly turned his gun towards the sky and resolutely pulled the trigger!

The crisp sound of gunfire was the final alarm signaling the approach to the outpost!

"Da da da da da!"

Almost at the same time the gunshot rang out, Li Jun's rifle spat out a tongue of fire, and with a clean and crisp burst, he pierced through the arm of the tall, thin mercenary who was still grinning strangely!

"what!"

The screams stopped abruptly, and the mercenary collapsed to the ground, clutching his arm.

"court death!"

Old Cat's face instantly turned ashen.

A dense hail of bullets, like a storm, rained down on the two of them in an instant!

The tree trunk was riddled with bullet holes, sending wood chips flying everywhere and tufts of soil being thrown up.

Wang Hao and Li Jun dared not fight back directly. Taking advantage of their intimate knowledge of the jungle terrain, they fought back while retreating swiftly towards the outpost like two agile cheetahs.

However, their opponents are war hyenas that have been fighting in major war zones around the world for more than a decade.

Old Cat didn't order a full-scale pursuit. Instead, he led his men like experienced hunters, slowly and deliberately chasing after them, using precise and tricky bursts of fire to block every possible escape route and constantly shrink their living space.

This is a form of mental torture.

Bullets whizzed past their ears, heads, and groin, grazing their scalps several times and sending shivers down their spines. Wang Hao and Li Jun felt their hearts were about to leap out of their throats.

Their supposedly superior military skills appear so naive and laughable in the face of these real killing machines.

The distance between the two sides is being gradually shortened.

800 meters!

Only 800 meters left to the outpost! If they can just get over that ridge, the brothers at the outpost will be able to see them!

But these short 800 meters have now become an insurmountable barrier for them!

"puff!"

A bullet, at an extremely tricky angle, pierced through the gaps in the leaves and precisely entered Li Jun's thigh.

He screamed in pain, lost his balance, and rolled heavily to the ground.

"Li Jun!"

Wang Hao's eyes were bloodshot with rage. Without thinking, he turned around and was about to rush back to save the person.

"Don't worry about me! Let's go! Go and warn the squad leader and the others!"

Li Jun gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead. He endured the excruciating pain and roared at Wang Hao with all his might. At the same time, he turned his gun and fired wildly at the pursuing enemy, trying to buy his comrades some last bit of time.

The old cat watched this "touching" scene with a cruel smile on its face, like a cat playing with a mouse.

He waved his hand gently.

The large, heavy figures that had been following him moved.

At that moment, Wang Hao's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of a dangerous pinhead.

He saw it!

He finally saw clearly the several gray-blue monsters that had been hiding behind the mercenary group, standing like mountains!

That terrifying body, over three meters tall, with muscles sculpted like granite, brimming with destructive power, and a faceless, gaping maw stretched to its ears, filled with shark-like teeth...

What is this?!

Are they demons crawling out of hell?!

A bone-chilling cold, accompanied by endless despair, instantly shot from his tailbone straight to the top of his head, overwhelming all his thoughts.

He finally understood why that military dog, which was usually fearless, was so terrified!

Can't run away.

Completely hopeless.

Wang Hao stopped in his tracks. He slowly turned around and looked at Li Jun, who was lying in a pool of blood, still struggling to change the magazine. A cruel smile appeared on his face.

"Brother, on the road to the underworld, let's walk together, you won't be alone!"

He stopped retreating, raised his rifle, aimed at the slowly approaching group of inhuman demons, and with the last of his strength, pulled the trigger.

"For the motherland!"

The final roar echoed through the mountains and forests.

Then, it was completely drowned out by even denser and more violent gunfire.

……

The old cat slowly walked up to the two corpses that had been riddled with bullets, and disgustedly kicked Wang Hao's helmet with its toe.

"Naive fool."

He raised his head, his gaze passing over the jungle to the outline of the outpost that was faintly visible in the night not far away, his eyes filled with bloodthirsty madness and greed.

"The game has only just begun."