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

The enthusiastic shouts on the training ground of the Wolf Fang Base came to an abrupt halt.

"Beep—beep beep—!"

The piercing emergency assembly whistle, sharp enough to shatter eardrums, gripped everyone's hearts like invisible claws. The excitement on the faces of the soldiers, who had just been feeling the newfound power within them, froze instantly, replaced by a chilling, bone-deep killing intent. Almost instinctively, they stood at attention in half a second, their eyes fixed on the command tower.

"Attention, everyone! Emergency assembly!" Gao Dazhuang's signature booming voice rang out like thunder, carrying an unprecedented solemnity.

The atmosphere suddenly plummeted from the heat of early summer to the icy depths of winter.

Su Chen raised an eyebrow slightly. He could feel that the familiar aura of "death" was rapidly spreading from afar.

Inside the command post, the atmosphere was so oppressive it felt like it could be squeezed dry. He Zhijun slammed his fist hard on the table covered with military maps, the steel surface groaning in pain. His eyes were bloodshot, like those of an enraged lion.

"Damn it! It's another trap!"

On the large screen on the wall, a green dot representing a friendly company was being rapidly engulfed by a massive red encirclement representing the enemy. Around the dot, red alerts indicating casualties flashed continuously.

"Report!" A communications officer rushed in, his voice trembling. "Breaking news from the front! After the 7th Company of the Vanguard successfully eliminated the enemy's outpost on Hill 103 as planned, they encountered a premeditated counterattack from the Vietnamese army! The enemy has committed at least a reinforced battalion, and they are carrying at least one company of 75mm mountain guns and an unknown number of mortars!"

"The 7th Company is completely surrounded on Hill 103, with their retreat route cut off. They just sent back their last communication. Company Commander Zhao Tiezhu said... they have repelled five enemy assaults, and the entire company has less than forty men left. They are almost out of ammunition and request... request artillery fire to cover their positions!"

"Bullshit!" He Zhijun slammed his fist on the table, veins bulging on his forehead. "My men, even if they die, they'll die on the front lines! Not a single coward will cry for artillery fire to cover their own men!"

A deathly silence fell over the command post; everyone lowered their heads. Everyone knew that uttering those words meant the Seventh Company had reached a dead end.

"What about the orders from headquarters?" Gao Dazhuang's voice was hoarse.

"Order our Wolf Fang Reconnaissance Battalion to assemble and await further orders." He Zhijun took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his anger, and finally fixed his gaze on Su Chen, who sat in the corner with an expression that had not changed at all. "Friendly forces in the surrounding area have begun to move towards the vicinity of Hill 103, but the enemy has set up a large number of blocking positions along the way, making it impossible for a large-scale force to get close in a short time. Therefore... the general command's intention is for us to form an elite assault team to carry out a decapitation strike rescue."

All eyes instantly focused on Su Chen.

A decapitation strike-style rescue?

Sending a small detachment to a reinforced battalion of nearly a thousand men, armed with heavy artillery, is tantamount to suicide.

But what if... Su Chen is the commander of this small team?

The despair that had just risen in everyone's hearts was instantly replaced by an indescribable fervor.

"Captain Su." He Zhijun walked up to Su Chen. This usually imposing commander of the Wolf Fang Special Forces, his tone now carrying a hint of pleading, "You understand the situation. I know this mission is fraught with unknown risks for you as well. But the lives of those hundred-plus brothers..."

"When are we leaving?" Su Chen didn't let him finish speaking, but calmly stood up and asked four words.

These four words are more powerful than any grand pronouncements.

He Zhijun was taken aback, then a chilling glint flashed in his eyes: "Equipment, personnel, and supplies are all ready! We can depart at any time!"

"Okay." Su Chen nodded and turned to walk out the door.

The moment he pushed open the command post door, outside, all the soldiers of the Wolf Fang Base, including the remnants of the Ninth Company led by Liang Sanxi and Jin Kailai, and veterans of the 524th Regiment such as Li Xiang and Wang Meng, were already lined up on the training ground.

Hundreds of gazes, like tempered steel blades, fell upon him in unison. In those eyes, there was no fear, no hesitation, only a fanatical devotion bordering on faith and a thirst for war.

After several days of guidance from Su Chen, their strength was now vastly different. They desperately needed a real battle to test their transformation and to honor their fallen comrades!

Lei Kaihua stood at the front of the line, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked. He glanced at Jin Kailai beside him, who was equally eager to fight, and lowered his voice, his face full of excitement: "Brother Jin, I just learned how to fill up my mana, and the BOSS spawned right away. Isn't that a coincidence?"

Jin Kailai grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, his expression both ferocious and smug: "What a coincidence! What a fucking coincidence! My fists have been itching for a fight for ages! Perfect timing to test our newly learned 'Tao' with those monkeys' heads!"

Liang Sanxi turned around and glared at them, but deep in his own eyes burned a raging fire.

Su Chen walked to the front of the group, his gaze slowly sweeping over each resolute and eager face. He could clearly feel the surging power of blood and energy coursing through the bodies of these warriors. They were like newly sharpened, peerless weapons, just waiting to drink blood.

"You all probably already know about the mission." Su Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly carried throughout the entire training ground.

"Ahead lies an enemy reinforced battalion, armed with mountain guns, heavy machine guns, and countless traps and mines."

"Ahead are more than a hundred of our brothers who are about to run out of ammunition and food, and could be wiped out at any moment."

"Now, I'll ask you," his gaze suddenly sharpened, "Are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid!"

The roars of hundreds of people merged into a wave of sound that soared into the sky, as if to shake the clouds apart!

"Alright!" Su Chen's lips curled into a slight smile. "Since you're not afraid, then get ready and come with me... to kill someone!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Amidst the deafening shouts of battle, He Zhijun and Gao Dazhuang stood atop the command tower, their hearts trembling as they looked down at the army whose morale had reached its peak.

Gao Dazhuang swallowed hard, his voice hoarse: "Old He, I have a feeling... our Wolf Fang is about to change?"

He Zhi

Jun didn't answer; he just stared intently at Su Chen's back, his eyes flashing, muttering to himself.

"No, it's not that the Wolf Fang faction is about to change its fortunes."

"This war, and indeed the world... will be completely changed because of him alone."