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

at the same time.

Mountain No. 7, deep in the hinterland.

Red Team's Temporary Operations Command Center for Confrontational Exercises

This place is shrouded in layers of camouflage.

The surrounding area is equipped with signal jammers and anti-radar systems, all operating at full capacity.

In addition to various obstructions—

This place is hidden very well.

Even with satellites like SkyEye, it would be difficult to detect.

around--

Armored vehicles!

Rapid-fire artillery!

All-terrain combat vehicle!

Lightweight missile!

Lined up in a row!

The steel behemoth exuded a chilling murderous aura in the dim light of dawn!

If Zeng Linglong saw this lineup—

It will definitely blow your mind!

This is hardly a special operations confrontation.

This is clearly the equipment of a heavily armored combined arms brigade!

Inside the temporary operations command center.

Several huge electronic screens display many small images.

It was precisely east of Plot 6 that the footage was transmitted from countless surveillance cameras.

real time.

clear.

Not one was missed.

The top commanders of the five military regions have all gathered here!

Old Liu!

Old Zhang!

Old Zhao!

Old Wang!

Mr. Zhou!

Zeng Yong, Deputy Commander of the Fifth Category of Troops!

Dragon Fang's leader—Mo Wei!

Wang Lihai, head of the Jiaolong project!

Everyone's here!

There was another person sitting at the head of the table.

Zeng Rong.

Zeng Linglong's grandfather.

Zeng Yong looked at the several CEOs above him.

His brows furrowed slightly.

"My lords—"

His voice carried a hint of hesitation.

"In this combat exercise, should we—"

"A bit too much?"

He pointed to the reinstallation screen.

"The Blue Team is nothing more than a bunch of rookies selected from among the newbies."

"this……"

He paused.

"Even if we win, it would be a bit of an unfair victory."

"You know nothing!"

Old Liu's booming voice instantly erupted!

The tent shook from the shock.

"Don't you know how cunning your little nephew is?!"

He stood up.

Walk in front of the screen.

"You should know—"

"He'll be participating this time too!"

"And he brought his entire squad with him!"

He turned around and looked at Zeng Yong.

"These people—"

"Each of them could wage war against a conventional army!"

His finger tapped on each name:

"Xiaoya—The Internet Ghost!"

"Ye Feng—The Grim Reaper on the battlefield!"

"Iron Pillar—A ferocious beast on the battlefield!"

"Those are codenames and reputations built upon the blood of countless enemies!"

He took a deep breath.

"Last time we rescued Professor Lin—"

"Weren't the terrorists heavily armed?"

"Your little nephew took less than five minutes—"

"Not only did they eliminate the enemy, but they also successfully rescued all the hostages!"

His voice rose.

"How many men did he bring with him that time?"

"Less than 100 people!"

"this time--"

"But he personally trained over 500 team members!"

"And they are all elites selected from various military regions!"

Old Liu snorted coldly.

"snort!"

"Your little nephew wants to win our cigarettes and alcohol?"

He chuckled.

"Does he think we old guys are so easily fooled?!"

He waved his hand dramatically!

"Therefore, all the plans for this combat exercise—"

"I'm going to try something different!"

"We'll set it ourselves!"

"It caught him off guard!"

"Then bring all those heavy equipment outside upstairs!"

"Let's see how he wins then?!"

"right--!"

Old Zhang also stood up!

What is special operations?

His voice was strong and clear.

"It means conducting combat operations under special environments and conditions—"

"That's what special operations are all about!"

"Who says special operations forces can't use heavy equipment?!"

He looked at Zeng Yong, Mo Wei, and Wang Lihai.

"The demands of the new era—"

"The mysterious force we'll be building in the future—"

"We must confront challenges from all angles, and engage in combat missions under various conditions!"

His eyes were like sharp blades.

"I'm telling you—"

"If you lose this time—"

"We old folks can't even get through the New Year drinking plain water—"

"You won't have it easy either!"

Mo Wei and Wang Lihai exchanged a glance.

In my mind, I'm ranting and raving—

Why did you all bet on us?!

But for soldiers, orders are their guiding principle.

They immediately stood at attention!

salute!

"yes--!!!"

"Mission accomplished—!!!"

Zeng Rong sat at the head of the table.

Looking at this scene.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

"Knock knock knock".

Everyone looked at him.

Zeng Rong smiled slightly.

That smile was full of meaning.

"You lot better watch out."

His voice was neither hurried nor slow.

"My grandson has many backup plans."

"His combat command style has always been unconventional and imaginative."

"They also come up with all sorts of backup plans."

"And in every battle, they always adopted a swift and decisive style."

"You old geezers—"

"Don't let things go wrong unexpectedly."

"By then, during the Lunar New Year, we'll really be drinking plain water—"

"You came to me to complain."

Old Liu and the others exchanged glances.

There was a clear hint of worry in his eyes—

There was also a sense of exhilaration.

Worrying is nothing more than losing a gamble.

But for them, it was even more exhilarating—

Under such conditions, Zeng Linglong can still win!

How powerful and terrifying will this Dragon Shadow Force be in the future?

That would be the Dragon Kingdom—

The sharpest blade!

Deep down, they actually wanted Zeng Linglong to win.

To win under such unequal conditions—

Then those old guys have been fooled—

And I'm willing to do it.

Because they are soldiers.

All interests must be prioritized for the sake of the nation.