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

Shijiagou, Shijia adobe houses.

The flame of the oil lamp flickered in the wind.

The shadows cast on the wall appear to grow longer and shorter.

Chen Zheng and Lu Xiao stood at the door, like two guardian deities.

They refused the broken bowl that Li Yingxiu offered—it was the only two intact bowls left in the house.

"Auntie, we're not thirsty," Chen Zheng said gently. "Please go and take care of... Little Pomegranate."

Li Yingxiu nodded blankly and returned to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).

Little Pomegranate is still kneeling there.

She has stopped crying.

He simply used a damp cloth to wipe the blood off his father's face, again and again.

The movements are gentle.

Like treating a sleeping baby.

Chen Zheng looked at the girl.

Looking into her excessively large eyes, there was a deathly stillness.

That's not the look a fourteen-year-old girl should have.

That was the look in a soldier's eyes.

A warrior burdened with a blood feud.

Outside the door, there was a cacophony of footsteps.

Chen Zheng and Lu Xiao turned around at the same time, placing their hands on their waists.

In the darkness, a dozen or so villagers, holding torches, slowly gathered around.

The one leading the way was the old man who had just guided them.

"Young man..." We're here to help.

The old man's eyes were red.

He turned around and said to the villagers behind him:

"Qinglie...is gone."

Let's help Pomegranate Mom and protect this poor mother and daughter.

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At this moment, a woman began to sob softly.

"What will happen to Yingxiu and Xiaoshiliu now?" "Wang Guangtou will definitely bring more people..."

"He's coming!" a young man roared. "Let's fight him!"

"Yes! Let's give it our all!"

"Uncle Qinglie was a good man! He shouldn't have died in vain!"

The sound grew louder and louder.

The torchlight illuminated faces contorted with rage.

Chen Zheng looked at these simple and honest villagers.

Look at the flames dancing in their eyes.

A surge of warmth welled up in my heart.

But he still raised his hand to quell the commotion:

"Fellow villagers."

The sound wasn't loud, but it silenced everyone.

"The government will take care of this matter."

"I assure you—"

Chen Zheng's gaze swept across every face:

Those who harm Comrade Shi Qinglie will pay the price.

"No matter who he is."

"Regardless of what forces are behind him."

"When it gets light, the troops will come."

The villagers were all wiping away tears.

The old man sighed, clearly not believing the army would come. He waved to the villagers.

"Everyone, please help!"

The crowd immediately dispersed, with some elderly people helping to prepare the mourning hall and others women preparing paper money.

Several young men.

They squatted in a corner in the distance, holding hoes and shovels.

Silently, they guarded it.

Chen Zheng turned around and exchanged a glance with Lu Xiao.

The two stood guard at the door, one on the left and one on the right, without any hesitation.

night, deeper.

The cold wind howled.

Inside the mud-brick house.

Little Pomegranate finally stopped wiping.

She bent down and pressed her face against her father's cold forehead.

"father……"

The sound was so soft it was almost inaudible.

"Go to sleep."

"My daughter... has grown up."

She stood up and walked to the corner.

There, leaning against a rusty sickle.

Little Pomegranate reached out and grasped the knife handle.

Gripping tightly, knuckles turned white

She wants to protect her mother.

Then she went to her mother's side, knelt down, and rested her head on her mother's lap.

"Mother, go to sleep for a while."

"It's dawn..."

"Let's see Dad off...."

Li Yingxiu stared blankly at her daughter.

She looked into her daughter's eyes and saw a calmness that startled her.

She suddenly hugged the little pomegranate tightly and burst into tears:

"My son...why is your life so bitter..."

Little Pomegranate didn't cry.

She simply patted her mother's back gently.

Eyes gazing at the pitch-black night outside the door.

elder brother……

where are you?

My father is dead.

My mother is about to collapse.

This family is about to fall apart.

Please come back soon...

However, she did not know

night sky.

A helicopter is flying at maximum speed through the night sky toward her home.

On the highway.

A long convoy of dozens of luxury cars was speeding toward her home.

Various airports overseas.

One after another, special planes are taking off, heading towards—the Dragon Kingdom.

The eyes of the world are unconsciously drawn to it.

Converging towards that place that's almost impossible to find on a map—

Shijia Gou Village.

There, lies the cold body of a father.

There was a daughter with lifeless eyes.

There is a mother with a broken heart.

and also--

An impending, all-encompassing—

Bloodstorm.