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

The gunfire in Death Valley has stopped.

But thousands of miles away on the internet, a storm has only just begun to sweep across the land.

That morning, the national news agency released a brief press release of only thirty words:

[Our border troops and relevant departments recently thwarted a plot by unidentified foreign armed forces to sabotage our geological exploration efforts in the southwestern border region. All personnel involved have been safely evacuated.]

The fewer words, the bigger the matter.

In this age of information overload, netizens have a keener sense of smell than police dogs. Soon, unverified rumors began to circulate wildly in various military forums and secretive social groups.

"Have you heard? A war almost broke out in the southwest! The other side even used special missiles!"

"Impossible, right? The air raid siren didn't even go off."

"You know nothing! I heard we deployed a 'ghost unit' that snuck into their hideout and wiped out the entire mercenary group! They even took down the biggest drug lord in the Golden Triangle!"

"Holy crap! That's so epic! Which elite unit did this? Wolf Warriors? Or Jiaolong Commando?"

"I don't know, the unit number is top secret. But my second uncle's nephew works in logistics for the Southwest Theater Command. He said that night he saw several people covered in blood carrying a bunch of top-secret documents back. Their eyes... just one look at them could give you nightmares!"

The mix of true and false news ignited public sentiment.

No one cares what this unit is called. All they know is that in this seemingly peaceful era, there are still people on the border who, with their own flesh and blood, shield this country from the fangs of darkness.

Those who offend China, no matter how far away, will be punished!

This comment instantly topped the trending charts on various platforms, causing a stir across the internet.

……

Military airport in the western suburbs of Beijing.

A large military transport aircraft, the Y-20, painted entirely in gray-black, slowly landed on the straight runway amidst a tremendous roar.

Today, the airport is under the highest level of security. Guards are stationed every three steps, and sentries every five steps; fully armed internal security forces have completely surrounded the tarmac.

In the center of the tarmac.

There were no flowers, no red carpet, and no noisy military band.

Only a row of the highest-ranking military leaders stood ramrod straight, their shoulders adorned with dazzling general stars. Their faces were stern, their postures as straight as pine trees, resembling unshakeable iron towers in the autumn wind.

Standing in the very center was Marshal Lin Zhentian, who was sitting in a wheelchair.

The entire scene fell silent as the transport plane's hatch slowly opened and the hydraulic ramps descended.

The first to emerge were the thirty rescued geological experts. Although they looked haggard and were dressed in tattered clothes, when their feet touched this solid land again and they saw those familiar military uniforms, many of the veteran experts could no longer control their emotions and covered their faces, weeping uncontrollably.

"salute--!"

Accompanied by a command that could pierce through clouds and split rocks.

The dozens of generals present simultaneously raised their right hands to pay the highest tribute to these national treasures who nearly lost their lives for the country's strategic resources.

Followed by.

Six figures emerged from the shadows deep within the cabin.

They weren't wearing uniforms. Their tactical clothing was tattered, stained with a mixture of dried blood and dirt, and exuded a strong smell of gunpowder and death.

The tank carried the machine gun, its barrel gleaming from repeated use. The lone wolf carried the sniper crossbow that had saved countless lives. Vulture, Poison Doctor, Ghost Hand…

They walked slowly, yet they carried a terrifying sense of oppression that could change the very fabric of the world.

The last one to emerge was Liu Ming.

His left shoulder wound was simply bandaged, and blood had seeped out, staining half of his chest red. But he stood ramrod straight, and the murderous intent in his deep, ancient eyes had completely subsided, leaving only a serene stillness.

Seeing these six demons who looked like they had crawled out of hell, all the generals present couldn't help but gasp.

They were veterans who had crawled through piles of corpses. They knew all too well what kind of brutal battles had taken to forge the overwhelming murderous aura emanating from these six men.

"This is... a truly battle-hardened army."

A corps commander muttered to himself, his eyes filled with shock.

Liu Ming walked up to Old Lin without saying a word, but took out a file folder wrapped tightly in oilcloth from his pocket.

Those were all the irrefutable evidence seized from Moza's lair, recording Luo Binwang's collusion with foreign forces and his betrayal of the country's core mineral secrets.

"grandfather."

Liu Ming's voice was terribly hoarse.

"I've brought the person back."

"We've got the items."

Looking at his godson covered in wounds, Old Lin's cloudy old eyes instantly filled with tears.

His hands trembled as he did not reach for the file folder that could trigger a major political earthquake.

Instead, he grabbed Liu Ming's blood-stained hand.

Tightly.

Deadly.

"Good boy..."

Old Lin's voice choked with emotion. He patted Liu Ming's broad, still rock-solid shoulder, despite his injury, and tears streamed down his face.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"This country... owes you."

Liu Ming smiled.

The smile on that face, stained with gunpowder, looked somewhat tragic, yet incredibly open and honest.

"It's not hard work."

"This is what we should do."

He turned around and glanced at the five brothers behind him.

I glanced at this sky, the peaceful sky they had risked their lives to win back.

"As long as it's still light."

"As long as the ground is still warm."

"We old bones are always ready... to fight again."