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

On the return journey, the atmosphere inside the "Kunpeng" transport plane was completely different from that on the way there.

When it arrives, there is a sense of oppressive tension, like the impending storm, or the solemnity before a sword is drawn.

At this moment, the murderous aura that had been stretched to its limit had long since dissipated, leaving only the relaxation after a triumphant return and an irrepressible surge of excitement.

"Hey, I'm telling you, you guys just didn't see the final state of those bastards in the US!"

Shi Sanba had the loudest voice and was the first to lose his temper. He plopped down on the equipment box, gesturing wildly with his hands and spitting everywhere.

"Especially that old cat, what's his name? His crotch got wet twice! I saw it clearly with my night vision goggles! Tsk tsk, that pathetic sight, he's not even as good as the cowardly cat downstairs that gets beaten up by the big orange cat next door and avoids it like the plague!"

The crude yet vivid metaphor instantly ignited a burst of laughter in the cabin.

"You still have the nerve to say that?" Yu Fei sat cross-legged in a corner, his eyes closed, his fingers unconsciously tracing lines in the air, as if wiping a non-existent sword. He didn't even lift his eyelids, his voice as cold as ice shards, "Just now, you were the loudest one in the whole place, like a wild dog that hadn't eaten for three days seeing a bone. You've completely disgraced the brigade commander."

"Hey! You deadpan, can't you speak like a human being!" Shi Sanba exploded on the spot, jumped up from the box, pointed at Yu Fei's nose, "What I call that is 'war cry,' do you understand? Psychological warfare! Momentum! It's to completely crush the enemy on a spiritual level! Unlike some people, who fight like they're going to a funeral, not uttering a sound, as if they're afraid others won't know they've been constipated for three days."

"Say it again?"

Yu Fei slowly opened his eyes a crack.

A barely perceptible yet extremely sharp aura flashed past his fingertips, even leaving a faint white mark on the cabin wall.

"Ahem!"

Leng Feng, unable to bear it any longer, coughed twice, interrupting the two clowns' daily routine, which they performed eight times a day. "Alright, save your energy. What Sanba said makes sense. The US spent so much money, with genetic modification and mechanical implants, to create that lump of metal, and we dismantled it in no time. Indeed..."

He paused, a playful smile appearing on his face. "Not quite enough."

"You're right!" Another team member, nicknamed Wrench, chimed in. He was a tech geek, but his cheeks were flushed with excitement. "I just got the exoskeleton's power up to 80%, thinking of stretching my muscles, and before I even broke a sweat, Captain Long called it a day! That thing was just for show. Besides being thick-skinned, it wasn't very smart, its movements were stiff, and it was full of flaws!"

"Do you think those old men at the US Department of Defense would have a stroke if they saw their 'super soldiers,' whom they'd spent hundreds of billions of dollars on and hyped up to the skies, being utterly crushed by us like punching bags in a newbie village?"

"Hahaha, I think it'll work! I can already picture their faces, like they've just lost their own fathers!"

The cabin was filled with a long-lost sense of joy.

For these transformed Kunlun warriors, this battle was less a life-or-death struggle and more a thoroughly enjoyable test of their strength.

That absolute, overwhelming victory filled everyone with a sense of pride as a member of Kunlun.

However, this cheerful atmosphere did not last long.

Someone, between bursts of laughter, muttered something softly, as if to themselves.

"What a pity for the brothers at Outpost No. 81..."

hum.

It sounded like someone had pressed the mute button.

All the laughter abruptly stopped.

Silence fell once again in the cabin. It was a silence that could suffocate you.

The joy of victory was completely overshadowed at this moment by a shadow called "sacrifice".

They remembered the mutilated remains and those faces that were too young.

Yes, they won.

However, those twenty-three vibrant lives will never come back.

The team members, who had just been beaming with excitement, froze, their smiles slowly fading. They clenched their fists, their knuckles turning white.

Forget about it.

Long Xiaoyun's clear, cold voice broke the deathly silence.

She stood up from her command post, walked to the center of the group, and looked around at each team member. Her gaze was no longer the sharpness of the battlefield, but rather a deep and thoughtful expression.

Sadness and anger are useless. These emotions solve nothing.

"What we can do for them is to swallow all this grief and resentment, turn it into fuel, ignite the fire in our hearts, and make us stronger."

Her gaze, like a warm carving knife, swept across the faces of each team member, her voice firm and resolute.

"We have avenged ourselves. Every enemy who crossed our borders has been reduced to ashes, not a single one spared. The nation will not fail any hero who sacrificed their life for the country. They can rest in peace."

"And we, the survivors, bear an even heavier responsibility."

"This enemy is merely a stone thrown out by the US to test our strength. In the future, we will face more, stronger, and even more unpredictable enemies. We have no time to wallow in self-pity here."

"Once we get back, everyone must submit a detailed report, down to the punctuation, detailing the entire battle, our experiences, every attack pattern we encountered, and every weakness of the enemy! This intelligence, gained at the cost of our lives, must be shared with every comrade in the base, so they know what our future enemy looks like! This will give them a better chance of survival when they go to the battlefield!"

"yes!"

This time, everyone's response was hoarse, yet it carried a resolute determination forged in fire.

The confusion and sorrow in his eyes were replaced by a rekindled, even more fervent fighting spirit.

Long Xiaoyun is right.

They are Kunlun! They are the sharpest sword hanging over the Dragon Kingdom's head!

A sword should not be consumed by sorrow.

A sword should only be constantly stained with blood and constantly honed to become stronger and sharper!

So that next time the country and the people need them, they can crush all invading enemies with overwhelming force!

"Buzz—"

The transport plane shuddered slightly and began to descend slowly.

Outside the porthole, the familiar, mysterious mountain range, shrouded in mist year-round, appeared in view like a sleeping dragon.

Kunlun, we've arrived.

Just then, the specially made communicator on Long Xiaoyun's wrist vibrated slightly and lit up with a soft blue light.

It's Su Chen.

She went to a secluded corner, away from everyone's sight, and made the call.

Su Chen's familiar and warm voice flowed out like a clear spring.

"You're back?"

"Yes, just entered the field." Long Xiao-Yun's voice had softened considerably without her even realizing it, and the sharpness that belonged to a commander had been quietly concealed.

"You've worked hard. The victory celebration banquet is ready, just waiting for your triumphant return." Su Chen's voice carried a hint of a smile. He paused, then changed the subject, "Oh, by the way, there's a 'delivery' that just arrived from the Southwest Military Region. It's said to be 'local specialties' sent by Commander Shi. It specifically requests that our Medical Department Director, Comrade Du Feifei, personally sign for it. Tell Feifei to be prepared, don't be startled."

Long Xiaoyun was slightly taken aback, then couldn't help but laugh. She glanced back at the huge ice sculpture in the warehouse, which was fixed in place by special materials.

It seems that Shi Qingsong acted even faster than she had imagined.

This iron-fisted commander of the Southwest Military Region was clearly eager to hand over this hot potato, or rather, this huge treasure, to Kunlun.

"Okay, I understand," she replied softly, and hung up the call.

One dared to give, and the other dared to receive.

If Feifei, this medical genius, saw this perfect research subject, she would probably be so happy that she wouldn't be able to sleep for three days and three nights.

I wonder what kind of interesting expression she'll have when she discovers that this "delivery" is still breathing.