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

Time seemed to be grasped and frozen by an invisible hand at this moment.

Those bullets that shot out were, in Lei Kaihua's rapidly contracting pupils, an invitation from the Grim Reaper. However, just before death arrived, two sharp, ear-piercing screechs pierced the air, arriving before the bullets themselves!

Ding!Ding!

The crisp sound, like jade striking jade, reached everyone's ears clearly amidst the dense roar of gunfire.

Lei Kaihua watched in disbelief as the two bullets that were meant to pierce his head and chest suddenly deformed and twisted less than a foot from his face, as if they had hit an invisible wall, and were then violently flung away by a tremendous force!

What is that?

Before he could react, he saw two small pebbles, after deflecting the bullets, continue forward with terrifying whistling sounds, and with a soft thud, pierce the forehead of the Vietnamese heavy machine gunner who was firing wildly in front of him!

The red and white objects exploded, and the machine gunner's body leaned backward and fell heavily, his finger still on the trigger, the bullet shooting into the sky with a series of futile sparks.

The second firing point has gone silent!

The entire battlefield fell into an eerie, deathly silence for a moment.

Whether it was the Ninth Company soldiers charging forward or the Vietnamese troops waiting in battle on the high ground, everyone paused for a moment, their eyes all turning towards the direction from which the stones were flying.

Then, they witnessed a scene they would never forget.

A figure emerged unhurriedly from the shadows of the hillside.

He walked brazenly into that death zone, repeatedly ravaged by fire from both sides, with no cover whatsoever.

"A madman!" a Viet Cong officer, recovering from shock, screamed hysterically, "Kill him! Kill him!"

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat! Boom!

In an instant, all the remaining firepower on the hill, including rifles, submachine guns, and even a mortar that had just been adjusted to its angle, poured its firepower onto that lone figure.

A net of death, woven from steel and flames, swept over us!

"Get out of the way!" Liang Sanxi roared hoarsely, his eyes bloodshot.

However, Su Chen did not dodge.

He didn't even change the rhythm of his steps.

"Golden Bell Shield!"

Om-!

With a barely audible buzzing sound, a protective aura, invisible to the naked eye, instantly formed on his body.

Ding ding ding!

The dense barrage of bullets struck him, but instead of the dull thud of flesh being torn apart, it produced a series of crisp, rapid metallic clanging sounds, like popping beans! Sparks flew everywhere!

Those bullets, powerful enough to pierce steel plates, were compressed and deformed the moment they touched his body, then fell helplessly to the ground with a series of clinking sounds. He was like a Vajra deity walking among men, impervious to all laws and warded off by all evil.

A 60mm mortar shell, trailing a mournful whistle, landed precisely at his feet.

Boom!!!

The violent explosion sent up plumes of smoke and dirt, and the flames engulfed his figure.

"No!" The soldiers of the Ninth Company cried out in despair.

However, when the smoke cleared, the figure still stood straight in the center of the crater. His training uniform was torn to shreds by the shockwave, but he himself was unharmed, without even a scratch on his skin. He simply patted the dust off his shoulders, as if a gentle breeze had just brushed past.

"..."

The whole world fell silent.

Liang Sanxi's mouth dropped open, and the rifle in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

Jin Kailai rubbed his eyes and slapped himself hard. The burning pain told him that this was not a dream.

Lei Kaihua knelt in the crater, still holding the cold rocket launcher in his arms, his whole body as still as a wooden sculpture struck by lightning.

The Vietnamese soldiers on the high ground were completely dumbfounded. Their faces first showed shock, then confusion, and finally, a fear that came from the depths of their souls.

What is this?

Monster? Demon?

Su Chen raised his eyes, his gaze piercing through dozens of meters to land on the group of enemies who were already terrified.

His eyes were cold, devoid of any human emotion.

"Lingbo Weibu!"

The next second, his figure disappeared from the spot.

No, it didn't disappear, but rather it was moving at a speed that exceeded the limits of human vision!

A blurry afterimage traversed the battlefield at high speed, following a trajectory that completely defied the laws of physics.

The first thing he did after breaking into the Vietnamese army's position was to rush towards the artillery crew that had just fired a mortar.

"what!"

