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

As the meeting ended and everyone gradually left, only the lingering heat remained in the conference room.

Lei Kaihua caught up with Gao Dazhuang in a few steps and nudged his steely waist with his elbow.

"Old Gao, you're such a taciturn guy, what are you thinking about? Tell me, where are we going first?"

The tall, burly man kept his eyes straight ahead, his steps unwavering, and squeezed out two words through clenched teeth: "Obey command."

"Don't be like that!" Lei Kaihua grinned mischievously and leaned closer. "I've already done my research. Those bastards in the Wolf Fang have been making a name for themselves these past two years, producing a few rookie kings, and they're practically strutting around like crazy. And what about Old Kang's Iron Fist Regiment, Old Miao's Night Tigers? Aren't they all units of our old comrades? This time when we go back, we have to teach them a lesson, let them know what it means to be outmatched!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he could already see the dumbfounded looks on the faces of his old comrades.

Gao Dazhuang finally stopped, turned his head, his bronze face expressionless, and gave him a faint glance.

"You just want to show off."

"Hey! What do you mean by showing off? This is called teaching! Yes, teaching!" Lei Kaihua said, sticking out his neck and speaking with righteous indignation.

Inside the office, Su Chen stood by the window, his gaze passing through the thick walls of Zhenguo Pass and heading towards the distant south.

Wolf Fang One...

There were indeed quite a few acquaintances there.

It's about time to go back and take a look.

He had already set his first goal in mind.

Southeast Theater Command, Wolf Fang Special Operations Base!

After two years of dormancy, the dragon is finally about to emerge once more and stir up the winds and clouds of the world!

……

At the same time, the news about the Kunlun troops recruiting soldiers was like a bolt from the blue, causing a huge uproar in the top circles of major military regions across the country.

Despite the country's strict secrecy, the outside world knows very little about the force that performed miracles in the Middle East, only vaguely knowing that the country has a shadow force with unbelievably strong combat capabilities.

But for some people who personally experienced that era, this document is like a key, unlocking a long-sealed memory in their hearts, a memory mixed with awe and fervor.

Southeast Military Region, Wolf Fang Special Operations Brigade, Brigade Commander's Office.

He Zhijun, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, stared intently at the official document that had just been delivered to him on the table, his brows furrowed in a deep frown.

On the document, below the code name "Unit 7301", there is a small note that reads "Kunlun Brigade".

"Brigade Commander, what exactly is this Unit 7301? Why is the order from the Central Military Headquarters so mysterious?" Fan Tianlei pushed open the door and entered, his face also filled with doubt and confusion.

He Zhijun did not answer immediately, but took a deep drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled, as if trying to expel the frustration in his chest.

He shook his head.

He didn't know what 7301 was, but he knew that the young man who had created the "Dragon Soul" myth, the one who was like a god in his eyes, had returned.

If you do the math, that kid has been gone for eight years without a word.

How strong must he be now?

He Zhijun dared not think about it, nor could he come up with an answer.

He had a strong feeling that this so-called all-army selection was just that kid calling out to his old comrades from back then.

"Heavens!" He Zhijun stubbed out his cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray. His eyes sharpened like never before. "Pass on my order: everyone in the brigade who is still on leave, return to your posts immediately! All training plans are scrapped and redone. Give them the highest intensity!"

"Brigade Commander, what is this...?" Fan Tianlei was completely bewildered by He Zhijun's sudden order. Was it time to go to war?

"Because," He Zhijun said, staring into his eyes, enunciating each word clearly, "he's coming back!"

……

The Iron Fist Regiment, far to the north.

In the regimental commander's office, Kang Lei was facing the mirror, adjusting his brand-new colonel rank insignia over and over again.

Eight years is enough time for a passionate company commander to grow into a composed regimental commander.

But when he saw the selection notice, his heart, which had long been calm and still, began to beat violently again, as if he had returned to that afternoon when gunfire was raging.

"Old Black!" He picked up the phone on the table and dialed the inside line of the Sharpshooter Fourth Company.

"Here!" A strong voice came from the other end of the phone.

Old Hei, who was a new recruit back then, is now a key member of the company with the rank of lieutenant.

"Get the hell over here at the regimental headquarters right now!" Kang Lei's tone left no room for argument.

