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

When the last enemy turned to ashes, the suffocating atmosphere of slaughter on the battlefield also vanished.

The members of the Kunlun Squad remained calm and composed, as if the earth-shattering battle they had just witnessed was nothing more than a routine post-meal digestion.

They walked up to Wang Zhan and the others.

Long Xiaoyun's gaze swept across the faces of each surviving member of the Wolf Warriors, finally settling on the two soldiers who had just experienced the miracle of "limb regeneration".

Li Qiang and Chen Dong had already stood up from the ground, and were moving their arms and legs, which they had lost and regained, with a somewhat restrained expression on their faces, as if they were in a dream.

"How are you feeling?" Long Xiaoyun's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible concern.

"Reporting to Team Leader Long!"

Li Qiang straightened up abruptly. He subconsciously wanted to give a standard military salute, but his newly grown left hand was still somewhat unresponsive, making his movements clumsy and stiff.

His face flushed red, and he was so excited he was almost incoherent. "Great! It couldn't be better! It feels... it feels even better than the old one!"

As he spoke, he tried clenching his fist. It was a completely new feeling, full of power. His skin was smooth, his muscles were full, and he could even feel the vitality of the blood surging in his veins.

His words drew a few good-natured chuckles from those around him, which also eased the heavy atmosphere on the battlefield.

Shi Sanba grinned, stepped forward, and lightly patted Li Qiang's newly grown arm with his large, fan-like hand. "Kid, take it easy, don't break it again after it's just grown back!"

"Thank you... thank you, sister-in-law!"

Chen Dong then turned his gaze to Du Feifei, who was supporting Long Xiaoyun and whose face was still somewhat pale. This tough man's eyes reddened again, and his voice was thick with nasal congestion and sobs.

He knew the price this seemingly frail woman had paid to save them.

The word "sister-in-law" made Du Feifei's pretty face blush slightly. She lowered her head shyly and shook it gently.

Long Xiaoyun smiled and patted her hand, then said to Wang Zhan, "Now that everything is settled, it's time to take care of the aftermath."

Her smile faded, and her expression returned to solemnity.

Everyone fell silent.

They knew what the phrase "what happens after death" meant.

Clean up the battlefield and collect the remains.

This is always the heaviest and most heartbreaking part after every battle.

"I'll take some men with me."

Wang Zhan volunteered. He took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound steady.

"Those who sacrificed... were all my soldiers. I must bring them back one by one with my own hands."

"Let's do it together."

Leng Feng patted him on the shoulder, his tone leaving no room for argument.

For the next hour, no one spoke.

The only sounds in the ruins of the outpost were the dull thud of stones being turned over and the occasional, suppressed, low sobs.

More than a dozen bodies were carefully lifted from under the ruins and placed side by side in a relatively clean open space.

Some of them still maintained the posture they had before their sacrifice, their faces even showing the resolute determination to die with the enemy.

Some were damaged beyond recognition, and their identities could only be identified by their tattered uniforms and identification tags.

Wang Hao, the rural soldier who always smiled and said he would go home to get married after his discharge, had half of his body trampled into a pulp by the monster.

Xiao Zhang, the platoon leader who had just graduated from military academy and was full of knowledge, had his chest pierced by sharp claws, and his heart was nowhere to be found.

Ah Yong, that greenhorn who had been in the army for less than a year, was so young, and hadn't even had a chance to properly see the world...

Wang Zhan knelt on the ground, his hands trembling as he painstakingly pieced together the shattered bodies of his comrades. He tried to tidy their appearance, but discovered that many of them didn't even have a complete face left.

His tears had long since dried up, leaving only a pair of empty, bloodshot eyes.

The Kunlun team members stood silently to the side. They were used to life and death and their will was as strong as steel, but seeing this scene still made their chests feel tight.

They took off their military caps and bowed deeply to the young, now deceased faces.

"Team Leader Long," Wang Zhan said, his voice hoarse as he walked up to Long Xiaoyun after dealing with all the bodies, "thank you."

"If you hadn't arrived in time, we would probably be..."

"Why are you saying all this?" Long Xiaoyun interrupted him. "We were all once members of the Wolf Warriors. This place will always be our home."

She looked at Wang Zhan's face, shrouded in sorrow and exhaustion, then glanced at the group of soldiers behind him, who, though they had escaped death, were clearly demoralized, and asked, "After I left, how are the War Wolves doing?"

"It's the same as always." Wang Zhan gave a wry smile. "Training, missions, but... I always feel like something's missing."

He paused, his eyes revealing an undisguised envy and longing.

"Team Dragon, you... how did you become like this...?"

He wanted to say "amazing," he wanted to say "powerful," but he felt that these two words were simply insufficient to describe everything he had witnessed that day. It was a power that only gods possessed.

"Would you like to learn?"

A meaningful smile appeared on Long Xiaoyun's lips.

These three words exploded in Wang Zhan's mind like a thunderclap!

His eyes lit up instantly, like torches lit in the darkness!

The group of soldiers behind him, who had been dejected, all raised their heads, and the flame of hope was rekindled in their eyes!

"Yes! I dream about it!" Wang Zhan's answer was resolute and without the slightest hesitation.

"Then stop complaining and wallowing in self-pity!" Long Xiaoyun's voice suddenly turned stern, like a drawn sword. "Put away your sadness and tears! If you want to become stronger, show us what you're capable of!"

"From today onward, treat every training session as a selection process!"

"Use every breath to build up your strength!"

"The gates of Kunlun are always open to the truly strong!"

"Me, and them," she gestured to Leng Feng and the others behind her, "we'll be waiting for you in Kunlun!"

These words were like a powerful stimulant, piercing the hearts of every member of the Wolf Warrior team present!

All the confusion, depression, and self-doubt vanished in that moment!

Instead, there was an unprecedented surge of fighting spirit and unwavering conviction!

It turns out that sacrifice is not the only outcome!

It turns out, they also have the chance to become gods like the Dragon Team!

"yes!"

Wang Zhan suddenly stood up straight and gave Long Xiaoyun and all the Kunlun team members a perfectly standard and solemn military salute!

Behind him, all the survivors stood at attention and saluted in unison!

Their eyes were no longer sad, no longer confused.

All that remained was a burning fighting spirit and boundless anticipation for the future.

Just then.

A distant, approaching roar of propellers broke the solemnity.

On the horizon, several armed helicopters, forming a standard attack formation, were rapidly approaching the direction of Outpost No. 81.

The main force finally arrived.