The gunners screamed in terror, but before they could even turn their guns around, Su Chen was already in front of them.

There were no fancy moves, just a simple hand chop.

puff!

With a swift chop, a line of blood appeared on the necks of the three gunners simultaneously. Immediately afterward, their heads flew into the air, and blood spurted more than three feet high from their cavities.

After dealing with the artillery group, Su Chen's figure flashed again, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, charging into the completely chaotic Vietnamese infantry formation.

The massacre began.

"Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, Eighth Level!"

The immense force of 80,000 jin was poured into his fists and palms.

One punch!

A Vietnamese soldier's chest, along with the sandbags covering his bunker, was pierced by a single punch, the immense force of which shattered his internal organs into a bloody pulp.

One palm!

Several meters away, an invisible palm wind howled out. The four or five Vietnamese soldiers in front of them were hit as if by a speeding train, their bodies twisted bizarrely, the sound of bones breaking could be clearly heard, and they were sent flying backward, spitting out blood mist.

One kick!

A soldier firing a machine gun was kicked in the waist from the side. The soldier's body was kicked in two at an exaggerated angle! His upper body was still flying in the air, while his lower body remained in place.

This place is no longer a battlefield, but Su Chen's personal slaughterhouse.

A mere brush against you will kill you; a single touch will mean certain death!

His late-stage acquired strength, combined with the three great divine skills, made him an invincible god-demon on this battlefield of conventional weapons.

"A devil! He's a devil!"

"Run! Run!"

The remaining Vietnamese soldiers' psychological defenses completely collapsed. They dropped their weapons, cried out for their parents, and scattered like headless flies.

"None of them will leave!"

Su Chen's icy voice was like the pronouncement of death.

His figure flickered across the battlefield, and each appearance was accompanied by the tragic death of a Vietnamese soldier. He was like a highly efficient grim reaper, precisely claiming every life.

Just then, Chief of Staff Fang, along with Li Xiang, Wang Meng, and others, finally arrived from the flank. Even though they were mentally prepared, the sight of this hellish scene before them still sent chills down their spines.

"Fire!" Chief of Staff Fang was the first to react and decisively gave the order.

Li Xiang and Wang Meng had already set up their guns, and with precise bullets, they began to pick off those who tried to escape.

On the other side, the soldiers of the Ninth Company finally awoke from their petrified state.

"Damn it! What are you all standing there for!" Liang Sanxi picked up his gun, his eyes bloodshot, and roared like a wild beast, "Charge! Charge forward! Let's collect some heads!"

"Kill them!"

The anger and frustration that had been suppressed for so long finally erupted at this moment. The surviving soldiers of the Ninth Company, like tigers descending the mountain, charged up the previously unreachable high ground with their guns in hand.

The entire battle, or rather the massacre, lasted less than five minutes.

When the last Vietnamese soldier was stabbed through the throat by Jin Kailai's bayonet, the noisy battlefield finally returned to a deathly silence.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood, mixed with the stench of gunpowder and earth, making it nauseating.

On the high ground, corpses lay strewn everywhere, and severed limbs were scattered all around. Two reinforced companies of Vietnamese soldiers, more than two hundred men, had been slaughtered.

All the soldiers of the Ninth Company stood silently amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, looking at the figure standing in the center of the position, untouched by blood. Their eyes held not only the relief of surviving the ordeal, but also a profound awe and fear, as if looking up to a god.

Li Xiang and Wang Meng walked to Su Chen's side, their mouths twitching as they looked at the terrible scene around them.

"Brother Chen, aren't you... making a bit too much noise?" Wang Meng lowered his voice, his tone full of wry smile.

Su Chen ignored him, his mind sinking into his thoughts.

[Ding! Battle settled!]

[In this battle, the host killed a total of 123 Vietnamese soldiers, demonstrating exceptional bravery. Rating: Perfect massacre!]

[A total of 12300 experience points were gained!]

[Host's current experience points balance: 13100 points.]

More than 13,000 experience points!

Su Chen was overjoyed; he had really struck it rich this time.

He slowly turned around, his gaze falling on Liang Sanxi, Lei Kaihua, and the others who were walking towards him. A warm, harmless smile graced his face.

But to the members of the Ninth Company, that smile was more chilling than the devil's grin.