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

"Boom!"

Another section of the dilapidated wall was completely reduced to dust by the tyrant's brutal charge.

Gravel and steel bars flew everywhere like a rainstorm, violently sending two Wolf Warriors members who couldn't dodge in time flying.

"puff!"

One of the team members groaned as half of his body was smashed to pieces and he immediately lost consciousness.

"Medic! Medic! Come fucking over here! The monkey's dying!"

A comrade, his eyes bloodshot, dragged his injured leg and scrambled over, frantically pressing on the wound, but blood continued to gush out like an unstoppable faucet.

On the other side of the battlefield, the situation was even more dire.

One of the team members, Li Qiang, had his entire left arm severed at the shoulder by the claws of a tyrant, and his blood stained a large area of ​​the ground beneath him.

His face was ashen, his lips trembled violently from blood loss and excruciating pain, and large beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

"Captain...I...am I going to die...?"

"Don't fucking talk nonsense!" Wang Zhan kicked away a piece of cement that was hitting him, knelt down next to Li Qiang, and used the first aid bandage in his hand to tightly tighten the gruesome wound on his shoulder.

"Hold on! Reinforcements are on their way! You hear me?!"

Wang Zhan's voice was hoarse, and his bloodshot eyes were fixed on the five figures in the distance that looked like demon gods.

They have lost nearly twenty men in the fierce battle so far!

Although no one has been killed yet, the number of seriously wounded has exceeded one-third of the team.

Li Qiang and another soldier named Chen Dong, one with a severed arm and the other with half a leg cut off, were in the most critical condition. If the bleeding wasn't stopped, they would bleed to death without the monster's intervention.

Even worse, their ammunition is running low.

"Captain! Machine gun position number three, only half a belt of ammunition left!"

"I have two rifle magazines left!"

"The rocket launchers...are all gone!"

Intermittent reports from the team members came through the communicator, each word like a heavy hammer pounding into Wang Zhan's heart.

They did indeed inflict heavy damage on one of the tyrants.

Half of the monster's head had been blasted apart by rockets and concentrated fire, making it sluggish and its attacks erratic, clearly indicating that its combat effectiveness had been greatly reduced.

But this is the limit.

The remaining four tyrants, still full of vigor, braved their increasingly sparse barrage of fire, step by step, resolutely and unwaveringly, crushing their last stronghold.

Despair, like a tide, began to engulf the hearts of every soldier.

Just then, the firing point that had been closely following the monster and appearing and disappearing suddenly went silent.

The gunfire stopped.

Wang Zhan's heart tightened. Instead of feeling relieved, he had an even more ominous premonition.

really.

From the shadows of the jungle, a dozen or so figures strolled out with leisurely steps and swaggered out.

The leader was none other than the burly man with bare chest and his body covered in hideous scars—Old Cat.

Behind him followed a group of mercenaries with cruel smiles on their faces. Their weapons surrounded the last hiding place of the War Wolf Squadron from all sides, making it impossible to pass through.

The dark muzzles of the guns, like the eyes of predatory beasts, exuded an aura of death.

It’s over.

Everyone's hearts sank to the bottom in an instant.

"Hehe, the soldiers of the Dragon Kingdom are really good."

Old Cat stopped and looked around at the ruins that looked like they had been hit by a meteorite, as well as the disheveled soldiers in the ruins. His tone was full of mockery and ridicule.

"Everyone says you have the strongest army in the world, and seeing you today, it's clear... well, you live up to your reputation."

He deliberately drew out his words, then abruptly changed the subject, his smile turning utterly contemptuous.

"I don't think that's the case at all. A bunch of Boy Scouts who only know how to hide in their shells, they've even forgotten how to fire a gun?"

"Hahahaha!" The mercenaries behind him burst into unrestrained laughter.

"Look at the helpers we brought." The old cat pointed to the four tyrants that had closed to within thirty meters and were letting out low growls, his face full of undisguised pride and smugness.

"This is what a warrior is! This is what true strength is! Invulnerable to swords and spears, possessing boundless power! Your little fire pokers aren't even worthy of tickling them!"

He opened his arms wide, like an artist admiring his own masterpiece.

"Faced with absolute power, your proud will and your so-called tactics are nothing but a joke!"

"Now, I'll give you a chance." The old cat's smile vanished, his eyes turning cold. "Put down your weapons, kneel down and surrender. If I'm in a good mood, I might consider leaving you with a whole corpse."

"Bullshit!" A hot-tempered member of the Wolf Warriors couldn't hold back any longer and raised his gun to fire.

"Don't move!" Wang Zhan grabbed the muzzle of his gun and stopped him with a look.

You must not fire.

Once the guns are fired, it will be a complete breakdown in relations. Under orders from their superiors, their only mission before reinforcements arrive is to delay! Delay by any means necessary!

Seeing their humiliated yet powerless expressions, the old cat's smugness deepened.

"Oh, right." He seemed to remember something, picked at his ear, and slowly asked, "In your Wolf Warrior Squadron, isn't there someone named Leng Feng? Where is he?"

"Tell him to come out here obediently; our boss wants to see him."

The adjutant, Ah Hu, added with a sneer, "Or, we could chop off his head and take it back to the boss to use as a chamber pot! He dared to kill our boss's brother; he's got a death wish!"

"Tell him to hurry up! Stop hiding like a coward and wasting our time!"

Every word of these words was like a poisoned nail, piercing deep into the hearts of all the Wolf Warriors members.

insult!

This is a blatant insult to the entire military of the Dragon Kingdom!

"Snap!"

Almost everyone instinctively pulled the bolt, their teeth grinding together, the suppressed rage in their chests almost burning away their reason.

They may die, but they must never be dishonored!

"Everyone, hold on tight!" Wang Zhan roared again, his voice trembling slightly, a sign of extreme anger.

He knew that the enemy was deliberately provoking them.

He stared intently at the old cat, squeezing out a few words through gritted teeth.

"If you want his life, you'll have to step over our dead bodies first!"

"Well said!" Old Cat clapped his hands and laughed, but his laughter was filled with cold killing intent. "I love watching spineless fools like you slowly die in despair."

"It seems you have chosen a dead end."

The smile on his face vanished completely, replaced by a狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) expression.

He slowly raised his hand and made a simple gesture to his adjutant behind him.

"Tiger, let Number One have some fun with them."

"roar--!"

The largest and almost unscathed tyrant that received the command let out a deafening roar!

Its crimson eyes instantly locked onto Wang Zhan and the others' last hiding place, and its massive body sank slightly.

The next second, the ground beneath its feet shook violently, and its body, comparable to that of a small car, transformed into a bluish-gray afterimage, crashing towards them with a fierce gust of wind that tore through the air!