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

The ear-piercing roar tore through the deathly silence of the post-war sky.

The dark mass of armed helicopters resembled a flock of circling iron eagles, their massive rotors whipping up hurricanes that blew away the lingering smoke, dust, and ashes, revealing the scorched earth stained dark red with blood.

The hatches opened one after another, and a series of fully armed, agile figures descended along the rappelling ropes.

They were well-equipped and moved swiftly. Upon landing, they did not hesitate for a moment and immediately spread out in battle formation, building an impenetrable outer defensive line in the shortest possible time.

Finally, a command aircraft roared down and landed steadily on the only relatively flat open space in the center of the ruins.

The cabin door opened, and a general with a star on his shoulder, a towering figure, and a resolute face, strode out, surrounded by several staff officers.

Shi Qingsong, the highest-ranking commander of the Southwest Military Region.

When his military boots truly stepped onto this land that had been almost completely leveled and still reeked of blood and acrid stench, this iron-willed general, who had emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood and whose will was as firm as a rock, still couldn't help but tremble slightly.

His gaze, like the sharpest carving knife, slowly swept across this tragic battlefield.

Torn steel, collapsed fortifications, and terrifying, bottomless pits with eerily smooth edges...

Every trace silently testifies to the fierce and irrational battle that once took place here.

Finally, his gaze settled on something.

The image freezes on that row of a dozen or so cold bodies, covered by military raincoats, lying quietly on the ground.

Without warning, Shi Qingsong's eyes reddened.

He took a step, one step at a time, toward that row of silhouettes that bore witness to endless sorrow.

His footsteps were heavy, each step seeming to pound on the heartbeats of every survivor present, dull and oppressive.

He didn't lift up any of the raincoats.

He simply stood there quietly, watching the shapes of those young lives, his lips pressed tightly into a straight line, the muscles in his jaw taut and twitching from the effort.

a long time.

"salute--!!"

He gasped sharply, as if using all his strength, turned around, and let out a hoarse, almost broken, roar with a sob in his voice towards all the soldiers who had followed him!

"Whoosh!"

A synchronized screech of friction echoed through the ruins.

All the soldiers present, including the guards who had just landed and hadn't fully grasped the situation, seemed to have a switch flipped. Their physical instincts overwhelmed their mental thinking, and they all stood at attention and raised their hands!

A most solemn, and also most poignant, military salute!

At that moment, the wind stopped, and the roar of the engine seemed to fade into the distance.

Between heaven and earth, only the suppressed, rising and falling, heavy and painful panting sounds remained.

"Xiaoyun, thank you for your hard work."

After the ceremony, Shi Qingsong walked up to Long Xiaoyun. His weathered face was etched with heartache and exhaustion.

He reached out, seemingly wanting to pat Long Xiaoyun's shoulder, like an elder comforting a younger person. But his hand paused halfway up, finally transforming into a solemn military salute.

"Commander Shi."

Long Xiaoyun and the Kunlun team members behind her returned the salute in unison.

"If it weren't for you..." Shi Qingsong's voice was a little dry. He licked his chapped lips, "I dare not imagine how far the casualties here would have gone. On behalf of the Southwest Military Region, and on behalf of all the fallen and surviving soldiers, thank you!"

He paused for a moment, his tone becoming even more serious.

"Please also convey to your Brigade Commander Su my highest respect and gratitude!"

"Commander, you flatter me." Long Xiaoyun's expression was calm. "Defending our country is a soldier's duty. Besides, we all came from the Wolf Warriors, this is our home. How can we stand idly by when our home is in trouble?"

Shi Qingsong nodded heavily, his gaze passing over Long Xiaoyun and looking at the group of young people behind her.

Leng Feng, Shi Sanba, Yu Fei... each of them possessed a composed demeanor and sharp eyes, like unsheathed blades. Just standing there quietly, they exuded the aura of a grandmaster, as profound and imposing as a mountain.

Is this "Kunlun"?

Indeed, each and every one of them is an exceptional individual!

"The battlefield has been cleared, and the enemy has been completely annihilated," Long Xiaoyun began her brief report. "The outpost was severely damaged and needs to be rebuilt."

"It's good that everyone is alright! Everyone being alright is the most important thing!" Shi Qingsong waved his hand, his voice resolute.

