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

At the same time, Tie Zhu and Guo Wei, leading their heavy firepower team, quickly jumped out of their cover.

Their figures appeared like lightning from all directions at the foot of the camp wall.

The five-meter-high wall is like an insurmountable barrier.

But for them, it's not an obstacle.

Tie Zhu was the first to charge forward.

The military boots slammed down on the two team members' hands, and the two of them pushed upwards with all their might, and Tiezhu had already grabbed the top of the wall.

He suddenly exerted force with both hands and flipped up as lightly as a swallow.

He lay down and stretched his hands downwards.

The two team members took turns pushing off the wall, using the momentum to climb upwards, each grabbing a metal post.

Tie Zhu pulled hard, and the two of them climbed onto the wall.

It took less than 25 seconds from the start to climbing the wall.

They conquered a five-meter-high wall in a much shorter time, a time that would normally take conventional troops to climb a three-meter-high wall.

All the heavy gunners went up the wall.

Vulcan cannons, heavy machine guns, and rocket launchers sealed off every area of ​​the camp from four directions.

They were just waiting for Zeng Linglong to give the order.

The main conference room.

The first boss and Zeng Lao, among others, all stood up straight as they saw Zeng Linglong's team members descending like divine soldiers.

Their eyes were fixed on the screen, not daring to blink.

The first CEO said to his chief secretary, "Connect to the live broadcast room."

The secretary quickly clicked on the tablet.

That video just now spread like wildfire throughout every household in China.

Dragon Kingdom.

It was exactly 10 p.m.

Suddenly, another image appeared on the television screen.

In the square, someone exclaimed, "Look! The TV is showing images of our compatriots who have been kidnapped!"

"My God! How did the government manage to do that? Live broadcast!"

"Is this footage from the FAST satellite?"

Similar statements are occurring simultaneously in countless places.

However, before they could get excited—when they saw the rules of the game.

When you hear the words of a madman, when you see your fellow countrymen being played with like toys.

The hundreds of millions of people of the Dragon Kingdom are united in their hatred of the enemy!

The people in the square had forgotten the cold.

They stood in the cold wind, raising their right hands at the same time.

Kill! The sound echoed throughout the square, through the night sky, and throughout the entire city!

If you're driving, pull over immediately and firmly press the horn button on the steering wheel.

The piercing horn sounded like an angry roar, venting the anger in its heart.

People indoors, in the square, and on the street all roared at the same time—while car horns blared loudly.

On one side, there was a chorus of shouts—Kill! Kill! Kill!

When Chenchen's video was played—when you saw that two-year-old child kneeling on the cold ground, crying out, "Chenchen doesn't kill people, Chenchen is a good child"—it was a shock.

Everyone was moved to tears.

Tears streamed down the faces of millions.

The shouts of battle grew even louder, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing.

Chenchen's grandparents saw this scene on the television.

The two elderly people knelt on the ground at the same time. Their bodies were trembling violently.

Tears streamed down her face as she cried out, "My grandson! Someone please save my poor grandson! My daughter-in-law!"

When Chenchen's father saw this scene, he cried out, "Ahhhhhh!!!"

He pounded his fists against the wall, again and again.

Blood seeped from between his fingers, staining the white wall red.

Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision.

In the live stream, Chenchen, Chenchen's mother, the young man, and the kind middle-aged woman stood together in the cold wind.

Because Chenchen didn't fire, the young man didn't kill Chenchen either.

Finally, all four men were held at gunpoint by the militants of the Second Battalion.

The live stream video was delayed by ten minutes.

In fact, Zeng Linglong's side had already begun their operation.

But the scene at this moment has already caused hundreds of millions of people to begin to despair.

They watched as innocent Chenchen stood in the cold wind, looking desolate and desperate under the cold muzzle of a gun.

Everyone closed their eyes, clasped their hands together, bowed their heads, and made wishes and prayed.

Just then—a roar rang out from the television screen!

The sound was like a thunderclap!

Like a volcanic eruption!

"Bomb it! Fire!!"

"BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!!"

Candy-themed remote-controlled bombs detonate simultaneously!

A towering flame shot up from the direction of the ammunition depot!

The operations command center was bombed into ruins!

The entire monitoring system has failed!

The communication system is completely paralyzed!

The heavy weapons point was blown into the air!

The densely populated area was engulfed in flames!

Immediately following was the whooshing sound of rockets!

It's the roar of the Vulcan cannon!

It was the roar of a heavy machine gun!

"Whoosh—! Whoosh—! Whoosh—!"

The rockets, trailing plumes of flame, were precisely aimed at the barracks and bunkers.

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat—!!!" The six barrels of the Vulcan cannon spun, and bullets poured out like a torrential rain.

"Bang bang bang bang—!!!" The heavy machine gun fired in bursts, each shot taking away an enemy.

The crowd opened their eyes in shock.

What they saw first was a sea of ​​fire.

Then came the image of bullets flying everywhere, followed by footage of militants falling to the ground.

The armed men who had pointed guns at Chenchen and her three companions all had bloody holes burst in their heads at the same time.

Blood splattered in the firelight.

The scene was brutal.

But the hundreds of millions of people in China were thrilled!

"Look! It's our country's special forces! They've arrived!"

"They descended like saviors, like gods!"

"My God! Is this a miracle? They've arrived so quickly and launched a rescue operation!"

Inside the camp.

All Dragon Shadow team members have turned on the audio-visual cameras on their helmets.

For the first time, hundreds of millions of people saw the faces of these guardians so clearly through the live broadcast.

His face, covered in paint, was young, resolute, and menacing.

Tie Zhu stood on the wall, holding the Vulcan cannon.

Bullets rained down like a storm, the recoil causing his entire body to tremble violently.

But his gun barrel remained as steady as a rock.

His eyes were as cold as a knife.

The same applies to other heavy firepower units.

Ye Feng and other snipers used their sniper rifles to continuously call out names.

With each gunshot, an enemy fell.

Their marksmanship was as precise as that of the Grim Reaper.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

More than a dozen desert off-road vehicles roared deafeningly.

The demolition expert pressed the detonator, and the thick concrete wall was blasted open at a specific point, creating a large hole.

The off-road vehicle drove straight in, its six-wheel drive power crushing the collapsed ruins, like an ancient behemoth rushing into the camp from all directions.

These images have no special effects or filters.

But it's more thrilling than any action movie, and more exciting than any special effects.

Then, on screen, another roar erupted. It was a unified roar, now sounding like heavenly music: "We are—Special Forces of the Dragon Kingdom Army! Warriors from hell!"

The sound resounded throughout the camp, the desert, and the eardrums of hundreds of millions of people in the Dragon Kingdom.

It completely ignited the sky!

In the square, everyone simultaneously raised their right fists and roared in anger:

"A warrior from hell!"

On the street, all the vehicles honked their horns at the same time, the sound merging into a steel torrent!

In every household, everyone stood up at the same time, tears and smiles mingling.