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

The order to end the exercise was transmitted to every corner of the vast battlefield via a makeshift public channel.

"Attention all units, the 'Sharpening Stone' exercise is ending ahead of schedule. All units shall remain in place, gather personnel, take inventory of equipment, and await further instructions."

The cold, electronic voice announced the end of this century-long military exercise.

On the battlefield, the soldiers from both the red and blue sides, who had just been fighting to the death, were stunned.

They slowly rose from the trenches, from behind the bunkers, and from under the camouflage nets, looking at each other with blank and disappointed expressions.

"it's over?"

"Is it over just like that?"

"We...lost?"

No one cheered, no one complained. An eerie silence fell over the entire battlefield. In everyone's mind, the two godlike names echoed—Kunlun.

On the Kunlun garrison's position, Zhuang Yan leaned against a rock riddled with bullet holes, slowly removed his helmet, and exhaled a long breath.

Nearby, Zheng Sanpao was cursing as he treated a simulated "gunshot wound" on Chen Xiwa's arm, muttering, "Damn it, we were just getting into it, and it's over already? I haven't had my fill yet!"

Chen Guotao walked over and kicked his butt: "Alright, stop howling. The brigade commander has ordered that after the exercise, we must immediately return to the Longmian Valley base, and no one is allowed to linger outside."

"Huh? We're going back already?" Zhuang Yan was taken aback. "Aren't we going to participate in the debriefing meeting and stuff?"

Chen Guotao glanced at him and lowered his voice: "Don't ask questions you shouldn't. What's the first clause of the confidentiality agreement regarding Kunlun's affairs? Have you forgotten?"

Zhuang Yan shrank back and fell silent.

He knew in his heart that the strength Kunlun had displayed in this exercise far exceeded the scope of conventional military operations and would inevitably be classified as top secret. Sending these "ordinary" troops away in advance was precisely to ensure maximum secrecy.

However, deep down, there was still a trace of resentment in his heart.

He glanced back in the direction of the exercise command center; Su Chen should be there right now.

……

The exercise's general command headquarters has been temporarily converted into a huge conference room.

The command posts that originally represented the red and blue teams were removed and replaced with hundreds of chairs. All the commanders at the regimental level and above from the seven military regions who participated in this exercise were now sitting upright and gathered here.

These men, in their respective units, would be iron-fisted commanders with absolute authority, leading thousands of soldiers. But now, they were like a group of schoolchildren who had done something wrong, heads hanging low, not daring to breathe.

The atmosphere in the entire venue was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

The officers from the Red and Blue teams sat together, the tension from the exercise completely gone. They occasionally exchanged glances, seeing only bitterness and... a hint of sympathy and mutual understanding in each other's eyes.

We are all victims.

Suddenly, the conference room door was pushed open.

The old marshal strode in, followed by Gao Shiwei, Du Bangguo, and other generals from the directing department.

Among the group of brilliant generals, one figure who was unusually young stood out.

It was Su Chen.

He changed out of his combat uniform and into a crisp general's civilian uniform. The brilliant gold star on his shoulder shone brightly under the lights, making many officers present twitch.

All eyes instantly focused on Su Chen. There was curiosity, awe, curiosity, and above all, a profound shock.

This is the commander of the "Kunlun Brigade" who single-handedly stirred up a million-strong army and turned a century-long exercise into a personal show.

That's way too young!

Du Bangguo noticed the way everyone was looking at Su Chen, especially the look of disbelief on the faces of his subordinates from the Northwest Military Region. His lips curled up slightly involuntarily, and his usually serious face almost broke down.

He cleared his throat and glanced at Gao Shiwei, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot, out of the corner of his eye. He felt incredibly satisfied.

Old Gao, you tried to steal my girl before, now you're dumbfounded, aren't you? My grandson-in-law, aren't you awesome?

Gao Shiwei felt the smug gaze, snorted coldly, and turned his head away, preferring not to see it.

The old marshal walked onto the podium, his sharp gaze slowly sweeping across the entire audience.

The entire venue fell silent instantly.

"Tell me about it."

The old marshal's voice was not loud, but it seemed to carry immense force, striking everyone's hearts heavily.

"How did you lose this exercise? I don't want to hear your battle report summary; I just want to hear your most direct impressions of that unit codenamed 'Kunlun'."

After he finished speaking, the audience fell silent.

The crowd looked at each other, none daring to be the first to speak.

How so?

They're saying our tanks were overturned by hand?

