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

As night fell on the Wolf Fang base, the noise gradually subsided, but the fervor that had been ignited in the air lingered for a long time.

He Zhijun and Fan Tianlei escorted Su Chen and the other two to the tarmac, their faces showing a mixture of shock and excitement, their expressions complex.

The transport plane's cabin door slowly closed, cutting off the view from the outside world.

"Brigade Commander, Old He's face looks like he's swallowed a fly, both frustrated and excited, it's so damn funny!" Lei Kaihua plopped down, took off his helmet, still excited.

Gao Dazhuang was wiping his equipment when he heard this, and a rare smile appeared on his lips.

This "teaching" session was truly enjoyable.

Su Chen leaned against the bulkhead, watching the lights rushing past outside the porthole, his expression calm.

"The Wolf Fang's core strength is still there, but the comfortable life has worn down their edges," he said calmly. "Giving them a good talking-to will do them a good job."

Lei Kaihua chuckled: "It's more than just a benefit; you've opened a whole new world for them! I bet that from tomorrow onwards, those bastards from Wolf Fang will be training like mad dogs."

Gao Dazhuang paused in his wiping motion, then asked in a low voice, "Brigadier, where to next?"

The atmosphere in the cabin instantly fell silent upon hearing this question.

Lei Kaihua also dropped his playful grin and looked intently at Su Chen.

Su Chen turned his gaze from the porthole to the two men, his voice warming slightly: "Go to the Eighth Special Regiment and see Old Miao."

Old Miao!

Miao Zhiyuan!

These two words were like a key, instantly unlocking the floodgates of Gao Dazhuang and Lei Kaihua's memories.

Immediately, the image of that tough guy from eight years ago, who was fearless on the battlefield, still grinning and saying it wouldn't affect his ability to kill the enemy even though he had lost an eye, flashed into their minds.

"Old Miao... how is he now?" Gao Dazhuang's voice was a little hoarse.

When they parted ways that year, Miao Zhiyuan was transferred to recuperate, and they never heard from him again. All they knew was that he went to the 8th Special Tiger Regiment, leading the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company.

"His eyes have never healed." Su Chen's voice was soft, but it struck the two of them like a heavy hammer.

Lei Kaihua's excitement vanished completely, replaced by worry and resentment: "Damn it! Those damned Vietnamese bastards back then! Old Miao was such a good man, and he just ruined one of his eyes like that!"

"Team... Brigade Commander, you're going this time..." Gao Dazhuang looked at Su Chen, hesitating to speak.

Su Chen knew what he wanted to ask.

"Eight years ago, I said I'd wait for you to come back." Su Chen's tone was calm but contained immense power. "What I owed him, I'm repaying this time."

He paused, then added, "To let his eye see the light again."

boom!

These words sent a jolt through Gao Dazhuang and Lei Kaihua!

To see the light again?

This...this is no longer within the scope of medicine!

The two men exchanged a glance, both seeing the ecstasy and horror in each other's eyes. They knew their brigade commander possessed extraordinary abilities, capable of restoring sight to completely necrotic eyes—a feat practically only a god could accomplish!

"Great! Great!" Lei Kaihua slapped his thigh excitedly and paced back and forth in the cabin. "If Old Miao knew, he'd be ecstatic! No way, when we meet this time, I have to show him off properly, let him see our current strength, and make him green with envy!"

A rare, genuine smile appeared on Gao Dazhuang's bronze face.

He knew that the captain never broke his word.

If he says he can, then he definitely can.

The transport plane traced a stealthy route through the night sky and landed smoothly at the airfield where the 8th Special Tiger Regiment was stationed several hours later.

As the hatch opened, a more rugged and fierce aura of iron and blood, completely different from that of the Wolf Fang Base, rushed out.

At the airport, a middle-aged officer with the rank of colonel was already waiting at a straight posture. Behind him were several regimental staff officers, each with a solemn expression.

He is Zhang Haifeng, the commander of the 8th Special Regiment.

Zhang Haifeng was feeling uneasy.

Half an hour earlier, he received a coded telegram from the military headquarters, saying that a "special leader" was coming to visit temporarily by special plane, and that he must make sure to receive him with the highest level of hospitality.

A special leader?

He racked his brains but couldn't figure out which important person would come to his field regiment in the middle of the night.

When he saw the three figures stepping off the plane, he was completely stunned.

The young man at the head of the group looked to be in his early twenties and was dressed in casual clothes, but his imposing and dignified demeanor made even the seasoned regimental commander, who was used to seeing big scenes, feel a strange sense of unease.

The two men behind him, one as burly as a mountain and the other as sharp as a leopard, exuded a subtle yet palpable aura of killing intent that made Zhang Haifeng's eyelids twitch wildly.

Where the hell did they fish this king of soldiers out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood?

What truly blew his mind was the golden star on the shoulder of the leading young man, which still shone brightly in the night!

Major General...?!

Such a young major general?!

Zhang Haifeng felt as if his cognitive system had been subjected to an unprecedented shock. He rubbed his eyes, and after confirming that he hadn't misread it, a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

"salute!"

He suddenly straightened his back and, with all his might, roared out those two words.

His staff officers behind him were startled and quickly saluted.

Su Chen walked up to him and calmly returned the greeting.

"I am Su Chen from Unit 7301."

Unit 7301!

Zhang Haifeng's pupils suddenly contracted!

He recognized that codename! It was a shadow unit that the highest levels of the military region had repeatedly ordered to be classified as top secret!

Legend has it that this unit is the nation's sharpest weapon, a true legend!

He never dreamed that the commander of this mythical army would be this young man in front of him!

"Greetings, Commander!" Zhang Haifeng's voice was stammering, and a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Just then, a young staff officer beside him looked at Su Chen's face and suddenly seemed to remember something. His face turned deathly pale, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Commander...Commander..." He stammered, tugging at Zhang Haifeng's sleeve, his voice barely audible. "He...he seems to be...the one from eight years ago..."

Zhang Haifeng was taken aback, and following the staff officer's gaze, he stared intently at Su Chen's face once again.

That face gradually overlapped with a photo from a top-secret file that circulated among the highest levels of the military eight years ago.

Dragon Kingdom Gods and Demons!

One man against an entire nation!

That military legend who single-handedly forced the Vietnamese army to surrender unconditionally!

With a loud "boom," Zhang Haifeng's mind went completely blank, as if struck by lightning.

It was him!

It turned out to be him!

No wonder! No wonder he's a major general at such a young age!

The next second, an uncontrollable surge of worship and fanaticism from the depths of his soul overwhelmed all his reason.

He abruptly took a step back, forcefully bringing his feet together, and gave another salute—more precise and forceful than ever before—and roared hoarsely:

"Zhang Haifeng, commander of the 8th Special Tiger Regiment, on behalf of all officers and soldiers of the regiment, welcomes the leaders for their guidance!"

This roar was filled with a veteran's highest respect for a legend.

Su Chen looked at him, a hint of approval in his eyes.

"Commander Zhang, no need for formalities." He waved his hand. "I'm here for no other reason than to see your regiment's Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company and, incidentally, to find an old comrade-in-arms named Miao Zhiyuan."

Hearing this, Zhang Haifeng finally felt relieved.

It turns out they came looking for Miao Lian.

He quickly turned to the side and made a "please" gesture, adopting an extremely humble posture.

"Sir, I'll personally escort you there!"