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

Hill 103 has become a living hell.

The Vietnamese army's 75mm mountain guns, like tireless steel behemoths, relentlessly unleashed death upon this small hilltop. The mud and rubble kicked up by the explosions, mixed with the blood and flesh of the soldiers, stained the position a nauseating dark red.

"Company commander! The western defense line has been breached!" a soldier whose arm had been blown off shouted hoarsely.

"Push up! Send my whole guard platoon to push up! We'll block the breach even if it kills us!" Zhao Tiezhu, the company commander of the Sharp Knife Seventh Company, leaned against the crumbling bunker. Half of his body was soaked in blood, but he still stared intently at the dark mass of enemies below the mountain.

A reinforced battalion, nearly eight hundred men, swarmed in from all sides like a pack of greedy hyenas. The spitting fire of heavy machine guns formed a net, pinning the remaining soldiers of the Seventh Company down in shell craters, unable to even lift their heads.

"Company commander...we're out of bullets..." The deputy company commander's voice carried a hint of despair.

Zhao Tiezhu smiled bitterly, took out the last grenade from his pocket, and clutched it tightly in his hand.

"Brothers, those who are afraid to die are not soldiers of the Seventh Company! I'll count to three, and we'll go together. On the road to the Yellow Springs, our Seventh Company will still be the sharpest blade!"

The remaining twenty-odd soldiers detonated their last grenades. Their faces showed no fear, only a resolute sense of impending release.

"one!"

"two!"

Just as Zhao Tiezhu was about to shout "three", a dragon's roar, seemingly from beyond the heavens, suddenly resounded throughout the entire battlefield!

"roar--!!!"

The dragon's roar was filled with supreme majesty and ferocious killing intent, as if it could tear one's soul apart. Everyone was stunned by this sudden sound, their minds reeling, and their movements involuntarily froze.

The Vietnamese army commander at the foot of the mountain, Major Nguyen Van Hung, was watching the cat-and-mouse game through his binoculars. Upon hearing the dragon's roar, he felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and the binoculars in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

"What's that sound?" He looked around in alarm.

Then, he saw it.

A golden streak of light, like a meteorite falling to earth, crashed down from the dark night sky at an incredible speed!

The landing point was neither the Seventh Company's position nor the Vietnamese army's assault formation.

Instead... it was the most heavily defended artillery position where he was!

boom!!!

Su Chen landed forcefully from a height of three thousand meters. The terrifying power of a late-stage Grandmaster, combined with the force-dissipating techniques of the Golden Bell Shield and the Nine Yang Divine Skill, channeled all the impact force into the ground beneath his feet!

Centered on him, the ground instantly cracked like a spider web, and a huge impact crater with a diameter of more than 20 meters was formed! The violent shock wave was like a category 12 typhoon, which lifted several mountain guns and mortars, along with dozens of dumbfounded gunners, into the air like toys, and then crashed down, turning them into piles of flesh!

"Enemy... Enemy attack!" A surviving Vietnamese officer let out a distorted scream.

However, he was met with Su Chen's cold and ruthless eyes.

"Nine Spiral Shadows!"

With a thought, Su Chen's figure blurred, instantly splitting into nine identical figures on the spot! These nine Su Chens, some standing with their hands behind their backs, others with their fists clasped in front of their chests, each with a different expression, all exuded a suffocatingly terrifying aura, completely surrounding the entire artillery position.

All the Vietnamese soldiers who witnessed this scene went completely blank for a moment.

What did they see? A person fell from the sky, not only did he not die, but he also multiplied into nine?

"The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!"

At the same time, nine Su Chens slowly extended their right palms from nine different directions!

"Roar! Roar! Roar!..."

Nine earth-shattering dragon roars exploded simultaneously!

Nine enormous, lifelike dragons, formed from pure golden inner force, roared and burst forth from the palms of the nine Su Chens! They coiled and intertwined, tearing through the night sky, carrying world-destroying power, and bombarded the densely packed Vietnamese infantry formation on the hillside from all directions!

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

Zhao Tiezhu and the soldiers of the Seventh Company on the high ground stared blankly at the nine divine dragons that illuminated the entire night sky, forgetting to pull the pins on their ceremonial bullets.

At the foot of the mountain, Nguyen Van Hung's legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, his crotch soaked with sweat. He pointed at the monstrous sight, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a single word.

A miracle occurred.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! ...

Nine golden dragons, almost simultaneously, precisely struck the nine areas where the Vietnamese army was most concentrated!

There were no screams, no wails.

In the area struck by the dragon, hundreds of Vietnamese soldiers, along with the ground beneath their feet, were instantly vaporized and evaporated by the incredibly violent energy!

When the smoke and dust cleared, nine giant, vitrified pits, each over ten meters in diameter and with smooth, mirror-like edges, appeared out of nowhere on the hillside!

