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

The sea was deathly silent.

In the command center of the once invincible USS Enterprise, Admiral Smith sat slumped in his leather swivel chair, looking utterly lost.

All around was suffocating darkness, with only the faint, rapid red light of the emergency lights flashing incessantly.

The red light shone on his face, which was contorted with extreme terror, making him look both ferocious and comical.

His crotch was soaked, and a foul odor quietly spread through the sealed command cabin.

This top-tier general, who had spent half his life dominating the oceans, was utterly terrified in that one second. He stared at the completely blacked-out, world-leading fire control radar, at the stealth fighter stuck on the deck like scrap metal, and only one thought occupied his mind.

Kyushu... what exactly did that madman named Liu Ming throw into the sky?

This kind of full-band, full-physical-level electromagnetic sweeping is simply not the technology of this era!

"Sir...sir, what should we do?"

The staff officer's trembling voice rang out in the darkness, filled with a desperate sob.

Smith did not answer; his mouth was open, but he could not utter a single syllable.

All he could hear was the approaching roar of engines outside the window, like the roar of an ancient dragon.

……

"Boom—!"

The thick sea fog was forcibly torn apart.

In Smith's trembling gaze, a 10,000-ton stealth destroyer, completely black with sharp angles, as if it had sailed out of a science fiction movie, slowly emerged from the thick fog with an overwhelming aura, revealing its menacing bow.

Followed by.

The second, the third, the tenth.

Led by two nuclear-powered aircraft carriers, the invincible Kyushu fleet at this moment fully revealed its fangs, enough to make the world tremble.

On the decks of those warships, rows of anti-ship laser emplacements had already been focused, and all the dark missile silos were operational. Even more disheartening was the sight of hundreds of drones looming over the enemy fleet like a dark cloud.

That was a true encirclement and slaughter, a dead end with no suspense whatsoever.

Smith looked through the porthole at the Kyushu warships that were less than a few hundred meters away from him, and at the Kyushu soldiers standing on the deck, their postures as straight as pine trees and their eyes cold.

He finally understood that the young man named Liu Ming was not joking.

The fist of Kyushu is not just hard; it is the power of gods that can shatter the old order of the entire world!

……

Meanwhile, on the highway heading south from the city.

Two black George Pattons, unmarked but fully armored, sped through the night like two silent beasts.

Inside the car, Liu Ming was leaning back in his seat. He had changed into a simple dark blue casual outfit and was still holding the enamel mug with half of its paint chipped off.

Outside the window, the lights were rushing past.

"Boss, we're entering Ningzhou territory 20 kilometers ahead."

The tank driver's tone now betrayed an unusual mix of nervousness and excitement.

"understood."

Liu Ming responded with a faint "yes".

"Director Liu, you've really made a big fuss this time."

Nangong Yao sat beside her, fiddling with a set of exquisite porcelain. She looked at Liu Ming, her beautiful eyes filled with an almost fanatical admiration. "Just now, the Nangong Group's internal publication received news that all the world's shipping giants have sent official letters. They say that from today onwards, any ship flying our Dragon Kingdom's flag will enjoy 'absolute priority passage' in any sea area."

"They deserve it," Xi Wanqing said softly. She leaned on Liu Ming's shoulder, and the tranquility she had gained after surviving life and death made her appear exceptionally gentle.

"It's not just about the right of way."

Sitting on the other side, Lin Xiaoxiao also came over. The little witch's eyes were practically closed with laughter. "Master, my grandpa just sent me a text message. He said that the higher-ups have classified this naval battle as a 'rule-setting battle.' From now on, the rules on this earth will be ours to follow."

Liu Ming looked at these three women, each with their own distinct style. He smiled, a smile devoid of the ruthlessness he displayed when commanding an army, replaced only by the serenity of someone returning home.

"Whether or not there are rules to follow is a matter for the Grand Secretaries to worry about."

Liu Ming put down her teacup and gazed into the distance. "I just want to go back and see if those hot eggs in my hometown have gotten cold."

……

The moment the car entered Ningzhou, the first rays of morning sunlight just pierced through the clouds.

Ningzhou, a city that Liu Ming once single-handedly revitalized, has gone completely mad today.

The planned route home was completely blocked, not because of a car accident, nor because of road construction.

It's because of... people.

From the toll station onwards, the wide eight-lane road was packed with people.

It stretches as far as the eye can see, ten miles, twenty miles, thirty miles!

At that moment, the people of Ningzhou City seemed to put down their work. They helped the elderly and children, some wearing brand-new work clothes, others wearing simple farm clothes, holding all kinds of red paper and bouquets in their hands.

There was no government organization, no coercive orders.

This is the will of the people, the deepest and most fervent praise from this land for that "patriot who protects the nation"!

"Look! It's Director Liu's car!" someone in the crowd shouted.

"Whoosh—!!!"

Applause, thunderous applause! The sound was so loud it almost drowned out the roar of George Patton's engine!

"Judge Liu! Welcome home!"

"Director Liu! Thank you so much for saving our factory!"

"Child, look! That's Director Liu, the one who saved our lives!"

Liu Ming lowered the car window.

He looked out the window at the vibrant faces, flushed with excitement. He saw the old woman who had lost her son in a mining accident but now ran a supermarket in the resettlement community.

He saw the textile worker who had once been driven to desperation by unpaid wages, but had now become a popular online influencer.

He saw those clear eyes of children who represented the future.

These are the things he was willing to risk his life to protect; these are the reasons why he managed to carve out a bloody path through the filth of officialdom.

"Stop the car," Liu Ming said softly.

"Boss, there are too many people, it's not safe." Tank hesitated.

I said, stop the car.

Liu Ming's voice was unquestionable.

The car door opened, and Liu Ming got out.

He stood in the middle of the long, seemingly endless crowd. He didn't speak; he simply straightened his back and faced the red land that had given him birth and nurtured him, a land that had witnessed countless hardships and glories.

He bowed deeply to these most simple and greatest folks.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

A moment later, someone burst into tears. Then, sobs, cheers, and shouts, in the morning light of Ningzhou, converged into a tremendous force powerful enough to shake the heavens and earth and obliterate all conspiracies and schemes!

The roar of the Eastern dragon. It doesn't lie in those space-based weapons. It doesn't lie in those anti-ship missiles.

But it lies in... the hearts and minds of the people.

At that moment, the whole world saw this extremely shocking scene through satellite images: the young man standing in the center of the crowd, embraced by thousands of people.

That was an unstoppable force, that belonged to Kyushu, the true... soul.

"Let's go."

Liu Ming returned to the car, his voice a little hoarse, but with a smile in his eyes.

"Let's go home."

Nangong Yao, Xi Wanqing, and Lin Xiaoxiao looked at him with awe and tenderness in their eyes. They knew that this man had left an indelible mark on this era.

"Master, when you were standing there just now..." Lin Xiaoxiao said softly.

"What's wrong?"

"...Extremely handsome. Like a god."

Liu Ming laughed heartily and patted the shoulder of the tank in the front row.

"God's bullshit."

"I'm just an ordinary person."

The car, carrying this immortal legend, slowly drove towards the place where his dream began, amidst the cheers of the crowd.

On the waves of the East China Sea, the Kyushu Fleet remains, quietly guarding this legend that belongs to the dragon.

The roar of the Eastern dragon showed the world its unstoppable power.

"Director Liu."

"I'm home."