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

Dragon Kingdom Time.

It's 9:30 p.m.

But tonight, no one is sleeping.

Whether at home or at a gathering or dinner outside, people are either glued to their phones, televisions, computers, or the large electronic screens in the square.

Everyone's hearts were on the same thing—those 23 compatriots, and that mysterious unit that had traveled thousands of miles.

The program will be broadcast live on all CCTV channels and all video platforms.

The host sat in the studio, her voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement:

"Dear viewers—the national military has dispatched a secret special forces unit to Country A at 10:00 AM to carry out an evacuation and rescue mission! They are expected to arrive at Country A's airport soon!"

She took a deep breath, her voice suddenly rising several notches:

"This operation by the nation's secret military force—everything from the marches and arrival in Country A to all the battles—is now being broadcast live!"

"To demonstrate the strength and military might of our Dragon Kingdom!"

"Let us all see—the indomitable spirit of the soldiers of the Dragon Kingdom, and their determination to protect their people!"

The television screen switched instantly.

It was Zeng Linglong and the Dragon Shadow team members in the transport plane cabin.

This was deliberately done by Mr. Liu and others through a live broadcast.

Use the time difference to disrupt and confuse the enemy's vision.

The image shows the cargo hold of a transport plane.

The 132 Dragon Shadow team members are resting in the cabin.

No one spoke in the cabin.

There was only the roar of engines and 132 faces covered in paint.

Their eyes were closed, but their posture was as straight as a sword's edge.

They stood motionless, yet their imposing presence exuded a resolute and murderous aura.

The steel guns were held tightly in their hands, motionless.

Just like their will.

Although their faces were painted, you could still tell that they had youthful faces.

Some of those faces still looked childish.

But at this moment, every face looked as if it had been carved by a knife and axe, resolute, determined, and ready to die.

In the square, a child playing suddenly stopped.

He pointed to the big screen and shouted excitedly:

"Dad, look! Those are our country's special forces soldiers!"

His eyes were bright and sparkling.

"I can feel the immense aura emanating from these soldiers even on screen!"

He turned his head and looked at his father beside him.

"Dad, when I grow up, I want to be a soldier! A special forces soldier like the one on the screen! To carry out missions for our country! To save our compatriots!"

The father looked at his son, at that innocent face, at those bright, sparkling eyes.

His eyes welled up with tears.

He did not answer his son's question.

Because at this very moment, he has already been infected.

I was deeply moved by the young faces on the screen, by the hands gripping steel guns, and by the overwhelming momentum that swept over me.

Everyone in the square was thrilled.

"Look! The nation has finally sent troops! They're already on their way to rescue our compatriots!"

"Live broadcast! Our country is amazing!"

"I am proud of our soldiers!"

Millions of people in the Dragon Kingdom, in different places, are watching the same scene.

Their eyes welled up with tears.

At this moment, everyone felt only pride and excitement.

That was the pride of being a Chinese, the exhilaration of seeing one's compatriots being protected.

Yan Ruge sat on the hospital bed.

Her right hand was tightly covering her lips.

On the television screen were 132 faces covered in paint.

She recognized Xiaoya.

The contours of that baby face were so obvious.

She recognized Tiezhu.

That imposing, mountain-like body and that憨憨 (simple-minded) face are so easy to recognize.

She recognized Ye Feng.

That cold, ruthless expression was all too easy to recognize.

She knew—Zeng Linglong must also be on the plane.

He was also on a mission.

She held back her tears and silently said in her heart:

"Brother Long... Xiaoya... Tiezhu... Ye Feng... you will definitely return safely and triumphantly, and successfully complete your mission."

That figure from the depths of her soul kept appearing in her mind.

She tried calling several times, but couldn't get through.

She didn't know why this was happening.

Tie Zhu couldn't contact her, and she couldn't contact Tie Zhu either.

It wasn't until she returned home from the hospital and saw the images on the television that she realized what was happening.

she cried.

It's a cry of pride, it's a cry of joy.

She recognized that figure and that face immediately!

So you were a special forces soldier protecting our country!

So, we couldn't reach you because you went to rescue your compatriots!

So that's what Brother Long meant when he said, "Your current power was earned with your life!"

Tong Ke desperately wiped away her tears.

But the tears kept flowing.

She stared at the TV and smiled.

That smile was one of understanding and pride.

Zeng Lingyu stared at the television.

Her eyes remained fixed, unblinking.

She knew her brother was on the plane.

In her heart, she silently said, "Brother, come back safe and sound."

Teng Ao, Teng Fei, Yan Hai, Li Lunjie, Hu Sanshao—everyone was in front of the television.

In everyone's heart, a cry is being made:

"Brother Long, may you return safely and triumphantly."

He Jing stood by the window.

Her gaze pierced through the night, looking south.

Look towards the distant African continent.

Her lips moved slightly, as if she were muttering something:

May my dragon be well and safe.

Ye Feng's parents clasped their hands together in prayer.

Their eyes were closed.

Her lips were trembling slightly.

They were praying. Praying for their son's safe return.

Xiaoya's parents were also making a wish.

Her mother held her father's hand tightly.

His palms were covered in sweat.