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

As Su Chen stepped out of the office, he completely concealed his Golden Core Realm aura, revealing not a trace of it.

His expression was calm, and his gaze was deep.

But the occasional sharpness in his eyes foreshadowed a storm that was about to sweep the globe. He knew that the upcoming announcement would ignite the most primal fighting spirit in the hearts of every soldier in the Kunlun Division.

"All combat personnel, assemble at the central training ground!"

The instructions are concise and powerful.

It pierced through the internal communication system of the Kunlun base, instantly resonating in the hearts of every Kunlun soldier. They knew perfectly well that the division commander's summons of all personnel after the Central Military Commission's commendation was no ordinary event.

An operation that has been brewing for some time is about to unfold.

Commands surged through the valley like a tidal wave, spreading to every corner of the base. In the meditation room, the warriors who had been sitting cross-legged rose from their meditation, their energy and blood stabilizing as they strode out. In the combat zone, the wind of punches and kicks abruptly ceased, and before the sweat had even touched the ground, figures were already rushing out.

The silent valley was filled only with the sound of steel scraping against the ground and the rapid footsteps of runners.

Three thousand Kunlun combat personnel transformed into unleashed dragons, or arrows piercing through enemy lines. From their respective posts, and even from the deepest, most hidden caves, they converged on the central training ground at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

Their steps were firm and their figures were agile.

Their gazes burned with anticipation, brimming with the uncertainty of the journey ahead and the fierce battles to come. This anticipation was infused with a long-dormant wildness.

In less than five minutes, over three thousand people stood in neat rows on the training ground. Their postures were upright and their positions clearly defined; each person was like a sharp sword gleaming with cold light. The chilling fighting spirit emanating from them made the air itself seem to freeze.

Grandmasters and terrestrial immortals gathered together, their aura shaking mountains and reaching the heavens.

Su Chen walked slowly towards the center of the podium.

His gaze swept across the crowd below, taking in the entire line. He saw the excitement and anxiety flickering in Gao Dazhuang's eyes, the serious anticipation on Lei Kaihua's, Liang Sanxi's, and Jin Kailai's faces, and the steady trust in Long Xiaoyun and Du Feifei's eyes as they looked at him.

Every soldier, through this brief two-week tempering, became tougher, more reserved, and more valiant. He understood that this valor was not bloodthirsty killing, but loyalty to his mission and ruthlessness towards the enemy.

He didn't say much, but went straight to the point.

The voice was loud and firm, penetrating and clearly echoing in the ears of every soldier: "Gentlemen!"

"The Central Military Commission has fully approved our expeditionary plan!"

These words struck like a thunderbolt, immediately eliciting a low murmur from the ranks. It wasn't a clamor, but rather an overwhelming release of suppressed excitement and anticipation. An expedition! These two words had lingered in their minds for a long time since the combat capability assessment report was secretly issued.

At this moment, it finally received the ultimate confirmation from the highest level.

Su Chen raised his hand and pressed down lightly, and the noise in the arena immediately subsided.

The air grew quiet again, but it felt even hotter than before.

"The first phase of the expedition!" Su Chen's voice rose, his tone carrying an undeniable force. Every word struck like a hammer blow to everyone's heart. "Our Kunlun Division will strike at the heart of the enemy, destroying all of the US military bases deployed in South Korea!"

Before he finished speaking, many soldiers had already clenched their fists, and the veins on their arms were visible as their muscles tensed.

"Please completely eradicate this malignant tumor that's rooting up our doorstep!"

"And then!" Su Chen's gaze tightened, a chilling glint in his eyes, piercing straight to the heart. "Blitzkrieg against Little Japan!"

His tone suddenly changed, and the temperature in the room rose abruptly. Some soldiers' breathing became heavy and labored.

"Destroy the Yasukuni Shrine within its borders and avenge the blood feud of our ancestors!"

"At the same time, destroy all military bases deployed by the US in this small country!"

"To deliver the heaviest blow to its overseas military forces!"

"Ultimately, launch an expedition to the US mainland and destroy Area 51 and its so-called 'Pandora Project'!"

