Extracting all things: My attributes grow infinitely.

Du Beiheng's hand holding the communicator froze in mid-air.

Dozens of staff officers in the command hall stopped what they were doing and turned to look at him.

"...Say it again?"

Du Beiheng's voice was very low, and Chu Qiuci on the other end of the communicator almost thought the signal had been cut off.

She paused, then repeated herself, word by word, in that same cool tone:

"Reporting to Commander Du..."

The command center was so quiet you could hear everyone breathing.

A group of top generals from the Northern Theater Command looked at each other in bewilderment. Several veterans who had just been worried and discussing worst-case scenarios were now frozen in place, their mouths opening and closing like a group of fish starving for air.

Du Beiheng's fingers were clenched so tightly they turned white.

His first reaction was absurdity, and his second reaction was still absurdity! Suddenly, something occurred to him, and he cursed angrily, "You little bastard, your disguised voice is quite convincing; you almost fooled me!"

Chu Qiuci remained silent for two seconds on the other end of the communication.

Two seconds isn't long, but in the command center, those two seconds felt like they were stretched out to two hundred years.

"...Commander Du, I wasn't coerced, nor am I a member of the Corpse Dog Clan in disguise. Shall I connect you for a video call?"

"Answer it right now!"

The video call was quickly connected, and Chu Qiuci's image appeared on the command center's large screen.

behind her.

They were figures covered in blood and bits of flesh.

Everyone had regained some strength by this time.

One of the older, more experienced commandos suddenly leaned over to the communicator, pointed at Du Beiheng, and said bluntly, "Old Du, we didn't let you down! We finally fought a brilliant battle!"

"He Lindong..."

Even though the other person was so dirty that even his own mother wouldn't recognize him, Du Beiheng immediately recognized the familiar tone.

That was a soldier who had joined the army with him, and the two had forged a deep friendship on the battlefield.

He later made outstanding contributions.

Exceptionally talented.

When he was promoted to regimental commander, He Lindong served as his bodyguard for a period of time.

But eventually, he found the guard's job too easy and returned to the battlefield, eventually becoming a member of the Raptors Special Forces. The two would often get together for drinks in their spare time.

Du Beiheng's eyes stung with tears: "Old He, you're still alive?! You really won this miraculous victory?!"

"Damn, would I lie to you? When I get back, I'm definitely going to open that jar of divine wine you've been treasuring for years to celebrate!"

Finally, someone in the command hall came to their senses.

An officer rushed to the communications station and whispered to Du Beiheng, "Commander Du, identity verification passed, communication link is normal. This is indeed a communication from Chu Qiuci, the deputy captain of the Fierce Dragons Brigade, not a forgery by the Corpse Dog Clan!"

Du Beiheng stood there silently for a long time. He put down the communicator, turned around, and faced the generals and staff around the sand table who were still in a petrified state. His voice was dry as he spoke:

"Can anyone tell me, is this some kind of dream?"

No one answered.

An elderly general with gray hair slowly stood up.

His surname is Zhou. He is the deputy commander of the Third Army Corps of the Northern War Zone. He has guarded the border for twenty years, and his body has more scars than wrinkles.

He said, "Commander Du, the Ironbone Army is one of the three elite legions of the Corpse Dog Clan. On the front lines, we usually have to fight to a kill ratio of 20 to 1, or even 30 to 1, before we can take down one of their members."

"Now tell me, how did the Raptors' squad of about a hundred men manage to annihilate 30,000 Iron Bones soldiers overnight without losing a single one of their own?!"

"You're asking me? Who the hell am I supposed to ask?!"

Du Beiheng's voice carried an indescribable quality.

He stood with his hands behind his back, excitedly spinning around twice, then suddenly stopped, pointing in the direction of the communications station: "How long until the vanguard of the Third Legion arrives at Bloodjaw Town?"

"It will take at least forty minutes."

"Pass down the order: the Third Legion must accelerate its advance and head to Bloodjaw Town to investigate! Make sure to inventory and report all the Ironbone Army corpses. If you can find the Ironbone King's head, great; if not, at least retrieve his sidearm!"

He paused, then added, "Also, bring back all the Raptors' game recorders. I want to see them myself, not a single frame is allowed to be missed!"

The staff officers immediately sprang into action as if wound up, with some already rapidly revising the strategic deployment map for the Northern Theater.

The Iron Bone Army was annihilated.

This means that the pressure on the flanks of the Corpse Dog Clan in the North has disappeared, and the entire defensive line can shift from passive defense to active advance.

They had been speculating about this strategic shift for over a decade but never dared to take it seriously; now it has actually come true.

Du Beiheng picked up the communicator again and dialed another encrypted line.

It made two sounds.

The call was answered on the other end.

"Old Ghost Qin!"

Du Beiheng gritted his teeth and asked, "Tell me the truth, who exactly is this kid named Jiang Chuan?!"

On the other end of the call, Qin Tianheng's voice immediately carried a hint of schadenfreude: "I told you long ago, he's a pervert! What trouble has he caused you this time?"

Du Beiheng hung up the call immediately.

He turned around again, cleared his throat, and the command hall fell silent instantly, with everyone's eyes focused on the old marshal.

"Pass on the order." Du Beiheng's voice wasn't loud, but every word carried undeniable weight. "In the name of the Theater Command's Supreme Command, award the entire Fierce Dragon Special Operations Brigade a collective Special Merit. The Special Merit Medal will be directly awarded by the Theater Command!"

There was a brief moment of silence in the command center.

Then, one of the staff officers in the corner couldn't help but exclaim, "A Special Merit?!"

It's no wonder he lost his composure.

In the Federal Military's merit system, the value of each level of merit is forged through iron and blood.

An old saying circulating in the army best illustrates the significance of these fourth-class merits.

The third-class merit is received standing up, the second-class merit is received lying down, and the first-class merit is received by the family.

To survive on the battlefield and earn a third-class merit, you have to be a tough guy who crawled out of piles of corpses.

As for the First-Class Merit Citation, it's basically earned by risking one's life; very few people survive it.

And a special-class merit.

It is a medal that hangs at the highest level of the military merit system.

Looking at the Federation's military history over the past few hundred years, you can count them on one hand!

Those beings were all miraculous figures who single-handedly turned the tide of battle in crucial battles that determined the fate of the Federation!

And now, all 112 members of the Raptors Special Forces have collectively received this honor!

The key is,

They're all alive!