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

Having exposed his whereabouts, Old Cat simply stopped pretending.

With a wave of his hand, he sent more than a dozen desperados scattering instantly, like a pack of hungry wolves that had caught the scent of blood. They formed a standard battle formation and charged at full speed toward the No. 81 outpost, which was a few dozen meters away.

The five monsters he called "tyrants" followed at the back of the group with heavy, unhurried steps that made the ground tremble slightly. Their enormous black shadows stretched long in the last rays of the setting sun, like tentacles extending from hell.

"Boss, it's just a small mound of dirt, why are you making such a fuss?" Lieutenant Ah Hu jogged to catch up, licking his chapped lips with a sneer. "I think I could flatten it in three minutes with two men!"

Old Cat didn't turn around, but just snorted disdainfully through his nose and raised his hand to signal the team to stop in the blind spot of the outpost's firepower.

Looking at the green figures standing ready in the outpost, Old Cat's contempt deepened.

"Heh, they actually got a chance to show off. These dozen or so Boy Scouts, are they even enough to fill a gap in our teeth?"

"Just you wait and see, boss!" Ah Hu rattled the trigger on his M4, his eyes gleaming with bloodthirsty excitement. "This will give the brothers a good workout and teach these rookies who only know how to stand guard a lesson in what real fighting is all about!"

"Let's get this over with quickly." Old Cat waved his hand, looking uninterested. "I don't want to waste time in this godforsaken place."

"clear!"

Ah Hu let out a strange cry and pulled the trigger first!

The order has been issued!

A dozen mercenaries instantly transformed into death gods, unleashing a storm of metal upon the outpost from various tricky angles!

"Da da da da da!"

"boom!"

"Boom!"

The crisp sound of rifles, the roar of machine guns, and the explosions of grenades and rifle grenades one after another!

The deafening roar instantly shattered the tranquility of the valley!

Countless bullets and explosives rained down on the makeshift shelter of the outpost like hail, with cement debris and scorching shrapnel flying everywhere.

The overwhelming and unreasonable firepower instantly engulfed the entire outpost.

The soldiers inside the outpost were caught off guard, pinned down behind their bunkers, unable to even lift their heads. This scene, which had only been simulated in exercises, proved far more brutal than imagined once it became reality.

A new recruit who had just joined the company was so nervous that he was more than half a beat late in peeking out to return fire.

A stray bullet whizzed past his helmet with a "clang," and the sparks it sent flying made him scream in pain. He collapsed to the ground, his face drained of all color.

"What's the panic! Everyone, stay calm!"

Squad leader Lao Ma's roar was like a stabilizing force, forcefully calming everyone's minds amidst the flying bullets.

"They outnumber us! They only have a few strongpoints! Second squad leader! Take two men and sneak through the flank tunnels, take out their loudest machine gun! The rest of you, conserve your ammunition! Don't show yourselves without my orders!"

Old Ma's calm and powerful command helped the somewhat panicked soldiers quickly regain their rhythm.

They were all elites selected from among thousands. They may lack practical experience, but their tactical skills, ingrained in their very being, allowed them to begin adapting to this brutal battlefield.

The image of Wang Hao and Li Jun's tragic deaths was replaying in everyone's mind.

That deep-seated hatred transformed into the steely resolve that sustained their will.

revenge!

guard!

They were like nails, firmly driven into this small territory, refusing to retreat an inch!

The battle quickly entered a fierce stage.

The second squad leader, along with two soldiers, crouched low and slipped into the narrow tunnel like ghosts.

The stench of the earth and the muffled explosions overhead made it hard to breathe.

A few minutes later, the second squad leader quietly peeked out from under a embankment behind the enemy machine gunner.

Without the slightest hesitation, he suddenly stood up and fired a precise three-round burst!

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The mercenary, who was fighting with great enthusiasm, suddenly froze, three bloody flowers bursting from his chest. Incredulously, he slowly fell forward, landing on the scorching hot machine gun.

"Well done!"

Old Ma saw this scene through the scope of the 88 sniper rifle and had just shouted it out.

But the next second, another mercenary with lightning-fast reflexes turned his gun around.

A precise bullet traveled dozens of meters and struck the second squad leader squarely in the head.

That familiar steel helmet, along with the flesh and blood beneath it, was completely ripped away.

Old Ma's eyes instantly turned red again, so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

The passage of time becomes blurred and distorted at this moment.

Both sides were falling one after another; life here became cheaper than weeds.

Old Cat's men, relying on their rich experience and excellent equipment, constantly searched for loopholes in the outpost's defenses, like a group of patient vipers.

The soldiers at the outpost, relying on their familiarity with the terrain and their indomitable courage, repelled the enemy's attacks time and time again.

A mercenary, relying on his agility, rushed close and was about to throw a grenade when Old Ma shot him through the throat.

But the grenade, whose fuse had already been pulled, was thrown from his hand, tracing a deadly arc, and landed precisely in the trench of the outpost.

"Grenade!"

The soldier closest to the target roared, glanced at his comrade who was changing magazines, and without the slightest hesitation, lunged forward, using his body to shield the smoking death from the flames.

"Xiao Zhang!"

"boom!"

The muffled explosion, transmitted through flesh and blood, sounded unusually oppressive.

The splattered pieces of flesh and blood covered the faces of his comrades, causing everyone's hearts to clench painfully.

Old Cat's face had turned incredibly gloomy.

He never imagined that a border post, which he thought could be easily destroyed, would be so troublesome!

The troops he brought were all elites forged on the battlefields of Africa and the Middle East, and now, four of them have already been lost!

And the other party was clearly just a group of "Boy Scouts" in his eyes!

Their marksmanship wasn't top-notch, and their tactical coordination seemed somewhat immature, but the ruthlessness with which they risked their lives, and the seemingly indestructible will, made even this seasoned bandit feel a chill.

Are all these Chinese soldiers fucking insane?!

"Tiger! RPG! Take out that sniper!" Old Cat finally lost his patience and roared into the communicator.

"receive!"

In the darkness, a mercenary carrying an RPG quickly took his position.

But before he could lock onto the watchtower, Old Ma had already moved to a different position, the cold muzzle of his gun protruding from another firing port.

"Bang!"

Another mercenary fell to the ground.

The sun had completely sunk below the horizon.

The cold night completely enveloped this killing field.

Inside the outpost, only six people remained standing, and all of them were wounded.

Nearly 70% of the ammunition has already been used up.

But not a single person thought of backing down.

They silently changed magazines, haphazardly bandaged their bleeding wounds with blood-stained bandages, and then raised their steel guns again, staring intently into the darkness with their bloodshot eyes at the enemy who might pounce at any moment.

They are waiting.

Waiting for reinforcements to arrive.

They are using their lives to buy time for their motherland!