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

The first rays of dawn pierced the night, bathing H County in light and bringing a fresh start to this scarred land. In the distance, the roar of heavy construction machinery filled the air as excavators, bulldozers, cranes, and other giant equipment steadily advanced towards the core area of ​​the county town along the newly opened roads.

These massive steel structures, bearing the nation's solemn promise to the disaster area, symbolize the flame of hope. However, when they arrived at the front lines, the scene before them stunned the accompanying engineers and commanders for a moment—the roads, which were originally expected to take several days to clear, were now clearly laid out before them; the mountains of boulders and mud had been cleared away by some unknown "divine power." On both sides of the road, the earth and rocks were neatly piled into gentle slopes, with smooth cross-sections, as if the claws of a giant beast had meticulously plowed through them.

"What... what's going on here?" An engineer in charge of clearing the road looked at the clean passageway in front of him and didn't know where to start. He had thought it would be a tough battle.

"The PLA comrades worked non-stop last night, digging it out by hand." A weary soldier from Kunlun said, his voice filled with barely concealed pride. He was taking a short rest against a pile of sandbags, his camouflage uniform covered in dust, but his back was straight.

This near-miraculous efficiency made the arrival of the subsequent rescue force seem more like a relay race. The soldiers of the Kunlun Division were finally able to catch their breath. Three days and three nights of non-stop high-intensity rescue had pushed even those with master-level physiques to their physical limits.

Su Chen issued an order for all combat personnel to return to camp in batches for a full rest. The logistics department had already prepared steaming hot meals and plenty of water; the rich aroma of meat was especially enticing in the chilly morning breeze. Du Feifei led the medical team to set up a checkpoint at the camp entrance, conducting physical examinations on every returning soldier to ensure they had no lingering injuries or signs of overexertion.

Inside the camp, the tense atmosphere dissipated. Though exhausted, the soldiers' faces radiated satisfaction and pride after completing their crucial mission. They whispered among themselves, sharing their experiences of the past three days, those moments of successful rescues becoming legendary tales passed down by word of mouth.

Gao Dazhuang sat down on the ground, picked up a large bowl of noodles, and quickly ate half of it. He looked strong, but the intensity of this rescue operation had left him feeling more fatigued than ever before.

"Boss, have all the people in that underground shelter really been rescued?" a young soldier asked, his face full of curiosity.

Gao Dazhuang swallowed a large mouthful of noodles, his voice unchanged: "Nonsense! With the division commander personally taking charge, there's nothing he can't handle!" His words overflowed with admiration for Su Chen, and his blind trust was enough to infect those around him.

Lei Kaihua unfolded a newly drawn map and gathered with Liang Sanxi and several other cadres to discuss the next steps in the road clearing plan. Their task was not only to open a temporary passage, but also to ensure its structural stability, providing a solid guarantee for subsequent material transportation and reconstruction projects.

In a corner of the camp, Su Chen gathered Miao Zhiyuan, Long Xiaoyun, and Du Feifei around a simple table.

"Chief of Staff Miao, once the follow-up rescue teams arrive, the handover must be completed as soon as possible." Su Chen's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority. "We need to understand the equipment and personnel they bring; this will help us coordinate better in the future."

"Understood, Commander. I have maintained continuous contact with the Supreme Command of the Central Military Commission. The Central Committee has taken over the follow-up rescue and reconstruction work. They have brought the most advanced life detection equipment, various large machines, and ample medical resources," Miao Zhiyuan reported quickly, his eyes focused.

"Very good." Su Chen nodded slightly, then turned his gaze to Du Feifei: "Feifei, how is the medical station?"

"All the seriously injured have received initial treatment and their vital signs are stable," Du Feifei said, her tone somewhat somber. "However, some survivors, due to prolonged confinement or experiencing severe trauma, suffer from very serious psychological trauma." She paused for a moment, then added, "This requires professional psychological counseling and a considerable period of rehabilitation."

"Kunlun has experience in this area." Su Chen looked at Long Xiaoyun: "Xiaoyun, you need to allocate a group of team members with experience in psychological counseling to assist local departments in providing psychological intervention for these survivors. Remember, the methods must be unique and effective."

Long Xiaoyun nodded and replied, "I will make the arrangements. We will use Kunlun's unique methods to help them regain their confidence and emerge from the shadows." She knew in her heart that the so-called "unique methods" were not mysterious internal energy, but rather the Kunlun troops' deep understanding of people's hearts and human nature and their effective intervention methods, gained from long-term dealings with special missions.

Su Chen pondered for a moment, then tapped the table: "In addition, after the subsequent rescue forces take full control, our main force in Kunlun will withdraw from the core area and shift to assisting the local government in resettlement and reconstruction work."

"Resettlement and reconstruction?" Gao Dazhuang happened to be passing by and paused when he heard this. He had assumed that Kunlun would leave after completing his rescue mission.

Su Chen noticed his question and turned his head to explain, "Rescue is the crucial first step. But the subsequent resettlement and reconstruction are the real tests of people's hearts. After a major disaster, people's hearts are most vulnerable and most prone to problems. We in Kunlun must not only save their bodies, but also their hearts!" Su Chen's tone was gentle, yet it carried a firm belief, like a warm current slowly flowing through everyone's hearts.

He knew that the deterrent power of the Kunlun Division lay not only in its swift and decisive actions on the battlefield, but also in its selfless protection and dedication to the people and the nation. Kunlun was a spear, a shield, comrades-in-arms, and family.

Upon hearing Su Chen's explanation, Gao Dazhuang and the others' confusion dissipated. They responded in unison, "Our commander is right!" Their tone was full of admiration; they were always sincerely convinced of Su Chen's profound wisdom.

In the following days, the soldiers of the Kunlun Division seemed to shed their mysterious aura. They toned down the "extraordinary abilities" they had displayed during the rescue efforts, no longer the "divine soldiers" who could break rocks with their bare hands and clear paths with their inner strength. They returned to their identities as ordinary soldiers, but integrated themselves into the massive post-disaster reconstruction team in a more efficient and precise manner.

They helped the survivors set up sturdy tents, distributed supplies, and guided them in building temporary shelters. Leng Feng, along with several soldiers, wielded his hammer with practiced ease, each strike precise and powerful. Cement slabs and timber seemed to come alive in his hands, quickly constructing the framework of the temporary dwellings. Their efficiency amazed the local construction workers nearby, who couldn't find a single flaw.

Wang Yanbing and He Chenguang led their team, using their bare hands to clear away the mud and carefully find the buried farm tools, clearing out furrows suitable for replanting. Their movements were skillful, like those of experienced farmers, and they could even accurately determine where it was more suitable to sow seeds first.

The soldiers in Kunlun no longer resorted to devastating force. Instead, they stood shoulder to shoulder with subsequent rescue teams and local residents in the most practical, down-to-earth, and effective way, facing the immense challenge of rebuilding their homes. With their own hands, rather than superhuman strength, they painstakingly pieced together their shattered homes.

The arrival of the Kunlun Division brought tangible hope to the devastated H County. Their discipline, dedication, and profound affection for the people they displayed subtly warmed the hearts of every affected resident. They became "magic-wielding soldiers" in the eyes of children and guardians "closer than their own children" in the eyes of the elderly.

In the hearts of the people in the disaster area, the Kunlun Division is not only a powerful People's Liberation Army, but also a protector like a divine being descending to protect them. Their actions are the most resounding prelude to rebuilding their homes and the best interpretation of the indomitable spirit on this land.