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

The Iron Fist Regiment's base in the northern border region.

It was late at night, but the lights in the regimental headquarters building were still on.

Inside the regimental commander's office, a burly, resolute middle-aged officer was facing a huge military sand table, his brow furrowed, repeatedly going over the plans for the upcoming cross-military region joint exercise.

He was none other than Kang Lei, the leader of the Iron Fist Regiment.

Eight years have transformed the fiery and impulsive company commander of yesteryear into a composed and capable colonel. The passage of time has etched shallow lines on his face, but it has also sharpened his eyes, making them like those of a lurking tiger.

"Report!"

A communications officer rushed in, looking flustered, holding a newly received encrypted telegram.

"Commander, an urgent telegram from the Northern Military Region Command!"

Kang Lei frowned, took the telegram, and after only one glance, his pupils suddenly contracted.

"A high-ranking official's special plane is expected to arrive at our regimental airport in fifteen minutes. My unit has been ordered to prepare for a welcoming ceremony of the highest standard!"

High-ranking official? Private jet?

Kang Lei's heart skipped a beat. What kind of person would parachute into his front-line field unit in the dead of night without any prior notice?

Without thinking twice, he grabbed the military cap from the table and slammed it on his head. He strode out while yelling at the staff officer behind him.

"Damn it, what are you all standing there for! Put the entire regiment on high alert! Guard company, follow me to the airport!"

Fifteen minutes later.

At the Iron Fist Regiment's makeshift airfield, the guard company's soldiers were already lined up, and the atmosphere was tense.

Kang Lei stood at the very front of the group, the evening wind making the hem of his military uniform flutter, and his heart, along with the ever-approaching roar of the engines, rose to his throat.

Finally, an unmarked Y-8 transport plane, like a ghost in the night, landed smoothly on the runway under the guidance of night vision lights.

The massive rear hatch slowly opened.

Kang Lei held his breath, staring intently at the deep darkness.

The next second, three figures walked out of the cabin one after another.

The man at the front, dressed in simple casual clothes, stood tall and walked with a composed gait. He looked so young, with even a gentle smile on his face, yet his imposing and dignified demeanor, seemingly one with the heavens and earth, made even the colonel, a commander accustomed to grand occasions, feel a strange sense of unease and oppression.

When Kang Lei's gaze fell on the young man's shoulder, on the wheat ear star that reflected the brilliant golden light under the airport searchlights, it was a perfect moment.

Boom—!

Kang Lei's mind went completely blank, as if struck head-on by a bolt of lightning.

Major General...?!

Such a young... Major General?!

He had seen generals before; at military region conferences, the podium was ablaze with the stars of generals. But weren't all those generals over fifty, with graying temples?

The man in front of him looked a few years younger than the youngest platoon leader under his command!

How...how is this possible?!

Just as he was in shock, almost thinking he was hallucinating from staying up too late,

He saw the face clearly.

Although that face had lost its youthful innocence and gained more sharp angles and depth than he remembered, Kang Lei would never forget its contours and features!

It's him!

Eight years ago, on the battlefield in southern Xinjiang, he led them through a hail of bullets, fighting his way in and out seven times, single-handedly making the monkeys cry for their parents!

That one man with a gun, who was an army... a myth!

"Team...Captain?"

Kang Lei's lips trembled as he unconsciously uttered those two words. His voice was very soft, so soft that only he could hear it, yet it carried the volcanic eruption of excitement that had been suppressed for eight years.

"Old Kang, long time no see."

Su Chen walked down the spiral staircase, looked at his old comrade-in-arms who was now tanned and much stronger, and a sincere smile appeared on his face.

It was that smile, that "Old Kang," that acted like a key, completely unlocking the valve of Kang Lei's emotions.

Eight years of longing, eight years of waiting, and countless times in my dreams recalling those glorious years of fighting side by side...

All emotions burst forth at this moment.

This man, who was always stern and unyielding in front of his soldiers, suddenly had tears welling up in his eyes.

A surge of scalding heat rushed into his nasal cavity. He tried to say something, but found that his throat felt like it was blocked by something, and he couldn't utter a single word.

He could only take a step back, forcefully bringing his feet together, straightening his body like a javelin, and giving Su Chen the most standard and forceful military salute of his life, roaring with all his might!

"Commander Kang Lei of the Iron Fist Regiment! Welcome back, Captain!"

"Hey! Old Kang, not bad, you're a colonel now, way more senior than the two of us!"

A familiar yet slightly smug voice rang out, and Lei Kaihua emerged from behind Su Chen, slapping Kang Lei on the shoulder.

Gao Dazhuang also came over and nodded heavily to Kang Lei as a greeting.

Looking at the two equally familiar faces, and then at the gleaming officer ranks on their shoulders—one a lieutenant colonel, the other a major—Kang Lei's heart, which had just begun to calm down, was once again filled with immense shock.

My God! It's only been a few years?

Eight years ago, these guys were just ordinary soldiers who followed their captain into battle.

Now, one has become a general, and the other two have become colonels!

This promotion is faster than a rocket!

Moreover, he could clearly sense that the terrifying aura emanating from these two people, which was as solid as a substance, was more than a hundred times stronger than it had been eight years ago!

It was an absolute sense of power emanating from within, which made even this veteran, who had spent half his life fighting on the brink of life and death, feel a chill run down his spine.

Envy and jealousy eventually turned into a heartfelt sigh.

"Good lads! You've all made something of yourselves!" Kang Lei punched Gao Dazhuang's sturdy chest hard, then hugged Lei Kaihua tightly, too excited to speak.

After the initial excitement of their long-awaited reunion, Kang Lei personally led the three of them back to his regimental commander's office.

"Captain, have some tea!" Kang Lei personally brewed his treasured Da Hong Pao tea and handed it to Su Chen with both hands.

Su Chen took the teacup, took a sip, and smiled, "Well done, Lao Kang, you've learned to enjoy life."

"Hey, I was just thinking that if you ever come back, I should at least have something nice to treat you, right?" Kang Lei chuckled and scratched his head, then handed tea to Gao Dazhuang and Lei Kaihua.

The four sat around in the office, and for a moment, they were all speechless.

The atmosphere was somewhat silent, yet incredibly warm.

After a long silence, Kang Lei finally spoke. He looked at Su Chen and asked cautiously, "Captain, you...you came back this time because..."

"I came to see you, and by the way, to pick out some good prospects for my troops." Su Chen put down his teacup and got straight to the point.

He pushed the selection notice for the Kunlun Brigade in front of Kang Lei.

Kang Lei took the document, and when he saw the words "7301 Kunlun Brigade", his pupils contracted again.

"Kunlun..." he murmured to himself.

"Old Kang, my unit needs the best soldiers." Su Chen's voice turned serious. "I need to see for myself just how good your Iron Fist Regiment's soldiers really are."

Upon hearing this, Kang Lei's spirits lifted instantly.

He knew that the captain was giving him a chance! A huge opportunity for the Iron Fist Regiment to rise to the top in one step!

He stood up abruptly, snapped to attention, and saluted, his voice booming like thunder.

"Reporting, Captain! The Iron Fist Regiment's most elite unit, the 4th Sharpshooter Company, is ready to receive your inspection at any time!"