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

The training grounds of the Wolf Fang Clan were filled with the deafening sounds of battle.

He Zhijun stood atop the tall command tower, holding a chipped enamel teacup. Steam rose from the rim, blurring his perpetually taut, square face.

His gaze passed over the ordinary soldiers sweating profusely below and finally landed on the elite training area that had been separated from the rest of the area.

Fifty figures are undergoing extreme training that can only be described as self-torture.

Each of their movements was faster than the naked eye could perceive, and every burst of force was accompanied by a muffled, thunderous sound. These young men were now He Zhijun's sharpest blade and his strongest trump card.

Fan Tianlei had also climbed up to the command tower at some point. He handed He Zhijun a cigarette, lit one for himself, took a deep drag, and exhaled the smoke as it was blown away by the wind.

"Old He, tell me, how far has that person... really gone?" Fan Tianlei's voice carried a kind of awe that he himself was unaware of.

Some outdated technologies and basic techniques were enough to bring about a dramatic change in their troops. So, how unfathomable must Su Chen, the source of all this and the master of the sacred mountain Kunlun, be?

He Zhijun did not answer, but simply drank the hot tea in his cup in one gulp.

The scalding tea slid down his throat, bringing a burning sensation, but it couldn't quell the burning passion in his heart.

It is gratitude, and also an indescribable sense of relief.

He Zhijun had spent half his life in the military and had seen countless people, but he had never met anyone like Su Chen. Even though he was already standing on the clouds, looking down on all living beings, he still cared about his old subordinates. When there was something good, the first people he thought of were always the ones he had personally pulled out of the mire.

This affection is higher than the mountains and deeper than the sea.

Just then, the red encrypted phone in his pocket suddenly started beeping urgently.

He Zhijun's heart skipped a beat.

This phone is the military region commander's private line; it will never ring unless it is an extremely urgent matter.

He quickly answered the phone, and his face, which had been somewhat gentle just moments before, instantly became extremely serious.

"Commander!"

On the other end of the phone came the heavy, angry voice of the military region commander, and in the background, you could even hear the dull thud of documents being slammed onto the table.

"Comrade Zhijun, to make a long story short, something big has happened on the border!"

"The armed drug trafficking group codenamed 'Horse Caravan,' based in the southwestern border region, has been extremely active lately!"

"They not only opened a new smuggling route, but also continuously smuggled large quantities of new types of drugs into our mainland. In just two months, this has caused numerous serious incidents, posing an extremely serious threat to the lives and property of the people!"

The commander paused, suppressing his anger, and continued, "The comrades on the ground have done their utmost. However, the firepower of these drug traffickers is beyond their capabilities. According to our intelligence, this group not only possesses standard equipment from the United States, but also has mercenaries involved, making them extremely powerful."

"Just last night, a border police squad that we sent to carry out an infiltration and reconnaissance mission clashed with them, resulting in heavy casualties."

The commander paused for a moment, and He Zhijun could even hear the heavy breathing on the other end of the phone.

"Almost the entire army was wiped out!"

The last four words, like four nails, pierced He Zhijun's ears.

"After an emergency meeting, the military region's Party committee unanimously decided that this malignant tumor entrenched on our border must be eradicated with swift and decisive action!"

"For this mission, your Wolf Fang team was the first one that came to mind!"

The commander's voice became firm and powerful.

"Comrade Zhijun, your Wolf Fang team is the sharpest blade in our Southeast Military Region! Now, the country needs you, the people need you! I'm entrusting this toughest nut to you! Do you have the confidence to crack it down for me?!"

As He Zhijun listened to every word coming from the phone, the blood in his chest began to boil uncontrollably.

He could imagine the scene of those young armed police officers falling in pools of blood.

He could sense the commander's fervent expectations for Wolf Fang beneath his anger.

He suddenly straightened his back, and the reinforced concrete ground beneath his feet seemed to tremble slightly because of the chilling killing intent emanating from him.

"Reporting to the Commander!"

His voice, like a drawn sword, carried the sound of metal and stone.

"Mission accomplished!"

No unnecessary words, just these six words.

These six words carry more weight than any grand pronouncements!

"Okay! I'll wait for your good news!"

The phone hangs up.

He Zhixing turned around, his tiger-like eyes already filled with boundless rage and murderous intent. He gripped the iron railings of the control tower so tightly that they creaked, leaving deep finger marks.

"Old Fan!"

"exist!"

Fan Tianlei had already heard the whole story. He was shocked and didn't even notice that the cigarette butt burned his hand. He suddenly slammed the cigarette butt on the ground and his face was covered with frost.

"Pass the word down!" He Zhijun's voice was so cold it felt like ice shards could fall from it. "The entire 'Dragon Blood' squad, please!"

"Ten minutes! Within ten minutes, fully equipped and assembled at the airport!"

"A major military mission has commenced!"

"Anyone who dares to be even a second late will be court-martialed!"

"yes!"

Fan Tianlei accepted the order without hesitation, turned around and rushed down from the command tower, his roar already carrying out.

Looking down at the camp below, which had instantly become agitated by Fan Tianlei's roar, He Zhijun picked up the red phone again. This time, he dialed the logistics department.

As soon as the call connected, he roared, "Get me the armory! This is He Zhijun!"

"Immediately! Send all the most powerful equipment in our inventory to the airport!"

"What heavy machine guns? What grenade launchers? What anti-materiel sniper rifles? Dig out all our best-kept secrets!"

The logistics director on the other end of the phone was taken aback by the shout and instinctively asked, "Brigade Commander, isn't this...isn't this a bit too much noise? Who are we going to attack? Shouldn't we report this according to procedure?"

"Big?" He Zhijun sneered, his murderous intent almost piercing through the telephone line. "I think it's too small! What's the point of reporting it! This is an order personally given by the commander! Stop talking nonsense!"

"We need the largest caliber! We need the most bullets!"

"This time, I'm going to plow the fields!"

After saying that, he slammed down the phone.

He knew that this would be the first real combat debut for the "Dragon Blood" squad, a brand-new unit composed of "supermen"!

He wanted to show those reckless drug dealers, and all potential enemies, what he was capable of.

What terrifying beings will his Wolf Fang soldiers become after being given wings by Kunlun?

An overwhelming, one-sided revenge battle is about to begin!