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

The night was as dark as ink, but the training grounds at the Wolf Fang Base were brightly lit.

The entire army stood in neat formation, like a silent steel forest, quietly awaiting their king to select the warriors for battle. Each soldier's chest heaved, their eyes burning with a burning desire; to fight alongside Su Chen had become the highest honor in the entire Wolf Fang Base.

Su Chen walked slowly to the front of the line. He didn't look at the rank or seniority. His gaze seemed to penetrate flesh and blood and look straight into the soul.

"Chief of Staff Fang."

"Present!" Chief of Staff Fang stepped forward abruptly, his body ramrod straight. He hadn't expected that Su Chen would call on him, a "civilian" officer, first.

"I need your experience and the map," Su Chen said succinctly.

A flicker of excitement flashed in Chief of Staff Fang's eyes as he roared, "I guarantee the mission will be accomplished!"

"Tall and strong."

"Here!" Gao Dazhuang took a step forward, and the ground seemed to tremble.

"Your marksmanship is good; you're in charge of long-range suppression."

"Yes!" Gao Dazhuang grinned, as if he could already see the enemy commander's head exploding in his sniper scope.

"Liang Sanxi, Jin Kailai."

"arrive!"

"arrive!"

The two key figures of the Ninth Company stepped forward at the same time, their eyes resolute.

"You two are in charge of leading the assault team, a sharp knife, to tear their defenses apart from the flank."

"Yes!" Liang Sanxi and Jin Laikai exchanged a glance, both seeing the excitement in each other's eyes.

"Lei Kaihua, Li Xiang, Wang Meng."

"arrive!"

"arrive!"

"arrive!"

The three earliest warriors who followed Su Chen were so excited that their faces turned red.

"The three of you, as free agents, should go wherever support is needed." Su Chen looked at them, a hint of warmth in his eyes.

"Yes! Mission accomplished, Brother Chen!" Lei Kaihua shouted the loudest, drawing a burst of good-natured laughter.

Su Chen's gaze continued to move, stopping on a captain whose face had a scholarly air, but whose eyes were unusually firm.

Miao Zhiyuan.

"Present!" Stepping forward was an officer of about thirty years old, with regular features and a calm demeanor—none other than the later-famous "Miao Lian." At this moment, he had not yet experienced the battle that would change his life, and his eyes were still bright and piercing. He had always harbored some skepticism about the legend of Su Chen, but a soldier's duty made him stand ramrod straight.

"Have you ever commanded artillery?" Su Chen asked.

Miao Zhiyuan was taken aback for a moment, then replied, "Reporting to Captain Su, I studied at the Artillery Academy for two years and have some knowledge of the command and calculation of conventional artillery."

"Very good. Your mission is to locate the enemy's artillery positions, and then... take them over."

Take over it?

Miao Zhiyuan's brain froze for half a second. Take over the enemy's artillery position? And then what? Use the enemy's cannons to bombard the enemy's head? This idea was too crazy, too audacious! Looking at Su Chen's calm eyes, his heart started pounding uncontrollably, and an unprecedented sense of excitement surged into his heart.

"Yes! Mission accomplished!" he roared, the loudest reply he had ever given in his life.

Next, Su Chen pointed out a group of veteran elites from Wolf Fang, including Mada (Grey Wolf) and Coyote, as well as the remaining twenty-odd soldiers from the original Ninth Company.

A commando unit of thirty-nine people, which can be described as the most luxurious and extravagant in the history of the Dragon Kingdom's army, has officially assembled!

Those who were selected held their heads high, beaming with joy, as if they had received tickets to heaven. Those who weren't chosen, however, hung their heads dejected, their faces filled with disappointment, their eyes brimming with envy, jealousy, and resentment as they looked at their companions.

"Alright, that's all for now." Su Chen turned to He Zhijun and said, "It's not about quantity, it's about quality. A reinforced platoon is enough."

He Zhijun nodded, but inwardly he was smiling bitterly.

A reinforced platoon? These are thirty-nine monsters personally blessed by "God"! Let alone dealing with a reinforced battalion, even if they were sent behind enemy lines to carry out an armed parade, He Zhijun believed they would return unscathed!

"Before we set off, is there anyone else who wants to join?" Su Chen's gaze swept across the entire room.

"Report!" a sudden voice rang out.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Lei Keming, a member of the cultural troupe wearing glasses, squeezing out of the crowd with a first-aid kit bigger than his head, his face flushed red.

"Reporting to Captain Su! I... I'm an arts troupe member, and I can also work as a military medic! Although I'm not good at combat, I can be responsible for battlefield medical care! I... I don't want to see any more brothers sacrifice themselves because they can't get timely medical treatment!" He mustered all his courage and shouted these words.

The whole room erupted in laughter.

"Haha, Lei Shusheng, what are you doing here? This is a war, not a poetry writing trip!"

