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

"And...by the way...take out their divisional command post?"

Conley felt that his hearing system might have malfunctioned from the earlier artillery barrage.

He looked at Su Chen's calm and collected face, then at the group of Iron Fist Regiment reconnaissance soldiers behind him who were tired but eager to try, and his mind went blank for a moment.

Brother, we're a reconnaissance company, not a strategic missile force. Take out a division command post? Just a side job? That's more fantastical than those nine dragons from before.

"Captain Su... Captain Su," Kang Lei stammered, struggling to find the words. "An enemy division command post must be heavily fortified, with defenses comparable to a fortress. Just the outer perimeter alone must be at least a reinforced regiment. We... we people, are we...?"

Isn't that a bit too little?

He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear. At most, they had less than two hundred men left from the three companies combined, many of whom were wounded. To try and storm a division command post with such a small force wasn't a battle; it was a mass extinction.

Su Chen glanced at him and said calmly, "People are never the key to determining the outcome of a war."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the group of soldiers behind him who were now almost blindly worshipping him, a smirk playing on his lips: "Besides, if you don't cut the weeds at the root, they'll grow back in the spring. We wiped out one of their battalions here today, but they can send another regiment tomorrow. Only by ripping out their 'brains' can we make them truly feel the pain."

These words were spoken casually, yet they exuded an undeniable domineering air.

Kang Lei fell silent. He couldn't refute it, because what Su Chen said was the simplest and most straightforward principle. However, this principle was simply impossible to implement in conventional military theory.

But is the person in front of you a regular person?

"Clean up the battlefield, collect the bodies of the fallen soldiers, and treat the wounded." Su Chen gave him no more time to think and issued the order directly, "We will continue our operation in half an hour."

"yes!"

Everyone sprang into action immediately, the atmosphere solemn yet efficient.

Liang Sanxi and Jin Kailai, along with their men, carefully lifted the bodies of the fallen soldiers of the Seventh Company onto stretchers, their movements solemn and gentle.

Meanwhile, Lei Keming, the cultural soldier whom Su Chen had specifically recruited into the team, was currently carrying his large first-aid kit, sweating profusely.

"No! This wounded soldier has lost too much blood and is in shock! He needs a blood transfusion immediately!"

"This shrapnel is too close to my heart, I dare not move!"

Lei Keming was sweating profusely with anxiety. He had a wealth of theoretical knowledge, but his limited clinical experience proved inadequate in the face of such horrific battlefield wounds.

Just then, a hand gently pressed on his shoulder.

Su Chen appeared behind him without him noticing. "Get out of the way."

Lei Keming instinctively stepped aside.

Su Chen crouched down, looking at the soldier from the Seventh Company who had gone into shock due to a ruptured femoral artery. He extended two fingers and swiftly pressed several acupoints near the soldier's wound.

A miraculous scene unfolded.

The wound, which was still bleeding profusely, stopped bleeding instantly!

Then, Su Chen pointed his fingers like a sword, and a wisp of gentle Sacred Heart Technique internal energy emanated from his fingertips, gently brushing over several major acupoints on the warrior's chest.

The soldier, whose heartbeat had already weakened due to shock, suddenly took a deep breath, his chest heaved violently, and a trace of color appeared on his paper-white face.

"This...this..." Lei Keming's glasses almost fell to the ground. He looked at his hands, then at Su Chen, and felt that the modern medicine he had studied had become a joke at this moment.

Ignoring his shock, Su Chen walked over to another critically wounded soldier who had been hit in the chest and abdomen by shrapnel and was on the verge of death. He pointed a few times to stabilize the soldier's vital signs, then took out a scalpel and tweezers from Lei Keming's first-aid kit and said calmly, "Prepare the sutures."

Amidst everyone's astonished gazes, Su Chen's hand remained as steady as a rock. Without anesthesia or a sterile environment, he removed the shrapnel from the wounded soldier's body with almost artistic precision, and then used his internal energy to circulate his qi and blood to seal the wound.

The entire process was smooth and efficient, taking only a few minutes.

The soldier, who had one foot in the grave, miraculously regained his composure.

