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

"Bang!"

That single gunshot, solitary yet like a red-hot steel needle, pierced the evening tranquility of Outpost No. 81.

As the soldier Xiao Zhao sat in a corner of the canteen, munching on a plate of peanuts and complaining that dinner was once again stewed beef with potatoes, the beef in his mouth suddenly lost its appeal.

"Clang!"

Beside him, a soldier wiping a water bottle suddenly dropped it onto the concrete floor with a series of loud thuds.

All sound came to an abrupt halt.

In the barracks, Squad Leader Ma, who was carefully maintaining a squad machine gun with an oilcloth, froze the moment the shot rang out. The wrinkles on his face seemed to deepen in that instant, and the calm in his weathered eyes was shattered, leaving only a wolf-like vigilance.

"Enemy attack!"

There was no roar; Old Ma's voice was deep and hoarse, as if two words were being forcibly torn from the depths of his throat, yet they carried an undeniable weight.

The entire outpost, this miniature war machine composed of eleven parts, was instantly activated at that moment.

Almost by muscle memory, the soldiers sprang up from their bunks, mess tables, and corners, grabbed the Type 95 rifles hanging by their beds, and moved swiftly and smoothly. The metallic clanging of the equipment echoed throughout the small barracks.

"Communications officer! Ring the phone! Connect to command! Our patrol team in area A3 has been attacked by unidentified fire! Requesting backup! Immediately!"

As he gave the orders, Lao Ma grabbed a calibrated Type 88 sniper rifle and a pair of high-powered military binoculars with his other hand. He was so agile that he didn't look like a veteran nearing forty at all. In no time, he climbed to the highest watchtower of the outpost.

"yes!"

The communications officer was a new recruit; his face was flushed, and his voice trembled uncontrollably, but his hands moved without hesitation. He gripped the crank of the old-fashioned hand-cranked telephone tightly and turned it with all his might.

"Buzz...buzz...This is Post 81! Repeat, this is Post 81! Patrol team engaged in firefight in Area A3! Requesting emergency support! Respond if you hear me!!"

Anxious cries, accompanied by the gradually increasing gunfire from the distant jungle, echoed over the small outpost.

On the watchtower, the cold, hard evening wind made Old Ma's training uniform flutter loudly. He pressed the binoculars tightly against his eye sockets, his knuckles bulging from the effort, desperately searching in the direction from which the gunfire was coming.

Damn it! There are too many trees!

The dense, impenetrable primeval jungle, like a high green wall, fragmented his view. He could only catch glimpses of fleeting gunfire through the gaps in the canopy, like will-o'-the-wisps in the night, flickering on and off.

Old Ma's heart sank lower and lower.

The enemy's firepower was overwhelming. The crisp crack of AKs, the muffled roar of M4s, and even the rhythmic howl of squad automatic weapons were interspersed throughout. This was not the kind of firepower that ordinary drug dealers or smugglers possessed; this was a well-trained professional armed force.

Wang Hao and Li Jun...

Old Ma's eyes were a little red. One of the soldiers was his fellow villager, just turned nineteen, with two dimples when he smiled, and always called him "Uncle Ma." The other was a top student who graduated from military academy, steady, not talkative, and knew more about military theory than Old Ma. His biggest wish was to go to Kunlun.

He forced himself to calm down, frantically adjusting the focus of the telescope until his fingernails almost dug into the focusing wheel.

Suddenly, two hurried figures burst into his field of vision!

It's them!

Old Ma's breathing stopped instantly.

He saw Li Jun stagger, a burst of blood erupting from his thigh, before he tumbled to the ground. He saw Wang Hao, that foolish young man, turn back to save him without a second thought.

He also saw the group of pursuers.

What kind of posture was that? Unhurried and leisurely, like a group of experienced hunters toying with two rabbits that had already fallen into a trap. Each of their short and precise shots was like driving a fatal nail into Wang Hao and Li Jun's path to survival.

"Bastard! You son of a bitch!"

Old Ma's teeth were grinding together, a fire burning in his chest, making his internal organs ache. He wished he could immediately turn his gun around and use his Type 88 sniper rifle to blow those bastards' heads off one by one!

