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

It’s over.

When he saw the monster with a huge hole blasted out by a rocket, its chest flesh writhing and healing in a twisted manner, the last spark of hope in Sergeant Ma's heart was completely extinguished by a chilling despair.

This is not a battle.

This is slaughter.

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

The five bluish-gray monsters began to stride forward.

They didn't run; they simply approached step by step with an unsettlingly heavy pace. With each step, the ground of the entire outpost trembled, as if the earth's heartbeat was being forcibly synchronized with their footsteps, shaking one's internal organs out of place.

The air was filled with a strong, foul stench, a mixture of blood and sulfur.

Fear, like a tangible tide, overwhelmed the last six soldiers in the outpost.

A young soldier dropped his rifle with a clatter to the ground, slumped down, his crotch quickly becoming soaked, and made incomprehensible "hoarse" sounds, his eyes completely glazed over.

No one laughed at him.

Because everyone else, including Old Ma, had legs that were going weak uncontrollably and teeth chattering.

"roar!"

The tyrant at the forefront arrived at the main building of the outpost, the watchtower made of reinforced concrete.

It stopped.

Then, under everyone's frozen gaze, it slowly raised its fist, which was bigger than a sandbag.

No tricks, no frills.

It was a pure, explosive straight punch that slammed hard into the more than one-meter-thick wall of the watchtower!

"Bang!!!"

A loud bang, not a gunshot, nor an explosion, but a more muffled, more chilling sound, the sound of a tremendous force striking a solid object!

The sturdy concrete wall cracked instantly, like a spiderweb! Countless pieces of rock flew out, and dust filled the air!

Standing atop the watchtower, soldier Xiao Liu, on guard duty, was thrown off balance by the terrifying tremor and nearly fell from the more than ten-meter-high tower. He clung tightly to the railing, his face ashen.

"Xiao Liu! Get down here!" Old Ma roared.

However, it's too late.

The tyrant seemed very satisfied with its masterpiece. It opened its terrifying maw, let out a low growl, retracted its fist, and then threw another punch!

"BOOM!!!"

This time, it was a devastating collapse!

The entire foundation of the Liaozhao Tower was utterly shattered by this punch. The massive tower groaned under the strain, tilting violently to one side as the steel bars were snapped and countless concrete blocks rained down like hailstones!

Before Xiao Liu could even let out a scream, he fell along with the collapsing tower.

"boom--"

Smoke and dust billowed into the sky, obscuring everyone's view.

"Little Liu!" Old Ma's eyes widened in horror.

Amidst the dust and smoke, a figure tumbled and crawled out—it was Xiao Liu! He was lucky; he wasn't directly crushed underneath, but one of his legs was twisted at an unnatural angle, clearly broken.

He struggled, trying to crawl back to his comrades.

Just then, another tyrant, with heavy steps, walked up to him.

A massive black shadow, over three meters tall, completely enveloped him.

Xiao Liu looked up, his face filled with terror and despair.

The tyrant lowered its head, its featureless face and scarlet eyes staring emotionlessly at the tiny "insect" at its feet.

Then, it raised its fist.

One punch lands!

"No!!!" Old Ma roared in anguish.

"Bang!!"

The sound didn't seem like it was hitting a person; it sounded more like it was like a hammer smashing a watermelon full of water.

Xiao Liu's body, like a tattered sack, was sent flying by this irresistible force, leaving a trail of blood in the air before crashing heavily into a dilapidated wall more than ten meters away and then sliding to the ground.

His entire chest caved in, his limbs were twisted in a bizarre way, and he was no longer breathing.

died.

One punch.

They were just blown up like that.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

The four remaining soldiers in the outpost stared intently at Xiao Liu's mangled corpse, their minds blank.

One moment they were complaining about the food, the next they were laughing and playing, and the next they were a pile of rotten flesh.

That extreme fear, after a brief moment of solidification, was completely ignited by an even more violent and primal rage!

"Aaaaaah!!"

A warrior named A Yong's eyes turned bloodshot instantly. He let out a beast-like roar, unable to bear the humiliation and anger of being slaughtered like an ant any longer.

He threw away his empty rifle, grabbed the heavy squad automatic weapon beside him, pulled the safety, and charged at the tyrant who had just committed the crime, firing wildly at it as he did so!

"Ah Yong! Come back!!" Old Ma roared.

Ah Yong ignored him, his mind preoccupied with only one thought.

