Rebirth in the Dragon Kingdom: The Strongest Blade

The war entered its twentieth day.

When the spokesperson for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Dragon Kingdom stood under the spotlight of the global media and calmly announced that "in the self-defense counterattack on the southwestern border, our army only sent a four-person tactical team deep into enemy territory to carry out special operations missions," the whole world was silent for three seconds.

Then, it exploded.

"Four people?!"

"Are you kidding me!"

"Is China insulting the intelligence of the entire world?"

The headlines in Western mainstream media were increasingly sensational:

Is China's claim that a four-man squad destroyed half of the enemy nation's military nodes a lie or a myth?

Military expert: It's impossible for four people to carry out such a large-scale sabotage operation.

Analysis: China may have used an unknown secret weapon.

But then, the Chinese military released a manipulated video. In the video, four blurry figures moved through enemy territory, attacking outposts, disrupting communications, and destroying warehouses. Although their faces were not visible, their ghostly speed and precise strikes silenced all doubters.

Even more damaging, the Chinese Ministry of Foreign Affairs immediately produced a stack of evidence—photos of US special forces participating in the war as "mercenaries," captured US-made weapons and equipment, and even interrogation records of several captured US soldiers (their faces were blurred).

"Some countries keep calling for peace, but behind the scenes they provide weapons and send military personnel to one side of the conflict. This is blatant interference in other countries' internal affairs and a flagrant violation of international law and the basic norms of international relations." The spokesperson's voice was calm, but every word was like a whip lashing the face of certain countries. "We advise these countries to withdraw their hands."

The press conference was broadcast live on television and the internet, reaching audiences all over the world.

Within the Dragon Kingdom, the internet was in complete uproar.

The top ten trending topics on Weibo were all dominated by related topics:

#The four-person team is real#

#How strong are China's special forces?#

#This is the real king of soldiers#

A video created by netizens went viral—it combined the scattered footage released by the military with rousing music and subtitles: "They were only four people, yet they made a nation tremble; they were nameless and faceless, yet they were heroes of 1.4 billion people."

In the comments section, young people's messages flooded the screen:

"I used to think being a soldier was tough, but now I think it's incredibly cool!"

"I've changed my college application; I want to join the army!"

"I need the unit numbers of those four legendary fighters! I want to sign up!"

What was even more touching were the speeches from many veterans:

"As a veteran, I know how difficult it is to achieve what's shown in the video. Those four men are all the best of the best. I salute them."

"If we had comrades like these back then, who would dare to provoke us on the border?"

"I cried. These are the soldiers of our Dragon Kingdom, unassuming in peacetime, but remarkable in wartime."

This trend quickly spread from online to offline. Long lines formed at recruitment offices in multiple cities, with many young people holding up videos on their phones and asking recruitment officers, "Can I join those four-person units?"

The recruiting officer could only smile wryly: "Comrade, that kind of unit... it's not something you can just get into if you want to."

But this statement, on the contrary, inspired even more young people to fight.

A temporary field hospital on the southwestern front.

A young soldier with his arm in a cast lay on a hospital bed, his eyes shining as he stared at the news on his phone screen. An older soldier in the next bed glanced over and chuckled, "What, want to join those four guys' unit too?"

"Squad leader, have you seen them?" the young soldier asked. "The news said they're in our war zone."

The veteran was silent for a few seconds, his eyes becoming complicated: "I've seen them. Four days ago, they came back from the front to resupply, and I happened to be helping out at command post. Four people... how should I put it, they didn't seem like humans."

"Doesn't look human?"

"Yes." The veteran recalled the scene. "When they got out of the vehicle, everyone around them went silent. Not the kind of silence ordered by the leaders, but... an instinctive silence. Like a rabbit seeing a tiger, not daring to even breathe loudly."

The young soldier's eyes widened.

"They were covered in blood, their combat uniforms were tattered, but their eyes were terrifyingly bright." The veteran lowered his voice. "I saw one of them casually throw the shoulder insignia of an enemy colonel into the trash can, as casually as throwing away a cigarette butt. Later, I heard from the staff officer that those four men had killed at least several hundred enemies and taken down more than twenty strongholds in the past two weeks."

The other wounded in the ward all perked up their ears.

"The most terrifying thing was," the veteran paused, "that when they left, the commander personally saw them off at the door. I heard the commander ask if they needed to send troops to assist, and the leader said—'More people would only get in the way, the four of us are enough.'"

The ward was completely silent.

The young soldier clenched his uninjured hand, his eyes burning with fire: "Squad leader, once I'm healed, I'll go back to the front lines. I want to become stronger, strong enough that one day... I can fight alongside them."

The veteran patted him on the shoulder: "You have ambition. But kid, those four... they might no longer be considered 'human.' They are the nation's sharpest blade, a national treasure."

Just as public opinion continued to ferment, in a secret valley on the southwestern border.

Eight figures stood silently.

The four newly arrived "Hidden Dragon" team members were elites urgently recalled from overseas. The eight of them standing together exuded an invisible pressure that silenced even the birds and beasts in the valley.

