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

The base is located in the mountains and forests.

Sunlight filters through the branches and leaves, casting dappled, shimmering patches of light in the forest.

Heavy footsteps, rapid breathing, and the clanging of metal against metal broke the silence of the forest once again.

Five hundred figures, like five hundred hungry cheetahs released from their cages, charged forward at full speed along a more rugged and complex predetermined route!

The weight they carried had increased from 30 kilograms to 40 kilograms.

The extra weight pressed down on my shoulders and back, but there was no discomfort as I had imagined.

on the contrary--

strength!

A continuous, seemingly emanating power from the depths of the bones, filling every inch of muscle and every tendon!

That was the physiological transformation and compensation brought about by the repeated stimulation of potential by the "Nirvana-1" drug, combined with three days and three nights of extreme exploitation, and then through deep sleep and efficient repair.

Although the old wounds were still throbbing with pain, and the muscles were sore from the intense march!

But this feeling of pain and strength coexisting, exhaustion and excitement intertwined, made them more clear-headed and excited than ever before!

His steps were heavy yet steady.

His eyes were sharp and focused.

Although his breathing was heavy, it had a peculiar rhythm.

"call out--!"

"Da da da—!"

"boom!"

Real gunshots and explosions rang out again without warning!

This is the sniper team led by Li Wuguo, consisting of Wu Lei, Tang Long, Liu Feng, Zhang Zhengzhong, and Guo Wei—suppressing the gunfire.

Bullets grazed the runners' bodies and helmet edges, sending wood chips flying and dirt splattering everywhere!

The simulated artillery bombardment exploded not far ahead, sending shockwaves carrying debris and dust into our faces!

This time, however, the pupils of the 500 team members only contracted suddenly and their hearts raced, but the panic and fear they had felt before were gone.

First, they have gradually adapted to the real battlefield environment.

Secondly, ahead of them, five faster, more stable figures, like ghosts, were clearing a path for them and demonstrating their moves as they moved through the hail of bullets and explosions!

Ye Feng (number two) took the lead!

He carried the same 40 kilograms of equipment, yet his body was incredibly light!

Before the barrage of bullets came, his body seemed to anticipate the trajectory of the bullets. With an extreme side roll, the bullets almost grazed his tactical vest!

As he rolled to his feet, he fired a burst of fire with his rifle, knocking down a moving target that suddenly popped up in the distance!

Tie Zhu (No. 4) is like a human tank; the route he chooses is more direct and brutal!

Faced with the suppression of firepower, he did not retreat. Instead, he roared and suddenly accelerated, charging in a zigzag pattern and using short, precise crawls to squeeze through the gaps in the firepower net!

At the same time, with a sway of his shoulder, the heavy equipment on his back did not affect his kneeling on one knee, raising his gun, aiming, and firing. A fixed heavy firepower target in the distance responded with smoke!

Fang Rong, Qi Liang, and Jiang Tianhua moved like butterflies flitting among flowers, sometimes darting swiftly through the shadows of the forest, sometimes executing dazzling tactical evasion maneuvers in open areas—

Fish-like leaps, sudden stops and changes of direction, rolling over using the terrain, and even using tree branches for short-distance jumps!

They not only did it themselves, but before or after each crucial action, they would concisely and clearly shout out the key points to the team members following behind via individual communication:

"Watch out for the bushes at three o'clock! There's a tripwire!"

"There's a depression ahead, crawl low! Quickly!"

"Right-side slope, roll down! Dissipate force!"

"Concentrate fire! Three moving targets at the 11 o'clock position! Crossfire!"

The 500 team members listened to the instructors' commands and watched the instructors demonstrate the "battlefield dance." Their brains absorbed, understood, and imitated the movements at an unprecedented speed!

They began to try to observe the environment in advance while running, and to anticipate possible dangers.

They began to learn to avoid rigidly dodging bullets when they came, instead using their body's momentum and the terrain to make more efficient and energy-saving evasive maneuvers.

I began to understand that when facing suppressed fire, an individual's courageous charge is far less effective than a team's coordinated cross-cover and alternating firepower.

What made their blood boil even more was—

This time, their guns were also loaded with live ammunition!

