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

Zeng Long was so slapped that his head fell forward, completely submitting to the "physical persuasion" of these old generals.

He raised his hands high in a gesture of surrender, repeatedly shouting, "Stop! Stop! Stop! I surrender! I surrender unconditionally!"

He shook his head, which was still a little dazed from being slapped, and said irritably:

"You just want my Longyu Group to contribute more to the military, right? As for you bigwigs teaming up to deceive, intimidate, and then resort to shameless tactics?"

"As for it!" the five old generals said in unison, their voices so loud that the windowpanes vibrated.

"Alright, alright..." Zeng Long smacked his lips, knowing that he wouldn't be able to get away without bleeding a little today.

He sat up straight, his face regaining some seriousness, and began to list his conditions on his fingers:

"First!"

He raised his right index finger and said, "For the security work of all companies and subsidiaries under my Longyu Group, priority will be given to, and only to, disabled military personnel and honorably retired veterans!"

We'll start them at over 7,000 yuan a month, with additional salaries based on their positions and abilities!

At the same time, the group pays the highest standard of medical and pension insurance for them!

After saying that, he extended his index and middle fingers, making a "V" sign.

"Secondly! All future scientific research achievements of Longyu Group, as long as they are useful to the military, will be shared unconditionally, given priority, and provided free of charge!"

Next, the ring finger:

"Third! For the post-war reconstruction of Middle Eastern countries C and D, including urban infrastructure, transportation networks, and all other engineering projects, the military's engineering corps will be the first choice to undertake!"

Finally, he extended his little finger, then, feeling he needed to add something even stronger, silently added his thumb as well:

"Fourth! Once Longyu Group is officially on track, it will donate 10% of its total profits each year to the military for modernization, equipment research and development, and the welfare of officers and soldiers!"

After finishing speaking at four o'clock, Zeng Long let out a long sigh of relief, feeling as if his heart was bleeding.

He looked up at the five old generals surrounding him and asked with a hint of expectation, "Is this acceptable? Hasn't that shown enough sincerity?"

However, the expected nods and smiles did not appear. The five old generals exchanged glances, then spoke again in unison, their voices even more synchronized and louder than before: "No—cannot—!"

"I..." Zeng Long nearly spat out a mouthful of blood, his teeth clenched in rage. "I said, what exactly are you trying to do? Isn't this enough? Isn't this enough to satisfy you?!"

"Not satisfied—!" This time, even Li Weiguo, who had been hiding in the corner trying to minimize his presence, was infected by the atmosphere and weakly shouted out.

Zeng Long was completely speechless. He slumped back and said weakly:

"Fine! I'll go all out today! You guys just draw a path! What exactly do you want to be satisfied with? I'll do it! Is that alright?!"

A glint flashed in General Liu's eyes; he knew the time was right. He cleared his throat, took over the conversation, and, with a smug smile, slowly said:

"Whether we're satisfied or not, we're really not sure right now... But you just said it yourself, that you want us to 'draw the path,' and that you should do it to make us 'satisfied.' We heard that very clearly."

He abruptly changed the subject, revealing his true intentions: "Before the last Middle East operation, you personally promised to help us train a peacekeeping force capable of fighting tough battles and upholding our national prestige overseas. But—"

Old Liu pointed to the other four generals in the room, his expression a mixture of helplessness and schadenfreude:

"Those old guys, they caught wind of it and came! They insisted on getting involved! They demanded that if there's training, then all military regions should train together! Centralized selection and centralized training! And it's not just for peacekeeping forces, they want to create a brand new, strongest special operations force in the entire army!"

He spread his hands, feigning helplessness: "I strongly object! This is clearly our army's home turf! But there's nothing I can do. We've argued, we've even slammed our fists on the table, and nobody can convince anyone else. And then, you, the 'Chief Instructor,' just conveniently delivered yourself to our doorstep at this critical juncture. So, there's no choice but to 'take it all in one go'!"

Old Liu stared into Zeng Long's eyes, his tone carrying an undeniable determination:

"As for you, Zeng Long, whether you have the ability, whether you can handle the task, whether you can train these two proud and arrogant elite soldiers from different branches of the military into two disciplined and invincible iron-blooded forces... we can only wait and see!"

He gave Zeng Long a final, heavy pat on the shoulder, completely blocking any escape route:

"You just agreed, and we all heard you clearly! Don't make any excuses to delay; this must be done immediately!"

Zeng Long rolled his eyes. After all that, he'd gone around in circles, and his real intention was right there!

"So all that trouble you all went through to put on this whole show was for this? Was it really necessary to go to such lengths?"

"Of course it's necessary!" Old Liu said confidently. "You're as slippery as an eel! If I don't play some tricks on you and use some drastic measures, who knows when you'll drag this out!"

"Fine!" Zeng Long, also provoked, sat up abruptly, his eyes sharpening with a desperate, resolute edge. "Since you're going to play this ruthless game, then I'll have no choice but to play along to the end, and play even more ruthlessly!"

His voice lowered, carrying a chilling coldness:

My training syllabus is completely different from yours.

It was designed based on the limits of human physiology and psychology, including inhumanly brutal physical training, willpower torture in extreme environments, and the stimulation of potential with special drugs.

Furthermore, it incorporates a comprehensive training system that combines highly realistic and brutal special operations combat.

His gaze swept across the faces of each general, and he said, word by word:

"Let me be clear from the start, this kind of training isn't child's play, it's...it could kill you!"

His gaze seemed to transcend time and space, carrying a hint of barely perceptible pain:

"From as far back as I can remember, I have endured similar training every day, and I cannot escape it even in my dreams. The cruelty of repeatedly shattering the body and mind and then forcibly rebuilding them is beyond description."

A brief silence fell over the office. The expressions of the veteran generals all turned serious.

General Liu took a deep breath, exchanged glances with the others, and saw the resolute look in each other's eyes.

On behalf of everyone, he made a momentous decision, his voice steady and powerful:

Zeng Long, don't worry. We trust your judgment. As long as you reasonably control the training intensity based on the individual physical differences of each trainee, and ensure that casualties and permanent disabilities are controlled as much as possible...

We hereby grant you the highest training authority! You are fully responsible for everything!

"Okay!" Zeng Long nodded decisively without saying another word.

That's how it's arranged. The initial selection phase will be handled by your respective military regions, using your strictest standards for screening.

Notify me when only 3,000 people remain after the elimination process.

He stood up, straightened his crumpled clothes, and his eyes regained their usual calm and depth.

"When the time comes, I will take over personally. These three thousand people... I will let them know what... true hell is."

Having said that, he didn't linger and walked straight to the door. The five military leaders were left standing there, looking at each other, both relieved that the "conspiracy" had succeeded and feeling a vague unease and anticipation for the upcoming training that Zeng Long called "hell."

This "hunting" by high-ranking military officials ended with Zeng Long signing a promise that was almost a "contract of servitude".

An unprecedentedly brutal selection and iron-blooded forging process, sweeping through the entire army's elite, is about to begin.