A fully reinforced battalion, with more than 800 men, was wiped out on the spot by this attack!

The remaining Vietnamese soldiers, looking at the empty positions around them, which were now filled with terrifying craters, had their psychological defenses completely destroyed in an instant!

"A devil! A devil! Not a human!"

"Mom! I want to go home!"

They dropped their weapons, cried out for their parents, and scattered like headless flies.

Su Chen's figure merged into one. Without even glancing at the collapsing, routed soldiers, he flashed forward like a tiger among sheep, charging into the remaining enemy ranks.

"Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, the power of thirteen dragons and thirteen elephants!"

The massacre has begun!

One punch!

A Vietnamese squad leader carrying a machine gun was punched into a cloud of blood mist by Su Chen, along with his gun!

One kick!

Su Chen unleashed a sweeping kick, and the five or six Vietnamese soldiers in front of him were struck as if by a high-speed train, their bodies snapped in half, their upper and lower bodies flying in different directions!

One palm!

From a distance of more than ten meters, Su Chen struck out with his palm. The palm wind howled, and the chests of the dozen or so Vietnamese soldiers in front of him collapsed inward in a strange way, as if their hearts had been crushed by an invisible hand. They all fell to the ground!

This isn't a battle, it's cleansing! It's crushing! It's a dimensional reduction attack!

At that moment, intense gunfire erupted simultaneously from both sides and the rear of the high ground!

"kill!"

Gao Dazhuang, Liang Sanxi, and Chief of Staff Fang led three assault teams, like three poisoned daggers, fiercely stabbing into the already completely chaotic enemy flank!

After Su Chen's guidance, each of them became like a humanoid beast!

The tall, strong sniper rifle was used to kill officers who attempted to organize resistance, with every shot hitting the head.

Liang Sanxi and Jin Kailai, each wielding a submachine gun, fired with both hands, like war gods descended to earth. Wherever they went, Vietnamese soldiers fell in droves. Every bullet they fired contained a trace of the power techniques taught by Su Chen, making them far more powerful than ordinary bullets!

Miao Zhiyuan, accompanied by Li Xiang and Wang Meng, charged straight at the enemy's command post. Although he knew no martial arts, the breathing techniques Su Chen had taught him had elevated his stamina, reflexes, and marksmanship to a whole new level. Wielding an 81-barreled rifle, he fired calmly and precisely, each shot inevitably taking a life.

The battlefield became a one-sided slaughterhouse.

However, the accident still happened.

Under the cover of a few guards, Nguyen Van Hung fled desperately to the rear. A mortar operator, terrified out of his wits, fired his last shell haphazardly into the sky before dying.

The shell traced a strange arc, neither flying towards Su Chen nor towards the high ground, but instead crashing down on Miao Zhiyuan's squad, which was charging on the flank!

"Watch out!" Miao Zhiyuan shoved Li Xiang aside.

boom!

The shell exploded beside him, and the hot shrapnel, carrying enormous kinetic energy, slashed across his right eye!

"Ugh!" Miao Zhiyuan let out a muffled groan, fell backward, and blood instantly stained half of his face.

"Old Miao!" Li Xiang and Wang Meng's eyes were bloodshot. They turned around, lifted him up, and started firing wildly at the surrounding enemies.

Su Chen, watching from afar, frowned. His "Heavenly Eye" instantly locked onto the scene.

He flashed and appeared beside Miao Zhiyuan like a ghost in the next second.

He glanced at Miao Zhiyuan's bloodied and mangled right eye, his gaze darkening. The eyeball had ruptured, and the optic nerve was completely destroyed.

Su Chen pointed his fingers like a sword, channeling the inner force of the Sacred Heart Technique into a master-level medical skill, which coalesced at his fingertips. He swiftly pressed several acupoints on Miao Zhiyuan's head, stopping the bleeding and stabilizing his injuries.

"Will your injured eye affect your ability to kill enemies?" Su Chen asked.

Miao Zhiyuan struggled to his feet. He covered his blood-soaked right eye and grinned, but the smile was more painful than a grimace.

"Reporting, Captain Su! It doesn't matter! I still have one eye and two hands! I can still kill the enemy!"

"Alright!" Su Chen nodded. "Then let's settle this score on the battlefield!"

He turned around and looked at the few remaining enemies, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.

The battle, which lasted less than ten minutes, came to an end.

When the first rays of the rising sun shone on this scorched earth, not a single Vietnamese soldier could be found still standing on Hill 103.

The surviving soldiers of the Seventh Company, led by Company Commander Zhao Tiezhu, stepped down from the battlefield. Looking at the god-like figure amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, and the equally menacing "divine soldiers" behind him, they collectively laid down their weapons and, in unison, knelt on one knee!

This kneeling is not a sign of humiliation.

It is the highest tribute to the savior!