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

The rising sun pierced the darkness, its golden rays gently bathing the scorched earth of Hill 103.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, blood, and a strange, burnt glass odor.

Zhao Tiezhu, the company commander of the Sharp Knife Seventh Company, a tough man who had never bent his back in the hail of bullets, now led the remaining twenty-odd brothers behind him to kneel on one knee toward the young figure standing with his hands behind his back.

The rifles and grenades in their hands were scattered in front of them.

It's not about surrendering, but about laying down the weapons of mortals and paying homage to the gods.

Su Chen's gaze swept over them, and he calmly walked forward, personally helping Zhao Tiezhu, who was at the front, to his feet.

"We are comrades-in-arms, not ruler and subject. Soldiers of the Dragon Kingdom kneel to heaven and earth, and to their parents, but not to anyone else." His voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable gentle strength.

Zhao Tiezhu straightened up, his eyes reddening despite his seven-foot height. He abruptly raised his hand in a perfectly crisp military salute and roared, "Zhao Tiezhu, Company Commander of the 7th Sharp Knife Company, along with all the surviving soldiers, express our gratitude to Captain Su for saving our lives!"

"The Sharp Knife Seventh Company thanks Captain Su for saving our lives!" Behind them, more than twenty soldiers roared in unison, their voices echoing through the mountains.

"My name is Su Chen, from the reconnaissance company of the 524th Regiment." Su Chen returned the salute, his words concise and to the point.

Zhao Tiezhu was stunned for a moment, then his gaze swept over Liang Sanxi, Jin Kailai and others behind Su Chen. Suddenly, he seemed to understand something, and the shock in his eyes intensified.

No wonder...no wonder the 524th Regiment achieved such incredible results at Yixiantian. It turns out, they really do have a prodigy in their regiment!

His gaze involuntarily drifted to the nine enormous craters of glass not far away, and the scattered limbs and broken bodies. His Adam's apple bobbed, he swallowed hard, and felt a chill run down his spine.

Is this the power of God?

One man, in the blink of an eye, wiped out an entire reinforced battalion.

This has gone beyond the scope of war; this is divine punishment!

"Chief of Staff Fang," Su Chen turned his head, "arrange manpower, count the wounded, clean up the battlefield, and tally the results."

"Yes, sir!" Chief of Staff Fang immediately accepted the order and began to give instructions in an orderly manner.

The surviving soldiers of the Seventh Company mingled with the members of the Wolf Fang Commando, silently beginning to clean up this hellish battlefield. Everyone deliberately avoided the nine smooth, mirror-like giant craters, and their eyes as they looked at Su Chen were filled with awe, fanaticism, and a hint of... fear.

On the other side, behind a relatively intact bunker.

Gao Dazhuang plopped down, pulled out a pack of cigarettes soaked with sweat from his pocket, shook it for a while before finally managing to get one out, lit it, and took a deep drag.

"Damn it..." He exhaled a puff of smoke, his voice hoarse, "I used to think that skydiving without a parachute was the absolute limit. Now I realize that my imagination was just too limited."

Beside him, Liang Sanxi was changing the magazine of his rifle. Hearing this, he paused, then smiled wryly and said, "You just lack imagination. I... I feel like my worldview has been rubbed into the ground nine times."

The image of nine golden dragons roaring and tearing through the night sky still echoes in his mind.

"Nine... a whole nine!" Jin Kailai leaned closer, his bull-like eyes wide, gesturing wildly, his face a mixture of excitement and lingering fear. "Nine Brother Chens attacked at the same time, that move 'Regretful Dragon'... goodness, what kind of divine technique is that? Shadow Clone Technique?"

"Screw your shadow clones, that's Taoist magic! It's immortal art!" Lei Kaihua looked at Su Chen, who was examining Miao Zhiyuan's injuries in the distance, with an expression that said, "You bunch of illiterates." "Tell me, if Brother Chen used his skills to train the army... no, just a platoon, no, a squad! Just all of us, what would that mean?"

The question fell silent.

Gao Dazhuang, Liang Sanxi, and Jin Kailai, these proud and fierce soldiers who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, looked at each other and saw an uncontrollable fervor and ambition in each other's eyes.

