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

The silent ruins were broken only by the wind whistling through the rubble, occasionally punctuated by the muffled thud of gravel sliding down, like the earth's low weeping. Even the occasional whimpers of survivors were quickly swallowed by the boundless darkness.

All around was pitch black, with only the moonlight occasionally struggling to tear through the clouds from the depths of the sky, casting a few pale rays that outlined the grotesque silhouette of the ruins.

On the ground, a few scattered flames flickered among the ruins of collapsed houses, the hope lit by survivors, but in vain they only stretched the shadow of despair longer and thicker.

After the earthquake struck, everything in the epicenter fell into a deathly silence. Government, fire, and police command centers lost all contact almost instantly. Communication lines were completely severed, and the command system was utterly paralyzed.

No one could organize an effective rescue; people could only struggle to save themselves based on instinct. However, faced with the overwhelming power of nature—landslides, collapsed houses, and raging mudslides—individual strength was as insignificant as an ant.

The survivors, their faces numb and stained with blood, dug futilely through the cold ruins. Their hands were already torn and bleeding, all in an effort to wring out their loved ones from the shackles of reinforced concrete.

But more often than not, what is unearthed is only a cold, stiff corpse, or a deeper layer of despair.

The entire area seemed to have been abandoned by death, plunged into an abyss of chaos and despair, where not even the faintest glimmer of hope could penetrate.

There was no one to organize it, nor the power to organize it. Faced with the overwhelming force of nature, the steel and concrete that humanity prides itself on are as fragile as tofu. The mudslide violently cut off the mountain road, and the entire mountain landslide razed the village to the ground.

Those who survived could only rely on their most primal survival instincts to struggle and save themselves.

A middle-aged man knelt on the ruins, frantically digging at the blood-stained bricks with his bare hands. His fingernails were long since torn and peeled off, his ten fingers a bloody mess, blood mixed with mud covering his entire palms. He paid no attention to it, stubbornly and repeatedly murmuring his daughter's tender name.

A few meters away, an elderly man with gray hair sat blankly beside a half-collapsed roof, clutching a torn cloth tiger tightly in his arms. The old man's eyes were already dry, his tears seemed to have been drained in an instant, and only a silent wheezing came from his throat.

All the survivors had faces stained with blood and dust, their expressions blank and numb. Without the support of heavy machinery, moving the heavy floorboards by hand was simply unrealistic. With the slightest effort, the precarious load-bearing wall above could shift further.

They often struggle to dig out a narrow crevice, only to pull out cold, stiff corpses.

Despair pervaded the air.

With the road ahead blocked and rescue seemingly impossible, deep underground, the energy of aftershocks continues to build, and every tremor of the earth could potentially take away several lives that have just begun to ignite a glimmer of hope.

In the midst of this deathly silence and despair, a muffled rumble suddenly came from the depths of the night sky.

The tremor did not originate from underground, but rather from the distant upper atmosphere.

The middle-aged man who had been digging through the bricks with his bare hands stopped. He braced his hands on the rubble and struggled to lift his head. In his empty, lifeless eyes, a few fleeting white wisps were faintly reflected, much like clouds.

But that wasn't a cloud; it was a parachute.

Dense array of parachutes, each carrying a square metal supply crate, were slowly drifting down with the high-altitude air currents. Even more chilling were the countless rapidly falling black dots accompanying these white parachutes.

As the distance closed, the black dot gradually became clearer, revealing an incredible outline.

Those were individual figures.

They weren't using any parachutes; they were completely naked, plummeting straight down from an altitude of ten thousand meters. Their speed was astonishing, yet when they were hundreds of meters above the ground, a strange white vortex appeared beneath their feet.

They ingeniously neutralized this terrifying downward momentum, transforming it into smooth yet sharp dives.

Coincidentally, the moonlight broke through the clouds at that very moment, casting its light upon these figures and illuminating their dark green camouflage uniforms.

And, the bright red flag on their left arm fluttering in the night sky!

"The People's Liberation Army...it's the People's Liberation Army!"

A piercing, almost manic shout instantly tore through the deathly silence of the night. The voice was filled with unbelievable ecstasy and the shock of surviving a catastrophe.

"It's the army! Our troops have arrived!"

"They came down from heaven to save us! We're saved! We're really saved!"

These roars, like the dawn breaking through the dark clouds, instantly awakened all those who had fallen into despair. The survivors looked up, and the light in their eyes, which had been blinded by despair, was ignited at this moment by an unprecedented and overwhelming hope!

They saw countless figures in the night sky, like gods descending from mythology, and the modern rescue equipment carried by those white parachutes. Everyone was overwhelmed with emotion, tears streaming down their muddy faces.