Kill! Kill these monsters! Avenge our brothers!

"Da da da da da da!"

The machine guns spat out angry tongues of fire, and a violent rain of bullets poured down on the tyrant!

"Jingle bells!"

Most of the bullets were deflected by the tough skin, sending sparks flying.

But Ah Yong's shooting had completely lost its accuracy; it was purely a venting of firepower. Some bullets, by sheer chance, landed right in the tyrant's face!

"Pfft pfft pfft!"

The bullet pierced the faceless one, and a bluish-gray, foul-smelling liquid splattered everywhere.

"roar!"

The tyrant was in pain, its massive body being forced back repeatedly. Instinctively, it raised its huge arm to protect its head.

This action caused Lao Ma and the other two soldiers' pupils to shrink sharply.

weakness!

Their weakness is in their heads!

"Attack the heads! Attack them all on the heads!" Old Ma reacted immediately and roared the order.

The remaining two soldiers understood instantly. They immediately turned their guns around and unleashed their last bullets at the monsters' heads.

But it was too late.

The tyrants seemed to realize their weakness had been exposed, and they all used their thick forearms to protect their heads. Rifle bullets simply couldn't penetrate their shield-like arms.

Unless there are multiple firing points forming a crossfire network with large-caliber weapons, it is impossible to hit vital points through the gaps in their arms' cover.

But now, they only have three men and a few rifles left.

Ah Yong, who was at the forefront, had already emptied the machine gun's ammunition belt completely.

He was less than ten meters away from that tyrant.

Looking at the monster he had beaten and made it stagger, Ah Yong revealed a ferocious and gleeful smile.

He threw away the scorching hot machine gun, drew his military dagger from his waist, and prepared for a final, and most futile, charge.

However, the tyrant gave him no further chances.

A flicker of human-like rage flashed in its scarlet eyes.

It lowered its arm that was protecting its head, and with its large, fan-like hand, accompanied by a fierce wind that tore through the air, it slapped Ah Yong, who was standing right next to it!

Ah Yong didn't even have time to react.

"Snapped!"

A crisp, chilling sound of bone cracking!

Ah Yong's body flew sideways as if he had been hit by a speeding truck. His neck twisted at a terrifying 180-degree angle behind him, and his face remained frozen in a ferocious expression.

His body tumbled through the air several times before crashing heavily to the ground, like a piece of trash that had been carelessly discarded.

His death was even more tragic than Xiao Liu's.

"Ah Yong..."

The last soldier, Xiao Zhao, watched this scene with a sob in his voice.

Only three people remained in the outpost.

Old Ma, Little Zhao, and an old soldier named Ding Hao.

They stood back to back, squeezed behind the last crumbling low wall, their final stronghold.

"Class monitor...we..." Xiao Zhao's voice trembled, not from fear, but from extreme grief and indignation.

"What's there to be afraid of!" Old Ma's face was covered in smoke and blood. He loaded the last magazine, his eyes eerily calm. "On the road to the underworld, having my brothers with me is enough!"

Ding Hao didn't say anything, but silently checked the gun in his hand, then grinned at Lao Ma and Xiao Zhao, revealing a set of teeth that had been stained yellow.

That smile was tragic and resolute.

They all knew that no one would survive today.

But the soldiers of the Dragon Kingdom are not cowards who die on their knees!

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

The five monsters, arranged in a semi-circle, completely surrounded their last hiding place.

They did not attack immediately, but instead, like a group of cats toying with mice, their scarlet eyes observing their three last prey with great interest.

"Squad leader, did you leave a message for your family?" Xiao Zhao suddenly asked.

"I kept it." Old Ma said succinctly, "I told my dad that his son didn't embarrass him."

"I...I didn't even have time..." Xiao Zhao's tears finally streamed down his face. "I promised my mom that I would go back and get married after I was discharged from the army..."

"Maybe in the next life," Ding Hao patted him on the shoulder. "In the next life, let's still be comrades-in-arms."

Just then, the tyrant facing them seemed to lose patience.

It raised its giant fist, stained with the blood and flesh of Xiao Liu and A Yong, high, aiming at the three's last hiding place.

The fist whistled through the air, carrying immense force, and crashed down!

Old Ma's pupils contracted to their maximum as he watched the fist approaching. He shoved aside Xiao Zhao and Ding Hao beside him, then dodged himself, roaring at them:

"run!!"