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

The Middle East, a land scorched by the blazing sun, was already turbulent due to the civil war between countries C and D. Now, it was as if a bomb had been dropped on it, and it was completely boiling over!

First, for unknown reasons, the other two major oil-producing countries clashed violently on their border.

Both sides deployed troops to the border, the dust kicked up by tanks obscured the sky, diplomatic rhetoric was filled with the smell of gunpowder, and the shadow of war suddenly loomed, drawing the attention of the international community.

Then, something even more astonishing happened—

Almost simultaneously, a series of massive armed conflicts erupted along the main land routes for oil exports from several major oil-producing countries in the Middle East, as well as along strategic routes leading to key ports!

Gunfire and artillery fire replaced camel bells, and smoke and dust became the new landscape.

On a desolate hillside vantage point, Jiang Tianhua, dressed in desert camouflage and with his face painted, was roaring at an encrypted satellite phone, spittle flying everywhere:

Baroque leader! Tell the Hellfire brothers to open their eyes wide!

Coordinates! The coordinates I gave you are accurate to the meter! Your shells are about to hit my command post!

If I weren't a rabbit and fast, I'd be up there drinking Moutai with God by now! Damn!

On the other end of the phone came a similarly furious, thunderous roar from Baroque, with the deafening sound of artillery fire in the background:

Bullshit! You're trying to turn the tables on me?

What kind of soldiers did you bring? They're firing mortars like they're free, and the mortars are landing just ten meters away from my makeshift camp!

They almost set my armory on fire!

As he cursed, he waved his hand sharply at the mercenaries waiting beside him, issuing a murderous order:

"All troops! Heed my command, provide full firepower to area A3!"

Upon hearing Baroque's "hint" over the phone, Jiang Tianhua instantly understood and roared at his men hidden in the trenches:

"Everyone, get it! Top-level concealment! Get me all the blood packs, tattered camouflage suits, and humanoid props!"

Shortly after the order was given! "Whoosh—whoosh—boom!!!" "Thump thump thump—!"

The mercenaries on Baroque's side were like they'd been injected with adrenaline, firing mortars, howitzers, and rocket launchers all at once!

They even dragged out a lightweight missile launcher from some unknown corner!

Streaks of deathly light, trailing fiery tails, ripped through the dim yellow sky—

Like a sudden storm, the rain poured down on the "A3 performance area" that Jiang Tianhua and his team had set up in advance, which was filled with various abandoned vehicles, fake targets, and fake props!

In an instant, the earth shook violently! Flames shot into the sky! Thick smoke billowed!

The dust kicked up, carrying disguised props, fake limbs, and flesh, was like a sandstorm, turning half the sky grayish-yellow!

The visual effects are top-notch, comparable to the climax of a Hollywood war blockbuster!

As the artillery fire subsided, Jiang Tianhua suddenly waved his hand! In an instant, he and dozens of his men were reduced to a gruesome sight, as if they had crawled out of hell—

His entire body was covered in realistic "blood," and his combat uniform was torn into strips, covered with "charred" "bullet holes" and "burn" marks.

Like wounded beasts, they roared as they charged out of their hiding places, brandishing all sorts of firearms.

Submachine guns, assault rifles, sniper rifles, and squad automatic weapons unleashed a barrage of fire at the Baroque forces!

"Rat-a-tat-tat..." "Bang! Bang!" Gunshots rang out like popping beans!

But all that was fired were specially made blank rounds and rubber training rounds! However, the mercenaries on Baroque's side displayed acting skills worthy of an "Oscar"!

The miniature blood packs that had been placed on their bodies were detonated one after another by remote control, bursting out in conspicuous clouds of "blood mist"!

The wounded mercenaries let out various shrill screams and vicious curses, staggering and falling to the ground in exaggerated movements. Some even rolled on the ground in pain, staining the sand red (with special dye).

Even worse, some particularly "dedicated" mercenaries, not wanting the blood bags to explode in a dramatic way, directly pulled out spare fake blood bags and smeared them haphazardly on their faces and necks!

Then, braving the hail of bullets, three or four bursts of blood mist exploded from his body, yet he gritted his teeth, leaning on his gun, swaying but refusing to fall—

They adopted a tragic and heroic posture of "life never ends, the fight never stops" and "eternal glory" in their final moments.

Meanwhile, similar epic war scenes are unfolding on several other critical oil pipelines.

The "Sai Armed Forces," led by Li Wuguo and Zhang Zheng, are engaged in a fierce battle with another mercenary team led by Qi Liang.

When Li Wuguo's men laboriously pushed out a lightweight missile launcher, Qi Liang almost burst into tears while talking on his satellite phone:

"Brother Guo! My dear brother! You damn well better keep your hand steady! Aim carefully before you shoot!"

Brother, I've been on the battlefield for so many years, and I've never even flinched in the hail of bullets. Don't put on an act and end up actually going to report to the King of Hell!