As long as his troops are still there, he wouldn't even blink an eye if it meant tearing down and rebuilding the entire military compound, let alone a single outpost!

"Furthermore," Long Xiaoyun turned to the side and pointed to the enormous ice sculpture that stood out starkly against the ruins not far away, "as per our brigade commander's instructions, we left one alive. We will send a special plane to transport him back to base for research."

Survivors?

Shi Qingsong looked in the direction she pointed.

The next second, his pupils suddenly contracted into the most dangerous pinpoints!

What is that?!

A three-meter-tall, crystal-clear ice sculpture encased a ferocious, roaring, muscular, and terrifying humanoid monster!

Even from dozens of meters away, through the thick layer of ice, the overwhelming ferocity and rage still sent a chill down the spine of this seasoned general.

This is... the monster who nearly wiped out his most elite border troops?

A young staff officer behind him couldn't help but exclaim "Holy crap!" and gasped, his face turning pale.

Just by looking at this frozen specimen, they could imagine how terrifying it would be if it came to life!

"Okay, okay!" Shi Qing-song snapped out of his daze, saying "okay" twice, his eyes gleaming. "No need for that! I'll immediately arrange for the military region's most reliable heavy transport plane, with the highest level of security, to transport it directly to your designated location! Rest assured, it will be absolutely safe and sound for you!"

Now, he will unconditionally meet all of Kunlun's demands, and meet them to the highest standards!

After arranging everything, Shi Qingsong personally directed the soldiers to carry the bodies of the fallen heroes onto the returning plane with the gentlest movements.

When he learned that those soldiers who were originally seriously injured and on the verge of death, or even had broken arms and legs, were now full of energy and moving freely as they boarded the plane, this battle-hardened general was completely stunned.

He grabbed Wang Zhan, his eyes wide as saucers: "Wang Zhan! What on earth happened?!"

When you hear words like "elixirs," "silver needles," "true qi," and "limb regeneration"—words that only exist in myths and legends—said by Wang Zhan, the soldier king he personally trained and who never tells a lie, with an incredibly certain, even fanatical, tone of worship.

Shi Qingsong felt that his worldview was being smashed to pieces by an invisible hammer.

He turned sharply and looked at the transport plane carrying the Kunlun squad, which had already begun to take off.

His gaze passed through the porthole and landed on the stunningly beautiful woman with a gentle and quiet demeanor who was currently nestled beside Long Xiaoyun.

Du Feifei.

This is hardly the work of a military doctor.

This is clearly Guanyin Bodhisattva descended to earth, a living deity!

"Order!"

He suddenly turned around and gave an order to the communications officer beside him that left everyone somewhat baffled.

"From today onwards, all operational information of the Kunlun Special Forces Brigade is classified as a top-secret matter within the Southwest Military Region! SSS level! All personnel who have access to this information, regardless of rank, must re-sign a confidentiality agreement for life!"

"To the outside world, say that Outpost 81 was attacked by a well-equipped and numerous international terrorist group! Cover up all traces of unconventional combat—shell craters, torn armor—using the most reasonable methods, such as engineering demolition and heavy firepower, to make it airtight!"

He took a deep breath, watched the aircraft gradually disappear into the clouds, and murmured to himself in a voice only he could hear.

"This world... is about to change."

……

at the same time.

On the "Kunpeng" strategic transport aircraft bound for the Kunlun base.

Long Xiaoyun was giving Su Chen her final report via a military-grade encrypted line.

"...Reporting to the brigade commander, my husband, Operation 'Blood Retribution' has been successfully completed. All invading enemy forces have been annihilated. All our surviving personnel have been rescued."

"We have captured a live 'Tyrant' and handed him over to Commander Shi. Please provide further instructions for the handover."

On the other end of the phone came Su Chen's familiar and steady voice, with a hint of barely perceptible relaxation.

"Well done."

After a pause, Su Chen's voice softened.

"Go home, I'll throw you a victory celebration."

"I'm waiting for you and Feifei to come back."

Upon hearing that last sentence, the resolute and cold demeanor that belonged to a commander on Long Xiaoyun's face instantly melted away.

Instead, a warm smile of genuine relief appeared.

"Yes, let's go home."