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

As the silhouette of the last Kunpeng transport plane disappeared into the depths of the clouds, a group of statues still stood on the tarmac of the Dalian military base. The lieutenant general with graying temples, and dozens of colonel-level officers behind him, all maintained an impeccably precise military salute, which they did not lower for a long time.

The sea breeze rustled their crisp military uniforms, but it couldn't extinguish the fire in their eyes.

That flame represents awe, awe, and above all, the ultimate pride of being a fellow countryman.

"General, they... have already left," a colonel reminded him, his Adam's apple bobbing and his voice dry.

The lieutenant general slowly lowered his arm, his hand trembling slightly from the force. He didn't turn around, his gaze still fixed on the now empty sky, as if he could still see the invisible trail left by the black legion.

Last night, the news that the Pyeongtaek base had been reduced to ashes swept through the highest levels of the Chinese military command like a Category 12 hurricane. He, as the head of the base closest to the scene, spent the entire night without sleep.

Initially, when the battle damage report, filled with the terrified screams of the South Korean military, reached his desk, his first reaction was that it was absurd.

Tens of thousands of US troops, a Nimitz-class aircraft carrier strike group, and the entire impregnable military base vanished overnight.

This is no longer within the scope of modern warfare; this is a mythological epic!

But when Master Kunlun returned silently, and when he saw with his own eyes the still tangible, bloodthirsty aura emanating from the black-clad warriors, he believed it.

He even felt that the report's description was too conservative.

This unit is more than just a legend.

They are gods and demons walking among humans!

"Order!" The lieutenant general whirled around, his bloodshot eyes gleaming with an unprecedented light. His voice was hoarse yet resolute. "North Sea Fleet, all destroyers and frigates on combat readiness duty, immediately break silence!"

"Abandon all scheduled training! Full speed ahead, all personnel, proceed to international waters off the coast of Japan!"

"There's only one mission!"

"Our heroes await at the designated coordinates!"

"Pick them up and take them home!"

"Yes, sir!" the officers behind him roared in unison, their voices filled with barely suppressed excitement.

They knew that from this moment on, they were no longer bystanders. They would be witnesses to history, and even more so, participants, as they welcomed the army that was about to create a miracle.

China's aircraft carrier battle groups are no longer for deterrence or for exercises.

This time, we are going to protect an ancient nation, a country that has suffered from bullying, and an invincible army that has embarked on a path of revenge!

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The Kunpeng transport aircraft formation hovered at an altitude of ten thousand meters, as smoothly as if it were traveling on the ground. Inside the cabin, there was not a single jolt. Three thousand Kunlun warriors sat quietly in their seats, eyes closed, breathing deeply.

They are making their final adjustments, bringing their vital energy, blood, and spirit to their peak state.

Each person was surrounded by a faint, black aura, the lingering resentment of the tens of thousands of US troops who died in Pyeongtaek Port last night, drawn by their powerful aura.

But this malevolent aura did not affect them at all; on the contrary, it was like a special tonic, making their hearts, which were burning with revenge, even harder and colder.

Su Chen sat at the front of the cabin, with Du Feifei and Long Xiaoyun leaning quietly on his shoulders, seemingly asleep.

But Su Chen knew that they, like everyone else, were accumulating strength in their own way.

His divine sense had already penetrated the cabin's barrier, like an invisible net, enveloping the deep blue sea below.

He could "see" countless schools of fish fleeing in panic beneath the sea surface, as if they had a premonition of some kind of natural disaster.

He could also "see" that on that distant sea horizon, the steel fleet of the Dragon Kingdom's North Sea Fleet was cutting through the vast waves, advancing at full speed toward their predetermined direction.

"Japan...we're almost there." Su Chen's lips moved slightly, his voice so soft that only he could hear it.

As the transport plane formation crossed the dividing line between the East China Sea and the Western Pacific, its altitude dropped to 30000 meters, and a cold electronic announcement sounded over the loudspeaker in the cabin.

"Arrived in the designated airspace, 100 kilometers from the target coastline."

"Prepare for airdrop."

"Whoosh!"

Three thousand soldiers opened their eyes at the same time!

In that instant, the temperature in the entire cabin seemed to drop by more than ten degrees!

Three thousand pairs of eyes, stained with bloodshot veins and murderous intent, lit up simultaneously, like the pupils of three thousand wild beasts hunting in the night, filled with a chilling madness and cruelty.

"Check the equipment!"

Gao Dazhuang's low growl rang out over the communication channel.

"Snap! Snap!"

A series of crisp metallic clanging sounds rose and fell.

The soldiers skillfully inspected the Tang swords on their backs, the pistols at their waists, and the high-explosive grenades on their legs.

Every movement is precise and efficient, full of mechanical beauty.

"The hatch is open!"

With a hissing sound from hydraulic pressure, the tail hatch of the transport plane slowly opened.

At an altitude of 3000 meters, a violent gale, like countless sharp knives, instantly rushed in.

However, this gale-force wind, strong enough to tear steel apart, blew against the Kunlun warriors, yet it couldn't even stir the hem of their clothes.

A thin layer of protective true energy kept all harm away.

"Jump!"

Su Chen's voice was concise and powerful.

Without the slightest hesitation.

Gao Dazhuang was the first to walk to the hatch. He glanced back at the group of soldiers with high morale, grinned, and revealed a set of gleaming white teeth.

Then, he leaped into the air, his massive body disappearing into the clouds like a boulder plunged into an abyss.

Following them were Lei Kaihua, Liang Sanxi, Jin Kailai...

Three thousand black figures, like dumplings being dropped into a pot, leaped down one after another from the sky, ten thousand meters high!

They were in the air, none of them carrying parachutes, and none of them even made any effort to slow down.

They simply let their bodies, under the influence of gravity, plummet straight down towards the deep blue sea below at an alarming speed!

"Let's go too."

Su Chen put his arms around Long Xiaoyun and Du Feifei's slender waists, and with a flicker of his body, he appeared outside the cabin as if by teleportation.

His Golden Core stage power allowed him to ignore the fierce winds and thin air at high altitudes, moving with ease as if walking on flat ground.

He led the two women, as if strolling leisurely, and slowly descended behind the three thousand rapidly falling figures.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Three thousand figures, like three thousand meteorites, hurtled towards the sea with an unreasonable momentum! When they were more than ten meters away from the sea, everyone used their lightness skills, their bodies became light, they touched the ground in the air, their figures moved to the side, and then slowly landed on the sea.

They trod on the seawater and waves, using their inner strength to create vortexes under their feet, allowing them to run swiftly across the undulating sea as if walking on flat ground!

Three thousand grandmasters once again staged the spectacular sight of crossing the sea on the waves!

They merged into a black torrent, leaving three thousand long white trails on the sea, and launched a final assault on the coastline that was already faintly visible in the morning light.

Before long, when everyone set foot on the land of Japan.

Not a single drop of seawater got on them.

Everyone held their breath, like ghosts blending into the shadows of the reef, quietly awaiting the final command.

Su Chen, with the two women, took the final step onto the beach.

He looked at this unfamiliar land before him, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

There was hatred, there was anger, but more than anything, there was a cold-blooded ruthlessness that was about to rewrite history with its own hands.

His gaze swept over the three thousand warriors before him, whose killing intent had reached its peak, and his voice was like a judgment from the depths of hell.

"As originally planned, we will split into three groups."

"Remember, our purpose."

"Kill them all, burn them all, loot them all."

"Set off!"