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

Dragon Kingdom, capital city, supreme command center.

A meeting that should have been a routine battle situation analysis was now so quiet you could hear your heart pounding.

On the huge projection screen, video materials that Lei Zhenguo had urgently sent back were being played on a loop.

Nine golden dragons, each a hundred meters long, blasted a mountain into dust with overwhelming force.

A golden Buddha's hand, obscuring the sky, descended from the heavens, leaving a terrifying, bottomless palm print on the earth.

Seated around the long conference table were all Chinese generals with gold stars on their shoulders. Each of these men had commanded thousands of troops and possessed an unwavering will, but now, every single one of them was frozen in their seats as if they had been struck by lightning.

A general with gray hair, known as a "scholarly general in the army," subconsciously reached for his teacup, but his hand trembled so badly that he spilled tea everywhere.

He was completely unaware of what was happening; he was just staring intently at the screen, his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice hoarse.

"Old Lei's report said... this was done by... Su Chen, the grandson of Old Su's family?"

No one answered him.

Because no one knew how to answer.

"This...this is like a martial arts novel come to life?!" A lieutenant general, known for his fiery temper, slammed his fist on the table. The table was fine, but the back of his hand was red and swollen, though he didn't even feel the pain. "A soldier? This is something a soldier could do? This is clearly a strategic arsenal in human skin!"

"One man against a nation... the ancients were right!"

Finally, the man who had been sitting in the main seat, remaining silent the entire time, slowly put down the documents in his hands. His deep eyes revealed no emotion, only a calm sweep over everyone present.

"Comrades, we seem to have discovered a... completely new mode of warfare."

"Now that the dragon has appeared, we can no longer let it lie dormant in the shallows." The voice wasn't loud, but every word carried immense weight. "Immediately issue an order! Grant this young comrade named Su Chen the highest honor and the greatest authority!"

"We must not only make him a sharp blade, but also a totem of the spirit of our Dragon Nation's army!"

"Tell the front lines to meet all his demands at all costs!"

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A few days later, at the Wolf Fang Base.

An order, directly issued by the military and bearing the highest red seal, was personally delivered by Lei Zhenguo.

On the training ground, all the temporarily assembled troops stood in formation, creating a solemn atmosphere.

Lei Zhenguo stood on the high platform, opened the document, and his loud voice resounded throughout the entire base.

"...In view of Comrade Su Chen, a soldier of the 6th Company of the 524th Regiment, who demonstrated extraordinary combat ability and outstanding command skills in the Sino-Vietnamese War, single-handedly turned the tide of several key battles, saved hundreds of friendly troops, annihilated thousands of enemy troops, captured the enemy's main force division commander alive, and demonstrated the might of our army and the national prestige of our country..."

Below the stage, Kang Lei's eyelids twitched uncontrollably, and he mentally screamed: This is called "demonstrating extraordinary combat ability"? This is more like a god descending to earth! This commendation order is far too conservative!

Lei Zhenguo's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"After deliberation by the Standing Committee of the Military Headquarters, and with special approval from the highest level: Comrade Su Chen is promoted to the rank of Lieutenant Colonel in the Army, enjoying the待遇 (treatment/benefits) of a deputy regimental commander! Effective immediately!"

These words caused an uproar in the room!

"Lieutenant Colonel...?"

"Did I hear that right? From private to lieutenant colonel? In just one month?"

"Good heavens, I served in the army for eight years and only managed to become a third-class sergeant..."

"Shh! Keep your voice down! You think you can compare to a god?"

Gao Dazhuang grinned, nudged Liang Sanxi beside him with his elbow, and whispered, "Old Liang, saw that? I told you Su Chen wasn't an ordinary person. Now you believe me, right? He's a deputy regimental commander. From now on, we'll all have to call him 'Commander' when we see him!"

Liang Sanxi tried to maintain his serious company commander image with a straight face, but the smile he couldn't suppress at the corners of his mouth betrayed him.

Lei Zhenguo's voice continued.