"Have you read the situation briefing?" Lin Zhe, as the on-site commander, asked calmly.

The seven nodded.

"The enemy country can't hold on any longer and is seeking peace talks," Lin Zhe said. "But they're still haggling over the conditions offered by the higher-ups. The Dragon King has ordered—continue the pressure until they compromise."

Among the new team members, one codenamed "Dragon Thorn" spoke up: "How do we fight?"

"Split into two groups." Lin Zhe spread out the map. "One group, led by me, will continue the decapitation and sabotage operations. The second group, led by Long Ya, will execute the 'Root Cut' plan—to destroy their war potential."

"Cut off the root?"

"Yes." Lin Zhe traced several points on the map with his finger. "Military industrial enterprises, energy facilities, transportation hubs. Let them understand that if the fighting continues, the loss will not only be the military, but also the future of the entire country."

This plan is brutal, but war is always brutal. Since the other side crossed the border and fired first, and used chemical weapons first, they must pay the price.

"When will the operation take place?" Longya asked.

"Starting tonight." Lin Zhe put away the map. "Remember, we are not executioners, we are surgeons—using the most precise surgery to remove the cancer of war."

The eight people began final preparations: checking equipment, setting communication frequencies, and confirming evacuation routes.

Longya suddenly asked, "Longyuan, do you think... what we're doing is a bit too ruthless?"

Lin Zhe glanced at him: "Being merciful to the enemy is being cruel to your own people. Think about the comrades who sacrificed their lives on the border, think about how many people would die if chemical weapons were actually used on the front lines."

Longya fell silent.

Yes, war has no mercy. If you don't inflict pain and fear on the enemy, they will continue to provoke and test you until one day a full-scale conflict breaks out, at which point it won't just be soldiers who die.

"Take action," Lin Zhe ordered.

The eight people were divided into two groups, like eight arrows released from a bow, shooting towards their target in the darkness.

Over the next three days, the enemy country suffered its most intense "surgical" attack since the start of the war.

On the first day, three major military factories exploded simultaneously late at night, paralyzing all production lines. Surveillance footage showed that the attackers numbered no more than ten, but a battalion of soldiers guarding the factories were all taken down before the alarms could even be sounded.

The following day, two major railway lines connecting the front lines were precisely destroyed by explosives, leaving fifteen supply trains stranded. Simultaneously, three substations were attacked, causing widespread power outages in the capital and surrounding areas.

On the third day, the most devastating blow came—the enemy's defense minister, in his heavily guarded residence, had a letter pinned to his bedroom wall. The letter's contents were simple: "Peace talks, or you'll be next."

This is not intimidation, it's a declaration—we can take your life from your safest place.

The enemy country's leadership completely collapsed.

The emergency meeting at the Presidential Palace lasted from the early hours of the morning until dawn. In the smoke-filled meeting room, everyone's face was filled with despair.

"We can't fight anymore..." an old general said in a hoarse voice. "The front lines are suffering defeat after defeat, explosions are happening every day in the rear, and high-ranking officials are all living in fear... If we continue fighting, the country will be finished."

"But what about the US country..." someone hesitated.

"Country M?" another general sneered. "Their special forces came in four waves, at least thirty died, and now where are they? They've run faster than rabbits! Rely on them? You might as well rely on God!"

"Then peace talks..."

"Negotiate immediately!" the president finally spoke, his eyes bloodshot, looking ten years older. "Accept all of China's conditions. As long as that 'ghost force' ceases operations, we'll agree to anything."

The meeting ended, and the order was issued immediately.

That afternoon, the enemy country's foreign ministry urgently contacted China, stating that it "unconditionally accepts the terms of peace talks and requests an immediate ceasefire."

When the news reached the Dragon Kingdom, the whole country rejoiced.

On the internet, the legend of that four-man team has been elevated to a godlike status. Although no one knows their names or has ever seen their faces, the myth of "four people destroying a country" has been deeply etched into the hearts of every Chinese person.

Countless young people posted their military recruitment medical examination forms on social media, with captions such as, "Though I cannot go, my heart yearns for it."

Meanwhile, on the southwestern border, the eight "ghosts" that caused all of this are quietly withdrawing.

In the valley, the eight people reunited.

"Mission accomplished." Lin Zhe looked at the latest battle report on his watch. "The enemy nation has accepted all conditions; the war is over."

Longya grinned: "You're chickening out already? I haven't had enough fun yet."

"Alright." Lin Zhe packed up his equipment. "Prepare to leave. We still have a summary report to write back at base."

Eight people shouldered their backpacks and walked towards the waiting vehicle. The setting sun cast long shadows of them, like eight sharp blades about to be sheathed.

They were unaware that they had become a legend in the country.

All they knew was that the mission was accomplished, the enemy was terrified, and the border was safe.

This is enough.

As for merits, honors, and fame... those things have never been important to "Hidden Dragon".

Most importantly, they protected this country and the people on this land.

That's enough.