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

Inside the exercise's command headquarters, the air was so oppressive it felt like you could wring water out of it.

On the huge electronic sand table, countless points of light representing the red and blue sides are being extinguished and disappearing at an avalanche-like speed.

Every second, several fully-organized company and platoon-level units are "erased" from the battlefield.

All of this was caused by just four gray arrows, which were almost negligible on the vast battlefield.

They were like four red-hot branding irons, which pierced through the thick butter without any hindrance, and wantonly cut, divided and tore apart the interlocking lines of red and blue!

"What...what kind of unit is this?!"

Lieutenant General Gao Shiwei, the commander-in-chief of the Blue Team, stared intently at the screen. His face, usually known for its toughness, was now filled with incomprehensible shock. The tactical pen in his hand fell to the table with a "clatter," but he was completely unaware of it.

His chief of staff, standing beside him, was already drenched in cold sweat. He adjusted his military cap, which was slightly askew from his trembling hands, and his voice was shaking: "Reporting, sir, based on the scattered images and intermittent communications from the front lines... what's attacking us seems... seems not to be 'the troops'."

Gao Shiwei suddenly turned his head, his eyes blazing: "If it's not the military, then what is it? Are they aliens?!"

"It is...it is an individual."

The chief of staff swallowed hard and pulled up a video clip that had just been sent back. The image was shaky and all that could be seen was a chaotic jungle background.

"Our full-strength special operations team encountered one of them in the jungle. All twelve members were declared 'killed' within three seconds. According to the last report from the surviving members, the other party... did not fire a single shot, but simply... flicked a leaf with his finger, which pierced through our team members' Kevlar helmets."

On the other side, Lieutenant General Du Bangguo, the commander-in-chief of the Red Army, also had an extremely solemn expression. As he listened to the incoherent, fearful wails of the elite troops commanders over the communicator, his heart sank to the bottom.

"The 'Tiger' Brigade requests backup! Repeat! Request backup! Our main battle tank has been... overturned by one person! I'll say it again! Overturned from the front by one person!"

"Iron Fist calling headquarters! We've been decapitated! The enemy... the enemy came from the sky! They can fly!"

"Old A calling...buzz...we...we're surrounded by someone! He...he can create clones!"

One after another, unbelievable battle reports, completely overturning modern military common sense, arrived like snowflakes. The entire command headquarters fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone seemed to be frozen in place, only their chests heaving violently. They finally understood what the "whetstone" the commander-in-chief had mentioned was all about.

That's not a whetstone at all!

That was clearly an indestructible sword that had stepped out of mythology!

……

On the edge of the battlefield, in an inconspicuous hilly area.

Unlike the devastating victory on the main battlefield, a brutal "war of mortals" is taking place here.

"Da da da!"

Chen Guotao held his ground behind a rock, his Type 95 assault rifle spitting fire as he suppressed several Blue Army soldiers attempting to charge. Bullets struck the rock, sending sparks and fragments flying, stinging his cheeks.

"Old guns! Right wing! Block them out!"

"receive!"

Not far away, Zheng Sanpao, also known as Lao Pao, was firing a squad automatic weapon with great enthusiasm. Beside him, the ammunition handler, was Chen Xiwa, a dark-skinned man, who was deftly changing the scalding hot ammunition belts.

Their opponent was a reinforced platoon of the renowned "Wolf Fang" Special Operations Brigade of the Southeast Military Region.

The two sides met unexpectedly here, and a fierce firefight broke out instantly.

The Kunlun Garrison Company, a unit reorganized from the original Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company, has undergone more than a month of hellish training by Gao Dazhuang and others. The individual combat skills of each soldier have long surpassed those of special forces in the conventional sense.

Although they had not yet cultivated internal energy, their physiques and wills, forged through inhuman training methods, allowed them to unleash astonishing combat power.

"Bang!"

With a muffled gunshot, Zhuang Yan, lying prone at a concealed sniping position 300 meters away, calmly pulled the trigger. Through the scope, a Wolf Fang sniper attempting a flanking maneuver saw a plume of red smoke rise from his training helmet.

"Well done, Xiao Zhuang!" Chen Guotao shouted into the communicator.

A confident smile curved Zhuang Yan's lips. But before he could shift his position, a chilling sensation, like being targeted by a venomous snake, suddenly shot up his spine to the top of his head.

Without thinking, he did a lazy roll and tumbled away on the spot.

Almost the instant he left his spot, a sniper bullet landed precisely where he had been lying prone, creating a deep crater in the ground.

"Damn it! There's a master on the other side!" Zhuang Yan broke out in a cold sweat and quickly looked for new cover.

The soldiers of Wolf Fang are indeed worthy of their reputation!

The battle instantly intensified.

After running out of machine gun ammunition, Chen Xiwa saw that his comrades were about to be pinned down by an enemy firing point. He roared, grabbed a rock weighing several dozen kilograms, and hurled it with all his might at an enemy firing point!

The machine gunner from Wolf Fang was in the middle of a fierce battle when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a huge black shadow falling from the sky.

He instinctively looked up and stared at a millstone-sized rock that, accompanied by a whistling wind, grew larger and larger in his pupils until it smashed him and his gun to the ground.

Red smoke rose slowly from the helmet. He lay on the ground, his face blank, with only one thought in his mind.

You can play like this?!

This evenly matched battle lasted for nearly twenty minutes.

In the end, the Kunlun garrison company annihilated this elite Wolf Fang unit at the cost of seven "killed" men.

Zhuang Yan's arm was also left with a charred "scar" from the laser simulator exercise. He was panting heavily as he leaned against the rock, looking at his comrades around him, whose heads were steaming and whose faces were full of resentment. For the first time, he felt no joy of victory, but rather a sense of heaviness.

This is war, and even a drill is just as brutal.

Just then, a calm, unwavering voice suddenly sounded from the individual communicator on his waist.

"Good job, garrison company. Rest in place and await further orders."

It was the brigade commander's voice!

Zhuang Yan's spirits lifted, and he sat up straight abruptly.

Just as he was about to report the results, another voice came through the communicator, sending chills down his spine and that of all the soldiers in the garrison.

That was Lei Kaihua's voice, tinged with a cynical laugh:

"Brigade Commander, the Blue Army's Southeast Theater Command has been taken down. Those two bastards, He Zhijun and Fan Tianlei, are tied up like dumplings. Shouldn't we move on to the next step?"

The communicator was silent.

They... wiped out the Blue Team's frontline command post?

Zhuang Yan, Chen Guotao, and the others exchanged glances, all seeing the horror in each other's eyes.

A soldier who had just changed his magazine slipped, and the magazine clattered to the ground. His comrade next to him nudged him, lowered his voice, and asked in a daze, "Dude, pinch me. Did I get shot in the head when I 'died'?"

They fought tooth and nail here, sacrificing seven men to wipe out a platoon.

Have they already wiped out the Wolf Fang's stronghold?

The difference is just too big!