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

Eight o'clock in the morning.

Sunlight pierced through the thin mist above the base, illuminating the training ground.

But here, there is no tranquility of the early morning.

only--

"Hurry, hurry, hurry—!!!"

"The last five kilometers—!!!"

"Charge!!!!"

The shouts of battle were deafening.

2500 training participants, fully armed.

The load is 30 kilograms.

30km off-road driving with full gear.

Route: Mountains, mud pits, rivers, obstacles...

The first subject: physical fitness selection.

The team members were swimming across the muddy riverbank.

The icy river water was up to their chests, but they gritted their teeth and struggled to swim forward.

Someone choked on water and coughed terribly, but their hands and feet didn't stop.

Someone got a leg cramp, and his comrade grabbed him and dragged him along to swim.

The second subject: shooting selection.

On the firing range, gunshots rang out like popping beans.

"Bang bang bang—!!!"

Various firearms were used in turn—

Rifles, pistols, machine guns, sniper rifles...

There were even rifle grenades and small-caliber artillery.

The team members had to complete shooting at different targets at different distances within a specified time.

A hit rate below 90% is eliminated.

The third subject: Sniper selection.

It is far away in the deep mountains and forests.

Static sniping – lying in ambush in the grass, motionless, waiting for the target to appear.

Dynamic sniping – locking onto a moving target while running, delivering a fatal shot.

Mobile sniping – moving between obstacles, dodging and shooting simultaneously.

Long-range sniping—800 meters, 1000 meters, 1200 meters…

The difficulty increases exponentially with every additional 100 meters.

The fourth subject: combat.

In the fighting arena, every punch lands hard.

Unarmed combat – grappling, counter-grappling, joint locks, strangulation.

Cold weapon combat—daggers, knives, tactical knives, every move is deadly.

Cold weapon assassination – silent infiltration, a single, fatal blow.

Ye Feng stood on the high platform, his gaze piercing.

Beside him stood Guo Wei, Wu Lei, Li Wuguo, Zhang Zheng, and Liu Feng, lined up in a row.

Everyone was holding a scoreboard.

His eyes were sharp as knives.

"Number 32, your fighting movements are too slow, points deducted!"

"Number 147, shooting accuracy 89%, eliminated!"

"Number 89, sniper's covert position exposed, eliminated!"

The cold, commanding voices continued to ring out.

Those eliminated team members gritted their teeth, lowered their heads, and left silently.

No one complained.

Because the rules were clearly stated from the beginning—

Only the top five in each selection process will be chosen.

If the requirements are not met—

I don't want any of them.

Zeng Linglong's demands on his team members were almost cruel and harsh.

Because he knows best—

The dangers and brutality of modern special operations.

The battlefield won't give you a second chance.

But Zeng Linglong didn't come today.

Because of these selections, Ye Feng and the others could easily carry them out.

And he-

There are more important things to do.

General Staff Building.

Mr. Liu's office.

The door was tightly shut.

But inside, the atmosphere was so heavy it could be squeezed out of you.

Five high-ranking military officials sat in a circle.

National Defense Science and Technology Elder Zhao, Navy Elder Zhang, Air Force Elder Wang, and Rocket Force Elder Zhou.

Five pairs of eyes, all staring in the same direction—

Zeng Linglong.

Zeng Linglong sat in a tea chair.

His eyes were darting around, and I wondered what he was up to.

"Kid—!"

Old Liu's booming voice fired the first shot!

Spit sprayed straight at Zeng Linglong!

"What exactly are you trying to do?!"

"I called her all night but she didn't answer!"

"What are you trying to do by arresting so many people?!"

"Would you only be satisfied if a few of us built you another prison?!"

Zeng Linglong looked like he was protesting his innocence.

"Old Liu, and a few other important figures!"

"This really has nothing to do with me!"

"I heard the news, so I just went to keep an eye on Xiaoya and the others—"

"Don't let things get worse."

"Give me a break!"

Old Zhang was so angry he almost bit off his cigarette holder!

He shoved the cigarette butt hard into the ashtray!

"It would have been better if you hadn't gone!"

"We all had a good dream last night!"

"With you gone, we've lost even our dreams!"

Zeng Linglong asked, puzzled:

"Isn't it better to have no dreams?"

"This proves that the big shots slept soundly last night."

“Pah!”

A sharp flick on the back of the head!

Old Liu had somehow appeared behind Zeng Linglong!

Zeng Linglong covered the back of his head, looking completely innocent.

"Can we have a pleasant chat?"

"Stop resorting to personal attacks all the time, okay?"

"That won't do!"

Old Liu glared at him angrily.

"None of us slept last night!"

"You tell me, where do we get our dreams from?!"

"So now we're going to collect some interest from you!"