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

The phone hangs up.

In the capital, the big boss did not get up immediately. He sat upright in his familiar office chair, his eyes looking through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the distance. The night was deep blue, the city lights were just coming on, and the lights of thousands of homes wove together a magnificent picture. Behind this prosperity, the dreams and pain of countless generations were carried. Su Chen's voice still echoed in his ears at that time.

And in the conference room, the old comrades had tears in their eyes, yet they couldn't suppress their excitement. Those emotions, like embers in a furnace, throbbed and beat in his heart, never ceasing. That profound history intertwined with the power of the Kunlun Division at this moment, and the collision of the two burst forth with unprecedented brilliance, illuminating the future of the Dragon Kingdom.

The scene in the conference room reappeared in his mind: the old general, with white hair and beard, but wide-open, bloodshot eyes, slamming his pen heavily on the table with trembling hands, his eyes filled with resentment, yet unable to hide his surging excitement.

Another elder, his chest heaving violently, shouted hoarsely, "That feels good!" as if he wanted to release all the pent-up frustrations and deep-seated ailments of the past century in this shout. They were the backbone of the Republic, a generation that had personally experienced suffering and struggle.

Their excitement was not mere fanaticism, but a national sentiment deeply buried in their blood that finally found an outlet at this moment. The significance of this plan far exceeded the scope of a simple military operation.

It is a declaration, a thorough reckoning with past humiliations, and a bold and decisive blueprint for the future. Risks are inherent, and the international community will inevitably be thrown into turmoil and public opinion uproar as a result.

But at this moment, the Dragon Kingdom has the power to overturn everything, and he is convinced of this. This step is inevitable, and it must be taken firmly and thoroughly.

He paused slightly, reached out, picked up the receiver again, his fingertip lingered on the familiar number for a moment before pressing it. It was no ordinary phone number; it connected the will of the nation and the hopes of the people.

"Xiao Su." Beneath his calm exterior, a surge of intense joy welled up from the depths of his heart.

"The emergency meeting of the Central Military Commission has adjourned."

"Your plan has been approved!"

On the other end of the receiver, Su Chen's heart trembled violently, and an indescribable surge of emotion instantly swept through his body. He gripped the phone tightly.

That profound sense of mission, that vision for the nation and the people, has now received the highest and most thorough affirmation. This will be an action destined to rewrite history.

"Thank you, boss. Thank you, Central Government!" Su Chen's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement.

Even he himself noticed the barely perceptible tremor.

"Haha, what are you thanking me for?" The big boss laughed, his laughter carrying a heartfelt sense of relief and satisfaction.

"We should be thanking you!"

"You have forged such a formidable force for this land and for these hundreds of millions of compatriots. This is an unparalleled achievement!" His tone was as if stating an undeniable fact.

The bigwig's words lost some of their lightness and became more solemn.

"However, the plan has been finalized, and the Central Committee also has its own considerations. When you carry it out, you must do the following: conduct a rapid assault, completely destroy the target, and then immediately withdraw."

"We need to be fast, so that the opponent has no time to react. By the time they recover, all that will be left is ruins."

As soon as the words fell, their profound meaning stirred in Su Chen's heart. The weight of this order was as heavy as a mountain, and he knew better than anyone what it carried.

This was not a simple military strike, but a psychological war and a demonstration of national will. By leveraging the unconventional power of the Kunlun Division, a "surgical strike" that could be described as an art was carried out.

It leaves the opponent feeling deeply hurt, yet unable to find any fault with it.

"We must etch the pain directly into their very bones." The boss's voice was no longer one of gentle instruction.

It was a ruthless command, a warning to the world.

"We must make them confront this invisible force and feel genuine fear!"

"Let them know clearly, this is what we did!"

"Yet they can't even find a suitable reason to protest!"

"That unspeakable bitterness, that utterly suffocating pain, will be something they'll never forget!"

As Su Chen listened, his lips tightened, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes. This strategy coincided perfectly with what he had envisioned. Every warrior of the Kunlun Division possessed abilities far beyond worldly understanding. Combined with top-notch stealth techniques and lightning-fast assault tactics, they could completely remain unscathed and thoroughly implement the Dragon Kingdom's strategic intentions.

"We old bones have no other requests," the boss said in a low voice.

It contains the weight of history and echoes of war-torn years.

"I only wish that you would lead Kunlun to comfort the heroic spirits of those ancestors who were buried in foreign lands and shed their blood on the battlefield."

"It's time for them to get their revenge."

Su Chen felt a tightness in his chest, the heavy pressure reaching the deepest part of his heart. In his mind, countless blurry yet clear faces flashed: the wronged souls beneath Nanjing, the shouts at Pingxingguan, the backs falling in the gunfire...

The national pain passed down through generations intertwined with the surging power in his dantian, and he understood better than anyone the weight of this command and everything it carried.

"The Yasukuni Shrine, a building filled with bloodshed and resentment!" The boss's voice rose again.

Every word resonated deeply, carrying with it a century-long legacy of anger and anticipation.

"Those South Korean soldiers from the US who rely on their power and act with impunity!"

"Xiao Su, go ahead!"

"Fight boldly!"

"Even if the sky falls, we old folks will hold it up for you!"

"For the Dragon Kingdom, for this nation, let us carve out a bright and clear future!"

"Let our flag fly high on every rooftop!"

"To realize the grand vision and great cause of the Chinese nation!"

Every word the big shot said struck Su Chen's heart with heavy weight.

That is not just an expectation, a belief, but a century-old cry etched into the blood of the nation.

That weighty trust, that entrustment carrying the dreams of hundreds of millions of people, made Su Chen's blood boil.

"Please rest assured!" Su Chen's voice, filled with a resolute determination that welled up from the bottom of his heart, resounded through the night sky.

"I, Su Chen, swear I will not fail in my mission!"

"The Kunlun Division will certainly live up to the nation's expectations and the people's trust!"

After the call ended, Su Chen stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window for a long time.

On the eastern horizon, the morning light tore through the thin mist, casting golden rays upon the clouds. The light shone on his face, but it could not conceal the burning brilliance deep within his eyes, more dazzling than the rising sun.

The expedition has officially begun. This is not only his personal choice, but also the action of the Kunlun Division, a powerful force.

This is a solemn declaration from the entire Dragon Nation to the world! It is a complete eradication of a century of accumulated humiliation! It is also a resolute response to the great rejuvenation of the nation!

"M country, South Korea, Japan..." he murmured these names.

His voice was soft, yet every word carried a resolute tone. A cold and stern aura gathered between his brows. His golden core circulated quietly deep within his dantian, and wisps of boundless spiritual energy filled his limbs and bones, tempering every inch of his muscles and bones.

At this moment, he was no longer just Su Chen; he was the soul of the Kunlun Master, the sharpest sword that the Dragon Kingdom had unleashed to the outside world, enough to cut off any stubborn force that dared to obstruct the nation's progress!

A cold, sharp glint flashed in his eyes as he strode towards the office door.

"The God of War sweeps across foreign lands, and today marks the beginning!" The voice in his heart resonated like a great bell.