But he can't.

He is the squad leader of this outpost, the highest-ranking commander here. Behind him are ten soldiers, this outpost symbolizing the dignity of the nation's border, and this border line guarded with blood and lives!

He can only watch.

Like a spectator tied to the execution rack, I watched helplessly as those two familiar figures were completely swallowed up by a hail of bullets.

At that moment, Old Ma's pupils froze for a split second.

What did he see?

Behind the group of mercenaries, in the shadows of the jungle gradually darkening with night, five enormous, mountain-like figures slowly emerged, step by step.

For a brief moment, Old Ma's mind went blank. He even subconsciously thought that there was something wrong with the lenses of the high-powered telescope, causing some absurd optical distortion.

That's not human at all!

Standing over three meters tall, their bluish-gray skin is bulging with muscles that look like they've been carved from granite, exuding a primal, savage, and destructive power. Their faces have no features, only gaping maws stretched to their ears, filled with sharp, shark-like teeth.

Old Ma felt as if his blood had frozen at that moment. An indescribable chill shot up from his tailbone, instantly numbing his limbs and nerves.

monster!

It really is a monster!

He finally understood why Wang Hao and Li Jun, the two outstanding soldiers he had personally trained, couldn't even last ten minutes!

He finally understood why that battle-hardened military dog ​​had let out that desperate howl!

At the edge of the telescope's field of view, the burly, shirtless man who was in the lead walked up to Wang Hao's body. He raised his foot and, with his mud-covered military boot, kicked Wang Hao's lifeless head contemptuously and with extreme insult.

This action, like a red-hot branding iron, burned deeply into Old Ma's heart.

Overwhelming rage instantly breached the dam of fear, burning away all his reason.

Old Ma slowly lowered his binoculars. In his bloodshot eyes, there was no longer a trace of fear, only an unyielding hatred that could burn everything to ashes.

He descended from the watchtower and approached the soldiers who were already in position, leaning against the makeshift fortifications, intently watching the battle ahead.

Every soldier's face was filled with tension, unease, and worry for their comrades.

"Squad leader... Haozi and Li Jun..." Xiao Zhao asked in a trembling voice, voicing the question that everyone wanted to ask but dared not.

Old Ma fell silent.

Inside the outpost, only the sound of the wind and the faint, arrogant laughter of the enemy could be heard in the distance.

After a long while, Old Ma finally spoke, his voice hoarse to the extreme, like two stones rubbing against each other, word by word.

"Wang Hao, Li Jun... have sacrificed their lives."

Those words, like an invisible hammer, slammed into the hearts of every soldier. Xiao Zhao's face instantly fell, and tears streamed down his face uncontrollably. Another soldier gripped his rifle tightly, his knuckles cracking slightly from the excessive force.

"The enemy is very strong." Old Ma's gaze swept over every young and indignant face in front of him. "Moreover, it's not just people who have come."

He did not conceal what he had seen, describing the existence of those monsters in the briefest and most brutal language.

"They killed our brothers and are now coming this way."

Old Ma slowly raised his sniper rifle, the muzzle pointing diagonally at the sky. His eyes, burning with fierce light, were like two red-hot embers.

"I'm asking you, are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid!"

His reply was eleven roars, a mixture of grief and anger.

"I'm asking you again! Now! What should we do!"

"revenge!!"

"revenge!!"

"revenge!!"

One voice took the lead, and all the voices merged into a torrent that almost blew the roof off the outpost!

Wang Hao's dimpled smile and Li Jun's calm and serious demeanor are still vividly imprinted in everyone's minds. Those playful moments, those shared joys and sorrows, those days and nights belonging to Outpost No. 81, have now been tragically brought to a bloody end by the enemy in the most cruel way.

Blood must be paid for with blood!

"Good!" Old Ma roared, his voice trembling with a sob. "Then let these sons of bitches see! Not a single soldier of our Dragon Kingdom is a coward!"

"Even if it means death, I'll tear a piece of flesh from their bodies!"

"A blood debt must be repaid! Prepare for battle!!"

The entire outpost was filled with a murderous aura!