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

"Walk!"

The lone wolf vigorously wiped his face, mixing blood, tears, and dirt together, and his eyes regained their fierce, wolf-like look.

"Continue the stealthy march! Battle formation! Clear the way!"

"etc."

Two wounded soldiers, whose wounds had just been bandaged and whose faces were still pale, helped each other to their feet.

They looked at Lone Wolf and his brothers with calm eyes.

"Number 32, brothers..."

"We...are already injured."

"It will become a burden... a liability."

"You...you should go first."

"fart!"

Lone Wolf abruptly interrupted, glaring fiercely at the two of them.

"An injury doesn't mean giving up! Nor does it mean death!"

"I, Lone Wolf... never abandon my comrades!"

"Even if there's only a sliver of hope... I will lead you all forward!"

"Never give up! Never abandon!"

He was shouting with almost all his might:

"Even if we have to crawl... I'll lead you all to crawl and surpass everyone else!"

"right!"

"Never give up! Never abandon!"

"Let's climb together!"

All the team members, with red eyes, responded hoarsely! Their voices were not loud, but they carried an iron will and a resolute determination to share life and death!

This is not an isolated case.

Similar scenes were playing out repeatedly along the various marching routes.

A tall team member carried his injured comrade on his back, gritting his teeth and trudging step by step along the rugged mountain path. Sweat mixed with blood soaked through their backs.

There was a lone soldier whose arm had been cut open by a stray bullet. He simply bandaged it with a tourniquet. His face was pale from blood loss and exhaustion, but he still moved forward stubbornly with unfocused eyes. The 30-kilogram load made him feel like he was about to fall with every step.

While crossing a swift and icy river, one team member nearly succumbed to exhaustion and was swept away. Two other team members grabbed him tightly, and the three of them clung to each other, tumbling and struggling in the rapids. Finally, they climbed onto the opposite bank in a disheveled state, collapsed on the ground, and could only gasp for breath.

The head instructor's voice, like a curse, echoed in their nearly collapsed consciousness:

"Forget that you are human...forget that you are made of flesh and blood..."

"You have no dignity...you are killing machines used to protect the nation..."

"Dignity... resides only on the edge of the sword! Truth... lies only within the range of cannons!"

The sun had already set in the west.

Night fell over the mountains and forests.

Apart from those team members who silently left after being marked "dead" with red smoke rising from their bodies, not a single one voluntarily withdrew.

Sweat had long since dried up, muscles were groaning, every bone felt like it was falling apart, only an almost obsessive belief was supporting them as they mechanically and numbly moved forward.

Gunshots and explosions rang out intermittently around them. They no longer even bothered to take cover; they would simply instinctively crouch down for a moment before continuing forward.

The fear of death seemed to have been replaced by extreme exhaustion and numbness.

Inside the operations room, Elder Liu and Elder Zhang had been standing for quite some time.

The two veteran generals, both seasoned veterans of real war, couldn't help but tear up as they watched the young soldiers struggling, bleeding, crying, roaring, and supporting each other on the screen. What they saw was not only cruelty, but also the struggle and brilliance of the military spirit under extreme pressure.

suddenly!

On another monitor screen, a deafening explosion was heard!

"BOOM—!!!"

The firelight flashed and disappeared in the night, and thick smoke, along with soil and gravel, shot into the sky!

That was the sound of an anti-personnel mine! It had been modified by Qi Liang, with the addition of potent hallucinogens and black dye. Although the explosive power was greatly reduced, the sound was even more terrifying.

In the footage, the team led by Mountain Eagle is passing through a seemingly peaceful woodland. Their lips are chapped and their eyes are bloodshot, clearly indicating that they have not eaten or drunk anything for a long time and are nearing their physical limits.

From the direction from which the loud noise came, the figures of the three team members were instantly engulfed by the rising dust!

"No--!"

The eagle's eyes widened in fury, and it let out a roar like a wild beast!

The next second, a dozen medics wearing white coats and red cross armbands rushed out from nearby like ghosts, quickly lifted the three team members who were lying on the ground and covered in charred black skin on stretchers, and quickly evacuated.

