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

With Miao Zhiyuan's troops successfully setting up a satellite communication base station and establishing a stable connection with the Central Military Commission's command center, the darkness in the epicenter region was torn away. At the highest command headquarters in Beijing, countless eyes were glued to the large screen, their anxious heartbeats seemingly pounding in unison with the urgent reports.

Miao Zhiyuan personally reported the initial disaster situation to his superior: "Reporting to the superior, the epicenter is in H County, Sichuan Province, and dozens of surrounding towns. It is estimated that more than 90% of the buildings in the county town have collapsed, and the surrounding villages have suffered heavy losses. Roads are completely cut off, communications are paralyzed, and water and electricity facilities are almost completely destroyed. Preliminary estimates indicate that the number of casualties is higher than expected."

He paused for a moment, then spoke with fervor: "But the Kunlun Division has already launched rescue operations. Gao Dazhuang's troops have cleared several sections of the county's main roads and are setting up temporary camps. Comrade Feifei's field medical station has treated a large number of wounded soldiers with remarkable results. Division Commander Su is leading the main force deep into the core disaster area to search for survivors with astonishing efficiency!"

Inside the command center, the oppressive atmosphere suddenly eased. The power of the 8.0 magnitude earthquake far exceeded everyone's expectations; every piece of data flashing on the screen was breathtaking. But the report from the Kunlun Division was like a lightning bolt piercing through the thick fog, bringing unprecedented exhilaration. Several generals took turns looking at the rudimentary video feed that had just connected to the large screen, their tired faces gleaming with hope.

The commander ordered in a deep voice: "Comrade Miao Zhiyuan, your unit will immediately deploy military drones to conduct a panoramic scan of the epicenter area, accurately determining the affected area, population distribution, and damage levels in various townships! Simultaneously, record and transmit back the Kunlun Division's rescue experience and methods in detail to guide subsequent rescue efforts!"

"yes!"

Miao Zhiyuan hung up the phone and immediately directed technicians to deploy multiple high-performance drones. Equipped with state-of-the-art infrared thermal imaging and life detection capabilities, these drones quickly took to the air, their buzzing barely audible in the night. They dispersed like a flock of eagles, conducting a comprehensive scan of the land ravaged by natural disaster.

On the display screen, a series of comprehensive images of the disaster gradually became clear. The county town resembled a cookie tin trampled by a giant beast, utterly devastated. The traces of landslides were shocking; mud and sand poured down, covering patches of lush green valleys. The faint signs of life captured by infrared thermal imaging were like candlelight in the wind, weak but real. The disaster was more severe than expected, but thanks to Kunlun's precise detection, it was no longer so hopeless. Every point of light, every collapse, became a concrete rescue target.

Based on this initial information, Su Chen quickly adjusted the rescue deployment. He stood on a relatively high ground, the night wind blowing his camouflage uniform, his gaze deep, as if he could pierce through the darkness and see the scars on this land.

"Lei Kaihua, Liang Sanxi!" Su Chen issued the order over the radio, his voice steady and powerful, devoid of any unnecessary emotion. "According to the drone scan results, three villages northwest of the county seat have been completely buried by mudslides, with very weak signs of life. You two will immediately lead teams there, prioritizing search and rescue efforts, and be aware of the risk of secondary disasters!"

"yes!"

Lei Kaihua and Liang Sanxi accepted the order. No longer confined to the county town, the Kunlun soldiers began to spread to a wider area. Lei Kaihua led the team, which moved swiftly through the rugged mountain paths. Along the way, they discovered several makeshift houses destroyed by mudslides and immediately dispatched men to conduct preliminary searches. On the muddy ground, the soldiers moved with agility, each step carrying explosive power. They used their inner strength to break apart the loose soil, the mountain wind whistling in their ears, their noses filled with the smell of mud and moisture. Huge boulders were moved by hand, and broken logs were pushed to the side of the road. Rescue was not just about searching, but also about creating the conditions for rescue as quickly as possible on this shattered land.

Liang Sanxi led another team straight to a more distant valley. There, in a low-lying area, drone footage showed a massive landslide had covered the entire village. When they arrived, the scene was chilling. Mud had solidified into small mounds, their surfaces strewn with broken wood, shattered tiles, and occasionally, a corner of clothing or farm tools. Life had been utterly buried. Without hesitation, the soldiers launched a thorough search. They followed the edge of the mudflow, using their senses to probe for any life beneath. Digging tools were thrown onto the mud, and soon, fluctuations of their inner energy stirred the mud, carving narrow passages beneath the once-solid soil. Every sign of life they discovered unleashed astonishing power from these tough men.

