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

The fine raindrops resembled endless sorrow.

The mountain pass could no longer be called a battlefield; it was more like a slaughterhouse crushed by a giant beast.

Fifty Dragonblood Warriors lay scattered among the corpses, silent as iron. Their black combat uniforms, washed by the rain, were dripping not with mud, but with thin beads of blood.

The pungent, nauseating stench of blood, mixed with the smell of gunpowder and earth, stubbornly lingered in the air, seeping into everyone's nostrils.

Li Weiguo and his three surviving brothers leaned against the cold rocks.

A medic from the Wolf Fang guerrilla unit, his face still bearing the innocence of youth, was treating his comrade's leg wound with dazzling speed. His movements were precise, without a single wasted effort; it didn't seem like bandaging, but rather like assembling a finely crafted component.

"Bear with it, the bullet fragments have been removed, you won't die." The medic's voice was young and calm, as if the bloody battle just now was just an ordinary exercise.

The wounded young armed policeman gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and didn't utter a sound. He just stared intently at the medic, then at the black figures standing like javelins not far away, his eyes filled with a mixture of intense pain, shock, and an almost fanatical worship.

Li Weiguo mechanically gnawed on the compressed biscuit, which was dry and hard, making his throat ache, but he couldn't feel it.

His gaze swept over the mess on the ground.

He knew many of them.

The man whose chest caved in after being punched was a minor leader of the caravan, nicknamed "Mad Dog," who yesterday had been clamoring to use the skull of an armed policeman as a wine glass.

The heavy machine gunner who was twisted into a pretzel was the most heavily armed point of the caravan. One of my brothers was riddled with holes by that machine gun.

Now, they have all turned into cold, inhuman pieces of flesh.

In less than five minutes.

Li Weiguo's heart felt like it was being squeezed, both sore and swollen. He felt grief for his fallen comrades, yet also a twisted sense of pleasure at having avenged a great wrong.

Is this our country's trump card?

It turns out that in the place where these border guards built the Great Wall with their blood and flesh, there was a group of gods and demons capable of destroying the world hidden behind the Great Wall.

sense of security?

No, this goes beyond the realm of a sense of security.

This is an absolute deterrent that would make any enemy think twice about how many lives they have before setting foot on this land!

A figure walked up to him, blocking the dim light.

It was the man in the lead.

He handed me a military water bottle.

"Have some; it contains glucose and electrolytes."

The voice was emotionless, yet very gentle.

"Thank you..." Li Weiguo said hoarsely as he took the gift and tilted his head back to gulp it down.

The warm liquid slid into his stomach, dispelling some of the chill and making his almost numb heart start beating again.

"My name is Yan Zhong, and I'm the commander of this operation." The man sat down beside him, raindrops dripping from the edge of his helmet. "I need to know everything about the 'Ma family,' the more detailed the better."

Li Weiguo took a deep breath, the stench of blood making him cough. He forcibly suppressed his surging emotions and revealed, bit by bit, all the intelligence they had obtained at the cost of their lives over the past few years.

"The Ma family, father and son, Ma Shichang and Ma Yunfei."

"Ma Shichang is an old fox, he crawled out of the piles of corpses in the Golden Triangle, he's cunning and has no bottom line. He knows the mountains and forests in this area better than his own backyard."

"His son, Ma Yunfei, is the real trouble. He's in his twenties, studied special operations at a military academy in the US. I heard he's even more insane than his father. We almost caught Ma Shichang several times, but he always managed to escape with his men using bizarre tactics. The Ma family's recent expansion, and this time... the killing of my brothers, were all orchestrated by him."

Yan Zhong listened quietly without saying a word, but his fingers tapped rhythmically on his tactical knee pads, making a dull "tap-tap" sound.

"What about the armed forces?"

"The core group of 300 fighters are all hardened criminals with blood on their hands. Besides them, they also have an ace unit." Li Weiguo's face darkened. "A mercenary squad of about 30 men, all retired US special forces. Our best scouts were killed before they even caught a glimpse of them. Snipers, demolition experts, jungle warfare specialists—they have it all."

"Not to mention weaponry and equipment," Li Weiguo chuckled self-deprecatingly, "they're better at the US army's methods than anyone else. We strongly suspect that the US is behind them."

"The location of the lair." Yan Zhong's knocking stopped.

"Understood." Li Weiguo took out a map from the waterproof bag on his chest, which was slightly softened by sweat and rain.

On the map, a menacing circle drawn with a red marker stands out starkly.

"'Devil's Jaw,' is what the locals call it. It's a karst landscape with only one entrance, flanked by sheer cliffs on both sides. They've laid minefields and crossfire points at the valley entrance, along with a multitude of sentries and bunkers. Trying to storm it from the front would be impossible; you'd need to bleed people dry."

Yan Zhong took the map, turned on his tactical flashlight, and leaned closer to study it carefully.

His fingers slowly traced the area called "Devil's Jaw".

A team member codenamed "Judge" came over, glanced at the map, looked at Li Weiguo, and chuckled, "Thirty retired special forces soldiers from the US? Sounds impressive, but I wonder if they're tough enough, enough for the fifty of us to share."

These words, spoken so nonchalantly, inexplicably brought a sense of relief to Li Weiguo and his soldiers.

Yes, what are US special forces compared to these monsters?

After a long while, Yan Zhong raised his head, turned off his flashlight, and his gaze fell on Li Weiguo.

"Are you still capable of fighting?"

Li Weiguo was stunned.

He glanced at his wounded brothers beside him. Although they were disheveled and exhausted, their eyes were rekindled with fire upon hearing his words.

Li Weiguo straightened his back abruptly and roared with all his might, "Reporting, Commander! There are no cowards among us border guards! As long as we have a breath left, we will fight!"

"it is good."

Yan Zhong stood up, and that cold, absolute killing aura enveloped the entire room once again.

He turned around and faced the fifty team members behind him who were already fully prepared and ready to go.

"Everyone has it!"

"Target: 'Devil's Jaw'!"

"Conventional tactics are a waste of time here. Groups one and two, infiltrate from both sides of the cliff and clear out all the high points. Group three, follow me and charge in from the front. Group four, cover our retreat and eliminate any remaining enemies."

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"I want to end the battle before dawn."

Yan Zhong paused, his gaze sweeping over Li Weiguo and his soldiers. For the first time, something called "commitment" appeared in his cold eyes.

"As for Ma Shichang and Ma Yunfei..."

"I want to live."

"Leave no one alive! Let their blood console our fallen brothers!"

"Set off!"

At a command.

Fifty black ghostly figures, without making a sound, instantly dispersed into one another, like drops of ink falling into water, silently merging into the endless dark rainforest behind them.

Li Weiguo and the remaining three armed police officers, supporting each other, struggled to follow.

They were going to lead the way.

More importantly, they want to witness it with their own eyes.

Witness how this malignant tumor entrenched on the border was uprooted and crushed into dust by this divine army that descended from the sky!

A decapitation strike aimed straight at the heart of the enemy began in the dead of night amidst a torrential downpour.