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

On the screen, the twenty-odd team members blocked at the mountain pass were the temporary squad that Lone Wolf (number 32) had assembled.

Bullets rained down from the mountains on both sides, striking the rocks and sending up blinding sparks, while grazing the ground and kicking up waves of dust.

The piercing whistling of live ammunition tearing through the air, mixed with the suppressed screams and heavy breathing of the team members, heralded the prelude to death.

"Ugh—!"

A muffled groan followed by an uncontrollable cry of pain.

Two team members were shot in the thigh, and blood instantly soaked through their camouflage pants, appearing a shocking deep black in the dim light.

The bullet was a penetrating wound, not lodged in the bone, but blood was gushing out, and the bleeding had to be stopped immediately.

Lone Wolf (Number 32)'s pupils contracted sharply, and veins bulged on his forehead. He forced himself to remain calm, forcing his voice out through clenched teeth:

"Number 278! Bandage number 632 to stop the bleeding! Quickly!"

"Number 73! Number 956! You're the snipers! Locate the enemy's firing positions! Suppress them! Buy time for the wounded!"

The ideal is full.

Reality is so harsh it's despairing.

Number 73 and Number 956 were both ace snipers in their original units.

Upon receiving the order, they immediately crouched down like cheetahs, attempting to find sniping positions by using the crevices in the rocks.

however--

"call out--!"

"call out--!"

Two bullets flew past them, almost grazing the top of their helmets! The scorching air even burned their scalps!

The bullets struck the even harder rock wall behind them, producing a sharp bang and sending debris flying!

"Hold!"

The two snipers instantly ducked back, their backs pressed against the cold rock, their hearts pounding as if they were about to explode! Cold sweat instantly soaked through their inner linings.

The other side is also a sniper!

Moreover, they were top-tier experts who anticipated their movements!

They used... live ammunition!

Number 73 spoke towards the lone wolf, his voice distorted with fear and rage:

"Number 32! How do we fight him?!"

"The other side is also a sniper! And they're using live ammunition!"

"We can't even lift our heads! How are we supposed to play?!"

helpless.

A profound sense of powerlessness.

There was also the primal fear of unknown snipers and live ammunition, which, like cold vines, coiled around the hearts of every team member.

The two wounded men turned pale rapidly, and the blood loss caused dizziness. They needed to be treated as soon as possible, but the road ahead was completely blocked.

Lone Wolf (No. 32)'s eyes turned red. He slammed his fist hard on the gravel in front of him, his knuckles bleeding, but he felt no pain.

The head instructor said "it might be live ammunition"... damn it, it really is live ammunition!

And he's a master among masters!

To this day, they haven't even seen a single person from the other side!

This is not a drill.

This is a real battle.

People will die!

An unprecedented sense of frustration and self-doubt seeped into my veins like venom.

Their tactical skills and individual combat abilities, which they were so proud of, appeared so pale and laughable in the face of absolute overwhelming force and the real threat of death.

Can't wait any longer!

The lone wolf suddenly raised its head, the last trace of hesitation in its eyes replaced by resolute madness.

He bit his lower lip until it bled, the salty, metallic taste of blood filling his mouth.

"Everyone has it—!"

His voice was hoarse, yet it carried a desperate, all-or-nothing intensity.

"Fire all your bullets... at the other side!"

"Don't aim! Fire saturation!"

"Even if it means death... we must buy time for our wounded brothers to be bandaged!"

"shot--!!!"

No hesitation.

The surviving team members, eyes wide and roaring, poked their guns out from behind cover and pulled the triggers in the direction the bullets were likely coming from!

"Da da da da—!!!"

"Bang bang bang—!!!"

A chaotic yet intense barrage of gunfire suddenly erupted, the colored markings of training rounds tracing erratic paths through the air, temporarily creating a barrier of fire.

On the other side of the pass, in the dense forest.

Ye Feng heard a clear voice from the operations command center through his earpiece, relaying the communications of the Lone Wolf Squad.

Ye Feng's cold face remained expressionless; he simply nodded slightly to Tang Long beside him.

"Change to training ammunition."

Ye Feng's voice was cold and calm.

"These people... are not up to par."

"But at least... I didn't abandon my brothers."

"Trading time for life... at least it's somewhat respectable."

Tang Long grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, but his movements were as fast as a ghost. Almost simultaneously, the two of them removed the live ammunition magazines and replaced them with clips filled with training marker rounds.

"Click!" The sound of a bullet being chambered was slight yet clear.

The next second, the two figures darted out of their hiding place like cheetahs! Their guns barely paused as they moved at high speed—

"Bang! Bang!"

Two soft sounds that almost blended together.

On the other side of the pass, two team members who were firing wildly suddenly had two bright red powder bursts from their helmets!

Thick red smoke, signifying "death in action," also rose from the sensors on their bodies.

Having landed their blow, Ye Feng and Tang Long didn't linger at all, disappearing once again into the shadows of the dense forest and rocks, as if they had never been there.

The gunfire stopped abruptly.

The sudden silence at the pass startled the team members.

Then they saw the two brothers whose helmets were stained with color and red smoke was rising from them.

The air seemed to freeze.

in case……

What if those two bullets... had been live ammunition?

So now, what they will see are the corpses of two comrades whose heads have been blown off, their blood and brains splattered everywhere!

And this "if" was the reality they were facing just a minute ago!

"Heh...heh..."

The lone wolf made a sound like a broken bellows coming from its throat.

He stared intently, his eyes wide, at the two plumes of red smoke, at the two "fallen" comrades whose expressions froze instantly, then turned bitter and bewildered.

A tremendous, indescribable bitterness, grief, and a deep-seated sense of powerlessness and self-blame washed over him like a tsunami, shattering all his defenses.

Hot tears streamed down his face without warning from his tiger-like eyes.

It hit my face, which was covered in dust and sweat, leaving two muddy streaks.

For the first time, he felt his own incompetence so clearly.

All the training, all the sweat, all the glory... seemed so fragile and laughable when facing death and the absolute strongest opponent.

The other team members also fell silent. Their hands gripping their guns trembled, their eyes vacant. The same emotion was growing wildly within them.

The two "fallen" team members looked at each other, then at their brothers who were still alive and had pained expressions.

They forced a smile, but it looked worse than crying.

"Brothers..."

One of them spoke, his voice hoarse.

"We... are already 'dead'."

"This also means... they've withdrawn."

Another person took over, their gaze sweeping over the familiar faces:

"The road ahead is still very long."

"I hope you... can break into the top 500."

"May my brothers... grow stronger and stronger!"

"No...no!"

The lone wolf shook its head violently, growled, and pounded its chest with its fists, making a dull "thump-thump" sound.

"It's my fault! It's all my fault! I didn't give proper instructions!"

That was the soldier's deepest and most helpless self-blame and sorrow.

Everyone knows that getting to this point involved countless trials and tribulations, and involved unimaginable sacrifices. To quit would mean giving up all that effort.

But the battlefield is merciless.

The head instructor is right—there are no rules here, no mercy.

Only relentless war.

"Let's go!"

One of the "fallen" team members suddenly roared, tears streaming down his face at the same time.

"We don't want...you to see us leaving!"

No one moved; they just watched the two of them silently.

"If you won't leave... then we will!"

After saying that, the two took one last look at their comrade, turned around abruptly, and walked away along the way they had come, their steps heavy but firm, toward the assembly point that represented elimination.

All the surviving team members stood silently, watching the two lonely, forlorn, yet upright figures disappear around the corner of the pass.

Tears flowed silently.