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

The roar of the transport planes gradually faded into the night sky, like the low growl of a giant beast, leaving the 8th Special Regiment completely behind.

On the training ground, the soldiers of the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company were still immersed in the huge shock and ecstasy. They gathered in twos and threes, chattering about everything that had just happened, and everyone was flushed with excitement.

"See? See? Just like that... *snap!*" A young soldier imitated Gao Dazhuang's action, pinching his fingers together sharply, almost breaking them off, and wincing in pain.

The old soldier next to him slapped him on the back of the head, laughing and scolding, "Give me a break! That's some kind of divine skill, something you can't learn. With your two fingers, you can't even crack a walnut!"

"Squad leader, do you think we can really go to Kunlun? Can we really... become like that commander?"

"Nonsense! Didn't you hear what Miao Lian said? Everyone pack up! Not a single one will be missing! From today onwards, we're Kunlun people! From now on, when we go out, we'll all be able to walk with our heads held high!"

"Hahaha! Kunlun! That name sounds so powerful!"

The sounds of discussion and cheers, mixed with boundless anticipation for the future, made the entire Night Tiger camp buzz with excitement, as if it were a grand festival.

Commander Zhang Haifeng stood there blankly, as if he had lost his soul, clutching the mobilization order that had just been printed half an hour ago and was still warm from the ink. He felt as if it were all a dream.

His most elite reconnaissance company, his prized ace unit, was taken away in its entirety just like that?

Company Commander Miao Zhiyuan rose through the ranks to become the lieutenant colonel chief of staff of that mysterious unit.

The efficiency of this transfer order and the magnitude of this promotion are simply unheard of! Military region transfer orders usually involve layers of approval, with the process taking at least half a month. This is something else entirely—a single phone call, half an hour, and the official document is delivered directly. This kind of power is beyond the comprehension of a colonel and regimental commander.

He looked at Miao Zhiyuan, who was still grinning foolishly beside him, and felt a mix of emotions. There was reluctance, sadness, but more than anything, he felt heartfelt envy and blessings.

He knew that Miao Zhiyuan, this fierce tiger trapped in the shallows, was finally going to return to the sea along with that divine dragon!

"Old Miao..." Zhang Haifeng patted Miao Zhiyuan's shoulder with a wry smile, his voice a little hoarse, "You kid, you've really hit the jackpot."

Miao Zhiyuan chuckled, his freshman eyes sparkling with an unprecedented gleam: "Commander, once I get there and establish myself, I'll definitely find a way to secure you a few more selection slots!"

"Get lost!" Zhang Haifeng laughed and cursed, but a warmth filled his heart. He punched Miao Zhiyuan hard in the chest, the force so heavy it seemed he wanted to slam all his emotions into him. "When you get there, don't embarrass our Special Eighth Regiment! Do a good job! If I hear you chickened out over there, I'll skin you alive and drag you back from Zhenguo Pass!"

"Yes!" Miao Zhiyuan stood up abruptly, his chest ramrod straight.

……

The atmosphere inside the cargo hold of a transport aircraft at an altitude of 10,000 meters is completely different from that on the ground.

Gao Dazhuang sat upright, eyes closed, resting. His bronze face was expressionless, but the slight upturn of his lips betrayed his extreme comfort.

Lei Kaihua, however, did not have such good composure. He paced back and forth in the cabin like a monkey locked in a cage, exuding an aura of "I'm excited, come and talk to me."

He circled around Gao Dazhuang twice, but finally couldn't hold back any longer. He plopped down next to him and nudged his steely back with his elbow.

"Hey Lao Gao, you taciturn guy, what are you pretending to be all high and mighty for?" Lei Kaihua winked and whispered. "Were you having a blast down there? Look at you, holding bullets between your fingers, why don't you just fly to the moon?"

Gao Dazhuang didn't even lift his eyelids, letting out a soft snort from his nose as a response.

