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

When Shi Qingsong's tearful plea reached the Central Military Headquarters via the highest-encryption line, the conference room in Beijing, representing the core of the Dragon Kingdom's power, fell into a deep silence. The air seemed to freeze, each breath carrying an immense weight.

More than a dozen elderly men, their hair streaked with white but their backs straight, stared intently at the enormous holographic screen. On the screen, the battle at Outpost No. 81 on the southwestern border unfolded before their eyes, scene after scene of carnage. Five colossal, bluish-gray beasts, each over three meters tall, resembled demons crawling out of hell, rampaging along the border of the Dragon Kingdom. Their powerful punches could easily tear apart the reinforced concrete fortifications of the outpost; their roars deafened the eardrums, filling the blood-soaked soldiers with not only anger but also a layer of resentment and despair.

On the other side, in the corner of the screen, was the Wolf Warrior Squadron. Those once vibrant young faces were now covered in blood and dirt, their exhaustion and resolve intertwined. Their roars, their tragedy, their fall—every detail was conveyed to the eyes of every high-ranking official in the Central Military Commission.

In particular, when a tyrant on the screen swung its giant claws, tearing a Wolf Warrior soldier to shreds, flesh and blood exploding in the dust, an elderly general slammed his fist on the table, spilling the water in his teacup. His face was ashen, his voice trembling with rage as he roared, "This is outrageous! These bastards from the US dare to put such a monster on our soil!"

"This is what the US calls the 'Forbidden Zone of God' project, the so-called 'genetically modified warriors.'" The boss's voice was deep and authoritative, his gaze penetrating as he scrutinized everyone present. He had already watched all the videos, from Sergeant Ma at Outpost No. 81 to the current predicament of the Wolf Warrior Squadron; every detail was deeply etched in his mind, burning his soul.

"These monsters are difficult for conventional forces to deal with effectively," an intelligence chief added, his tone somber. He continued, "Their defense, strength, speed, and regenerative abilities far exceed those of humans. Moreover, they have demonstrated a certain learning ability and tactical judgment, instinctively protecting their own weaknesses." In the meeting room, besides anger, a profound sense of powerlessness permeated the atmosphere. These people, sitting at the pinnacle of power in the Dragon Kingdom, had weathered countless storms, yet for the first time, they felt overwhelmed by this "enemy" beyond their comprehension.

"We must keep them outside the border no matter what!" a defense strategy expert emphasized in a hoarse voice. "If we let them penetrate deeper into our territory, the consequences will be disastrous."

"But what can we do now? Conventional firepower is almost ineffective, and troop casualties are still rising." Another general raised the practical problem, his voice filled with anxiety.

"So what? The land of the Dragon Kingdom is not a hunting ground for them to trample upon at will!" A general, his voice trembling with emotion, slammed his fist on the table and stood up. "Even if we have to fill the gaps with our own flesh and blood, we will nail them to the border!"

"Calm down." The boss slammed his hand on the table, his tone forceful: "It's not that we have no way."

His gaze slowly fell upon Grandpa Su Hongjun beside him. Grandpa Su Hongjun's face was ashen, his hands clasped tightly. His grandson, Su Chen, was far away at the Kunlun base, enjoying a rare training break. Meanwhile, the soldiers on the front lines were shedding their blood for this land, for the lights of countless homes. This stark contrast caused him excruciating pain.

"Boss, what do you mean...?" Old Master Su Hongjun asked in a low voice. He had a vague answer in his mind, but still needed to confirm it.

"Kunlun! We must move out!" The boss's words were firm and unwavering, leaving no room for negotiation. He continued, "These lunatics in the US, since they dared to release something like this, then we'll use even greater power to show them who the true masters of this land are!"

His words stirred a storm in everyone's hearts. Kunlun! Those two words, within the Dragon Kingdom's military, represented supreme secrecy, the Dragon Kingdom's most hidden and sharpest fangs, its last trump card in dire situations. It was never easily revealed; every deployment foreshadowed a situation that had deviated from the norm, foreshadowing an unpredictable confrontation.

