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

The next day, the Su family compound looked just as familiar as ever.

With its blue bricks and gray tiles, ancient gate tower, and two majestic stone lions standing silently in the night, the courtyard seems to tell the story of a hundred years of trials and tribulations.

When Su Chen, holding Du Feifei and Long Xiaoyun's hands, pushed open the heavy vermilion door.

The living room was brightly lit.

The mother, Zhou Yulan, was wearing reading glasses and sitting on the sofa, intently watching a soap opera about everyday family life.

Hearing the door open, she instinctively looked up.

The moment she saw the three figures at the door, she sprang up from the sofa as if a spring had been turned on.

"Oh! My precious son! My dear daughter-in-law! You're finally back!"

Zhou Yulan tossed aside the remote control, her face beaming with joy, and rushed over like a gust of wind.

She first warmly took Du Feifei's hand, asking about her well-being, and then pulled Long Xiaoyun over as well, looking her over from left to right, becoming more and more satisfied with her.

Their affectionate gestures made Su Chen, their biological son, feel like he was an adopted child.

Hello, Auntie.

Hello, Auntie.

Du Feifei and Long Xiaoyun both greeted them politely.

"Okay, okay! Everything's fine! Come in and sit down, come in and sit down!"

Zhou Yulan grabbed one of them by the hand and pressed them down on the sofa, busying herself with pouring water and getting fruit.

"You two kids, you didn't even call ahead to come back! I didn't prepare anything! Xiao Chen, you're getting more and more inconsiderate!"

She complained about Su Chen, but she couldn't hide the smile on her face.

At that moment, the study door opened.

Father Su Jianguo and grandfather Su Hongjun walked out one after the other.

Seeing the lively scene in the living room, even the two usually stern military leaders showed gentle smiles.

"Dad, Grandpa," Su Chen greeted with a smile.

"Hello, Uncle. Hello, Grandpa." Du Feifei and Long Xiaoyun also stood up quickly.

"Good children, sit down, sit down! Don't be so reserved at home!"

Grandpa Su Hongjun couldn't stop smiling. He walked up to his two granddaughters-in-law and looked them over carefully from head to toe.

His gaze lingered on Long Xiaoyun for a few more seconds, and a barely perceptible glint flashed in his cloudy old eyes.

"Excellent, excellent! Your energy and spirit are much more refined since your last return! It seems you've gained quite a bit from this trip!"

The old man's words were loaded with meaning.

Long Xiaoyun's heart skipped a beat, then she nodded respectfully: "It's all thanks to Grandpa and Master... and Su Chen."

The family chatted happily about everyday things.

Zhou Yulan pulled her two daughters-in-law aside and asked them about their lives in the army, whether they were eating well and dressed warmly.

Meanwhile, Su Jianguo and Su Hongjun, seemingly casually, asked Su Chen some questions about Kunlun's recent developments.

Of course, everyone tacitly refrained from touching those truly core secrets.

At dinner, Zhou Yulan indeed performed exceptionally well, preparing a large table of sumptuous home-style dishes.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was lively.

Grandpa Su Hongjun was clearly in a great mood and, as was his custom, had his guard bring him a bottle of Moutai that he had treasured for many years.

He personally filled a glass for both Su Chen and Su Jianguo.

"Come on! Today, my son and I will have a good drink with our family's hero!"

The old man picked up his wine glass, his face flushed, and said...

"Grandpa, I don't deserve such praise," Su Chen quickly said modestly.

"What's there to be ashamed of!"

Su Hongjun's eyes widened, and his voice suddenly rose eight octaves.

"Don't think we old folks don't know what you've been up to outside!"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone at the table, finally settling on Su Chen's face, his eyes filled with unparalleled pride and self-satisfaction.

"Hirasawa Port! Kadena! Yasukuni Shrine!"

"Overnight, wipe out all of the US's military bases in East Asia! Send their two carrier strike groups to the bottom of the sea!"

"And they'll uproot that filthy shrine and raze it to the ground!"

"Kid, tell me, was this something your Kunlun gang did?!"

The old man's words struck Zhou Yulan, Du Feifei, and Long Xiaoyun like heavy hammer blows.

Zhou Yulan's mouth was agape in an "O" shape, her face showing utter shock and disbelief.

All she knew was that her son was leading a very powerful army.

But I never imagined that this unit would be so powerful, to such a mythical degree!

Du Feifei and Long Xiaoyun were deeply shocked.

They never expected that their grandfather's information network was so efficient.

Su Chen looked into his grandfather's bright eyes, remained silent for a moment, and finally nodded slowly.

"Snapped!"

Su Hongjun slammed his hand on the table, making a loud bang.

But his face didn't show anger, but rather extreme, ecstatic joy!

"Okay! Okay! Okay!"

He said "good" three times in a row, his face flushed with excitement. He suddenly stood up, picked up his wine glass, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp!

"That felt great! Damn, that felt so good!"

The old man put down his wine glass, and his eyes were slightly red.

He looked at Su Chen, his voice trembling slightly.

"Kid, do you know what? Back when we fought in the Korean War, our entire army's artillery shells totaled less than that of an entire enemy division!"

"We were wearing thin cotton-padded clothes, fighting hand-to-hand with the enemy's elite troops, who were armed to the teeth, in the snow at minus forty degrees Celsius!"

"Although we won that battle, we felt incredibly frustrated!"

"We hate it! We hate that we don't have airplanes and artillery like them! We hate that we don't have aircraft carriers and warships like them!"

"We old folks have been holding this in for our entire lives!"

As Su Hongjun spoke, his voice choked with emotion.

He turned around, walked to the wall, and looked at the faded black-and-white photograph hanging there.

The photo shows a group of young, still somewhat immature soldiers wearing worn-out military uniforms.

Their faces were all beaming with smiles.

"Look at them, these are all brothers who crawled out of the same pit as me."

"They all gave their lives on that cold land."

"Until they died, they wanted to see that our Chinese planes could fly higher than those of the Americans, and that our Chinese cannons could fire farther than those of the Americans."

"Today, you, and all of Kunlun, have fulfilled this wish for them!"

"You have not only avenged the country and the nation, but also vented your anger!"

"It also fulfills a lifelong dream for us veterans who crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and for those heroes who sacrificed their lives in foreign lands!"

Su Hongjun turned around and bowed deeply to Su Chen, his proudest grandson.

"Grandpa, on behalf of those brothers who sacrificed their lives, thank you!"

Su Chen quickly stepped forward and helped his grandfather up.

A bittersweet feeling welled up in his heart.

Su Jianguo, a valiant general who usually remained calm even in the face of a collapsing mountain, was now also filled with tears and unable to utter a word.

He picked up his wine glass, stood up, and solemnly toasted the empty space.

Then, he drank it all in one gulp.

That glass contained a spicy liquor.

More importantly, it represents an era, two generations of soldiers, and the suppressed hatred of national and personal grievances that had lingered for a century!

The second half of the meal ended in a solemn yet stirring atmosphere.

After the meal, Su Jianguo called Su Chen to his study.

The father and son had a long talk that night.

No one knows what they talked about.

All that is known is that the next morning, when Su Chen came out of the study...

A hint of seriousness appeared on his face.

Su Jianguo patted him on the shoulder and said only one sentence.

"Go for it."

"The sky won't fall down."

"Even if it collapses, we old bones will hold it up for you!"