They knew they were saved! The nation had never abandoned them!

However, the way this army arrived was too awe-inspiring and beyond imagination! It was like a living miracle descending upon the wasteland of humanity!

"laugh!"

With a barely audible whirring sound, Su Chen, carrying Du Feifei and Long Xiaoyun, landed steadily in an open area next to a pile of ruins, as light as a feather.

Behind him, nearly five thousand Kunlun soldiers also landed silently. They were as light as a feather, landing without raising a speck of dust or making any extra sound.

Su Chen gently set Du Feifei and Long Xiaoyun down. The two quickly straightened their combat uniforms, and their eyes met, understanding each other perfectly. This tacit understanding, honed through countless battles, suggested they had experienced similar situations countless times before.

"Assemble!" Su Chen's voice was loud and steady, piercing through the lingering cries and sobs in the ruins and clearly reaching the ears of every Kunlun soldier.

"yes!"

Nearly five thousand Kunlun warriors instantly converged before Su Chen like a tide drawn by an invisible hand, forming neat, silent ranks. Their camouflage combat uniforms appeared particularly somber in the night, and each of them exuded a powerful aura forged in the crucible of war. However, this former ferocity was now completely suppressed, replaced by a deep sense of oppression and an urgent, impatient sense of mission.

Su Chen's gaze swept over the orderly ranks, and his voice rang out again, carrying an unquestionable authority that echoed across this land that had survived the catastrophe.

"Tall and strong!"

"Here!" The tall, strong man in the first row strode forward, his posture as straight as a pine tree and his eyes as sharp as torches.

Su Chen pointed to the main road to the south, which was half-buried by a mountain, and ordered in a deep voice, "Take your men to the south. Dig by hand or use your inner strength to move things, you must clear that road! The key to getting the heavy machinery and local rescue teams up here is that road. If the road is blocked, a lifeline cannot be established!" He paused briefly, then added, "Also, select a team to find an open area as soon as possible to set up tents, make fires for warmth, and prioritize the resettlement of the injured and trapped villagers!"

"Lei Kaihua, Liang Sanxi!"

"Here!" the two officers responded in unison, their voices strong and clear.

"You'll be taking over the central square area of ​​the county town. That area used to be a shopping mall and school, and it has the largest volume of collapsed material, with particularly complex reinforced concrete structures. All heavy-duty cutting machines are in the airdrop crates; retrieve them and put them into use. If you encounter load-bearing walls that the cutting machines can't handle, use your internal energy to cut them directly!" Su Chen's eyes were sharp as he emphasized again, "Remember this strict order: before starting any demolition, you must use your internal energy to determine if there are any survivors deep within the rubble! Even if there's only a faint pulse, you must immediately stop the forced demolition and start carefully digging by hand! Anyone rescued should be handed over to the medical team immediately!"

"Jin Kailai!"

"arrive!"

"Set up a cordon immediately! The geological structure here has been completely altered, and aftershocks could strike at any moment. Secondary disasters are unpredictable! You and your men will guard the perimeter and closely monitor the direction of mudslides and the condition of the landslide-dammed lake. If any signs of landslides are detected, forcibly evacuate the surrounding residents! Anyone who doesn't cooperate, just carry them away!"

"Miao Zhiyuan!"

"arrive!"

"Your unit must immediately establish a communications command center and strive to restore communications with the outside world within half an hour! Prioritize ensuring that disaster information is uploaded to the central command as quickly as possible, and at the same time, establish emergency communication lines with surrounding military regions as soon as possible!"

"yes!"

"Feifei!"

"I'm here!" Du Feifei stepped forward upon hearing the voice, her face filled with determination and resolve, her eyes showing no fear whatsoever.

"You are responsible for setting up the field medical station, organizing medical personnel, and providing emergency treatment to all rescued survivors to ensure their safety!"

"yes!"

Su Chen looked once more intently at Long Xiaoyun and all the soldiers in the ranks who had not yet been assigned tasks. His gaze swept over every face, his voice deep and powerful, carrying an unquestionable command.

"Everyone else, listen to my command!"

"Join me and Long Xiaoyun, and immediately enter the core disaster area to begin a full-scale search and rescue operation!"

"Remember, time is life! Use your utmost strength and fastest speed to seize every minute and every second, to save every precious life!"

"yes!"

A deafening roar shook the night sky, echoing through the endless ruins, proclaiming the arrival of hope.

The Kunlun soldiers, this "army of gods and demons" who usually hone their skills and prepare to intimidate powerful enemies, are now pouring their superhuman strength into a life-or-death battle against death!