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

In the desert, more than a dozen desert off-road vehicles sped along, kicking up clouds of sand and dust behind them.

The wheels rolled over the gravel, causing the vehicle to shake violently, but everyone inside remained as steady as a rock.

Zeng Linglong sat in the lead car, his eyes like an eagle's, scanning the endless wasteland ahead.

Xiaoya, sitting in the back seat, suddenly spoke up: "Boss, we've spotted a hidden observation post three kilometers ahead."

"Stop the car!" Zeng Linglong shouted in an unquestionable tone.

More than a dozen off-road vehicles simultaneously slammed on their brakes, their tires screeching as they rubbed against the sand.

The convoy came to an abrupt stop amidst the swirling dust.

Zeng Linglong took Xiaoya's tablet computer.

In the footage transmitted back by the drone.

Three kilometers away.

On two small sand dunes.

Two sentries lay motionless under the desert camouflage netting, almost blending into the sand.

Their guns were pointed in the direction from which the Dragon Shadow troops were coming.

Zeng Linglong's eyes were as cold as a knife.

He spoke into the headset, his voice deep and clear:

"Death God, Old Ghost—Three kilometers ahead, on the sand dunes, one at the seven o'clock direction and one at the three o'clock direction, two sentries, eliminate them."

"Bang! Bang!"

Two sounds of kicking the car door rang out almost simultaneously.

Ye Feng and Lao Gui darted out like cheetahs, disappearing into the desert in an instant.

They moved incredibly fast, leaving two shallow footprints in the sand that were quickly blown away by the wind.

Zeng Linglong got out of the car, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it.

Smoke rose in wisps in the dry air, his gaze fixed on the sand dunes ahead.

As the cigarette burned to its end, he stubbed it out, and Ye Feng and Lao Gui's voices simultaneously came through his earpiece: "Target cleared."

He turned and got into the car. The convoy continued its high-speed journey.

After three kilometers, the car slowed down rapidly.

Ye Feng and Lao Gui's figures appeared from behind the sand dunes.

While the vehicle was still moving slowly, the two of them leaped into the car through the window like nimble cats.

The movements were fluid and graceful, without a single unnecessary element.

The convoy slowed down and slowly drove to the opposite side of the camp—1,600 meters from the Second Battalion's camp, the rocky mountain came into view.

Zeng Linglong took the lead and charged towards the mountaintop.

The military boots made a crisp clanging sound as they stepped on the rocks.

Behind him, more than a hundred figures followed closely.

At the mountaintop, Zeng Linglong lay behind a boulder and raised his binoculars.

The Second Battalion's camp is clearly visible in the footage.

Five-meter-high walls, four corner towers, barracks, ammunition depots, training rooms, and—the drill ground.

His pupils suddenly contracted.

Through the binoculars, twenty-three compatriots were being led one by one to the playground by armed men.

They were thinly dressed and shivering in the cold wind of dusk.

Their steps were unsteady, clearly indicating that they had not eaten or drunk anything for a long time.

Chenchen was held in her mother's arms, her small body trembling in the wind.

A cold glint flashed in Zeng Linglong's eyes.

His voice was as cold as iron:

"Divine Sparrow, have your people release the sprites as quickly as possible. At the same time, send the drones up to maximum altitude."

"Yes!" Xiaoya quickly put down her tactical backpack.

The twelve messengers also opened their backpacks at the same time.

First, Xiaoya and her communications team quickly raised the thirteen drones that were already in the sky.

The altimeter's numbers jumped rapidly—500 meters, 800 meters, 1,000 meters, 1,500 meters.

When the altitude reached its maximum and it was no longer visible to the naked eye, thirteen drones hovered over the Second Battalion's camp.

Like thirteen invisible eyes.

Then, there were countless little sprites.

Combat type, reconnaissance type, self-destruct type, and ammunition-carrying type.

They either crawled on the sand or flew at low altitudes, silently infiltrating the Second Battalion's camp.

Some disguise themselves as beetles, moving slowly across the sand.

Some disguised themselves as birds and circled above the camp.

Some are even smaller than mosquitoes, sneaking in through cracks in doors and windows.

They squeezed through the gaps in the wall.

They crossed the warning line.

Bypass the patrolling sentries.

Like an invisible ghost, it seeped into every corner of the camp.

Ten minutes later, different images appeared on the computers of all the correspondents.

Twelve screens, twelve perspectives, covering every area of ​​the Second Battalion's camp.

They were all synchronized to Xiaoya's computer terminal.

Xiaoya's fingers flew across the tablet, like a pianist playing a deathly melody.

Her AI-powered intelligence gathering system was running at full speed, rapidly scanning, marking, and analyzing across twelve screens.

Ammunition depot - marked.

Operations Command Center – Marked.

Monitoring system – tagging.

Communication system – marker.

Heavy firepower point - marked.

Densely populated areas – marked.

Each candy bomb was secretly planted by the little elves in every key location.

Meanwhile, all the little sprites were monitoring and listening to every move inside the Second Battalion in real time.

After all this was completed, Xiaoya then distributed control to each of the correspondents' computers.

Her voice was deep and clear:

"Remember, I've already assigned each of you the Pokémon and the area you're responsible for."

"Once the battle begins, you will cover your comrades according to the actual situation and provide battlefield intelligence in a timely manner."

"Yes!" all the communications officers answered in unison.

Xiaoya knelt down in front of Zeng Linglong:

"Boss, the drones and sprites have been deployed."

"I personally hacked into the other party's communication system and have been monitoring it in real time."

"I also synchronized the surveillance footage and listening system from the Phantom and drones to China."

"Our communication system has also been synchronized with Mr. Liu's, and we can now make calls normally."

Zeng Linglong continued to observe his compatriots on the playground through binoculars, and spoke into his headset:

"Old Liu, can you hear me?"

"I can hear you, Xiao Long!" Old Liu's voice rang out in the earpiece, hoarse and urgent.