They say our ace pilot was shot down in the air by a rifle?

They say our fully-equipped special forces brigade was wiped out by one person?

If I said that, who would believe me? I'd probably be mistaken for a mental patient and sent straight to the military hospital.

Seeing that no one answered, the old marshal frowned slightly.

He called out directly: "The 'Tiger' Brigade, you go first!"

The one whose name was called was a muscular senior colonel brigade commander from the Red Team. He stood up abruptly, saluted, and his face turned bright red.

"Reporting to the Marshal! My...our brigade encountered a combat battalion from Kunlun. The enemy...their marching speed exceeded our radar detection limits. Our entire armored regiment, before we could even deploy, was...was scattered by them. Our main battle tanks, in front of them, were like paper toys..."

His voice trailed off, finally escalating into a near-crying shout: "Report! I don't know how to describe it! That wasn't war, it was...it was a natural disaster!"

The word "natural disaster" made everyone present feel a sharp pang in their hearts.

Immediately afterwards, the commander of the Blue Team's "Iron Fist" Division also stood up. This major general, known for his fearlessness, was trembling with fear.

"Report! Our division... has been targeted for decapitation. The attacker, a lone individual, stormed our command post from 10,000 meters in the air. We deployed three layers of air defense, but they were... completely ineffective against him. He... he can fly!"

"Whoosh—"

These words caused an uproar in the room.

If overturning a tank is still barely understandable, then flying through the air is completely in the realm of mythology!

One commander after another stood up to speak.

Their reports were increasingly bizarre and mind-blowing.

"They possess the light-footed skills from martial arts novels or movies, moving with ghostly speed, making it impossible for our firepower to lock onto them!"

"Their bodies are harder than alloy; bullets don't even leave a mark!"

The entire debriefing meeting gradually turned into a "mythological story sharing session".

On the platform, Gao Shiwei and Du Bangguo's expressions grew increasingly solemn with each unbelievable battle report, their inner turmoil unable to subside for a long time.

Although they saw the battle from the command post, it was far less impactful than the firsthand experience of these frontline commanders.

This is hardly a military unit.

These are clearly a group of gods and demons in human skin!

After everyone had finished speaking, the old marshal slowly opened his mouth, his voice carrying an unprecedented solemnity.

"Comrades, I know that what happened today has overturned your understanding of military affairs built up over the past few decades. It is normal for you to feel confused, bewildered, or even fearful."

He paused for a moment, then looked intently at Su Chen.

"But today I want to tell you, this is the future of our Dragon Kingdom's army! The power wielded by the Kunlun Brigade is not mythical, but a completely new power that transcends existing technological systems—cultivation!"

Practice!

These two words exploded like a bombshell in the conference room!

Everyone stared wide-eyed at Su Chen on the platform, their eyes filled with fervor and disbelief.

The old marshal didn't give them much time to process what he was saying. He continued, "In this exercise, the Kunlun Brigade served as a whetstone, effectively testing our conventional forces' ability to respond to unconventional forces. The result was far from ideal!"

His tone suddenly turned stern.

"You, our million-strong army, are utterly vulnerable before this whetstone! It has exposed a series of fatal problems, including rigid command, outdated tactics, and poor adaptability! Each and every one of you must write a self-criticism report of at least ten thousand words! Reflect deeply!"

The officers and soldiers below the stage lowered their heads even further.

After giving his reprimands, the old marshal changed the subject again.

"Of course, exposing problems is the greatest significance of this exercise. From today onwards, the entire army's training syllabus will undergo corresponding reforms!"

"At the same time, units and individuals who have performed outstandingly in this exercise should also be commended!"

The crowd's spirits were lifted.

The old marshal announced in a loud voice:

"With the unanimous decision of the General Directorate and the Central Military Commission: Comrade Su Chen, Commander of the Kunlun Special Operations Brigade, is hereby awarded a First-Class Merit!"

"The Kunlun Special Operations Brigade, including its subordinate Kunlun Garrison Company, is hereby awarded a collective second-class merit!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent for a moment, then erupted in thunderous applause.

This time, the applause was heartfelt.

There was no jealousy, only admiration.

The Kunlun Brigade's achievements were genuine, earned by crushing a million-strong army, and no one could utter a single word of dissent.

Du Bangguo grinned from ear to ear and led the applause, his hands turning red from clapping.

Su Chen stood up and solemnly saluted the podium and all his colleagues below.

Under the lamplight, his young face was resolute and composed.