Special forces soldier demobilization: Starting from the county government compound, a meteoric rise

500 meters low altitude.

This is an extremely dangerous altitude for parachuting. Normally, the minimum safe deployment altitude for a regular paratrooper is 800 meters. Below this altitude, the time available for the parachute to open and for the personnel to adjust their attitude is minimal; a slight mishap could result in total annihilation.

However, this is a border buffer zone. High-altitude parachuting would make one too large a target and easily detected by enemy air defense radar.

Their only option was to perform an extreme low-altitude parachute jump, gliding silently into this valley of death like bats.

The wind howled in my ears.

The moment the six dark figures left the cabin, they were like six black meteorites pulled by gravity, crashing into the dense primeval jungle that resembled a black ocean in free fall!

At the critical moment of life and death, less than 100 meters from the canopy!

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Six black Pterosaur paragliders burst open in the night sky almost simultaneously with a "bang"!

The powerful pulling force drastically reduced their descent speed. The six men skillfully manipulated the parachute lines, weaving and gliding through the extremely narrow gaps in the treetops, as if dancing on a knife's edge. Such extreme control over wind direction, speed, and body balance is something that few special forces units around the world can achieve with such fluidity.

"Pfft."

Liu Ming's military boots landed firmly on the thick humus soil.

With a single swipe of his hand, he severed the parachute lines. The black parachute deflated like a punctured balloon, instantly collapsing to the ground, where he quickly crumpled it up and stuffed it into a nearby bush.

"The lone wolf is in position."

"Tanks in position."

"The vultures have arrived."

……

In less than ten seconds, five team members’ deliberately lowered, steady voices came through the communication channel one after another.

No one was injured, no one fell behind. This "Dragon Fang" squad, which once struck fear into the hearts of the entire underworld, has finally regrouped at full strength in this familiar jungle after several years!

Liu Ming straightened up and took a deep breath of the air, which was filled with the smell of damp earth and decaying leaves.

"Old friends, you all still remember the way home, right?"

A low chuckle came through the earphones. It was the tacit understanding between comrades-in-arms, a knowing understanding that transcends words.

……

Three kilometers from the drop zone, at the forward command post of a certain border defense regiment of China.

Company Commander Zhao Gang paced anxiously back and forth in the tent. He had received a direct order from his superiors that a "special team" was to enter Death Valley that night to carry out a top-secret rescue mission, and he was in charge of providing full support and assistance.

However, looking at the pitch-black sky outside and the motionless scanning interface on the radar screen, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

We haven't even seen a helicopter, how are these people going to get in? Could they really fly down from the sky?

Just as Zhao Gang was getting so anxious he wanted to curse,

"Company commander! There are people outside!"

A young soldier on guard duty scrambled into the tent, his face pale and his hand trembling as he saluted.

"What's the panic! They're on our side!"

Zhao Gang shoved the young soldier aside, lifted the tent flap, and rushed out.

However, when he saw the six people standing in the open space of the command post, the words "Welcome, Commander" that were on the tip of his tongue got stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say them no matter what.

Those aren't soldiers on a mission.

Those were clearly six killing gods who crawled out of the deepest hell!

They weren't wearing standard military uniforms, but rather black tactical suits, their faces covered in camouflage mud, revealing only pairs of eyes that gleamed with a cold, eerie light in the night.

The man in the lead was tall and slender, with eyes as calm as a still pond, but his imposing aura made it difficult for all the border guards present to even breathe.

And behind him.

That giant, who was as tall as an iron tower, was actually carrying a six-barreled Gatling gun, commonly known as the "Vulcan Cannon"! The gleaming yellow ammunition belts wrapped around his body made him look like a mobile arsenal.

There was also a gaunt man who was playing with a strangely shaped claw knife. When he glanced at the soldiers around him, it was as if he were looking at a bunch of livestock waiting to be slaughtered.

murderous look.

The murderous aura was so intense it almost solidified into a tangible substance.

Zhao Gang was a tough guy who had been on the front lines and seen blood. But in front of these six men, he felt his legs go weak, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his camouflage uniform.