On the other side, Jin Kailai's unit was responsible for coordinating the resettlement of survivors. In the flat area cleared by Gao Dazhuang's unit, a temporary camp was set up quite efficiently. Large military tents rose one after another, and bright emergency lights illuminated the camp. Supplies were distributed in an orderly manner; the Kunlun soldiers, dressed in camouflage, looked more like a group of experienced camp managers. Jin Kailai personally directed the operation, his tall figure moving through the crowd, his voice deep and infectious. He knew that the first step in post-disaster reconstruction was to stabilize morale. He organized the surviving young men to help set up tents and distribute food, allowing them to regain hope through self-rescue.

A woman holding a child tearfully accepted the hot water and compressed biscuits Jin Kailai offered. She tried to say thank you, her voice hoarse. Jin Kailai gently patted her shoulder, not as a word of comfort, but as if transferring strength. His deep voice reached her ears: "Sister-in-law, as long as you're alive, your family can be rebuilt. Survival is the greatest hope." The woman's body trembled, her arms tightening around her child, and her tears, no longer filled with despair, gained a touch of warmth.

Su Chen and Long Xiaoyun continued deeper into the ruins. Wherever they went, they cleared passages through the rubble, rescuing one buried life after another. Their figures were the most conspicuous presence in the ruins, the center of the rescue operation.

In the ruins of a collapsed elementary school building, Su Chen sensed dozens of faint, densely packed life forms. These life forms were so young and innocent that his heart skipped a beat—they were children! Without hesitation, he rushed into the ruins. Long Xiaoyun followed closely behind, her expression equally grave.

The school building's remains were twisted and deformed, with reinforced concrete tangled together, forming a massive death trap. Torn backpacks, scattered pencils, and trampled notebooks silently testified to the haste and chaos of the disaster. Rescue efforts were extremely difficult; moving even a single precast slab could trigger a larger collapse.

"Xiaoyun, over here!" Su Chen pointed to an area that was tightly pressed down by precast concrete slabs, and below, the cries of a child could be heard intermittently.

Long Xiaoyun understood. She channeled her inner strength, her palm radiating a sharp gust of wind. With a low shout, "Cloud-Dispelling Palm!" she unleashed a powerful palm strike, the wind howling, the violent energy tearing directly at the heavy precast concrete slab. Concrete debris flew everywhere, and the reinforcing bars screeched as they rubbed together. The massive slab was lifted off its original position, revealing a narrow gap.

Amidst the swirling dust, Su Chen immediately bent down and began clearing away the rubble bit by bit with his hands. His movements were gentle, and he softly called out, "Little one, is anyone there? Hang in there!" His voice pierced through the deathly silence of the ruins, carrying a special kind of comforting power.

A faint sobbing sound came from below, followed by several clearer shouts: "Uncle, we're here!"

"Yes! There's a child!" Su Chen's heart leaped with joy. He carefully pulled a child from under a desk. The child was covered in blood, his face smeared with dust and tears, but he was conscious. He handed the child to Long Xiaoyun, who quickly examined his injuries. She skillfully used Kunlun's unique techniques, channeling her inner energy to relieve the child's pain and stabilize his vital signs before handing him over to the medical staff behind them.

One by one, the children were rescued from the rubble. Some were protected by desks, others hid in corners, miraculously surviving. But deep within the ruins, an even fainter breath lingered.

"There are a few more, further inside," Su Chen said to Long Xiaoyun, his tone firm. He stretched out his hand, his true energy like a tangible drill, slowly penetrating the cracks beneath the precast slab. Soil and rubble were silently shattered by his energy, the collapsed structure seemingly parting before this force. He used this near-clairvoyant method to sense every obstacle; every movement was precise and efficient, avoiding causing secondary harm to those trapped.

Under Su Chen's guidance, Long Xiaoyun used her palm strikes to stabilize the crumbling structure from the outside, preventing a secondary collapse. Each of her palm strikes demonstrated exquisite control of power, clearing a path without causing any damage. She continuously cleared the surrounding obstacles, creating a safer and more spacious rescue area for Su Chen.

"Hold on, we're here!" Su Chen's voice rang out again, this time with a hint of strength, rekindling a tiny flame in the hearts of the children trapped under the rubble, hearts that had been filled with despair. He finally touched a child trapped under a concrete slab, using his arms to support the heavy slab before gently pulling out the terrified little life.

The rescued child, tears of fear streaming down his face, clung tightly to Su Chen's clothes, unwilling to let go. Su Chen gently comforted him, the warmth in his eyes contrasting sharply with the coldness of the ruins. He carefully handed the child to Long Xiaoyun, who gently stroked the child's forehead, speaking softly until medical personnel arrived to take over.

Time ticked by, and the soldiers of Kunlun worked tirelessly. They were the sparks of hope, igniting this land of despair. Faced with the relentless cruelty of natural disaster, they used superhuman strength to compose a hymn to life. In this race against death, every life saved was the most powerful counterattack against the disaster, and a solemn promise to this long-suffering land.