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

His tone softened slightly, but the content was even more somber.

"In the future, you will face an incomparably powerful and ruthless enemy."

"It was cold and emotionless gunfire."

"And your bodies—"

He shook his head, his tone carrying a profound sense of compassion and resolve.

"It can't stop these."

His gaze was distant, as if piercing through the mists of history.

"For me... anything that is blocked with the body—"

"That's because the country isn't strong enough."

"It is a misfortune for the country."

He took a deep breath, his voice filled with a heavy emotion.

"Think of the martyrs of the past..."

"They used their bodies to stop the enemy's iron hooves and cannon fire."

Many soldiers in the audience had slightly red eyes. Those tragic scenes etched deep in the nation's memory came to mind.

"They have already...earned us the peace we enjoy today."

"And for us...fighting a war that we could never finish fighting in several lifetimes!"

His tone suddenly changed, his gaze sharp as lightning!

"We should admire them!"

"but--"

"We must not imitate this!!"

His voice was as loud as a bell, deafening and awakening!

"because--"

"Now, our country is strong!"

"The era of using one's body to block enemies... is long gone!"

Zeng Linglong opened his arms again, as if to instill some kind of belief into everyone present.

"We remember this history..."

"But also—"

"We must reclaim our dignity!"

His right hand suddenly clenched into a fist!

"And dignity—"

"Only on the edge of the sword!"

His left hand also clenched into a fist, and it collided heavily with his right fist in front of his chest!

"truth--"

"Within artillery range!"

These two sentences, like laws forged from steel, struck deep into everyone's souls with immense force!

"Between nations..."

Zeng Linglong's voice was as cold as a Siberian frost.

There is no such thing as justice or evil.

"It's all about competing interests!"

"It's all about gunfire!"

"so--"

"What I want is your future... bodies of steel!"

"A body of slaughter!"

"Only by using war to stop war can we protect everything we have! Only then can it be called—peace!"

He leaned forward, his gaze piercing, staring intently into every pair of eyes below the stage.

"Here with me—"

"There is no such thing as battlefield sacrifice!"

This statement was earth-shattering!

"Because of sacrifice—"

"This represents your incompetence!"

"It also demonstrates my incompetence as the head instructor!"

He straightened up, his tone regaining its cold and absolute sense of control.

"so--"

"I will give you both your bodies and your spirits..."

"Broken again and again."

"Force a complete reshaping."

"My training syllabus..."

"It was designed based on the limits of human physiology and psychology."

"It includes inhumanly brutal physical training, willpower torture in extreme environments, and the stimulation of potential with special drugs."

"Furthermore, it will incorporate highly realistic and brutal special operations combat into a comprehensive training system."

His gaze swept across the faces below the stage, which were gradually turning pale, but whose eyes were beginning to focus.

"Dead people... or injured people..."

His voice was soft, yet it sent chills down one's spine.

"Under the cruel tempering of my purgatory..."

"It could happen at any time."

"The future time here..."

Zeng Linglong's voice was like a cold judgment.

"No dignity."

"Without flesh and blood."

"Only through constant forging and reshaping..."

"Steel and swords."

He was silent for a few seconds, and when he spoke again, his voice carried a hint of... a deep expectation that was almost imperceptible.

"because……"

"I hope you... survive every mission, every brutal battle."

He spoke those words slowly and heavily.

"My goal... is to teach you how to survive."

"To survive every confrontation with a fierce opponent...!"

"Only then can you prove your strength."

Zeng Linglong took a step back and stood still again.

He took off his military cap and tucked it under his arm. The mountain wind blew across his forehead.

His gaze became extremely complex. There was expectation, contradiction, reluctance, and above all, an unwavering resolve.

"so……"

"I hope you've thought this through."

"It's not too late to leave now."

"Your presence here... puts me in a difficult position."

"because--"

"I don't want any of you... to die on the battlefield."

"I don't want you... to die here!"

He practically squeezed the last two words out through gritted teeth, carrying a weight of responsibility and pressure as heavy as a mountain.

He put his military cap back on, the shadow under the brim obscuring the upper half of his face, revealing only his tightly pursed lips and his sharply defined jawline.

"Now--"

His voice suddenly became clear and loud, like a final ultimatum.

"Does anyone want to quit?"

silence.

A suffocating silence that lasted for ten seconds.

The mountain eagle slowly raised its head.

The shame on his face had not yet faded!

But deep in his eyes, the almost extinguished flame suddenly reignited!

It burned more fiercely and resolutely than ever before!

The lone wolf's chest began to heave violently.

He clenched his teeth so hard that blood even seeped from his gums.

The shame of defeat transformed into boundless rage and resentment!

Then this anger and resentment flared up after hearing those declarations about "living," "power," and "a body of steel"—

It completely transformed into an almost insane desire to become stronger and to tear apart all obstacles!

In the first row, a soldier's eyes were red-rimmed, but he stared intently at the stage, letting out a suppressed, beast-like growl.

In the second row, another soldier clenched his fist tightly, his nails digging deep into his palm, blood seeping out between his fingers, but he was completely unaware.

Third row, fourth row...

A silent, scalding will, seemingly capable of burning through the heavens, was being wildly transmitted, resonated, and surged among the three thousand people!

finally--

"war--!!!"

With all its might, the mountain eagle squeezed out a broken and hoarse roar from the deepest part of its lungs!

That sound was like a spark igniting a powder keg!

"Fight—!!!" Lone Wolf followed closely behind, his voice like the roar of a wounded beast!

"war!!!"

"war!!!"

"war!!!"

One sound after another, one wave after another!

In the end, the three thousand voices converged into a roaring torrent that tore through the clouds and shook the mountains!

Zeng Linglong stood on the stage, his eyes behind his sunglasses quietly watching the boiling, burning sea of ​​fire below, which seemed to be burning away all cowardice and his old self.

Then, someone, whose identity is unknown, uttered the vow etched deep into the soul—

"I'll come whenever I'm called!"

"We are ready to fight!" Three thousand men roared in unison!

"Victory is certain!" The shouts echoed through the mountains!

"They will come when summoned! They will fight when they come! They will win every battle!"

"They will come when summoned! They will fight when they come! They will win every battle!"

"We will come when summoned! We will fight when we come! We will win every battle!"

Over and over again!

The vows thundered like lightning, rolling beneath the leaden clouds, reverberating through the vast mountains and forests, and deeply imprinted into the marrow and soul of everyone present!

That roar was the answer.

It is a promise.

It is a blood oath—a vow to step into hell, throw oneself into the furnace, and swear to transform into a steel sword!

Zeng Linglong slowly raised his right hand and gave a standard, long military salute to the boisterous formation below the stage.

Ye Feng, Xiao Ya, and Tie Zhu behind him simultaneously put their legs together, raised their hands, and saluted.

The ceremony is over.

Zeng Linglong lowered his hand, and a faint yet genuine smile finally appeared on his lips.

Within that arc, there was relief, there was heaviness, and even more so, endless anticipation and... the impending, brutally exciting moment.

The gates of hell...

It has been completely opened.