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

"Reporting to the leader! The new generation 'Dragon Fang' Special Operations Brigade is fully assembled! Please inspect us!"

A top-secret military base in the western suburbs of Yancheng.

On the parade ground, shouts of battle shook the heavens. Thousands of young soldiers, clad in the latest individual exoskeleton armor, stood motionless under the blazing sun like rows of silent steel sculptures. Their eyes were sharp as eagles, and they exuded an aura of iron-blooded power that could chill any enemy to the bone.

Standing before them was Lin Xiaoxiao, also dressed in military uniform and bearing the star of a general.

She had long since shed her youthful naiveté, and her strikingly handsome face was now etched with the composure and authority befitting a commander.

Today, what makes even this iron-willed general nervous is the old man standing on the reviewing stand, wearing a faded old military uniform.

Liu Ming.

Twenty years after his retirement, he stepped back into the place where he had once devoted his youth and passion for the first time.

"Sir, look, this is our latest 'Dragon Abyss Generation III' individual soldier system."

Lin Xiaoxiao spoke with the pride of a child showing off a toy to their parents.

"Holographic targeting, electromagnetic pulse defense, and endurance more than ten times stronger than the system you used back then! Now our soldiers can single-handedly withstand a frontal assault from a conventional armored company!"

Liu Ming did not speak.

He stepped down from the reviewing stand and walked slowly among those young yet resolute faces.

He could sense that the equipment these children were wearing was indeed much more advanced than what they had received back then.

But he also sensed something was... off.

It's a kind of craftsmanship that's been wrapped up too well by high technology, and thus lacks a certain primal wildness.

"you."

Liu Ming suddenly stopped and pointed to a young lieutenant who was standing the straightest and had the sharpest eyes.

"Step forward."

"yes!"

The lieutenant suddenly stepped forward, his voice booming. He was the most outstanding recruit in this cohort, and the most promising "King of Soldiers" candidate.

"Punch me," Liu Ming said calmly.

"Huh?" The lieutenant was stunned, thinking he had misheard.

"I'll let you have a chance, just punch me once," Liu Ming repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"yes!"

The lieutenant no longer hesitated. He took a deep breath, focused his energy in his dantian, and with a powerful thrust of his waist, delivered a standard military straight punch, accompanied by a whistling sound, slamming it hard into Liu Ming's chest!

This punch is enough to shatter a five-centimeter-thick brick wall!

however.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Liu Ming stood motionless in place.

He didn't even raise his hand; he simply took the heavy punch with his seemingly thin chest!

The young lieutenant, however, felt as if he had hit a steel plate. The enormous recoil caused him to stagger back three steps, his entire arm going numb!

The entire room fell silent!

Thousands of young soldiers stared in disbelief at the scene before them, a scene that defied all the common sense of physics!

Is this old man, who looks about the same age as their grandfather, made of steel?

"Fancy and overly complicated."

Liu Ming shook his head, a hint of disappointment flashing in his cloudy old eyes.

"The speed is good, and the power is sufficient. But there's no killing intent."

"Your fists are for performing, not for killing."

He suddenly moved!

His movements were not fast, even somewhat slow.

But it carried the air of a master, like a gazelle hanging its horns, leaving no trace!

He simply took a step forward!

One turned to the side, the other leaned close!

The young elite soldier didn't even see how the other party made their move before he felt his center of gravity instantly lose balance. He was like a spinning top that had been pulled out of its grip, flying out uncontrollably!

"Bang!"

Another muffled sound.

The lieutenant fell hard onto the grass three meters away and couldn't get up for a long time.

He was not injured.

But his heart, which had always been filled with pride and confidence, was utterly crushed in that instant.

Liu Ming didn't look at him again.

He turned to face the thousands of eyes filled with shock and bewilderment, his voice becoming hoarse and heavy like never before.

"Kids, do you think that just because you're wearing this metal suit and carrying the most advanced guns, you're special forces soldiers?"

"wrong!"

He pointed to his head, which was already covered with white hair, but was still held straight.

"The real weapon is never the gun in your hand."

"But here."

He then pointed to his heart.

"And, here."

"I'm asking you, what is a special forces soldier?"

His voice suddenly rose, like a thunderclap from a clear sky!

"It's the patience to lie motionless for three days and three nights in the snow at minus forty degrees Celsius, without even blinking, all for the sake of a single piece of information!"

"It is the courage to detonate a last grenade and perish together with the enemy when all ammunition and food are exhausted, comrades have been sacrificed, and the enemy outnumbers them many times over...!"

"Yes, even if one day you take off this uniform and return to civilian life, and witness countless darkness and injustices, the bright red flag in your heart will never fall... your faith!"

He slowly walked to the August 1st Army Flag, which was fluttering in the wind.

He reached out and gently stroked the cold flagpole.

Those old eyes, which had seen through a century of ups and downs, were filled with endless vicissitudes and... pride.

He turned to look at the young soldiers who had been completely stunned by his words.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a heavy hammer, striking deep into everyone's soul!

"Loyal to the motherland."

"Fearless of life and death."

"This is the true essence of special forces..."

"……soul."