Gaining a tiny bit of weight every day, my weight is a billion tons.

The explosion-proof glass is cracked.

The spiderweb burst open from the very center, with fine lines spreading outwards.

Immediately afterwards, a piercing alarm shattered the sky above the entire steel defense line!

"Level One Alert! Sonic homing activated! All turrets enter automatic defense mode!"

The one-armed officer's roar was hoarse and cracked.

He stared intently at the hazy, gray horizon in the distance.

Just then.

Several medics covered in blood carried a stretcher.

They charged out of the trenches behind the checkpoint like madmen.

The stretcher was covered with a white cloth that had long been soaked to a dark red.

It can't hide the distorted shape below at all.

A charred, bone-hewn arm slipped from the edge of the white cloth.

A glaring trail of blood was left on the ground.

The sounds of screams, the urgent beeping of equipment alarms, and the smell of gunpowder mixed with the stench of blood filled the air.

It all poured into the car window.

The one-armed officer's face turned deathly pale, and his eyes instantly filled with bloodshot veins.

He suddenly turned around and slapped the hood of the SUV hard.

"Bang!"

The loud, muffled thud made the car body shudder.

"Did you see that?!"

He pointed to the stretchers that were being hastily carried to the field hospital in the rear.

He roared at the two people in the car, his spittle almost hitting Shen Qingci's face.

"An hour ago! The exact same roar!"

My squad, twelve brothers! Now less than half of them can be carried back intact!

"Now! Immediately! Get back to Jiangcheng!"

This isn't a place for pampered young masters and ladies like you!"

His voice carried a rage and sorrow that had been suppressed for too long.

The surrounding veterans who had just recovered from their state of alert.

Upon hearing this, they all cast cold and disgusted glances at them.

Su Ming was very familiar with that look in his eyes.

The rejection of the privileged class by the lower classes needs no reason; it's ingrained in their very bones.

"We're not here to play around."

Shen Qingci tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his voice cold but laced with suppressed anger.

"Play?"

The one-armed officer seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world.

He pointed to the line on Shen Qingci's pass that read "Federal Central Military University, Training Mission," and his smile was more like a grimace.

Do you know what hardship is? It's risking your life!

"I'm not sending my elite troops, who have crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, to be your babysitters! To be your cannon fodder!"

"I don't care who your father is, or how powerful your family is in the Federation! It won't work here!"

"My bottom line for joining the army is to ensure that my brothers don't have their resumes ruined by the children of the powerful and wealthy!"

His words resonated deeply.

The surrounding soldiers silently gathered around, and no one spoke.

But those cold gazes had already formed an invisible wall.

Condemned by all.

Su Ming leaned back in the passenger seat.

On the surface, he maintained his aloof and indifferent demeanor as a top student, remaining silent.

I felt no offense whatsoever.

This is a messed-up era.

Indeed, there are far too many tycoon sons who treat the abyss as a "gilded playground."

In the eyes of those people, the lives of low-ranking soldiers are not called lives, but "low-value consumables".

I'd be heartbroken for half a day if a piece of C-grade armor got a scratch on the paint.

Dozens of veterans' lives.

It's not even worth a fraction of the compensation money given to the family afterwards.

So this rough-around-the-edges military officer dared to risk being dismissed by pointing his finger at the powerful and cursing them.

Su Ming, on the contrary, thought more highly of him.

Faced with rage and hostility, Shen Qingci did not argue.

She calmly raised her left wrist, revealing a simple military communicator.

"I contacted my instructor."

She pressed a shortcut key on the communicator.

The veterans around him smirked.

Instructor? How important could they be?

He's just a colonel at best; how could he possibly have authority over the frontline command post?

next second.

A deep blue holographic projection suddenly popped open above the front of the SUV.

As light and shadow intertwined, the image of a woman's upper body emerged.

She wore crimson armor, and her striking red hair was casually tied back.

The tight-fitting design accentuates her breathtakingly hot curves.

There were a few dried bloodstains on her face.

Far from ruining the aesthetics, it added a touch of wildness and sharpness.

What is most striking is the gleaming colonel rank badge on her shoulder.

She glanced at the camera and casually wiped the beast blood rolling down her forehead.

They had clearly just come out of a fierce battle.

Shen Qingci looked at the woman in the projection, his voice filled with respect and admiration.

"Teacher, I'm stuck at checkpoint number 3."

The red-haired woman wiped the blood from her forehead, and her magnetic, husky voice rang out.

"Give the communicator to the sentry."

The one-armed officer frowned and took the communicator from Shen Qingci's hand.

Are they calling for reinforcements?

Let's see who you can shake to come. That's the rule, it doesn't matter who comes!

He was about to ask a question when the woman in the projection spoke first.

"I am Huangfu Jing."

Three words.

No titles, no preamble, no fluff.

"Shen Qingci was sent by me on a special mission. I will take full responsibility for anything that happens."

The one-armed officer opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

His gaze met the face in the picture, met the iconic red hair.

He felt as if he had been hit on the head with a dull thud, and froze on the spot.

Huangfu Jing.

This name is used in the Southern Military Region.

Especially in frontline troops who deal with Yuanyuan year-round.

He is a living legend, a taboo that has been forged through battle!

The veterans around them, who had initially been hostile.

They looked like ducks with their necks being choked.

All expressions froze.

The moment she finished speaking.

Everyone heard a loud bang coming from the projection.

boom!!!

The communicator screen was shaking violently.

Behind Huangfu Jing, a ferocious source beast with three pairs of compound eyes, as big as a small mountain, crashed to the ground.

Its thick armor shell is strong enough to withstand the bombardment of main battle tanks.

A terrifying, deep slash that revealed the bone ran from the head to the tail.

It almost split it in two.

Blood, bones, and mud splattered everywhere, turning the screen a shocking dark red.

That...that's a fourth-tier Six-Eyed Ghost Spider!

A sharp-eyed soldier recognized the source beast and gasped in shock.

To make sure I wasn't dreaming.

His gaze shifted to the upper right corner of the holographic projection.

He then took the communicator.

The system automatically verified the officer's privileges.

A line of small print appeared in the file.

Name: Huangfu Jing

Military Rank: Colonel

[Affiliation]: Southern Military Region, Zhuque Corps

[Position]: Commander of the 7th Independent Regiment of Zhuque, Specially Appointed Combat Instructor of the Southern Theater Command Joint Martial Arts Academy.

When I saw the two gold-plated Song typeface characters "朱雀" (Vermilion Bird).

The one-armed officer's face drained of all color in an instant.

His throat was dry, and countless thoughts raced through his mind!

Heavens above! Earth below! You can't just pretend to be weak to deceive others like this!

My younger brother was speaking too loudly just now!

Is it too late for me to kneel down and kowtow now...?