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

When that beam of sunlight, symbolizing life and hope, pierced through the heavy top floor of the shelter and shone directly into the dark underground space, the entire shelter fell into a deathly silence.

All the trapped people stared blankly upwards. Their mouths were slightly open, their breaths seemed frozen, as if they had forgotten to breathe. Their eyes, which had been exceptionally sensitive in the long darkness, were now stung painfully by the sudden beam of light. No one closed their eyes; everyone greedily and silently accepted that long-awaited gift.

"Light..." a hoarse voice trembled, as if someone buried deep in the earth for too long was seeing the light of day for the first time. Then, with all his might, he roared, "It's light!"

As soon as the words were spoken, thunderous cheers and cries erupted within the shelter. It was the despair that had been suppressed for days, teetering on the brink of collapse, that was utterly torn apart, broken free of its shackles, and released in this moment.

"We're saved! We're really saved!"

"The People's Liberation Army is here! Thank God! Thank the People's Liberation Army!"

Cries, laughter, cheers, and prayers of gratitude mingled into a torrent, like a hot spring erupting from the depths of the earth, filled with a soul-stirring power. They embraced each other, weeping, as if trying to wash away the fear and despair of the past few days through this moment of release.

Above the cave entrance, Su Chen and the other Kunlun soldiers looked at the group of people inside the shelter who were excited to the point of frenzy, and their faces showed a relieved smile, with a hint of relief after exhaustion.

Gao Dazhuang observed the surging crowd below, a worry creeping onto his face. "Commander, they're too excited. This could easily cause a stampede." Buried underground for days, suffering from hunger, dehydration, and panic, and then suddenly receiving hope, such an emotional shock could indeed easily get out of control.

Su Chen nodded slightly; he knew this all too well. He took a deep breath, circulating his inner energy. He spoke, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable power that pierced through the clamor within the shelter, echoing clearly in every corner: "My comrades inside! Please be quiet!"

With just one sentence, the tumultuous torrent of emotions momentarily halted. Many people abruptly looked up, following the sound towards the cave entrance. Su Chen's voice carried a unique calming power, like an invisible hand gently yet firmly soothing the chaotic thoughts.

"We are the rescue team! We've come to save you! Everyone, please remain calm, follow our instructions, and evacuate in an orderly manner!" Su Chen's voice rang out again, and this time, every word was like a precise command, striking a chord in people's hearts.

Those who had been excitedly rushing towards the cave entrance paused, their steps slowing until they came to a complete stop. The noise inside the shelter miraculously subsided.

"Keep order, don't crowd! Priority for the elderly, women, and children!" Su Chen continued to guide, his words conveying discipline and hope through the opening. He knew that what was needed now was clear instructions, not more emotional outbursts.

Gao Dazhuang, Lei Kaihua, and Liang Sanxi sprang into action. They deftly widened the opening and cleared away any sharp edges that might be present. Simultaneously, they carefully lowered bundles of specially made rescue ropes into the shelter and secured them to the solid rock. The Kunlun warriors' movements were concise and effective; every step was precisely considered to avoid causing further injury to those trapped.

Once the cave entrance had stabilized and widened, the Kunlun warriors began pulling the trapped people out of the shelter one by one. They were agile and incredibly strong, yet extremely gentle. They treated each person as if they were the most fragile treasure.

When the first trapped person, a frail old man, was carefully helped out of the underground passage by the Kunlun soldiers and emerged into the sunlight, feeling the gentle breeze, his legs buckled and he collapsed to his knees. His face was streaked with dirt and tears as he repeatedly kowtowed, his lips moving as he uttered a low, hoarse voice of gratitude: "Thank you, People's Liberation Army… thank you, my benefactors…"

Then came women, mothers holding children, pale-faced young adults… one by one, people shrouded in darkness for days were rescued from the abyss by the Kunlun soldiers like gods, returning to the light. Many of them were pale and weak, but the deathly stillness in their eyes had been replaced by the excitement and ecstasy of surviving a catastrophe, rekindling their desire for life. Some children, when brought out, kept their eyes tightly closed, unable to look directly at the blinding sunlight, until an adult gently guided them to slowly open them, their eyes reflecting the boundless blue sky and white clouds, as if it were the most beautiful painting in the world.

Su Chen stood at the entrance of the passage, his gaze calmly sweeping over everything. His divine sense secretly covered the entire evacuation process, like an invisible net, ensuring no sign of life was missed. He simultaneously observed the condition of each trapped person; for those in poor health or with excessively pale complexions, he would discreetly signal the medical team behind him to provide immediate priority intervention. Master Kunlun's goal was not only to save lives, but to bring them to life.

"Honey, you've worked so hard too." Long Xiaoyun arrived at the scene with the medical team. Seeing Su Chen covered in mud, his camouflage uniform stained with various pebbles and dust, a hint of fatigue in his eyes, yet unable to conceal his determination, she felt a warmth in her heart, her eyes filled with heartache. She didn't say much, but immediately directed the medical staff to skillfully conduct a preliminary examination of the trapped person, distributing water and simple energy supplies in an orderly manner.

Du Feifei stepped forward, a hint of worry in her eyes. She reached out and gently wiped the dust off Su Chen's face, her movements carrying a subtle reproach: "Brother Chen, are you alright? You're being so reckless again." Her tone was full of concern, and those who knew Su Chen knew that there was no real blame in her words, only deep heartache for his sense of responsibility and dedication.

Su Chen turned his head and smiled at Du Feifei and Long Xiaoyun, a smile filled with relief and warmth. He simply replied softly, "It's nothing, just a small token." He looked at those who had seen the light of day again, at the renewed vitality on their faces. The numbness and despair of the past were replaced by joy, and the weariness in his heart vanished. At that moment, he experienced a sense of satisfaction that transcended words—the sense of accomplishment of snatching life back from the clutches of death.

The rescue operation lasted for several hours, until the sun was high in the sky. When the last trapped person was rescued, a little girl, huddled deep inside the shelter and unable to move due to extreme terror, was carefully carried out by Gao Dazhuang. Su Chen checked the shelter again with his divine sense to confirm that it was empty before letting out a long sigh of relief.

More than 500 survivors, all safely evacuated without a single death. This number, in the heart of the 8.0 magnitude earthquake disaster zone, is an incredible miracle! This is not merely a testament to physical exertion, but also to extraordinary abilities, a precise grasp of life, and unwavering perseverance. In the face of natural disaster, the Kunlun Division has erected monuments of hope. Their very existence is the most powerful inspiration.

By now, it was fully light, and sunlight bathed the entire H County. In the distance, a series of rhythmic rumbling sounds could be heard—the first batch of heavy engineering machinery and the subsequent large-scale rescue force had arrived on the outskirts of the county and were making their way forward. A massive reconstruction effort was about to begin after the Kunlun Division had opened up the "lifeline."

Su Chen knew that their mission had been partially completed. The Kunlun Division, like the sharpest dagger, had pierced through the darkness and ushered in the light at the most dangerous and desperate moment. Now it was time for conventional forces to demonstrate their value. And they, on a wider battlefield, would continue to protect this land and the people living on it using "unconventional" methods.