The whole process was so fast that it took no time to react.

Immediately afterwards, all the team members still marching and wearing communication headsets simultaneously heard the calm, indifferent, and emotionless voice of the head instructor, Zeng Linglong, broadcast over the entire training area via the base's strong signal:

"Did you all hear the loud bang of the landmines?"

"Unfortunately..."

"Three team members accidentally stepped on a landmine."

"Unfortunately... he passed away."

"No...no!!!"

Mountain Eagle's knees buckled, and he collapsed heavily to the ground! He pounded his fists against the hard, cold ground with all his might, his fingernails splitting and bleeding, yet he felt nothing. Tears mixed with snot and dirt smeared his face.

His teammates, as if their spines had been removed, slumped down, their eyes vacant, devoid of any luster.

The brothers who were just hiking together and encouraging each other... are right in front of me... blown to pieces?

The immense grief and helplessness of losing comrades right before your eyes is more deadly than any physical injury!

However, before they could recover from this heavy blow—

"Da da da da—!!!"

A frenzied barrage of live ammunition suddenly swept in from the woods on the flank!

Bullets flew past their bodies, helmets, and backpacks like the Grim Reaper's scythe, whizzing by and scattering branches and dirt everywhere!

It's Qi Liang and Jiang Tianhua!

"Take cover—!!!" The mountain eagle roared like a wild beast, forcibly breaking free from extreme grief and instantly entering combat mode, rolling and swooping towards the nearest cover.

The battle has begun again!

The same ambush battles, the same death reports, and the same horrific scenes were repeatedly repeated along the vast marching route.

When the team members saw their comrade being bitten by a venomous snake, his face turned black and he collapsed to the ground, where he was carried away by medics.

Seeing their exhausted comrades crawling on the ground, their throats slit by "enemies" with military daggers in the dark, simulated blood (special dye) splattering, and them falling into "pools of blood" to be carried away by medics.

Every explosion, every "death" announcement, every time a familiar figure was carried away, felt like a dull knife cutting into the hearts of the remaining team members.

Angry.

He was furious.

All the sadness, fear, helplessness, self-blame...

In the end, it all turned into a raging, uncontrollable fury!

I hate the head instructor's cold-heartedness!

I hate the extreme cruelty of war!

I hate even more... my own weakness and incompetence!

"kill--!!!"

"Kill them all!!!"

"Avenge our fallen brothers—!!!"

"Charge!!! Let the birds fly to the sky when they die!!!"

Various frenzied, hoarse, and blood-stained roars rose and fell in the night forest!

The last vestiges of human dignity and fear were completely destroyed by this extreme anger and hatred!

exhausted?

No way! Anger is the best stimulant!

bleed?

It doesn't matter! Hatred is the best medicine to stop the bleeding!

die?

It's not scary! I'll take someone down with me even if I die!

Their eyes were bloodshot, their faces twisted like demons, and they let out inhuman growls. Dragging their almost broken bodies, they unleashed astonishing speed and power, pushing their life force to its limits, as they charged forward! Charge!

Encountering resistance?

Charge into the hail of bullets! Use your body to break through the barrage of fire!

Encountering obstacles?

Bite with your teeth! Scrape with your hands! Bang with your head! Tear a path through!

They are no longer well-trained soldiers.

They are beasts driven to the brink of despair, tempered by blood and fire, their bestial instincts awakened, losing all reason, fighting only for revenge and survival!

It's a killing machine that crawled out of a hellish blood pool!

It is a demonic being who walks among humans!

Inside the operations room.

Zeng Linglong's face, which had been calmly staring at the screen, finally slowly curved into a very faint yet incredibly clear smile.

That smile contained satisfaction, expectation, and even a hint of cold insight into human nature.

He turned his head, looked at Old Liu and Old Zhang beside him, whose brows were furrowed and palms were sweating, and said calmly:

"See that?"

"This is what I wanted..."

"Appearance".

As night deepened, the roars of beasts and the sounds of gunfire mingled in the mountains and forests.

The flames of purgatory are throwing three thousand pieces of refined iron into the most cruel furnace.

The tempering process has only just begun.