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

Second Battalion Base.

basement.

A dark, cold, and damp prison cell.

The 23 Chinese hostages leaned helplessly against the cold corner of the wall.

They had not eaten or drunk a drop of water for almost a day.

Hunger, thirst, and cold—had been forgotten by the fear and despair within.

The cell was deathly silent.

Only empty eyes, flickering weakly.

"Mother……"

Chenchen's voice broke the deathly silence of the cell.

He nestled tightly in his mother's arms, his voice weak and helpless, trembling with sobs:

"I'm so hungry...so cold...so thirsty...and so scared..."

The mother had already cried all her tears.

She could only cry silently and hug Chenchen tightly again.

She wanted to warm her son with her mother's body heat.

But at this moment, her body was also cold.

That embrace was so desolate, so powerless.

A middle-aged woman stood up.

She herself was shivering with cold, but without hesitation, she took off her top and gently wrapped it around Chenchen's body.

The movement was like wrapping up a fragile treasure.

Her actions, like a spark, ignited the kindness and unity inherent in this nation.

Two young men simultaneously took off their shirts.

One was draped over Chenchen, and the other over the middle-aged woman.

One of the young men smiled slightly and sat down on the cold ground.

"We are young and healthy, and we are not afraid of the cold."

His voice was soft, yet in the deathly silence of the prison cell, it was like a thunderclap.

Chenchen, wrapped in clothes still warm from her body, finally stopped shivering.

He looked at the young man, at the aunt, and at every tired yet warm face in the prison cell.

He didn't understand what sacrifice meant, but he knew that these people were protecting him.

The middle-aged woman looked eastward and asked softly:

"Do you think the government will send troops to rescue us?"

Everyone turned their gaze eastward at the same time.

Their country is there.

Their home is there.

There, there are steel warriors who protect the people.

"Yes."

The young man filming the video clenched his fist.

"When we were abducted, I filmed a video and sent it to my family. I trust the country; they will find out soon."

His voice was as firm as a rock.

Everyone stood up.

Chenchen was also woken up by her mother and stood up straight.

23 people, hand in hand, holding each other's hands tightly.

Their gazes were both turned eastward.

In those eyes, there was expectation and trust.

Second Battalion Operations Room.

The battalion commander, a madman, was pressing a pistol against the deputy battalion commander's forehead.

His expression was brutal and twisted:

"How did the leaders know I kidnapped the Chinese? Did you leak the information?!"

The deputy battalion commander looked aggrieved, but deep in his eyes lurked a murderous intent.

"This really isn't my fault! I didn't snitch! Besides, I was the one who carried out the kidnapping; I did it myself. If the leader wants to blame someone, I'm the first victim!"

His voice was choked with sobs, like that of a pitiful person who had been wronged.

"Commander, you'd better hurry up and come up with a plan to engage the enemy! The deputy commander will be arriving with his men soon!"

"What kind of countermeasures are you coming up with?"

The madman sheathed his pistol and snorted coldly.

"The Second Battalion is impregnable, and they have 23 hostages. Would they dare to engage in direct combat?"

He pointed the muzzle of his gun at the deputy battalion commander's chest.

"The deputy commander only told me to guard the Second Battalion. You—quickly arrange for people to place observation posts more than 2000 meters away from the camp, in case of enemy activity."

He turned and looked out the window at the desolate desert.

A cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Also—drag those hostages to the parade ground! I can't wait until tonight; let's play a hunting game first. Anyway, even if the Dragon Kingdom sends troops over, it's eight or nine thousand kilometers away, so it won't be that fast!"

He raised his hand and made a shooting gesture.

"Get the brothers ready with their weapons. This time—I'm going to go on a killing spree!"

he does not know.

Ryuichi Sawada didn't know either.

The moment Zeng Linglong received the news, he immediately led his men to rush over at full speed.

He flew for six or seven hours before the Dragon Kingdom held a press conference to announce its preparations to send troops.

Zeng Linglong created a time difference, which also served to confuse the audience.

The deputy battalion commander gave a subtle, cold laugh.

That smile vanished in a flash.

He bowed and said, "Yes, Battalion Commander." Then he turned and left. His eyes, the moment he turned away, became colder than a venomous snake.