[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film-":3,"chapter-from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-945":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","From the God of Medicine: A Journey Through Film and TV Worlds",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2334871,4564,"Chapter 945: Special Forces","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-945",945,"\u003Cp>In the dark forest, forty warriors stood holding their rifles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the moonlight, their figures were faintly visible—each wore a specially designed tactical helmet with a mount hanging two small devices: one a low-light night-vision scope, the other a thermal imager.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The technology for these devices had long existed; the issue was merely one of development. In terms of high-precision miniaturization, technical capability was still insufficient. They could be made small, but suffered from high power consumption, revealing their position, and blurry imaging—all problems. In response, the genius comrade Wang Yan devoted himself to study and humbly consulted experts and professors. During this process, he unintentionally and accidentally proposed several key insights, eventually leading to the small-scale production of prototypes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Particularly in thermal imaging technology, Wang Yan’s brilliant insights were especially admired by the experts and professors. Because thermal imaging lagged behind Western, American, and Soviet capabilities by over a decade, Wang Yan’s genius solved numerous critical issues…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A miniature wireless communication module was also added to the helmet, enabling free speech within a single channel. This was not an especially difficult problem—the helmets used by tank and armored troops had already implemented it, originally designed to overcome communication difficulties caused by noise inside armored vehicles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The real challenges lay in power output, efficiency, and encryption. In these areas, there were still many shortcomings. But those shortcomings had to be judged relative to the enemy—against the Vietnamese monkeys, they posed no major problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, during the earlier self-defense counterattack against Vietnam, the Vietnamese army had deliberately intercepted our radio transmissions, decrypted our messages, and caused us considerable trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the past was the past; the present was the present. Progress had been made. The Vietnamese monkeys simply lacked the capability to crack our codes. Even with Soviet support, they certainly wouldn’t crack them that quickly—and that was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, no one could realistically keep their radio constantly transmitting for idle chatter. The technology couldn’t mask the existence of radio waves—such an act would be a foolish exposure of position. The radios were only for essential communication.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overall, it was acceptable. First solve the problem of having or not having; then solve the problem of good or bad. Adhering to this principle was always sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The helmet had only these three devices, but other aspects were also excellent—whether in comfort of wear or protective safety, it was a qualified product. The only flaw was its weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only the helmet, but also body armor was issued to the soldiers this time, significantly enhancing their protection. After all, when Wang Yan previously led troops against the Vietnamese monkeys, they had nothing at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for weapons, the assault rifles were replaced with the QBZ191 automatic rifle, fitted with a red-dot sight and suppressor. A new light machine gun was developed, largely inspired by the American MK48.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sniper rifle was the newly developed QBU141, also equipped with a suppressor and the best sight currently manufacturable. This rifle was lighter and more portable and concealable than the previous Barrett. Of course, the Barrett was still in service—but it was heavy weaponry, rarely used.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, the Barrett received excellent feedback. Since its prototype succeeded and a dedicated batch was sent to the Kunming Military Region, snipers using the new rifle universally praised it. Its power was immense—it could penetrate enemy trench coverings, and those hit were shattered as if struck by a heavy machine gun. But precisely because of its power, ordinary soldiers could barely fire more than a few rounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Wang Yan tested it, he could fire continuously from four hundred meters all the way to seventeen hundred meters. The soldiers simply couldn’t match that. This was a major flaw of heavy sniper rifles. Of course, they couldn’t fire like Wang Yan either—they always needed to aim for a long time. But the rifle was unquestionably excellent—very reliable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although grenade launchers existed—offering comparable range and greater power—bullets were still cheaper than grenades. Even specialized armor-piercing or incendiary rounds cost less than high-explosive grenades. In actual use, grenades blast an area, while bullets strike a point—it depended on the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, these weapons couldn’t possibly be identical to their original counterparts. Wang Yan merely provided the conceptual direction, and researchers developed them accordingly. These weapons weren’t called QBZ191, QBU141, or MK48—they were all named “Type 80.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Barrett was the same. Though Wang Yan derived the concept from foreigners, its official registered name was the Type 79 12.7mm Heavy Sniper Rifle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the prototype phase of the Type 80 rifle family, two calibers were produced: 5.8mm and 7.62mm. This time, all were 7.62mm. The reason was simple: the Vietnamese monkeys had more of this ammunition, making resupply easier without excessively burdening the soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pistol remained unchanged—the Type 54—still holstered on the thigh. Battlefield first-aid kits, daggers, ammunition, grenades, food, and drink were all fully equipped. Faces were masked, bodies covered in camouflage grass, leaving only the eyes exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, overall, the special forces soldiers looked very much like the special forces of the future—expensive-looking, exuding an aura of formidable strength. The drawback was weight: each soldier carried thirty-two