"Furthermore, the 'Dragon Soul' Special Assault Team is being formed, with Lieutenant Colonel Su Chen as its first captain, possessing the authority to act freely on the battlefield! Some core members of the original Wolf Fang Reconnaissance Squad, Ninth Company, Seventh Company, and Iron Fist Regiment Reconnaissance Company are officially incorporated into the 'Dragon Soul' Assault Team!"

Upon hearing this name, the breathing of Gao Dazhuang, Liang Sanxi, Kang Lei, Miao Zhiyuan, and others instantly became heavy.

They knew they would become the creators of history, following a living legend to forge a new mythical era!

"Comrades Gao Dazhuang, Liang Sanxi, Kang Lei, Chief of Staff Fang, Lei Kaihua, and Jin Kailai, who performed outstandingly in this operation, are also awarded a Special Merit and promoted one rank each!"

"Comrade Lei Keming, with composure in the face of danger, demonstrated outstanding military skills and battlefield adaptability, making him an excellent candidate for special operations. With the approval of the military region, he is hereby transferred to the Wolf Fang Combat Unit as an operations staff officer, participating in the planning and command of subsequent military operations!"

Lei Keming suddenly raised his head, pushed up his glasses, looked at the dignified Commander Lei on the stage, and then turned to look at Su Chen beside him who was nodding to him. A surge of emotion rushed to his eyes.

He knew that from this moment on, his life would be completely different.

The commendation ceremony has concluded.

Inside the command post, a strong, foul odor permeated the air.

Nguyen Van Quang slumped in his chair, his eyes unfocused, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, looking as if his bones had been removed.

Under the mental pressure of Su Chen, who was at the Grandmaster level, he confessed everything, not only military secrets, but also the story of how he peeked at the neighbor's widow taking a bath when he was three years old.

Chief of Staff Fang and Lei Keming, holding the intelligence he dictated, continuously marked it on the huge sand table, and a detailed strategic map behind enemy lines quickly took shape.

"Xiao Chen, this is the latest mission issued by the military."

Lei Zhenguo handed a document to Su Chen, his eyes more serious than ever before.

"Based on the intelligence you provided, the military has formulated a decapitation and sabotage plan codenamed 'Scalpel.' And you and your 'Dragon Soul' are the sharpest scalpel in this operation."

"Your mission is to lead your team, like a ghostly blade, into the heart of the enemy. Destroy their radar stations, blow up their ammunition depots, cut their supply lines, and kill their commanders! Paralyze their war machine completely, with the fastest speed and the least cost!"

Lei Zhenguo looked at Su Chen with barely suppressed anticipation in his eyes.

"This war should end. Put a period to it in your own way."

Su Chen took the document, his gaze sweeping over the "high-value targets" marked in bright red, his eyes calm as still water.

He stood up and walked towards the door.

Outside the door, under the sunlight, Gao Dazhuang, Liang Sanxi, Kang Lei, Miao Zhiyuan... all the founding members of the "Dragon Soul" commando team were fully armed and ready to go.

Their eyes were no longer those of soldiers, but rather those of a pack of awakened beasts, filled with a thirst for blood and absolute confidence in victory.

Looking at this group of battle-hardened soldiers whom he had personally "mentored," Su Chen spoke calmly, without any pre-battle mobilization or grand pronouncements.

"Notify logistics to prepare a victory celebration banquet."

Everyone was taken aback.

Gao Dazhuang was the first to react. He slapped his thigh and shouted excitedly, "Got it! Let's book the celebration banquet before we leave! Brother Chen is awesome!"

Kang Lei rolled his eyes speechlessly, but his passion was completely ignited by those words.

They haven't even set out yet, but their triumphant return is already assured.

What confidence! What domineering presence!

Su Chen's gaze swept over the crowd, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Set off."

"yes!"

The roar was like thunder, shaking the heavens.

This "Blade of God," carrying the hopes of the Dragon Kingdom, is like an ancient behemoth that has broken free of all shackles, embarking on its journey once again.

This time, their goal is no longer rescue, nor is it a counterattack.

Rather—end this war!

When a sword is drawn, its sharp edge will cause the entire world to tremble!