"Hey, don't be so smug!" Lei Kaihua perked up. "Let me tell you, you can't have all the limelight! Next stop, where? It's my turn, isn't it? Your move just now was pretty intimidating, but when it comes to being cool, you have to look at me!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, lowering his voice and whispering mysteriously in Gao Dazhuang's ear.

"I've heard about it. Old Kang from the Iron Fist Regiment is Kang Lei, who fought alongside us on the front lines back then. Now he's a colonel and regimental commander! He's an old acquaintance of ours! This time, we have to give him a real beating and show him what it means to be outmatched!"

"You've already shown your face, this time it's my turn! I've even thought of the moves: I'll use the 'Flame Blade' technique the brigade commander just taught me, and with one strike, I'll cleave their regiment's back mountain in two! Hehe, I guarantee Old Kang's black face will be more entertaining than the bottom of a pot!"

Gao Dazhuang finally opened his eyes, turned his head, and glanced at him indifferently: "Childish."

"That's called romance! You wouldn't understand!" Lei Kaihua retorted, his neck stiff with self-righteousness. "Your move is too petty; you have to get close to see it. My move can be seen from ten miles away—that's what you call impressive! That's what you call breathtaking!"

Gao Dazhuang's lips twitched, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only uttered two words: "Tiring."

"You know nothing!" Lei Kaihua snapped. "This is art! It's the aesthetics of violence! Commander, say something, isn't it my turn to go next?"

Listening to the two lively characters bickering behind him, Su Chen, who had been resting with his eyes closed, couldn't help but smile.

He slowly opened his eyes, his deep gaze seemingly piercing through the heavy cabin, looking towards the distant north.

Iron Fist Team One...

Indeed, we should go and take a look.

Look at Kang Lei, the old comrade-in-arms who once entrusted his back to you on the battlefield, and see what he's become now. Also, look at Lao Hei, the honest and straightforward man with a ruthless streak, and see how far he's grown.

He was perfectly aware of Lei Kaihua and Gao Dazhuang's little schemes.

Appropriate, healthy competition is the best way to maintain the team's vitality. Whether it's a warning shot or a deterrent, the purpose of this tour of "training" is to use the most direct and impactful method to create a massive wave called "Kunlun" throughout the entire army.

Let everyone know that a brand new era has arrived.

"Whether you want to go or not, you have to go." Su Chen's calm voice interrupted their argument. "Our last stop on this trip is the Iron Fist Gang."

He paused, his gaze lingering for a second on Lei Kaihua's expectant face, before adding, "However, who will 'perform' will depend on the situation."

"Alright!" Lei Kaihua immediately beamed with joy upon hearing that there was hope, and sat up straight, looking ready to obey orders at any time.

Gao Dazhuang closed his eyes again, but the upward curve of his lips seemed to widen even more, and he softly uttered a sentence: "Have you mastered the Flame Blade to the second level yet? Don't end up setting your pants on fire before you even split the mountain."

"You!" Lei Kaihua broke down instantly, his face turning bright red. He wanted to retort, but he was speechless because he had almost burned himself during the last practice session.

Silence returned to the cabin, broken only by the roar of the engines, as the transport plane, carrying myths and legends, pierced the night sky and roared toward the iron-blooded team whose understanding was about to be completely overturned.

Su Chen leaned back in his chair, a slight ripple stirring in his heart.

The Iron Fist Gang...

Hopefully, this time there will be some unexpected surprises. For example, perhaps we'll encounter a few promising talents like Zhuang Yan, who are worth personally mentoring.

His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest, and several blurry figures floated into his mind.

One of them is that kid named He Chenguang, the national youth boxing champion, who is exceptionally talented.

There was another one named Wang Yanbing, a street kid who had a fierce, unyielding spirit.

Lastly, Li Erniu… This name made Su Chen's expression turn somewhat strange. A simple, honest boy from the countryside, his physical abilities and talent weren't particularly outstanding, but his tenacity and stubbornness were sometimes more important than talent.

What kind of sparks will fly when these three young people with such different personalities come together and are tempered in Kunlun?

Su Chen's lips slowly curled up.

It seems this trip with the Iron Fist Group will be more interesting than expected.