"Immediately notify Kunlun! Transmit live footage from the front lines, along with all intelligence, to Su Chen without reservation!" The boss issued the order, his voice calm and imposing. He continued, "Tell him that the US has intervened! Tell him that our Dragon Nation's soldiers are bleeding and sacrificing themselves on the border!"

"Tell him! This is the moment to test the Kunlun troops' combat capabilities! Let him... take the Kunlun soldiers to train!" This wasn't just a simple order; it was the boss's trust and expectations of Su Chen, and the highest directive for the Kunlun troops. It meant that Kunlun was no longer just a legendary shadow; it would declare its existence and power to the world with blood and fire.

"Yes, sir!" The communications officer acknowledged the order, his body trembling slightly, and immediately carried it out. He understood that this order would not only change the fate of the Wolf Warrior Squadron, but would also shake the entire Dragon Kingdom and even the global landscape.

"Simultaneously!" The leader's gaze returned to the screen, fixed on the retreating Wolf Warrior Squadron and the five rampaging Tyrants. A cold flame ignited deep within his eyes. "Order the Southwest Military Region's frontline troops to immediately switch to a defensive posture! Utilize the remaining terrain advantages of the outposts, concentrate your strongest firepower, and suppress those five monsters firmly within a confined area! Buy precious time for Kunlun's arrival!"

He paused for a moment, then spoke with profound wisdom: "Remember! While ensuring your own safety, do everything in your power to hold them off! Even if it means sacrifice, make them pay a heavy price!" Behind this order was the highest-ranking officer's heartfelt consolation to the frontline soldiers, and also the coldest warning to the enemy.

"Yes!" The response carried a sense of tragic resolve that left no room for retreat.

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Kunlun Base. Inside the command tower.

Su Chen stood before the enormous floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the vibrant training ground below. Nearly three thousand Kunlun warriors were undergoing intense training. Each one exuded an aura of extreme power. Grandmasters and innate experts were everywhere; they represented the pinnacle of martial arts in the Dragon Kingdom.

He had just finished a round of cultivation, and spiritual energy flowed through his body like a surging river. His body, both inside and out, contained explosive energy, yet remained as calm as an abyss.

Suddenly, a sharp alarm shattered the tranquility of the control tower. Flashing red warning lights cast an ominous glow over the entire space.

"Report to the brigade commander!" Chief of Staff Miao Zhiyuan rushed in, his face tense, his breathing rapid, and his eyes filled with anxiety. "Urgent telegram from the Supreme Military Commission! Outpost No. 81 on the southwestern border has encountered unidentified enemy activity! The enemy... is genetically modified soldiers from the 'Forbidden Zone of God' in the United States!" His voice echoed in the silent command tower, each word striking Su Chen's heart heavily.

"The Wolf Warrior Squadron is in dire straits! Requesting... support from Kunlun!" Miao Zhiyuan presented a top-secret document, the cover of which was prominently printed with the eight characters "Special Combat Readiness, Divine Dragon Strike".

Su Chen took the document, his gaze instantly locking onto the five bluish-gray monsters on the screen. They were ferocious, powerful, and cruel. Then, his gaze shifted to the other side of the screen, where his comrades lay lifeless in pools of blood. Young faces, mangled bodies, bright red blood… these images were like sharp knives piercing Su Chen's heart.

His fists clenched so tightly that his nails almost pierced his palms, unnoticed by anyone. A chilling rage erupted from the depths of his heart.

"M Country...you are really courting death!" Su Chen's voice was low and hoarse, but it contained a terrifying killing intent that could freeze the soul! He turned around abruptly, his gaze sharp as he swept over Miao Zhiyuan, Gao Dazhuang, Lei Kaihua and other core members. Everyone whose gaze touched him involuntarily tensed up.

"Pass on my orders!" Su Chen's voice instantly turned cold and authoritative, carrying an undeniable resolve. "Kunlun! Cease all training activities. Assemble immediately! I need to speak."

He paused briefly, then his voice boomed like a bell, causing the command tower to tremble slightly: "And prepare for battle!"

"This time, let the whole world see what true...dragon's wrath is!" His words were not just a command, but a declaration of war, a harbinger of the harshest judgment against the invaders. Kunlun, this sleeping dragon, will finally display its unshakeable might to the world on this land.