"Exactly, with your small frame, what if you get killed by a stray bullet before you can even save someone?"

Lei Keming blushed as everyone spoke, but he still stubbornly straightened his chest and stared intently at Su Chen.

Su Chen looked at him, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes. This was none other than Lei Keming, the founder and captain of the later renowned Black Tiger Special Forces. The special forces he created were on par with the Wolf Fang Special Forces.

He is a rare talent, born to be a special forces soldier. However, the plot was rewritten by Su Chen, and he did not experience the murder of Chief of Staff Fang, which led to his transformation. But he is still a good soldier who needs to be forged.

"Your medical skills won't save many people on the battlefield." Su Chen's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Lei Keming's head.

Just as Lei Keming's eyes dimmed, Su Chen's next words struck him like a thunderbolt.

"However, I can teach you how to stop bleeding from a major artery in three seconds with a single silver needle. I can also teach you a set of techniques to revive a severely wounded and unconscious soldier. Furthermore, I can teach you combat skills to become a warrior waiting to be learned. Do you want to learn?"

Lei Keming suddenly raised his head, his eyes behind his glasses wide open, and his mouth agape as if he could fit an egg in it.

"Yes! I want to learn!" he almost roared.

Su Chen smiled and said, "Alright, you're one too. Rejoin the team."

"Yes!" Lei Keming, carrying his first aid kit, ran into the ranks with his head held high, as if he were not a temporary military doctor, but a general about to charge into battle.

Once the team was assembled, a Z-8 transport helicopter, which had been waiting in advance, slowly landed on the training ground amidst a loud roar.

He Zhijun walked up to Su Chen, and without any unnecessary words, he patted him hard on the shoulder and then gave him a solemn military salute.

Please!

Su Chen returned the greeting, then turned around and waved his hand.

"Boarding! Departure!"

Thirty-nine soldiers, along with Lei Keming carrying a first-aid kit, boarded the helicopter swiftly and orderly, like tigers descending a mountain.

The cabin door closed, the propellers whipped up a huge airflow, and the helicopter rose from the ground, becoming a black dot under everyone's gaze, resolutely merging into the deep night.

Inside the cabin, the atmosphere was tense. The soldiers silently checked their weapons and ammunition, their eyes sharp as knives.

Su Chen sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, seemingly in deep meditation. However, his "Heavenly Eye" had already pierced through the clouds and darkness, taking in the battlefield situation hundreds of kilometers away.

He could "see" that Hill 103 had been turned into a sea of ​​fire, with countless shells exploding on it, plowing up the entire hilltop.

He could "see" dozens of blood-soaked figures in the dilapidated fortifications, still putting up a final resistance with rifles, bayonets, and their teeth.

He could "see" a burly man with a piece of shrapnel lodged in his abdomen, still leaning against the cover, shouting in a hoarse voice: "Brothers of the Seventh Company! Listen up! We are the spearhead! We'd rather die standing than live on our knees! Fight them to the death!"

Su Chen slowly opened his eyes, a cold killing intent flashing briefly in the depths of his pupils.

"Driver, how much longer until we arrive?"

"Reporting to Captain Su, we are expected to arrive at the designated landing point in fifteen minutes!"

Su Chen stood up and walked to the cabin door.

"It's too late," he said calmly.

Everyone was stunned.

"Open the hatch." Su Chen's order left no room for argument.

"Lieutenant Su! We're still 3,000 meters above the ground! And below us is a primeval jungle..." the crew exclaimed in horror.

"I'll say it again, open the hatch."

Su Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a godlike and demonic pressure that made the temperature in the entire cabin seem to drop several degrees.

The hatch slowly opened, and a violent gust of air rushed in instantly.

Amidst the horrified gazes of everyone, Su Chen walked to the edge of the hatch and glanced back at the group of team members who had been completely petrified.

"I'll go ahead and clear the way for the brothers. You guys follow."

Before he finished speaking, he leaped into the air!

No parachutes!

Without hesitation, he jumped from a height of three thousand meters into that endless darkness!

"Brother Chen!"

"Captain Su!"

Inside the cabin, screams of terror erupted. Lei Kaihua, Jin Kailai, and the others were about to jump without thinking, but Chief of Staff Fang and Gao Dazhuang held them back tightly.

"Don't be impulsive! Trust him!" Chief of Staff Fang roared, but his own face was also filled with shock and unease.

Jumping from 3,000 meters high? Even a god would be smashed to pieces, right?

However, what they didn't know was...

During the rapid descent, the protective aura of the Golden Bell Shield and the internal force of the Nine Yang Divine Skill combined on Su Chen's body surface to form an invisible air film, which offset most of the wind resistance.

His figure moved through the air like a nimble bird, constantly adjusting his posture as he glided precisely toward Hill 103.

A battle that belongs only to him, a divine intervention from the heavens, is about to begin on a hellish battlefield!