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

Inside the camp, it was engulfed in flames.

The armored vehicle's armor was penetrated, thick smoke billowed from the engine compartment, and then with a loud "boom," the turret was blown off, and burning fragments flew everywhere.

The rapid-fire artillery was directly hit by a rocket, causing the barrel to twist and break, the ammunition to explode, and the shockwave overturned everything around it.

Explosions, gunshots, and screams intertwined to create a symphony of death.

The madman's pupils suddenly contracted at the hellish sight.

He had no time to react.

Zeng Linglong's playing style has always been fast and efficient.

The simultaneous explosions, sniper kills, and heavy firepower suppression caused heavy losses to the Second Battalion in an instant.

His brain was still processing the information from the first explosion when the third, fifth, and tenth explosions followed in quick succession.

This is not a battle, this is a massacre.

In Lao Gui's sniper scope, the crosshairs were locked onto the madman's forehead.

His breathing was steady, and his finger rested lightly on the trigger.

"Bang—" The bullet tore through the air and hurtled straight at the target.

A sense of crisis surges through the madman's nerves like an electric current; it's an instinct honed from countless brushes with death.

Without thinking, his body reacted before his consciousness could react—he lunged forward.

The bullet was originally aimed at his head, but ended up in his left shoulder.

Blood splattered as the madman lunged at the ground, then rolled on the spot. Bullets grazed his body and embedded themselves in the ground, sending cement fragments and dust flying everywhere.

Old Ghost's sniper bullets kept firing at him, one shot after another, giving him no chance to catch his breath.

The madman was helpless; there happened to be a teammate lying on the ground in front of him.

He lifted the teammate with both hands, intending to use him as a shield to block bullets.

Old Ghost saw this scene through the scope, his face, covered in paint, filled with rage and murderous intent.

He quickly grabbed another Barrett anti-materiel sniper rifle next to him, loaded with tungsten steel armor-piercing rounds—bullets capable of penetrating armored vehicles.

His movements were simple, efficient, and quick; he barely spent time aiming before raising his gun and firing.

"Bang--!!!"

The Barrett's massive vibration and recoil kicked up dust from the ground.

The tungsten carbide warhead, carrying devastating kinetic energy, pierced through the soldier's forehead.

It continued flying, trailing a cloud of blood—passing through the madman's head.

The madman's eyes were wide open, and he died without understanding that the other side had actually used tungsten steel bullets.

His body stiffened for a moment, then crashed heavily to the ground like a collapsing wall.

A powerful figure was thus eliminated by the old ghost.

Old Ghost has learned his lesson this time.

He knew the enemy also had snipers.

He quickly bent down and took off his helmet.

Then, with a roll, he hid in the pre-selected cover nearby.

Almost the instant he left.

The enemy sniper's bullet hit the spot he had just been standing in—but it only hit a helmet.

Old Ghost chuckled from another bunker!

He leaned out again, and the muzzle of his gun was already locked onto the enemy sniper's position.

"Bang—" The enemy sniper was killed.

Old Ghost didn't linger; he practically fired one shot and then moved to a different cover.

He had already observed this while he was lying in wait—he had planned out the various bunkers, how to retreat, and how to attack.

Ghostly, and cunning—a deadly cunning to the enemy.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

From the moment Zeng Linglong gave the order to fire to the moment the madman was killed, only a few dozen seconds passed.

In the south corner, the deputy battalion commander was pressed against the wall.

Behind him, more than a dozen team members huddled in the shadows of the corner.

They were the original members of the Second Battalion—all Japanese, secretly planted by Ryuichi Sawada.

They were only a few meters away from the hostages.

But the heavy gunners kept suppressing the area with their bullets, and they didn't dare to rush out and take hostages.

The deputy battalion commander gritted his teeth and pulled a grenade from his waist.

He leaned close to the corner of the wall, stretched out one hand from the corner, and swung it forcefully—the grenade flew towards the hostage.

Fang Rong and Tang Long arrived just in time with their men, only a few meters away from the hostages behind them.

Upon seeing the black dot in the sky, Fang Rong's pupils contracted sharply, and he roared:

"Grenade! Get down!"

But the gunshots drowned out his shouts.

Hostages are, after all, ordinary people. They have no fighting spirit and are unable to react or dodge.

Fang Rong glared angrily.

Now all he could see were the hostages and the falling grenade.

An armed man inside the barracks intended to shoot the hostages.

But upon seeing that Fang Rong was a combatant, he turned his gun around and fired at Fang Rong.

Fang Rong had already spotted the enemy's gun muzzle. In a flash, he had no choice but to charge forward, unable to dodge.

The bullet pierced his left arm.

He just grunted, without slowing down at all.

The grenade was about to hit the ground.

Millions of viewers in front of their televisions saw it too, and their hearts were in their throats.

It's over, the hostages are beyond saving.

Ignoring the pain in his left arm, Fang Rong rushed to the hostage.

With his right military boot, he kicked the grenade upwards with all his might when it was still thirty centimeters off the ground—the grenade was kicked into the sky!

He tackled the two hostages to the ground and pinned them down with his body.

The team members behind them followed closely and tackled the other hostages at the same time.

They all held the hostages tightly, using their steely backs as shields.

"boom--!!!"

The grenade exploded at a height of five meters.

The shockwave, steel balls, and fragments from the high-explosive grenade were all blocked by the Dragon Shadow team members with their backs and their own flesh and blood.

The hearts of hundreds of millions of viewers almost stopped beating.

These are our soldiers—brave and resolute.

That unwavering commitment is what it means to protect.

Before everyone could react.

The deputy battalion commander had already arranged for two Japanese soldiers to quickly rush out from the corner of the wall.

One of them threw a grenade toward the hostage area.

One of them threw a grenade in the direction where Chenchen and the other three had just been executed.

The distance between the two sides is only seven or eight meters.

The two suicide soldiers were hit by bullets the moment they rushed out of the corner, but the grenades were still thrown out.

Zeng Linglong and Ye Feng discovered the danger in the hostage area almost simultaneously.

Both men fired at the grenade simultaneously—and were hit while the grenade was still in the air.

But the deputy battalion commander was too cunning; those two were powerful flashbangs.

The flashbang exploded in mid-air.

The blinding flashes of light, the intense noise, and the shockwave instantly caused blindness and deafness.

"Oh no! It's a flashbang! The enemy is trying to take the hostages!"

Zeng Linglong closed his eyes tightly and roared.

All of this happened too fast.

The deputy battalion commander and others had already put on goggles and rushed to Chenchen and the other three.

They first grabbed Chenchen and his mother, using them as human shields, and quickly retreated to the corner of the wall.

The other Dragon Shadow members were neither able nor dared to fire.

The deputy battalion commander, holding the hostage, led the way along the pre-planned retreat route into the warehouse behind the wall.

It was a sealed garage with five desert off-road vehicles parked inside.

The warehouse had a back door. The deputy battalion commander kicked it open and shouted, "Everyone get in the vehicles! Evacuate!"

"Yes, sir!" More than a dozen Japanese soldiers immediately escorted Chenchen and her son into the car.

Five off-road vehicles sped out of the back door and roared off into the desert.