Li Wuguo laughed heartily on the other end of the phone, his voice rough:

"Damn it! What the hell are you afraid of?! Don't worry! The boss said we have a full budget for this scene, we'll make sure you, the 'villain,' survive a few more episodes!"

He lowered his voice, with a hint of smugness:

"The boss said that we 'brothers' who are the leading actors will get a hundred million US dollars per episode! Damn! If those international movie stars knew our paychecks, they'd be crying in the bathroom with envy, right? Hahaha..."

Upon hearing "one hundred million US dollars per episode," Qi Liang's eyes turned red. He frantically roared at his subordinates, "Make it as realistic as possible, and I'll give you more money if you do a good job!"

So these lunatics put on an even more energetic performance, their screams sounding more real than real ones, and even their falling postures were full of artistry!

The battle was no less "fierce" than the main battlefield fought by Jiang Tianhua and Baroque.

As night finally fell, it concealed the hustle and bustle and "horrific" events of the day.

Each "production crew" brought out Lin Xiaoya's specially made electronic signal jammers to ensure that no spying devices could detect anything unusual.

Then, the prepared smoke canister was lit, and thick white smoke quickly enveloped the entire "set," cutting off all outside vision.

In the smoke, the two sides, who had just been locked in a "fight to the death," immediately sprang into action.

"Quickly! Clean up the scene!"

"Clean up those prop wrecks!"

"Don't litter blood plasma bags; dispose of them properly!"

"Hey you! Stop lying there! That's a wrap! Get up and get your lunch... no, I mean, get your US dollars!"

Baroque strode over to the mercenary who had previously struck the "forever immortal" pose and was still leaning on his gun, and kicked him in the backside in an annoyed manner.

"Damn it! The director's been yelling 'cut' for ages, and you're still striking poses? Aren't you tired?"

The mercenary stumbled, rubbed his eyes, and looked blankly at the dissipating smoke and his companions busily packing up. He then yawned.

"Huh? The performance's over? Sorry, boss, I played cards all night and just fell asleep standing up..."

Everyone: "..." (Speechless)

However, just as these "Best Actor" actors finished work and were calculating how much "remuneration" they had earned that day, the outside world was in an uproar because of their "wonderful performances" during the day!

Major international news media and mainstream television stations around the world urgently interrupted their prime time broadcasts with "breaking news" from the Middle East!

Television footage showed various "fierce battle" scenes captured through different channels—

Amidst the raging artillery fire and hail of bullets, the casualties were "heavy," especially the scenes of mercenaries who "did not fall until death," which were visually striking and tragic!

[Breaking News: Unidentified armed conflicts erupt along several vital energy routes in the Middle East; the fighting is fierce!]

[The various armed groups have demonstrated astonishing combat capabilities and willpower, and appear to possess unwavering beliefs!]

"Ironclad Army"? "Desperate Madmen"? Both sides demonstrate combat resilience beyond comprehension!

The news headlines were more and more sensational than the last.

Politicians and analysts from various countries were completely bewildered when they saw the footage being transmitted back.

"What exactly are these armed groups doing?"

"What deep-seated grudge could they possibly have? Fighting over an oil field doesn't warrant this level of violence, does it?"

"Damn it! Especially those who refused to fall even in death... What were they protecting? What kind of faith sustained them?"

"Damn it! When did a bunch of mercenaries and local militias who would risk their lives for money develop such an iron will comparable to a national regular army? This doesn't make sense!"

"Hellfire," "Sai Armed Forces," "Emperor Armed Forces," and the mercenary group led by Qi Liang suddenly became incredibly popular in the international underworld and among military observers!

They were labeled as having "firm beliefs," "fierce fighting like tigers," "fearless of death," and "a group of true war fanatics."

Panic began to spread, especially among countries and energy giants that relied on Middle Eastern oil.

Seeing such a "fierce" and "unreasonable" armed force entrenched on the oil transport route, who would dare to take the risk?

Almost simultaneously, major oil-producing countries and transportation companies announced:

All oil transportation operations via major land routes and affected ports are suspended! Safety first!

These lunatics are not to be trifled with! If an oil tanker passes through their "battle zone," being blown up or robbed is a minor matter; if the driver and staff get caught up in it, they'll be torn to pieces!

The news sent shockwaves around the world! Panic over a potential physical supply disruption spread like a plague through the capital markets.

The international crude oil market, which had previously only experienced minor fluctuations, is now like a powder keg that has been ignited!

Whoosh—! The price chart suddenly jerked its head up, then surged upwards at an almost vertical angle! Panic buying surged in like a tsunami!

In the command center atop the Teng Group headquarters in Beijing, Lin Xiaoya stared at the soaring oil price curve on the screen, a cold smile curving her lips.

Sitting leisurely in his suite at Yuetingyuan, watching the news on television, Zeng Long picked up his phone and sent a concise message to that special encrypted group:

"Well done." "Keep fighting, keep dancing."

The real storm has begun, and the first wave has already started to rise.