Not far behind, three modified and camouflaged military trucks, like mobile ammunition depots, closely followed the marching column.

The open cargo bed of the truck was piled high with boxes of bright yellow live ammunition!

"Attention everyone——!"

Ye Feng's cold voice rang out in the channel.

"300 meters ahead, fan-shaped target area!"

"Moving targets, concealed targets, targets that appear suddenly!"

"Task--"

"Take the bullets from the truck behind you..."

"Use the tactical maneuvers you've learned to dodge, aim, and fire simultaneously—"

"Shoot them all up!"

"Not a single one... is allowed to remain!"

"yes--!!!"

The thunderous response was filled with barely suppressed excitement and violence!

The next second, the marching troops seemed to transform into a moving storm of slaughter!

The team members would sometimes suddenly kneel down and fire while running at high speed, and bullets would spray like water onto the distant target group.

Sometimes, by using a roll or jump, they can briefly aim and fire in mid-air.

Sometimes they cooperate in small groups, with one person providing fire support while the other quickly advances to take up a favorable position and fire in turn.

"Bang bang bang bang——!!!"

"Da da da da—!!!"

The deafening, continuous sound of live-fire shooting completely dominated this mountain forest!

The spent cartridge cases, like golden raindrops, were ejected from the muzzles of 500 guns spitting fire, tracing dense arcs in the sunlight and smoke before landing with a clattering sound on the soil and rocks.

In the distance, the targets were riddled with sawdust and metal plates clanged as they were hit, some even emitting plumes of smoke that indicated a "hit."

The air was thick with the pungent smell of gunpowder, mixed with sweat, dust, and a kind of... the scorching heat of released power.

This is an extreme war of attrition, testing physical strength, skill, willpower, and ammunition reserves!

A highly realistic battlefield symphony that perfectly blends basic tactical maneuvers with live-fire shooting!

Meanwhile, in another relatively independent training area.

The other 2500 team members are also undergoing high-intensity training involving heavy-duty marches and live-fire shooting.

Led by senior assistant instructors such as Sirius, the training subjects, intensity, and ammunition consumption were equally astonishing.

But upon closer inspection, one can perceive subtle yet crucial differences.

Their evasive maneuvers, while standard, lacked the fluidity and anticipation that Ye Feng and others displayed, which were integrated into their instincts.

Their shooting rhythm, though fierce, lacked the amazing accuracy and artful firepower distribution they maintained even in high-speed movement and complex environments.

More importantly, they lacked those five "living textbooks" who were always at the forefront, setting an example, providing guidance at any time, and breaking down and demonstrating the most advanced battlefield survival and killing arts to them.

An invisible gap between "top" and "excellent" is quietly widening and deepening during this concurrent training.

The core of the base is the combat command center.

The atmosphere remained tense yet efficient.

On the largest screen, multiple perspectives of the marching column of 500 "rookie" soldiers are displayed in a split format, along with real-time data on the consumption of live ammunition.

Xiaoya (No. 3) did not participate in leading the field expedition.

She changed into a neat training uniform, her long hair tied in a ponytail, and moved lightly between the control consoles of more than a dozen information soldiers.

She leaned slightly forward, watching the data stream jumping on a screen, occasionally extending her slender fingers to quickly tap a few times on the keyboard to bring up more detailed analysis charts.

Her eyes were focused and sharp, yet her lips held a hint of nonchalant confidence, as if she had everything under control.

"Number 37 has excellent speed in mountain sports, but his shooting stability decreases significantly as his heart rate increases. He needs to strengthen his mental resilience and breath control training."

"Number 89 has outstanding teamwork skills, but his individual breakthrough ability is relatively weak. His role could be shifted towards fire support or tactical command."

"Number 212... Heh, interesting. His evasive maneuvers show signs of imitating Instructor Number Two (Ye Feng). Although he's inexperienced, his learning ability and courage are quite good..."

She quickly browsed and analyzed the information while speaking softly into her headset, her speech fast and clear.

Behind her, an officer responsible for taking notes was rapidly recording her comments and suggestions on an electronic file.

She is conducting preliminary "investigation".

Based on the comprehensive assessments of these 500 individuals during the latest round of extreme training, including physical fitness, skills, mental fortitude, talent, learning ability, and adaptability to team roles...