catties total—from gear to equipment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, weight reduction wasn’t unique to special forces—even regular soldiers placed great importance on it. But special forces carried more gear and heavier loads. On the basis of maintaining original combat power, protection, and functionality, lighter load was always better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan carried roughly the same gear: an assault rifle slung across his chest, a sniper rifle on his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked a full circle before the forty soldiers—whose expressions were hidden, only their resolute eyes visible—then stopped at the center of the formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I reiterate for the last time: we are special forces. Our core is rear-operations. The most important thing is concealment. In battle, don’t get reckless, don’t act as individuals. Among you, the longest-serving have trained for a year, the shortest for seven months. All tactics should be firmly memorized. Only by maintaining composure can you fully apply your daily training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You all know the mission: locate and destroy the Vietnamese monkeys’ command post. If possible, capture alive; if not, kill. Preserving your own combat strength is paramount. That’s all I’ll say. The rest is up to you. I’ll be right behind you. If you have problems, call out—I’ll respond immediately. Move out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The forty men responded in low voices, saluted Wang Yan, then split into teams and vanished into the mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soldiers are trained for a thousand days, used for one moment. The special forces unit has existed for over a year, participated in several drills within the Beijing Military Region, but never in real combat. Their actions were too gentle—this was bad. So once the second batch of fifty soldiers completed basic training, Wang Yan pulled them all out, divided them into two groups—these forty were the first group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His special forces unit’s purpose could not transcend its original design: reconnaissance, coordination with land, sea, and air strikes, and necessary assaults and breakthroughs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how elite the special forces, no matter how superior their individual skills, they were not all like Wang Yan himself. Compared to large formations and powerful fire clusters, their strength was negligible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan couldn’t claim his level was higher than others’, but as a soldier, he was already formidable—he understood tactics and grasped system construction. His focus remained reconnaissance, but in assaults and breakthroughs, he was equally formidable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Currently, if placed in regular companies, these special forces soldiers had at least excellent marksmanship. Their physical fitness utterly outclassed regular soldiers; their strength was greater. In hand-to-hand combat, those unfamiliar with them were usually dead within two moves. In weapon combat, one strike meant life or death. Even those familiar with some techniques couldn’t withstand more than a few blows. Otherwise, why would Wang Yan have killed so many people and trained for so many years? Was it all for nothing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Additionally, wilderness survival, battlefield first aid, kidnapping, assassination—all were sufficiently mastered. Otherwise, Wang Yan wouldn’t have brought them here to fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This battle was extremely critical—it was the test of the past year’s comprehensive training. If this battle proved the special forces’ superiority and advancement, then the unit could earn its official designation and expand further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go. Follow them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After waiting a while, Wang Yan waved his hand to the rear. The nine soldiers waiting there followed him into the mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Six of them were squad leaders of the second team, accompanying Wang Yan into the mountains to provide support and protection. They must ensure no prisoners escaped and no deserters emerged. They carried medical kits, radios, and firepower no weaker than the front-line troops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan assigned seven men per squad: one sniper, one machine gunner, and five assault troops—each with different specialized skills: demolition, medical aid, communications, etc. Tactics varied widely—jungle warfare, mountain warfare, urban combat—each terrain demanded different tactics. Troops have no fixed formation, water has no constant shape—there is no one-size-fits-all method.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining three were officers from the Beijing Military Region, sent to observe the results—elite soldiers providing a third-party perspective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the forty soldiers vanish into the forest, soon swallowed by darkness, Wang Yan led his men through the mountain terrain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Laoshan. Their goal was to circle around to the southern side, penetrate deep into enemy territory, locate the enemy’s forward command post, and eliminate it. The next batch of forty would go to Zheyinshan, targeting the same objective: destroying the Vietnamese monkeys’ command center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Undoubtedly, this tested comprehensive capability—from stealth and assault to withdrawal, and along the way, mobility and survival. The requirements for results were extremely high. It wasn’t enough to gain advantage—they had to achieve it with minimal effort. Only then could the special forces’ strength be proven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the two-mountain rotation war was already crushing the Vietnamese monkeys. If the special forces didn’t demonstrate superiority over regular soldiers, it would be a waste of training and investment. The newly developed weapons didn’t matter—anyone could use them once developed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laoshan was a mountain blocking the Sino-Vietnamese border. Clearly, mountains were never isolated—they formed a vast, undulating range. The climate here was humid, vegetation lush, forests extensive, and crawling with countless insects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a rainy night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liang Yuanchao lay flat on the ground, watching the patrol guard just inches away. When the voice in his earpiece whispered “Act,” he waited until noise elsewhere distracted the guard. As the guard turned, Liang surged upward, one hand clamping over the man’s mouth, the other swiftly slashing