A super-weapon force personally trained and instructed by a "god" like Su Chen, whose members all possess inhuman combat abilities?

The scene was too beautiful for them to imagine.

They felt their blood boiling, and a crazy idea took root and sprouted in their hearts.

"If that day ever comes..." Gao Dazhuang slammed his cigarette butt to the ground, "I'd be his pawn for life! If he points east, I'll never go west!"

Everyone agreed wholeheartedly.

Meanwhile, in another corner of the battlefield, Su Chen sat alone, cross-legged.

He ignored the awe-inspiring gazes around him, his mind already absorbed in his thoughts.

"System, calculate experience points."

[Command received! Initiate calculation of rewards for this battle...]

[Killed 1 Vietnamese soldier, gained 100 experience points.]

[Killed 1 Vietnamese soldier, gained 100 experience points.]

……

[Area of ​​effect kill bonus triggered! Area-of-effect skill 'Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms' killed 368 Vietnamese soldiers, gaining a total of 36800 experience points!]

[Killed 1 Vietnamese army major, gained 800 experience points.]

[12 Vietnamese officers killed, 1200 experience points gained.]

……

[Settlement complete! In this rescue operation at Hill 103, the host has eliminated a total of 452 enemy soldiers, gaining a total of 45550 experience points!]

Seeing the barrage of notifications flooding his mind, Su Chen's heart couldn't help but race slightly.

[Host: Su Chen]

[Realm Level: Late Grandmaster]

[Techniques: Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill (Thirteenth Level), Sacred Heart Technique (Third Level), Golden Bell Shield (Perfect)...]

[Skill: Master-level Medical Skill]

Experience points remaining: 7450 + 45550 = 53000 points!

53,000 points!

Su Chen took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart.

Sure enough, war is the fastest way to gain experience! Killing a regular soldier gives you 100 points, which is many times more efficient than any previous mission.

With this huge sum of money, I can undergo another transformative upgrade!

Just as he was pondering whether to continue improving the "Sacred Heart Technique" or exchange it for a more powerful attack technique, a series of hurried footsteps approached from afar.

"Report! Captain Su!" A member of the Wolf Fang squad on guard duty ran over. "A large force has been spotted approaching on the east side of the hill! Look at the flags... it's our men!"

No sooner had the words been spoken than a company of equally elite reconnaissance soldiers appeared in everyone's sight.

The captain leading the group stopped abruptly, his face filled with shock, when he saw Su Chen sitting calmly in the center of the battlefield like a god or demon, and the scene of devastation around him where there were no enemies left.

The newcomer was Kang Lei, the company commander of the reconnaissance company of the Iron Fist Regiment.

The men behind him, including Lao Hei, gasped in shock at the surreal scene before them.

Their orders were to rush to reinforce the besieged 7th Company, and they were prepared for a fierce battle along the way.

But what did they see?

The wounded of friendly forces are being treated, and our own troops are leisurely cleaning up the battlefield, while the enemy's corpses cover the entire hillside. In some places, not even the bodies can be found, leaving only terrifying giant craters emitting black smoke.

"This...this is over?" Old Hei stammered.

Kang Lei's gaze was fixed on the nine glazed pits, his voice hoarse: "No... it's over. One person ended a battle that even our entire company might not have been able to win."

Kang Lei snapped out of his daze, quickly ran to Su Chen, stood at attention and saluted, his voice filled with a respect and excitement that even he himself was unaware of.

"Captain Su! Kang Lei, the company commander of the reconnaissance company of the Iron Fist Regiment, has been ordered to provide support! Are we... too late?"

Su Chen slowly opened his eyes, stood up, looked at the travel-worn Kang Lei, and the familiar young faces behind him, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"It's not too late."

He dusted himself off and looked past Kang Lei toward the north where the Vietnamese army was fleeing.

"Perfect, we have enough manpower."

Kang Lei was taken aback: "You have enough manpower? You mean...?"

A flash of cold killing intent crossed Su Chen's eyes, but his words were casual and nonchalant, as if he were talking about a trivial matter like going to the cafeteria for a meal.

"After you finish cleaning here, rest for ten minutes."

"Then, let's take out their division headquarters while we're at it."