Su Chen's words carried immense weight, echoing across the empty training ground. The oppressive atmosphere of the previous moment abruptly transformed into deathly silence.

Then, the silence was completely shattered by a roar as loud as a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down!

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The voice was no longer a simple human voice; it was interwoven with centuries of resentment and deep-seated hatred. It was the howling of heroic spirits buried far from home, the roar of endless humiliation.

Every soldier's face was flushed with extreme excitement. Their eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on their necks bulged—a fanaticism deeply ingrained in their bones, ready to explode at any moment.

"Keep a low profile!"

"Kill the Japanese devils!"

"Avenge our ancestors!"

"The chance to have a separate page for the family genealogy has arrived!" Wang Yanbing waved his arms excitedly, his voice distorted with emotion as he roared, "Damn it, how many years have I waited for this day! Let's go kill the Japanese devils!"

Beside him, the usually composed He Chenguang also lost his composure, his breathing became rapid, and his eyes churned with an indescribable fervor.

Li Erniu stood close to Wang Yanbing, his eyes slightly red, and choked out, "We can fight the Japanese devils now! We can finally avenge the villagers who were killed by the Japanese devils!" His words were simple yet profound, striking straight to the heart.

In his eyes, there was no grand national strategy, only a deep-rooted attachment to his homeland and a blood feud.

Their fervor reflected the collective sentiment of the entire unit. Yasukuni Shrine! These four words represent an indelible shame and a deep-seated hatred for every Chinese citizen. To have the opportunity to personally reduce it to ruins now—this honor surpasses any medal.

It was a complete catharsis, a rewriting of history, and a reshaping of national dignity.

This made every Kunlun warrior feel the flame in their chest burning even more intensely.

Su Chen let his angry roar vent for a moment. Once his heightened emotions had subsided, he spoke again. His voice was calm and penetrating: "Everyone, please!"

"From now on, everyone begin organizing equipment and checking supplies!"

"Take a day off!"

"Tomorrow, let's change clothes and set off!"

Su Chen's gaze swept across the area once more. The next orders would determine the success or failure of this operation. This was not merely a tactical deployment, but a direct manifestation of the nation's will.

"During this expedition, all personnel are prohibited from wearing any clothing displaying nationality or insignia, and from wearing any armbands, badges, or other accessories!"

His voice was cold and hard, every word dripping with intensity. "Our operation will be a silent surprise attack! So that even if the US and those petty villains know it was us, they won't find any evidence!"

"Let South Korea and Japan tremble in silent fear! Let the world, from this day forward, re-examine China!"

"Do you understand?!"

"clear!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

A deafening roar once again soared into the sky, echoing through the mountains. This time, the roar was no longer a mere venting of anger, but a battle cry imbued with a clear purpose.

Every soldier was like a powder keg that had been lit, their cheeks flushed red. They couldn't wait to throw themselves into the battlefield and thoroughly settle accounts with the invaders' crimes. They turned quickly, filled with indignation and a thirst for revenge, and rushed towards their respective barracks at top speed.

Organize supplies! Check equipment! Make full preparations for tomorrow's expedition!

In the heart of the Kunlun Mountains, the already intense training was transformed into highly efficient pre-battle deployment. Every detail was crucial to success or failure, and no mistakes could be tolerated.

Su Chen stood on the platform. He watched the soldiers disperse with astonishing efficiency. A smile played on his lips, a mixture of coldness and confidence.

"Country M, Country South Korea, Country of Little Life..."

He murmured softly, his voice low, yet each word carried a resolute determination. The cold, stern air between his brows clearly indicated his unwavering resolve. Deep within his dantian, the golden core circulated quietly, spiritual energy cleansing his meridians.

Each breath is an accumulation of power.

"Kunlun, here we come!"

An expedition that will shake the world and completely change the global landscape has officially begun atop Kunlun Mountain, amidst the roars of revenge from thousands of soldiers.

This is not merely a military operation, but a powerful demonstration of national will, a thorough reckoning with a century of humiliation, and the loudest declaration of the rise of the Chinese nation.

The dramatic changes in the world order began here.