The Rise of a Special Forces Soldier Abandoned by a Wealthy Family

"Boom—!!!"

The first thunderclap was like a giant axe splitting the sky.

The pale lightning instantly illuminated the entire forest, etching the outlines of every tree and every rock onto my retina.

Immediately afterwards—

"Whoosh—!!!"

The torrential rain poured down like a burst dam.

Large raindrops pounded on the leaves, rocks, and soil, making a dense, drum-like sound.

The smell of moisture and earth instantly filled the air.

Visibility became blurred in the torrential rain.

Zeng Linglong's tightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open the instant the thunder roared!

There was no trace of the confusion one might expect from someone just waking up.

There was only a cold, sharp, and clear image, like the crosshairs of a sniper scope.

He quickly got up.

The rain immediately soaked his training uniform, which clung to his body, outlining his well-defined muscles.

"Inspect weapons and equipment."

His voice came through the downpour, calm yet carrying an undeniable sense of command.

"Prepare for action."

The team members around him immediately peeked out from behind the cover.

Quickly check the firearms, ammunition, and equipment straps with your fingers.

Quick and efficient movements, focused gaze.

A few minutes later.

Five figures, like ghosts, swiftly descended from the mountaintop.

It was those five reconnaissance team members.

They were soaked to the bone, but their faces were filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"Chief Instructor!"

One of them lowered his voice, rain dripping down his chin.

"Area 11—"

"No birds have flown out!"

"After the downpour began—"

"And no birds of prey entered that area!"

His eyes shone in the rain.

"There must be people in that area!"

"brush--!"

He did not hesitate at all.

His body lunged out like a cheetah!

Heading towards area 11, we're starting our full-speed sprint!

A 50-kilogram load.

The rain poured down.

The mountain road was slippery and muddy.

Any one of these factors could drastically reduce the marching speed of an ordinary person.

But Zeng Linglong—

His speed actually increased!

Raindrops pelted him, running down his tactical vest.

The slippery mud and fallen leaves beneath his feet—in his eyes—

It's not an obstacle.

It's a tool, not a tool.

He leaned forward, lowering his center of gravity.

When encountering a downhill slope—

It's not about going down step by step.

Instead, using the momentum of the forward thrust, he pushed off the muddy ground with both feet!

Like skiing, I slid down the muddy slope!

Extremely fast!

Rain splashed up two muddy waves!

When you slide to the critical point at the bottom of the slope—

His body then rolled forward in a fluid motion!

Dissipate the impact!

Get up and keep running!

The whole process was smooth and seamless.

It was as if the torrential rain and slippery terrain were tools he had already calculated in advance.

Behind them, the thirty team members stared in disbelief.

Immediately, his eyes flashed with a fiery light!

They immediately imitated Zeng Linglong's movements—

Sprint forward, glide, roll, and get up!

I was a little clumsy at first.

But he quickly grasped the essentials.

Using inertia to glide is much less strenuous than trudging through the mud step by step!

Much faster!

So... the head instructor was teaching them again!

No weather or environment is an absolute disadvantage in special operations.

If you don't know how to utilize it, then you're in a predicament.

Knowing how to use it—that's the best cover!

The most convenient way to march!

Even... it's a window for gathering intelligence!

The team members' hearts were pounding in their chests.

It wasn't because I was tired.

It's because of excitement!

Because once again, I witnessed it with my own eyes—

What is the true "art of the battlefield"?

Zeng Linglong's squad was like thirty ghostly figures in the rain.

Quickly reach the edge of Zone 11.

A relatively dense woodland.

Ahead lies the area where Ye Feng's team might be hiding.

The torrential rain continued.

Visibility is less than 100 meters.

Zeng Linglong stopped the march.

He raised his hand and clenched his fist.

All team members stopped instantly and took cover.

He gave instructions to more than a dozen team members.

"Heavy machine gun."

"Heavy weapons."

"Assault rifle—"

Zeng Linglong's voice came clearly through the rain.

"Remove everything."

"Tie it to a tree branch."

The team members immediately carried out the order.

Soon, several heavy machine guns and assault rifles were firmly tied to the trunks of several trees with vines and ropes.

The gun barrel was aimed at area 11.

"Steel wire."

Zeng Linglong continued.

"Tie on the trigger."

"Make it into a hair-pulling device."

The team members moved quickly.

A thin but strong steel wire, one end tied to the trigger, the other end extending out and hidden in the grass.

"Now--"

Zeng Linglong looked at the dozen or so team members.

"Take off your outer clothes."

"helmet."

"Use tree branches to prop it up."

"Visibility is blurred in the torrential rain—"

"From a distance, it looks like a human."

The order sounded somewhat absurd.

But the team members had no objections.

They quickly took off their soaked training jacket and removed their helmets.

Use sharpened branches to prop it up from the inside.

From a distance—

In the blurred vision of the torrential rain, they did indeed look like soldiers crouching behind cover.