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

The morning mist gradually dissipated at the edge of Death Valley, revealing the sacred and inviolable border line.

The boundary marker stands silently in the morning light. It is a bottom line forged with the blood of countless martyrs, a forbidden zone that no hostile foreign force dares to cross lightly.

Liu Ming walked at the very back of the group. His tactical uniform was completely soaked with blood and mud, but this did nothing to conceal the suffocating aura of a demon emanating from him.

Looking at the experts in front of him, supporting each other, staggering but with eyes full of the will to survive, the tension that had been taut in his heart finally began to ease.

"Hurry! Give it your all! Home is just ahead!"

The lone wolf led the way, keeping watch on the surroundings while encouraging the experts in a hoarse voice.

Tank, like a hardworking porter, carried three exhausted elderly experts on his back. His broad back became the most solid support for this group of intellectuals at that moment.

Poison Doctor and Vulture stood on either side, wary of any potential escapees. Ghost Hand, meanwhile, still clutched his prized computer, his fingers clicking incessantly to ensure there were no unusual electronic signals within a 30-kilometer radius.

"Director Liu... Director Liu..."

The elderly academician, draped in the five-star red flag, was being supported by two young doctoral students. He turned around and looked at the young man who was bringing up the rear with an extremely complex expression.

He didn't know what kind of carnage this man, known as "Shura," had endured. But he knew that if it weren't for this man, these fifteen old men would probably have become fertilizer in this primeval jungle long ago.

"Don't speak, conserve your energy," Liu Ming replied calmly, his eyes still scanning warily the foreign power's stronghold behind him, which he had personally turned into scorched earth.

Fifty meters from the boundary marker. Thirty meters. Ten meters.

"Get over it!"

With a low shout from Liu Ming, the fifteen experts, escorted by the Dragon Fang team, finally stepped across the boundary marker that represented life and death!

"salute--!"

Behind the boundary marker, Company Commander Zhao Gang, along with more than a hundred fully armed border guards, were already lined up and waiting.

When he saw the experts return safely, Zhao Gang's eyes instantly welled up with tears. He didn't use any fancy welcoming ceremony, but instead expressed their highest respect for these national scientific treasures and the few unsung heroes who fought so bravely in the most direct and solemn way.

"Whoosh!"

More than a hundred border guards, with perfectly synchronized movements, raised their right hands in unison and gave a very standard military salute!

Their movements were swift and decisive, their gazes resolute as iron. Bathed in the light of the rising sun, they stood like an unbreakable Great Wall of steel, silently guarding the peace of this land.

Welcome home!

Zhao Gang's voice trembled slightly with excitement.

Upon witnessing this scene, the experts could no longer contain their emotions and wept openly. Some knelt before the boundary marker, kissing the soil of their motherland; others tightly grasped the hands of the border guards, sobbing uncontrollably.

This is a feeling of ecstatic relief after surviving a catastrophe. It is also a deep sense of pride in the strength and power of this nation.

"Quickly! Medics! Conduct a physical examination on the specialist immediately!"

While directing his team of resettlement experts, Zhao Gang quickly walked up to Liu Ming.

Looking at Liu Ming's tactical uniform, whose original color was almost unrecognizable, and at the strong smell of blood emanating from him, even this tough guy who had been fighting on the border for more than a decade couldn't help but gasp.

"lead……"

Zhao Gang's voice was filled with awe. He knew that this young man had created a miracle in this primeval jungle in just one night—a miracle that would make any country's special forces tremble with fear.

"Don't call me leader, call me comrade."

Liu Ming waved his hand and sheathed the "Dragon Fang" military dagger, which had already been dulled.

He walked to the boundary marker, looked at the two large characters "China" engraved on it, and his eyes became incredibly deep.

"Old Zhao."

"Here!" Zhao Gang stood at attention as if by reflex.

"The experts are safe, but the matter is not over yet."

Liu Ming pointed to the jungle behind her that was still emitting black smoke, a cold smile curving her lips.

"These bastards dared to set up an ambush at our doorstep; there must be some big fish behind them. I got a ledger from that drug lord named Moza. It not only contains their transaction records with foreign forces, but also the financial transactions of certain comprador capital in China."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Gang's pupils constricted sharply.

Comprador capital? Financial transactions? This is a massive case with far-reaching implications! If this investigation continues, countless high-ranking officials and dignitaries will lose their heads!

"You escort the experts safely back to the theater command. Leave the rest to me."

Liu Ming patted Zhao Gang on the shoulder, then turned and walked towards the WZ-10 attack helicopter that had been parked in the open space.

"Boss, where are we going now?"

Lone Wolf and his men followed. Despite the bloody battle that had raged all night, their eyes still burned with the fierce spirit of war.

"Back to the capital."

Liu Ming stepped onto the helicopter, put on his tactical helmet, and spoke in a voice as cold as if it came from the deepest hell.

"These vermin hiding in the shadows dare to reach for the nation's most important weapons. I must cut their claws off at the root."

The helicopter engines roared, and its massive rotors whipped up a whirlwind. Under the awe-inspiring gazes of the border guards, this steel behemoth, carrying the Dragon Fang Squad and the top-secret ledger, soared into the sky, becoming a tiny black dot before disappearing into the horizon.

Liu Ming sat in the cabin, looking out the porthole at the endless, beautiful landscape below, and at the rising sun casting its golden rays across the earth.

He slowly lowered his hand, which had been taut all along.

He exhaled a long breath, a mixture of gunpowder smoke and blood.

"Round 1"

Liu Ming murmured softly, his eyes flashing with an almost frenzied fighting spirit.

"It's over."

"The next round..." "It's time to let those compradors sitting in their offices drinking tea taste what real fear is like."