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

Dragon Kingdom.

The base is located in the mountains and forests.

fifth day.

The darkness before dawn is the deepest.

But the mountains and forests are not peaceful.

Or rather—

It has never been peaceful.

Five days and five nights.

One hundred and twenty hours.

720 minutes.

Forty-three thousand two hundred seconds.

Every second is spent running, lying in ambush, shooting, fighting, and trying to survive.

The 40-kilogram load felt like a second layer of skin, heavy yet no longer unfamiliar.

Wilderness Survival

When thirsty, they drink from mountain springs; when hungry, they eat compressed dry rations, wild vegetables, and even the snakes and rats they occasionally catch.

Real combat confrontation—

Bullets whizzed past your ears, explosions shook you, and every moment could mean certain death, forcing you to leave the battlefield.

Individual and team cooperation —

From initial unfamiliarity and panic to current tacit understanding and instinct.

Environmental and weather special operations

Glide along in the downpour, silently infiltrate the thick fog, and hunt silently in the darkness.

Special operations combat supported by new electronic information technology

Drones hovered in the sky, electronic sprites darted across the ground, and information soldiers provided support from the rear.

Every subject represents the limit of limits.

Those pairs of eyes.

Exhausted to the extreme, yet the light was frighteningly bright!

Like the restrained sharpness of refined steel.

They are no longer ordinary elite soldiers.

They are—

The king of soldiers.

He is a killing machine on his way to becoming a top-tier special forces member.

now.

The sky was just before dawn.

A milky white morning mist filled the mountains and forests, reducing visibility to less than thirty meters.

In a relatively secluded valley.

The 23 team members, spread out in tactical formation, are taking a short rest.

They said it was for rest and recuperation—

He simply leaned against a tree trunk, half-kneeling behind a rock, and took the opportunity to close his eyes for a few moments.

No one dared to actually lie down.

No one dared to lift the alert.

because--

Instructor Number Two's sniper rifle could lock onto their foreheads at any moment from some unbelievable angle.

Over the past five days, such "surprise attacks" have occurred far too many times.

Each time, someone "died".

Each time, it makes the survivors more vigilant, and also more...aweful.

One of the team members leaned against a tree trunk, his eyes closed, his chest heaving.

His face was covered with a thick layer of dirt and sweat, with only the area around his eyes and lips showing his original skin color due to the rain.

My lips are dry and cracked, with layers of white skin.

The combat uniform was no longer recognizable as its original color, and was covered with scratches, holes, and dried, blackened bloodstains.

But his right hand was still gripping the gun tightly.

Even when "resting," the fingers rest lightly on the trigger guard.

It's instinct.

It was a five-day, five-night extreme confrontation, an instinct etched into the very bones.

Sudden--

His ears twitched slightly.

His eyes snapped open!

There was no trace of the confusion of just waking up in his eyes!

Only a clear sky, sharp as a knife!

"alert!"

He let out a low growl and rolled to the side at the same time!

Almost at the same moment—

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out!

A cloud of colorful powder exploded from the tree trunk he had just been leaning against!

"Enemy attack—!!!"

The valley exploded instantly!

The twenty-three team members, like cheetahs whose tails had been stepped on, instantly went into battle mode!

Find cover!

Lock onto the direction of the gunfire!

Urgent commands came through the communicator!

What made their hearts race even faster was—

Gunshots rang out from more than one place!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Sniper shots rang out almost simultaneously from three different directions!

Every shot precisely targets a team member!

but--

Five days ago, they would have been easily hit, but now, as if they had foreseen the future, they made an evasive maneuver just before the gun went off!

Someone has rolled over!

A fish leaped!

Someone jumped right into the nearby depression!

Three shots, but only one person was "killed"!

But there was no frustration on his face.

There was only a bitter smile of helplessness.

"Hold……"

He muttered a curse under his breath.

"I still couldn't dodge... Instructor Number Two's gun..."

That's right.

These three shots came from the same direction—

Ye Feng.

He moved his firing position continuously within three seconds and fired three shots.

Three shots, three different angles.

Five days ago, this wave of attacks would have taken down three people with just three shots.

But now—

Only one fell.

In the fog.

Ye Feng knelt behind a rock, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Not bad.

These "newbies"...

Improved.

He raised his sniper rifle and scanned the fog-shrouded valley through the scope.

The boss is right.

These team members are transforming from "refined iron" into "high-quality steel".

And he...

As one of the forgers, I felt a sense of pride welling up inside me.

"continue."

He spoke softly over the communication channel.

The voice was calm.

"Let's see how long you can hold out."