He had seen the champions of the entire army's competitions, and he had also seen those arrogant special forces soldiers.

But compared to these six "monsters," those people were like flowers in a greenhouse encountering a pack of wolves in the wilderness!

What the hell kind of unit is this?

"You're Zhao Gang?"

Liu Ming stepped forward, her voice low and deep, breaking the suffocating silence.

"Yes...yes, sir!" Zhao Gang snapped back to reality, snapped to attention, and gave a quick military salute, his voice slightly off-key due to nervousness.

Liu Ming did not return the gift; he was now a "Shura," not a director.

"Enough with the nonsense. Hand over your area radar command to me." Liu Ming pointed to the several flashing instruments in the command post.

"this……"

Zhao Gang was taken aback. Radar command was the lifeblood of border defense, and according to regulations, it could not be easily transferred. But when he met Liu Ming's cold gaze, all his words of refusal were swallowed back.

"yes!"

Liu Ming strode into the tent.

Ghost Hand followed closely behind, and before Zhao Gang could even hand over his men, he had already skillfully pulled out a chair and sat down, his ten fingers moving across the keyboard like a blur.

"Password cracked. Connecting to the military region's Sky Eye system... Synchronizing satellite thermal imaging data... Over."

In just thirty seconds.

The radar screen, which had previously displayed only blurry terrain, instantly became crystal clear. A 3D holographic map showing the extremely complex terrain inside Death Valley was presented to everyone.

Zhao Gang and several communications soldiers were dumbfounded. This skill, this speed—even their military region's top information warfare unit couldn't do that!

"Boss, we found it."

Ghost Hand pressed the Enter key.

On the screen, about ten kilometers away in the depths of a canyon, a large patch of dense green dots appeared; those were the thirty scientific expedition members and armed police trapped in the cave.

And around these green dots.

A dozen or so glaring red dots formed a fan-shaped circle, like a pack of hungry wolves, tightly blocking all the exits of the cave.

"The other side is very professional. These dozen or so red dots not only occupy all the high ground and sniping positions, but they are also constantly changing positions and providing mutual fire support."

Ghost Hand pushed up his glasses, his eyes serious.

"Furthermore, they've planted a large number of tripwire mines and infrared-sensing bombs near the valley entrance and water source. These bastards aren't trying to force surrender; they're trying to starve the people inside."

Upon hearing this analysis, Zhao Gang broke out in a cold sweat even more profusely.

With such tight firepower, let alone their border defense company, even if a whole regiment were to launch a strong attack, they would pay a heavy price!

"This is outrageous! Do these mercenaries really think this is their backyard?" Tank clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking, his eyes gleaming with bloodthirsty excitement. "Boss, give the order! I guarantee we'll smash those red dots into mincemeat!"

Liu Ming did not speak.

He stared silently at the green area surrounded by red on the screen, his gaze so deep it was frightening.

He knew who those mercenaries were.

In the world of special operations, this tactical style and ruthless tactics are unique, except for the team that once gave him a hard time in the African jungle.

"Scorpion."

A cruel yet wild smile slowly curved Liu Ming's lips.

"Back then on the banks of the Congo River, we let a few of you escape. I never expected that you would deliver yourselves to our doorstep today."

He turned around.

Looking at the group of brothers in front of him who were already eager to drink blood.

"Lone Wolf, take control of Hill 2 and remove their 'eyes'."

"Tank, you go first. Use that big thing you're carrying to show them what China's 'heavy metal symphony' is all about."

"Poison Doctor, Vulture. Flank on both wings, eliminate the sentries. Remember, I want them to die silently."

"Ghost Hand, cut off all their communication with the outside world. I'm going to make them blind and deaf."

A series of commands, executed without the slightest hesitation, precise and deadly.

The five elite soldiers simultaneously pulled back their rifle bolts, their eyes blazing with a chilling, fanatical fighting spirit.

Liu Ming looked again at the flashing red dots on the screen.

His eyes turned completely cold at that moment.

"Game begins."

Liu Ming's voice echoed in the cramped tent, carrying a deathly aura that sounded like a pronouncement.

"The prey has entered."