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

The night was as dark as ink, staining every grain of sand in the desert.

A military transport vehicle without any markings silently travels through the desert.

The headlights were off, leaving only the faint glow of the instrument panel illuminating Baroque's tense face in the driver's seat.

In the back of the vehicle, the poison doctor Xue Yan sat cross-legged beside the stretcher—

Her fingers remained on Zeng Linglong's wrist the entire time!

The silver needles were still inserted in several major acupoints, and the tips of the needles trembled slightly as the ride continued.

Zeng Linglong's face was as pale as paper, and his lips were completely bloodless.

But he was still breathing slightly.

A barely perceptible smile appeared on Xue Yan's lips!

He looked at Zeng Linglong—

He said with great concern, "Zero—I told you!"

As long as you have a breath left, I can snatch you back from the clutches of the King of Hell.

The transport truck continued its reckless charge forward!

They sped off towards the Hellfire base.

After Xiaoya, Tiezhu, and Yefeng finished explaining the tasks to the Dragon Shadow team members—

He quickly concealed himself and headed towards Hellfire.

Dragon Kingdom, capital city, a military airport.

The night wind was biting.

An unmarked military aircraft sat silently on the runway.

The engine was warmed up and emitted a deep roar.

The convoy sped up and came to an abrupt stop in front of the gangway.

Zeng Sheng was the first to get off the bus.

Military boots pounded heavily on the concrete ground.

His face was ashen, and his lips were tightly pressed together.

But those hands that had once gripped steel guns and given orders were now trembling slightly.

He Jing followed closely behind.

Her eyes were red, but she didn't cry.

From the moment I learned the news.

She told herself—she mustn't cry.

I haven't seen my son yet, I can't cry.

Her hands gripped her husband's sleeve tightly, her knuckles trembling.

Zeng Lingyu jumped out of the car, her face pale and her eyes red and swollen.

She bit her lip, trying not to cry out loud.

Yan Ruge was helped off the last car by a guard.

Her body is still very weak.

His face was even paler than the sheets on the hospital bed.

But her eyes were incredibly firm.

When her grandfather told her the news that Zeng Linglong had been rescued—

She only said one sentence: "I want to go."

Anna received the news from Xiaoya.

In a panic, they set off almost at the same time as Yan Rugo.

Her high heels broke while she was running.

I simply ran barefoot on the cold ground.

He ran outside.

They ran towards the car.

They ran towards the private jet that had already been launched.

Her lips were trembling.

Her heart was pounding.

Her world has collapsed.

Everyone was in different areas—boarding a private plane.

The hatch closed, and the engine roared.

The plane sped off the runway, piercing the night sky.

Heading towards Hellfire Base.

It flew towards that person whose fate was unknown.

Capital International Airport of Country A.

Three large transport planes, like three giant steel birds, landed on the runway.

The hatch opened.

The fully armed peacekeeping troops filed out.

Their military boots pounded on foreign soil, their movements precise and powerful, like war drums.

They already know everything that happened.

Second Battalion, Third Battalion, Fourth Battalion, biological weapons, and that lone figure covering the rear.

now.

Every pair of eyes burned with hatred.

Every face was filled with murderous intent.

When the Dragon Shadow team members joined them, no one spoke.

More than a hundred warriors who fought their way out of hell.

They stared silently at more than 300 peacekeeping troops, all filled with rage.

Then, they turned around at the same time.

Raise your right hand, towards the direction of the Second Battalion—

Towards the war god and hero in their hearts—

He gave a military salute that he held for a long time.

The night wind blew by, making the hem of my clothes flutter.

No one put their hands down, and no one spoke.

There was only silence, only salute.

Only the heart was pounding heavily in the chest cavity.

Li Wuguo and Zhang Zheng knelt on the ground, tears streaming down their faces.

"ah--!!!"

They roared with fury, firing their assault rifles wildly into the air.

"Da da da da—!!!"

Gunshots ripped through the night sky, one after another, until the magazine was empty.

That was anger, that was prayer, that was a vow between brothers.

All other team members and peacekeeping soldiers also raised their guns and fired wildly into the air.

The gunshots rang out in unison, like thunder.

Respect to their heroes, respect to their war gods.

Twenty-three compatriots stood aside.

They were unaware that Zeng Linglong had already been rescued.

All I know is that warrior—

That hero fought alone to cover their retreat!

Under enemy fire and the onslaught of biological and chemical weapons, their lives hang by a thread, their fate uncertain.

The mother knelt down, and Chenchen knelt down.

The middle-aged woman knelt down.

The young man who was filming the video knelt down.

Everyone knelt down.

With tears streaming down their faces, they knelt down in worship towards the direction of the Second Battalion.

Chenchen knelt on the cold ground, her small body trembling in the night wind.

He didn't understand what sacrifice meant.

But he knew that the uncle hadn't come back because he was trying to save them.

He looked into the distance and called out in his childish voice, "Uncle, thank you."

Zeng Yong sat inside the military vehicle; he was the commander-in-chief of this evacuation operation.

The sound of gunfire still echoed outside the car window. His eyes were wet as he looked toward the Second Battalion.

His nephew and his son were there.

His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked, and his nails dug into his palms, drawing blood.

But his expression remained calm.

The sons of the Zeng family always put family ties behind their country and their mission.

They had no choice; it was their mission, and also their ancestral precept.

He took a deep breath, his voice as steady as iron: "Let's go."

At this point, country A had completely fallen into chaos.

The imperial forces and mercenaries from all sides have entered a frenzy.

They clashed directly with the local government forces.

More and more mercenaries and armed forces are pouring into the border area.

Gunshots, explosions, and shouts were heard everywhere.

When Zeng Yong contacted the official authorities of Country A in an emergency, the response he received was "We can't help you."

They no longer have the troops to assist!

Country A is facing an anti-government army, and with riots and armed groups everywhere, it is in dire need of protection.

Zeng Yong gave a cold laugh and hung up the phone.

A small country.

The total force numbered less than 30,000.

How can we fight against the mercenaries who have now gone completely insane?

He was certain that once the Dragon Shadow members took off their uniforms, they would immediately become even more fanatical rioters.

Because country A is targeting their compatriots.

Because that lonely figure was fighting a bloody battle for them.

It was also because of that sense of loyalty and hatred.

I didn't see Guo Wei, Qi Liang, Tang Long, Fang Rong, and other former Longhui team members.

At this moment, they all stared at the area where the gunfight was taking place with angry and eager eyes.

Fortunately, the commander who came this time was Zeng Yong, Zeng Linglong's uncle.

If it were someone else, they would have already taken off their military uniforms and joined the ranks of mercenaries.