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

Two o'clock in the morning.

Zeng Linglong's finger hovered over the alarm button for three seconds.

He stared at the dark base outside the window, the outline of the dormitory building reflected in his pupils.

There, more than 500 training team members are sleeping.

They didn't know the drill plan, the combat zone, or what they would face after daybreak.

Three seconds later, he pressed it.

"Ugh—!!!"

"Ugh—!!!"

"Ugh—!!!"

A piercing alarm suddenly blared!

The silence of 2 a.m. was shattered!

Tear apart the entire base from its slumber!

In the dormitory building, all the lights turned on instantly!

All 528 team members jumped out of bed at the same time!

No confusion!

Don't panic!

It's just an instinctive—conditioned reflex!

Zeng Linglong's voice, amplified by loudspeakers, reached every corner:

"Now in Level 1 combat readiness drill—!"

"Special operations are unpredictable—!"

"Only be prepared at all times!"

His tone was urgent and infectious!

Like a fire, it instantly ignited everyone's blood!

"Grab your weapons!"

"Military helicopters are waiting!"

"Each of your 16 squads will be assigned an information soldier/communicator!"

"33 people per team—!"

"Board the plane as quickly as possible!"

"Briefing of Relevant Exercise Plans—!"

"After each team boards the plane, this message will be sent to the communications officer's computer terminal—!"

"This confrontation came without a plan—!"

"No battle plan—!"

"There are no rules at all—!"

"It's all up to you!"

His voice suddenly rose in pitch!

"remember--!"

"You are blades forged from the dust of hell—!"

"A steel warrior who has emerged from hell—!"

"Forget that you are made of flesh and blood—!"

"You are killing machines that protect our homeland!"

"This battle—!"

"Unleash your full power—!"

"Show us your style!"

"You will forge your name!"

"Go prove it—!"

He suddenly increased his volume:

"You guys aren't newbies—!"

"Who are you—!"

"The most mysterious and powerful force in the Dragon Kingdom's army—"

"Special Forces—!"

The words fell.

The alarm was still ringing.

But even louder than the alarm was the alarm of the 528 team members—

Boiling blood!

Burning fighting spirit!

When the first alarm sounded, Mountain Eagle jumped out of bed.

His body moved faster than his consciousness.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, his hands reached for the tactical vest at the head of the bed.

Five seconds to put it on.

Seven seconds, check the magazine.

In ten seconds, he had rushed to the door.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry—!!!"

The entire dormitory building has been blown up.

The corridor was filled with the roar of military boots pounding on the floor.

That wasn't running, that was smashing; every step looked like it was going to smash through the stairs.

The roar echoed across every floor!

Old Ghost, the sniper, was the second to rush out of the dormitory, carrying his sniper rifle with the camouflage cloth that had just been changed the night before wrapped around the stock.

His eyes were frighteningly clear, not at all like someone who had just been dragged from his sleep by an alarm—his pupils were contracted, his gaze sharp, like an owl suddenly opening its eyes in the dark.

Behind him, the heavy-firepower brute, Bull, charged out.

He picked up the M134 Vulcan cannon with his left hand—its six barrels gleaming coldly under the corridor lights—and with his right hand, he grabbed the ammunition box and slung it over his shoulder, his whole body like a human tank, rushing down the stairs.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

The assistant gunner, Monkey, followed behind him, carrying a PF-98 120mm rocket launcher on his shoulder.

He was also carrying an 88-type general-purpose machine gun in his left hand; the two pieces of equipment together weighed more than 30 kilograms.

But he ran faster than a bull, like an ant carrying a large tree, each step making the stairs tremble.

Shouts echoed from each floor:

All the snipers grabbed their pre-prepared sniper rifles!

The gun barrel gleamed with a cold, eerie light under the lamplight!

All the main heavy gunners grabbed the Vulcan cannon!

Rushing towards the stairs!

Six tubes rotate, like the teeth of death!

All secondary firemen, carry the rocket launchers on your shoulders!

With his other hand, he lifted the crane gun!

That heavy body weighed down on my shoulders!

But they kept going!

Rush outward!

"Hurry, hurry, hurry—!!!"

"Make way! Let me get off first!"

"Ammunition! Did you bring enough ammunition?!"

"I brought it! Let's go!"

Various ammunition boxes, weapon pouches, and equipment bags were flying through the air!

Each person must carry a load of at least 20 kilograms!

But they ran as if they weren't carrying any weight.

His steps were as swift as a cheetah's!

The sound of military boots clattering on the stair steps—

"Thump thump thump thump—!!!"

Dense like drumbeats!

As rapid as a torrential downpour!

The entire building was shaking!

Rushing out of the building!

It hurtled toward the tarmac!

528 figures, in the dim light of dawn, converged into a torrent of steel!

On the tarmac.

Several military helicopters have already started up!

The propellers are spinning wildly!

A tremendous roar, deafening!

The wind was so strong that it was impossible to open one's eyes!

The wind blew dust up from the ground!

"Hurry, hurry, hurry—!!!"

"Boarding! Boarding!"

"In squad order!"

Team members, rush towards your respective helicopters!

The hatch is open!

They filed in!

The movements were lightning fast!

They carried specially made computer bags and held tablets in their hands.

His eyes were calm yet sharp.

Like a falcon about to set off.

Sixteen information soldiers, sixteen pairs of eyes.

They are waiting.

Waiting to go to the battlefield.

The eyes and ears await to become teammates.

The last box of ammunition was thrown into the cabin.

The last team member jumped onto the helicopter.

The hatch slammed shut!

"Bang--!!!"

"Bang--!!!"

"Bang--!!!"

The sound of hatches closing echoed repeatedly.

"All personnel boarding complete!"

Reports from each squad leader came through the walkie-talkie.

On the control tower.

Zeng Linglong watched all of this.

A slight smile slowly curved the corners of his lips.

Within that arc lies satisfaction and anticipation.

and also--

A burning fighting spirit.

He turned around.

He looked at Ye Feng and the others behind him.

"Let's go."

"Let's go to the operations room first."

"Wait, it's our turn."