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

The deathly silence continued.

But that was not the silence of collapse, but the solidification of the earth's crust under extreme pressure before the eruption of magma.

Three thousand pairs of eyes, initially filled with shock, fear, and bewilderment, began to slowly converge.

Deep within his pupils, the flame that had almost been extinguished by the cruel rules not only failed to go out, but instead reignited as if it had been doused with gasoline, burning even more fiercely and wildly!

Who are they?

They are the chosen ones, handpicked from among millions of soldiers!

He is a soldier king who has passed countless tests and whose glory is witnessed by his scars!

They are iron-willed soldiers whose very bones are etched with an indomitable spirit and a refusal to accept fate!

Is the road ahead cruel? Full of dangers?

so what? !

"Huff... puff..."

Mountain Eagle's chest heaved violently, and he suddenly tilted his head back, the veins on his neck bulging like dragons!

The confusion and fear in his eyes were completely replaced by a more primal and violent emotion—

That was the anger of not wanting to be crushed, the excitement of challenging the limits, and the mad fighting spirit of a true warrior!

He spat angrily onto the ground.

"Hold!"

His voice was hoarse, yet it exploded like thunder in the silent front of the line!

"When a person dies, the bird flies to the sky!"

He suddenly raised his clenched fist, his nails almost digging into his palm, and roared like a wild beast at the leaden dawn sky:

"war--!!!"

That roar was like igniting the fuse of a powder keg!

"war--!!!"

The cheetah's eyes reddened, and it hissed as it followed!

"war!!!"

"war!!!"

"war!!!"

One, ten, a hundred, a thousand!

Three thousand voices, three thousand indomitable wills, erupted like a dormant volcano!

They converged into a terrifying sound wave that tore through the clouds and shook the forest leaves!

The roar echoed and reverberated among the mountains, startling the birds roosting in the distant dense forest, which took flight in a flurry.

This is not an answer, this is a declaration of war!

Declare war on these cruel rules!

Declare war on your own limits!

Declare war on the "Chief Instructor" who is high above, looking down with the indifference of a god!

On the command platform, Zeng Linglong's lips slowly curled upwards.

That smile was no longer a cold, playful one, but rather carried a hint of appreciation, a hint of expectation, and even... a hint of almost sacred solemnity.

He slowly opened his arms again.

The movements are slow, with the palm facing upwards and the five fingers naturally extended.

This time, it wasn't like an embrace, but more like some ancient and mysterious farewell ceremony, a blessing for the warriors about to embark on the thorny path, or... a sacrifice.

The morning breeze ruffled the black hair on his forehead and brushed against his deep eyes.

"hehe……"

A very soft laugh escaped from his throat.

"Then..."

"I wish you all the best..."

Have a pleasant journey.

A pleasant journey?

"Depend on!"

Standing beside the mountain eagle, Lone Wolf couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath, his lips twitching.

"The perverted head instructor..."

"You're treating this... as a 'journey'?"

They cannot yet comprehend the true meaning of the word "journey".

It is even more unimaginable what kind of transformation and sublimation those of them will undergo when this "journey" ends and they are still standing.

That will be a reshaping of the soul and the physical body.

"Bang--!!!"

A crisp, solitary gunshot, like a starting pistol, abruptly cut off the continuous battle cries!

Time seemed to have been frozen in time.

The next second—

"boom--!!!"

The static formation of three thousand people, like a collapsing dam, transformed into surging black iron torrents, rushing wildly towards the outside of the base and towards the starting point of the winding bloody path on the map!

The heavy footsteps, like muffled thunder, shattered the tranquility of dawn.

Some people, alone, charged out like arrows released from a bow, their eyes sharp as knives, heading straight for what they deemed the best route.

People quickly gathered together, forming temporary squads in twos and threes. They nodded to each other and adjusted their formations in tacit understanding as they ran, covering each other's flanks.

Many others followed the overwhelming tide of the main force, gritting their teeth and pushing their physical abilities to the limit, with only one thought in their minds—charge forward! Don't be left behind!

The map in his hands was soaked with sweat, and the number pasted on his chest rose and fell violently as he ran.

Three thousand figures, like a migrating herd of beasts or a flood bursting its banks, quickly merged into the vast, dark mountains and forests surrounding the base, which seemed to harbor endless unknowns and deadly dangers.

The playground was completely empty in an instant.

Only Zeng Linglong remained, along with the twelve statues behind him.

Zeng Linglong slowly lowered his arms and turned around.

His gaze fell on the face of each member of the Dragon Return Squad.

A bright, pure, even childlike smile appeared on his face, a stark contrast to his previous cold and stern demeanor.

"Go."

He uttered two words softly.

"Okay..."

"Let's play with these newbies."

He paused, his eyes suddenly turning like those of a hawk eyeing its prey.

"hunting……"

"start."

"Alright!"

Qi Liang let out a strange cry, excitedly wrapped his arms around Fang Rong's neck again, and shook him vigorously.

"Brothers!"

He glanced at the other team members, his eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty and gleeful light.

"It's been so long since we hung out together!"

"Now……"

He licked his lips, his smile twisted into a sinister grin.

"Have fun, everyone!"

"Hahaha……!"

"Hahaha!"

"Walk!"

"Damn it, my hands have been itching for this for ages!"

"Let the newbies see what the care of a 'veteran' really means!"

The twelve figures erupted in bursts of laughter and roars, a mixture of excitement, nostalgia, and cruelty.

They did not head towards the base gate.

Instead, like ghosts, they darted around, using the obstacles and shadows at the edge of the playground, and disappeared from the base's perimeter at an astonishing speed, blending into the forest that was about to become a hunting ground.

Their movements were swift, agile, and silent, demonstrating an infiltration capability far exceeding that of ordinary special forces soldiers.

Sirius took a deep breath and waved to the teaching assistant behind him and the fully armed support and blocking team (including medics, technical support, blocking personnel, and guards) who were already waiting on the side.

"Let's depart as planned!"

"Ensure thorough monitoring at every stage! The medical team is on standby!"

"yes!"

This sizable group quickly and orderly boarded vehicles or walked, heading towards different pre-designated areas.

The vast base became empty and silent in a short period of time.

Only the searchlights that had not yet been extinguished futilely cut through the gradually brightening sky.