"Alright, he won't die. Just take him back and let him rest." Su Chen stood up, dusted off his hands, as if he had only done a trivial matter.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

If the previous "Nine Manifestations of the Divine Dragon" was awe-inspiring and awe-inspiring, then this "Miraculous Healing" is an overwhelming act of divine grace, inspiring complete faith!

Lei Keming looked at Su Chen, his eyes filled with an indescribable fervor. He knelt down with a thud: "Captain Su! Please... please take me as your apprentice!"

Su Chen smiled and helped him up: "Let's save him first."

Just then, Jin Kailai and several soldiers from the Ninth Company came over, leading three Vietnamese prisoners who were bound hand and foot.

"Brother Chen! As you ordered, we captured three alive! This one seems to be an officer!" Jin Kailai grinned and kicked the leading Vietnamese officer in the back of the knee.

The officer was forced to kneel on the ground, but he still held his head high and roared in broken Chinese, "Kill me if you want! I won't say a word!"

"You're quite tough." Jin Kailai sneered, just about to resort to some tricks.

"I'll do it," Su Chen said, walking over.

He looked at the stubborn officer with a blank expression: "I need the exact location of your division command post, troop deployment, firepower configuration, and your division commander's personal activity schedule."

"Dream on! You'll never find out!" The officer spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

"Really?" Su Chen said dismissively.

He turned to Lei Keming and asked, "Do you have silver needles in your first-aid kit?"

Lei Keming was taken aback, then nodded subconsciously: "Yes... there is one box, it's for acupuncture to stimulate acupoints."

"Give it to me."

Lei Keming quickly handed over a box of brand-new silver needles.

Su Chen took out the thinnest one and twirled it between his fingertips.

Kang Lei, Gao Dazhuang, Liang Sanxi, and the others watched this scene with some confusion. What were they trying to do? Prick him with needles? Such physical pain would probably be of little use to a rigorously trained officer.

Su Chen squatted down and looked at the officer, his eyes as calm as a stagnant pool.

"I just saved my comrade, so I am a doctor," he said slowly. "As a doctor, I know the pathways of every nerve in the human body very well, and I know what kind of reaction will occur when I stimulate a certain area."

"for example……"

Before he finished speaking, the silver needle in his hand pierced an acupoint on the back of the officer's neck with lightning speed.

It didn't penetrate deeply; it only lightly pierced the surface of the skin.

The officer was taken aback at first, then his expression began to contort. He didn't scream, but his body began to tremble violently, the veins on his forehead bulging as if countless earthworms were wriggling under his skin. His eyes widened, his eyeballs bloodshot, as if they were about to burst from their sockets.

He tried to shout, but found that his throat felt like it was blocked with a wad of cotton, and he could only make a "hoarse...hoarse..." sound.

An indescribable, tingling, and itchy sensation, seemingly originating from the depths of his soul and a thousand times more terrifying than the most intense pain, instantly swept over his entire body!

He felt as if he had been thrown into a nest teeming with millions of ants, every inch of his flesh and every bone being frantically devoured!

This feeling is more terrifying than death!

Everyone present watched as the officer convulsed silently, foaming at the mouth, his face turning from red to green, then from green to purple, a chill running from the soles of their feet straight to the top of their heads.

That's...that's terrifying!

This is no longer an interrogation; this is the devil's method!

Kang Lei and Gao Dazhuang exchanged a glance, both seeing the horror in each other's eyes. They would rather face a thousand troops than endure even a second of such torment.

"Now, do you want to say it?" Su Chen's voice, like a demonic sound from the deepest hell, gently rang out.

He made a gesture as if he wanted to twist the silver needle a little more.

"I'll talk! I'll talk! I'll tell you everything! Please! Kill me! Kill me!"

The officer's psychological defenses crumbled completely in just a dozen seconds. Snot and tears streamed down his face as he frantically kowtowed, shouting out everything he knew like beans spilling from a bamboo tube.

Ten minutes later.

Su Chen pulled out the silver needles, and the officer collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud, completely exhausted.

Su Chen stood up, casually tossing away the still pristine silver needle, then turned to face his completely petrified comrades and commanders, and calmly said:

"The intelligence has been obtained."

"Now, who still thinks that taking down their divisional command post is a difficult task?"

The entire room fell silent.