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

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

The setting sun, like blood, dyed the entire base red.

On the training field, of the 2500 figures, only—

12 people.

They stood at the very front of the line.

His body was covered in mud and sweat.

His face bore the weariness of someone who had survived a disaster.

But the look in his eyes—

It's frighteningly bright.

Behind him were the 500 trainees who had already passed the selection process.

One.

Only 12 were selected from 2500 people.

The sniper program has five qualified participants.

Other subjects—

Two people passed the unarmed combat test.

Heavy firepower specialists, 2 qualified.

Demolition skills: 1 person meets the requirement.

Reconnaissance skills: 2 people met the standard.

In other subjects, the entire army was wiped out.

None of them met the standards.

The top five projects, which should have been selected, failed to meet the criteria because no one met the requirements.

Empty.

I don't want any of them.

These are Zeng Linglong's rules.

Not meeting the requirements —

It's better to leave it empty than to waste it.

Because the battlefield doesn't give you a second chance.

The 12 newly recruited members are now standing in front of the 500-person formation.

His chest heaved violently.

They knew—

From this moment on, they were no longer "hellish dust".

They are—

"Newbie".

But "rookie" only applies to the head instructor.

Outside, they can instill despair in their enemies—

Sharp blade.

On the playground.

512 training team members stood in neat rows.

Straight as a pine tree.

They stood solemnly like mountains.

On the left side of the formation are 16 information soldiers.

Each of them had a computer desk in front of them.

On the desktop is a tablet computer.

Desktop

Boxes and boxes of electronic gadgets, new types of drones.

They were densely packed, like a swarm of steel bees waiting to go into battle.

Sixteen information soldiers, after this period of grueling training—

It has been completely transformed.

They will be the future special forces—

eye.

ear.

An invisible killer.

On the platform.

Zeng Linglong stood in the center.

Behind him, twelve members of the Longhui team stood in a row.

Ye Feng, Xiao Ya, Tie Zhu, Jiang Tianhua, Fang Rong, Qi Liang, Tang Long, Guo Wei, Wu Lei, Li Wuguo, Zhang Zheng, Liu Feng.

Twelve figures, twelve monuments of slaughter.

Fang Rong and his three companions were urgently recalled.

As for Ye Ling—Zeng Lingyu's safety, Lawrence and two others are now responsible for guarding her.

Everything is running smoothly and efficiently.

Zeng Linglong's gaze slowly swept across the audience.

512 pairs of eyes were staring at him.

There was reverence in that gaze.

There is trust.

There is a desire.

have--

Burning fighting spirit.

He walked up to the loudspeaker.

Take a deep breath.

Opening the mouth—

"first--"

Zeng Linglong's voice, amplified by the loudspeaker, resounded throughout the entire playground.

"Welcome the 12 Helldust!"

"Become a newbie."

"Join the Rookie family."

Below the stage, the 12 newly recruited team members stood even taller.

Newbie.

This title, spoken by the head instructor—

This is not meant to belittle you.

It means approval.

"but--"

Zeng Linglong paused.

"Newbie? That only applies to me."

"I consider myself a newbie here."

"Outside—"

His voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"You guys are definitely not newbies!"

"But it's what can make the enemy despair—"

"Sharp Blade!"

Below the stage, 512 pairs of eyes instantly ignited!

"Your individual skills and teamwork—"

"We've reached a critical point."

Zeng Linglong continued.

"What's lacking is combat experience—"

"And the ability to adapt flexibly and flexibly on the battlefield."

"Especially in the new type of special operations—"

"Combat coordination".

He raised his hand and pointed to the 16 information soldiers to his side.

"Do you see them?"

All eyes turned to the information corps formation.

Sixteen information soldiers sat upright in front of computer desks.

Place your fingers lightly on the keyboard.

His gaze was calm and focused.

"In the future, on the battlefield—"

Zeng Linglong's voice was like a heavy hammer.

"They are your ears and eyes!"

"Never underestimate them!"

"But once they unleash their full potential—"

"Information warfare, infiltration warfare, attack warfare, assassination—"

"And electronic warfare, etc.—"

"They're all the strikers!"

He paused.

"Last time, I led you through five days and five nights of training and practice—"

"I think you already understand their importance."

"This is the latest special operations mode!"

"Humanity is progressing, and so is technology!"

His gaze was like a torch.

"If you use your extensive combat skills—"

"Combined with advanced technology—"

"To achieve perfect coordination—"

"That's truly terrifying energy!"

"for real--"

"Killing machine!"

Zeng Linglong took a deep breath.

His gaze became sharper.

"So, now is the time for you to unleash your terrifying power!"

The audience held their breath.

"Because in three days—"

Zeng Linglong spoke slowly and deliberately.

"I will lead you—"

"Begin to become a true killing machine!"

"To face it all at once—"

"Three unconventional special forces units—"

"Combat drill!"

The audience was deathly silent.

Three?

Unconventional special forces?

"And these three units are—"

Zeng Linglong's voice was like a thunderclap.

"Dragon Fang!"

"The Fifth Category of Troops!"

"as well as--"

"Naval Jiaolong Special Forces!"

"boom--!!!"

The audience erupted in cheers!

Dragon Fang!

The fifth type of troops!

Flood dragon!

That's the Dragon Kingdom's military's top-tier ace!

Zeng Linglong raised his hand.

Press down.

The boiling noise subsided instantly.

"I will lead you—"

Zeng Linglong's gaze swept over every face.

"Go and create miracles!"

"Go challenge them!"

"Go and defeat them!"

"you--"

He suddenly raised his voice.

"Are you confident?!"

"kill--!!!"

"kill--!!!"

"kill--!!!"

512 voices converged into an unstoppable torrent of steel!

The earth trembled violently!

The sky seemed to respond to the tremor!

They underwent a transformation of mind and body!

With blood, tears, the limits of human endurance, and a spirit on the verge of collapse—

I personally experienced a journey through hell!

Therefore, they have no fear!

If you can fight, then kill!

If you can't kill it, bite it!

If you can't bite through it, you'll just die!

And die—

It's not scary anymore!

This is what makes Zeng Linglong so terrifying.

He used tempering and reshaping to instill a belief in all these training team members—

The most primal, the purest, the one ingrained in the blood of soldiers—

The will to protect!

Once you possess a terrifyingly unwavering conviction—

No fear will arise!

In addition to later individual skills training and team coordination practice—

Zeng Linglong believes.

The training team members also believed it.

They will surely create a miracle!

Zeng Linglong took a deep breath.

His tone became more resolute.

"Within these three days—"

"You 512 team members will be divided into 16 teams!"

"Each team has 32 members!"

The audience members all perked up their ears.

"Each squad has a captain and a vice-captain!"

"Configure simultaneously—"

"Communications officer, sniper, heavy weapons specialist, assault soldier, demolition expert, spotter, scout—"

"wait."

Zeng Linglong's gaze swept over those familiar faces.

"You've already received invaluable instruction from your instructors!"

"I'll give you one more night!"

"Tonight, all instructors will be trained according to their different skills—"

"We will provide you with further explanation and correction!"

He paused.

"After dawn tomorrow—"

"Your two-day team collaboration and competition!"

"Then, take a day off!"

Three days later—

His voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"With your boundless energy!"

"An iron will!"

"Unwavering belief!"

"The skills I've learned!"

"A reconstructed body!"

"Type it out for me—"

"Your domineering spirit is uniquely yours!"

"Your murderous intent!"

"as well as--"

"Your glory!"

The 512 people in the audience were filled with excitement!

Even my breath became scalding hot!