This outlines an initial development plan for them, laying a data foundation for subsequent "point-to-point" refined, professional, and grueling training.

Zeng Linglong stood in front of the huge curved tactical table, his hands resting on the edge of the table, his eyes sweeping over the figures on the screen struggling forward amidst the smoke and sweat.

His face showed no obvious fatigue, only a focused and meticulous scrutiny.

He raised his hand and glanced at the tactical watch on his wrist.

The clock hand points to four in the afternoon.

He straightened up, a relaxed smile on his face, and turned to Old Liu and Old Zhang, who had been by his side, looking tired but with bright eyes.

"Alright."

He spoke with a smile, his tone carrying the undeniable concern of a junior for an elder.

"My two grandfathers..."

"Now... can you finally go home and rest in peace?"

"Let's go, let's go..."

He made a gesture as if to shoo people away.

"At your age, why are you still staying up all night like us young people?"

"Go back to sleep!"

"If I really make you two collapse from exhaustion..."

"I can't get over it myself."

"My grandfather... will never forgive me."

"hehe!"

Upon hearing this, Old Liu burst into hearty laughter and patted Zeng Linglong on the shoulder.

"Kid!"

"Although we were both sleepy and tired..."

"But seeing the spirit, energy, and morale of these soldiers now..."

The old man's eyes shone brightly.

"We were so excited!"

"And I feel more... at ease!"

He nodded.

"Alright! Then we'll head out first."

"You should keep a close eye on things here."

"Xiaoya and Ye Feng are there..."

Zeng Linglong smiled and pointed to Xiaoya, who was busy, and the figures on the screen.

"What are you two still worried about?"

He paused.

"I'm going back tonight too."

"There's a party I have to attend tonight."

"I've already tried to refuse several times..."

He shrugged, revealing a hint of helplessness.

"If I push it again... people in the industry will start saying I'm arrogant and disrespectful."

Old Liu and Old Zhang exchanged a glance, both understanding what he meant.

Zeng Linglong's return to his family should have been celebrated in a grand way, according to the customs of Beijing's social circles.

However, they directly "conscripted" them and brought them to the base, where they were busy for several days and barely slept.

The pressure and exhaustion he endured were no less than those of his teammates.

Old Zhang frowned slightly and asked with concern:

"You, the head instructor...aren't you going to take a break first?"

"I have to attend a banquet tonight... I'll inevitably have a few drinks."

"After all, we still need you to be here in person to oversee things."

"rest assured."

Zeng Linglong's smile remained relaxed, but his eyes were as deep as an abyss.

"I know... what to do."

"I'm just hitching a ride with the two elders..."

He made a "please" gesture.

Let's go together.

After saying that, he stopped looking at the screen, turned around, and nodded slightly in Xiaoya's direction in a very natural and subtle way.

The movement was so subtle that it went almost unnoticed in the busy command center.

But Xiaoya, who had been keeping a sliver of attention on him, nodded slightly at almost the same moment.

There was no verbal communication.

There was no eye contact.

But an absolute understanding and tacit agreement was conveyed in an instant.

Xiaoya knows—

The leader needs to temporarily leave the base to deal with the public "banquet".

Inside the base, all twelve members of the Longhui Squad were on duty, and training was in full swing.

So, what about the potential undercurrents and threats from the outside world...?

The boss is about to start...

That team that has always remained absolutely silent—the "second invisible echelon."

A cold, sharp glint flashed in her eyes.

Lawrence, Danny, Nader...

You three...it's time to get some exercise.

Zeng Linglong didn't linger. He walked quickly out of the combat command center, shoulder to shoulder with Elder Liu and Elder Zhang.

Outside, the afterglow of the setting sun bathed the corridor in a warm golden light.

Inside the base, the sounds of gunfire, shouts, and engines still deafened, and the furnaces burned brightly.

Outside the base, night is about to fall in Beijing. Beneath the glitz and glamour, undercurrents may already be brewing.

And he, the chief instructor who has just forged the first batch of "good steel", is about to temporarily take off his battle robe, put on civilian clothes, and step into another "battlefield" without gunpowder smoke, but which may be even more dangerous.