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

4:03 AM.

The mountain forest base is immersed in the silence of deep sleep.

Only the beams of light from the watchtower's searchlights, like pale blades, slowly sliced ​​through the darkness.

"Waaaaaah!!! Waaaaah!!! Waaaaah!!!"

The shrill, piercing air raid siren, without warning, roared like a steel behemoth, tearing apart the deathly silence of the early morning!

The sirens echoed, overlapped, and amplified among the mountains, transforming into a deadly tidal wave!

brush--!

Almost the very first second the alarm went off!

Inside all the barracks, it was as if the same switch had been flipped!

Three thousand pairs of eyes suddenly opened in the darkness!

There was no confusion, no hesitation, and not a trace of the sluggishness of an ordinary person being awakened.

Only a conditioned reflex etched into the bone marrow and a sudden surge of adrenaline!

"Fully armed! Emergency assembly—!!!"

Sirius's rough, urgent, and undeniable roar, amplified by loudspeakers throughout the base, followed immediately by the blaring of the alarm!

Bang!Bang!Bang!

The bed is vibrating!

A figure sprang up!

In the darkness, only the sounds of rapid but orderly breathing, the rustling of combat uniforms, and the subtle clanging of equipment being quickly checked and put on could be heard!

Not a single unnecessary question was asked, and not a single discordant sound was heard.

Each team member is like a component of a sophisticated war machine that is instantly activated.

In the darkness, his fingers precisely found the neatly folded combat uniform, which he put on and tightened the straps.

The tactical vest was hanging at the head of the bed. I grabbed it, turned around and put it on, my fingers quickly fastening each buckle.

The weapon cabinet was next to the bed. I opened it, took out a well-maintained automatic rifle, checked the bolt with a "click," loaded it with a live magazine (training rounds), and slung it across my shoulder.

Helmet, gloves, water bottle, ammunition pouch, first aid kit, individual rations... everything is put away, driven by almost instinctive muscle memory, and quickly put back in its place.

Thirty seconds.

From the moment he opened his eyes until he stood fully armed in front of the bed.

One minute.

The first group of figures, like arrows released from a bow, burst through the barracks door and disappeared into the dim light and shadow cut by the searchlights outside!

The footsteps were heavy, dense, and rhythmic, treading on the cement road and producing a dull and resounding "rumble," like ancient war drums beating before dawn!

Central playground.

The huge searchlights illuminated the central area as bright as day, creating a stark contrast with the surrounding deep darkness.

Zeng Linglong stood where the lights were brightest.

He was still dressed in a black special forces uniform, with his hands behind his back, his posture as straight as a javelin.

He wasn't wearing sunglasses, and his deep eyes reflected a cold gleam in the bright light, like an icy pool.

And behind him—

It's no longer just Ye Feng, Xiao Ya, and Tie Zhu.

Instead, there were twelve figures that looked as if they had been forged from the lava of hell!

The Dragon Return Squad is all present!

Jiang Tianhua, Fang Rong, Qi Liang... one after another, faces that were either rugged, cold, or had a cynical smile, lined up behind Zeng Linglong.

They were also dressed in unmarked black combat uniforms, standing casually, yet naturally exuding the same chilling aura of battle-hardened survivors as Ye Feng and the others!

That's the unique aura of a veteran who has truly been tested by blood and fire and crawled out of piles of corpses.

The twelve figures, like twelve different but equally bloodthirsty blades, silently exuded a sense of oppression in the cold wind before dawn.

On the side of the line, Jiang Tianhua, without any regard for appearances, put his arm around Fang Rong's neck, tilted his head, and looked at the "newbies" who were rapidly gathering and lining up on the playground.

He made a "tsk tsk tsk" sound, his eyes filled with a mix of mockery and a complex sense of having been there.

"Seeing these 'dusts from hell'..."

Jiang Tianhua's voice wasn't loud, but it could be clearly heard at the edge of the desolate and silent playground.

"It's truly moving..."

He shook his head.

"Weren't we selected through special training like this before?"

Fang Rong felt a little uncomfortable from being squeezed so tightly, so she pushed his arm away forcefully and straightened her collar.

"cut."

Fang Rong pursed his lips, his eyes sweeping over the rapidly tidying formations, his tone tinged with lingering fear and relief.

"Back then... we didn't run into the boss."

"What if we run into the boss..."

He glanced at Zeng Linglong's tall, straight back and lowered his voice:

"We went home to take care of the kids a long time ago."

Jiang Tianhua was taken aback, then nodded in deep agreement.

Fang Rong continued, his tone filled with reverence:

"Don't you even think about it..."

"The eldest brother and Ye Feng, along with the other three... were all trained by those three freaks, 'Baroque,' since they were young."

"He truly received the essential teachings."

His gaze returned to the young soldiers who were counting off and adjusting their posture, a complex emotion, almost one of sympathy, flickering in his eyes.

"Looking at these three thousand team members..."

Fang Rong sighed softly.

"I truly pray for them."

"Are they unlucky... or lucky?"

"We ran into...our boss."

"Hey!"

Qi Liang, who was standing nearby, chimed in.

"We...were also forged in the Hellfire Forge."

He smacked his lips, as if savoring something.

"That feeling..."

"That was fucking awesome!"

A malicious glint flashed in his eyes as he looked at the playground, like a hunter spotting interesting prey.

"This 'account'..."

Qi Liang licked his slightly chapped lips, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

"Today, we're all... counting on them!"

"Hahaha!"

The other members of the Dragon Return team also revealed knowing smiles, tinged with cruel amusement.

They were originally elite soldiers who had retired from various top special forces units of the former Dragon Kingdom, and their bones were filled with arrogance, warlikeness and the pursuit of greater strength.

Returning to the "training ground" now, seeing these former "comrades-in-arms," ​​the madness and strength honed by the special training and "hellfire" of the former unit are naturally awakened.

The poor three thousand elite team members...

This time, the instructors were no longer the traditional, rule-abiding instructors.

Instead, they were a group of lawless, domineering lunatics who treated war and slaughter as a daily occurrence!

As Fang Rong said, they were both unlucky and lucky!