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

Guo Wei jerked the steering wheel!

The off-road vehicle performed a drift and came to a steady stop behind the rocky hill.

The tires rubbed against the sand, kicking up clouds of dust.

The engine was still roaring, and the car body was still shaking.

Xiaoya had already run wildly down from the mountaintop.

The military boots made a rapid "clattering" sound as they stepped on the rocks.

As she ran, she spoke quickly into her headset:

"Attention all team members! The reinforcements ahead have formed combat formation!"

"I just used a drone to scout five kilometers to the north, and reinforcements are also on their way!"

"Based on their marching speed—they'll arrive in about seven minutes!"

Tie Zhu opened the back door!

They carefully carried the mountain eagle and the old ghost down.

Both of them were covered in blood!

The camouflage uniform was soaked in blood and clung tightly to his body.

Mountain Eagle's face was ashen, and his lips were completely bloodless.

Old Ghost was even worse; his breathing was so weak it was almost imperceptible, and the rise and fall of his chest was barely perceptible.

Xiaoya rushed over, but didn't have time to stop Tiezhu's bleeding.

Mountain Eagle and Old Ghost are in imminent danger and require immediate battlefield rescue.

She knelt on the ground, opened the first-aid kit, and quickly cut open the clothes next to their wounds with scissors.

The exposed wounds were shocking—bullet holes, shrapnel wounds, and bruises from shockwaves.

Zeng Linglong stood beside him, his hands clasped tightly.

Veins bulging.

As enemy reinforcements increased, he didn't know if there were any more enemies behind him.

Does the person behind the Cosmic Organization have even deeper plans and ambushes in store?

He had to buy time so that Mountain Eagle and Old Ghost could receive immediate medical treatment.

There are still twenty-three compatriots, and he must ensure their safe return home.

Longying's brothers must also return home safely.

The pressure was almost suffocating him.

But he knew he couldn't panic; he had to stay calm.

Xiaoya has already started cleaning and bandaging the wounds of Shanying and Laogui to stop the bleeding!

Zeng Linglong quickly took out his silver needle pouch.

The silver needles gleamed coldly in the sunlight. He took a deep breath, his hands as steady as a rock.

The needle goes in quickly and accurately.

Each needle is precisely inserted into the acupoint, stimulating the blood and qi, stabilizing the heart pulse, and keeping the patient alive.

As he administered the acupuncture, he gave instructions, his voice as calm as if he were conducting a war room simulation:

"Death! You lead the snipers and keep a close watch on the enemy snipers and gunners!"

"Remember, your tasks and pressure are the greatest!"

"The militants in the Second Battalion have been largely eliminated, but reinforcements are now arriving from both directions simultaneously!"

He paused for a moment, then steadily inserted the silver needle into the old ghost's Tanzhong acupoint.

"First, we must eliminate the reinforcements from the south within three minutes!"

"They have rapid-fire artillery and howitzers; we must seize them!"

"We cannot destroy any of the enemy's heavy equipment; you snipers can only target and eliminate the personnel using it!"

Ye Feng's voice came through the earpiece: "Understood!"

Zeng Linglong looked up at Tie Zhu:

"Is the beast seriously injured?"

Tie Zhu chuckled!

That smile, though on his blood-stained face, remained honest and kind.

"It's alright, boss! This little wound can be bandaged up and the bleeding stopped."

"We've been through countless battles and suffered countless injuries; we're not being dramatic!"

Zeng Linglong nodded, his speech suddenly quickening:

"Alright! You and Tank, organize all heavy weapon personnel into a fan shape!"

"Form three strongpoints!"

"One rocky hill, one campsite for the second battalion, and one hill on the left."

"Remember, you cannot fire all at once—fire in three waves, and find opportunities to fire in stages!"

"Catch the enemy off guard!"

"Once you have eliminated a portion of the enemy's effective forces, listen to my command and then open fire simultaneously!"

"Remember, once I give the unified order to fire, your heavy fire suppression cannot stop!"

"Suppress the enemy firmly—make sure they can't move!"

His gaze sharpened:

"This way, the drones controlled by the Divine Sparrow and the communications officer can take off over enemy territory and drop candy-shaped high-explosive bombs!"

"Once the candy bomb explodes—everyone, charge!"

"Heavy gunners in front, assault troops behind, snipers providing cover!"

"Otherwise, we will face the danger of being surrounded and attacked from both sides!"

He removed a silver needle and continued acupuncture at a different acupoint:

"Once the enemy to the south is dealt with, the heavy firepower personnel will immediately return to the Second Battalion's camp and seize the surrounding effective firing positions!"

"The rest of you gather the enemy's heavy weapons and rapid-fire artillery, follow closely behind, and await my orders!"

"Did you understand the instructions?"

"clear!"

The voices of all team members exploded simultaneously in their headsets, invigorating and resolute.

Zeng Linglong's action orders were almost flawless, efficient and precise.

After Zeng Linglong finished administering the last acupuncture, Xiaoya took over to apply medicine and bandage the wound.

He stood up and continued giving instructions:

"Phantom! You lead all the demolition specialists!"

"Now, at top speed, plant remote-controlled candy bombs and trigger chain mines on the north and west sides!"

"Bury more, and cover a wider area!"

Qi Liang's voice rang out in the headset, filled with excitement:

"Alright, boss! Mission accomplished!"

He quickly assembled all the demolition experts and began the operation.

He had already grasped Zeng Linglong's tactics—the north and west were the directions from which the enemy might encircle them.

Laying a minefield in advance is tantamount to setting a death trap in advance.

The atmosphere in the main conference room was somber.

The boss said to his chief secretary:

"This part is confidential and cannot be broadcast live."

The chief secretary nodded and quickly took action.

The boss stood up, looked at Zeng Linglong on the screen, and said to Old Master Zeng:

"Grandpa Zeng, you've raised a wonderful grandson."

"In such a desperate situation, he remained calm and clear-headed."

"The action plan is comprehensive, efficient, and precise!"

"With Little Dragon leading the Dragon Shadow, we can rest assured."

Old Liu sighed heavily:

"Xiao Long already knew before he set off that this was a trap set by the enemy."

"But he still went without hesitation!"

"The enemy has started to send out a large number of reinforcements. We don't know if there will be any more reinforcements later."

"Our peacekeeping forces have not yet arrived in Country A."

"So—Xiaolong and his men are now an isolated force without any supplies or logistical support, and they have to rely on themselves for everything."

Mr. Liu's reminder immediately made the meeting room feel oppressive and tense.

Everyone knew what this meant—no supplies, no reinforcements, no way out.

More and more enemies are ahead!

Behind them are their compatriots whom they must protect.

Grandpa Zeng walked to the front of the screen!

Tears welled up in her eyes!

Looking at his grandson on the screen.

No one was more nervous than him at that moment!

That was his bloodline, his pride, his life.

But he still spoke with a choked voice:

"I believe in Xiaolong!"

"He's Agent Zero, crawled out of hell!"

"It's a ruling from the Chinese military!"

"He is my proudest grandson—he will surely create miracles."