"Commander, what's the matter that's so urgent?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Kang Lei roared. "Don't you want to follow Brother Chen again... no, I mean, follow General Su and do something earth-shattering?"

There was an instant, deathly silence on the other end of the phone.

Kang Lei could even hear the rapid, heavy breathing coming from the receiver.

A few seconds later, an uncontrollable, trembling roar exploded from the receiver.

"think!"

……

Special 8th Regiment, Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company.

Miao Zhiyuan stood on the training field, looking at his group of energetic soldiers, but a hint of loneliness lingered in his eyes. His injured eye, despite the best medical conditions in the army, had stopped deteriorating, but he had completely lost his sight unless a miracle occurred.

He could never forget that figure on the battlefield, capable of creating miracles with a wave of her hand.

He could never forget the promise, "Wait for me to come back."

Eight years have passed, and he has never mentioned it to anyone, but those words are like a branding iron, deeply etched into his heart.

When the messenger delivered the selection notice to him, his one eye suddenly burst forth with an astonishing light.

He turned abruptly to face the soldiers he had personally trained, his chest heaving violently, and with all his might, he let out a hysterical roar.

"Attention, everyone! Emergency assembly!!"

As the storm approaches, old friends are all preparing in their own ways to welcome the man's return.

Meanwhile, at the eye of the storm, Su Chen, along with Gao Dazhuang and Lei Kaihua, quietly landed over the Southeast Military Region aboard an unmarked Y-8 transport plane.

Inside the cabin, Lei Kaihua had already changed into a black combat suit and was stretching his arms and legs, his face full of barely suppressed excitement.

"Brigade Commander, are we really going to Langya First Station? Should we say hello to Brigade Commander He first? We'll be returning home in triumph, won't we?"

Su Chen leaned against the cabin wall, closed his eyes to rest, and had a faint smile on his lips.

"Go visit an old friend."

He opened his eyes and looked down at the earth shrouded in night.

"Let's start with... Wolf Fang."

As soon as the words were spoken, the rear hatch of the transport plane opened silently and slowly, propelled by hydraulic levers. A biting, high-altitude wind instantly rushed into the cabin.

Below, amidst the myriad lights of homes, a heavily fortified military base, resembling a crouching behemoth, stands—the headquarters of the Wolf Fang Special Operations Brigade.

"Reporting, Brigade Commander!" A technician accompanying Su Chen quickly stepped forward and handed him a tablet computer. "The 'Sky Secret' system has just intercepted internal communications within the Wolf Fang team. They are organizing a brigade-level red-blue force-on-force exercise. The location of the Red Team's command post, which is Brigade Commander He Zhijun, has been locked at coordinates XXX, XXX. The exercise is expected to end in four hours."

"An exercise?" Su Chen took the tablet, glanced at it, and smiled. "Perfect, saves us from having to make up another excuse."

He looked at Gao Dazhuang and Lei Kaihua, who were already eager to try, and gave them an order that instantly ignited their passion.

"Give them something extra."

High in the sky, Su Chen's voice was calm yet clear.

"Let's be the real Blue Team this time. Let's show those little bastards in the Wolf Fang what a decapitation strike is."

"And by the way, let's see how many people still recognize our faces after all these years!"

Lei Kaihua grinned, his smile resembling that of a weasel about to steal a chicken: "Alright! Mission accomplished! Capture He Zhijun alive!"

Gao Dazhuang remained silent, only quietly checking his equipment, his eyes gleaming with fighting spirit.

Su Chen walked to the cabin door, and the strong wind at high altitude made his trench coat flutter loudly.

He didn't order the parachutists to jump, but instead glanced back at the two people behind him.

"Let's go."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward, and like a weightless feather, he stepped directly into the night sky tens of thousands of meters above the ground!

Gao Dazhuang and Lei Kaihua followed closely behind, leaping out without hesitation!

The three figures carried no traditional parachutes. Instead, as they plummeted rapidly, a barely perceptible aura of internal energy emanated from their bodies. Skillfully utilizing the airflow, they moved like three sharp arrows, silently piercing the heavily guarded Wolf Fang base.

Their goal was crystal clear.

Wolf Fang Exercise Command Post!

Capture He Zhijun alive!