his throat with a dagger, then gently lowering the body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The operation was synchronized. He had two Vietnamese monkeys to deal with, working alongside another soldier. Patrols elsewhere were similarly covered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had stalked for eight full days before locating this spot at the mountain’s base. All signs confirmed it was the Vietnamese command post. Liang Yuanchao and the other squad leaders discussed and finalized the plan—assigning responsibilities—then launched the operation immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had once been Little Liang, a communications soldier under Company Commander Wang. Now, through diligent training and relentless effort, he had triumphed in the Great Military Competition, defeating his comrades and becoming a squad leader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers killed swiftly: some slit throats with one hand, others stabbed rapidly while climbing onto their victims, denying them any chance to scream; some pinned enemies to the ground silently before stabbing to kill; others used two-man takedowns—one soldier approached from behind, lifting the enemy’s legs, the other catching them to prevent a sudden fall, simultaneously stabbing to death—all executed cleanly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enemy hasn’t noticed. Continue.” The voice in the earpiece rang out. Dark, rustling figures began advancing toward the tent area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They crouched low, holding rifles in one hand, using darkness and camouflage to conceal their forms. Snipers on distant high ground observed with superior visibility, providing targeting and precision fire support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Vietnamese monkeys’ vigilance was weak—perhaps because, after so long, no one had ever reached their command post. Unaware that the war’s scale was deliberately contained, with no frontline advancement, only border clashes. Perhaps they knew this, hence their complacency. Added to this, it was the late night—just past two a.m., the time of deepest fatigue—and it was raining. They were utterly unprepared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But operations never proceed perfectly. Someone would always be awake—or perhaps a few would sense the lurking danger and snap to alertness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, someone spotted the special forces soldiers who had entered the tent area and screamed in terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Vietnamese soldier who saw them should have been terrified: under the sudden flash of lightning, a strange force advancing with weapons and strange gear looked deeply horrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood at the tent entrance—perhaps he couldn’t sleep, missing home, wanting to breathe fresh air, or just to urinate. Either way, he saw the special forces soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that exact moment, Liang Yuanchao fired decisively. Under the rain’s cover and the suppressor’s muffling, the gunshot carried almost no distance—effectively silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the man still collapsed inward, startling others inside the tent—and thus exposed their operation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Vietnamese soldiers inside reacted quickly, grabbing rifles to rush out. But Liang and his men reacted faster—they had thermal imaging, clearly seeing inside each tent, and killed everyone within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, some Vietnamese soldiers broke out to counterattack. Though they inflicted no casualties, their gunfire was loud, jolting the entire silent command post. Quickly, Vietnamese soldiers ran out barefoot and shirtless, clutching rifles, firing wildly without even seeing where the enemy was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A regimental headquarters had two to three hundred men, over a hundred combat troops—the rest each carried a rifle. Such numbers clearly couldn’t be suppressed by forty men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But forty special forces soldiers—trained in specialized tactics, steady-handed and calm, firing in disciplined volleys, constructing a tight crossfire network with no blind spots—could certainly achieve it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were spaced far apart: machine gunners fired from behind, snipers picked off targets one shot at a time, assault troops advanced from multiple directions, firing rapid controlled bursts, steadily pushing forward. Reloading was precise—each soldier knew exactly how many rounds they’d fired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another critical point: it was raining, the night was pitch black, they were hidden in darkness, and their thermal imagers gave them crystal-clear vision. As for whether wearing gear affected shooting accuracy—so long as training was sufficient, no inconvenience existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, they split into six squads, advancing from six directions, providing crossfire cover—extremely efficient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Vietnamese, scrambling to respond, had their command system paralyzed from the start and never recovered. Because the soldiers’ hard training wasn’t wasted—they mastered the essence of speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness: simply pull the trigger, see one, kill one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battle lasted less than ten minutes—bodies littered the ground, blood flowed like a river.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers didn’t lower their guard. They spread out, holding rifles, closely monitoring every direction, meticulously searching the enemy regimental headquarters…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On a distant hillside, Wang Yan stood with his hands behind his back, watching the entire battle. He nodded in satisfaction and smiled at those beside him: “Not bad. Today we had the advantage. But they executed their tactics fully—mission accomplished. Let’s go down and take a look.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time Wang Yan arrived, the battle was over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Commander, all their officers are dead. Only one staff officer remains alive—he took a bullet to the abdomen, looks like he won’t make it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not our fault. We wanted to take prisoners, but they were all hiding in tents—who knew who was an officer? Anyone moving outside got shot. That’s why we killed them all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan nodded. “What about our casualties?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Two were hit by bullets. Already treated with antibiotics. Others were stopped by body armor—some complained of chest pain and discomfort, but nothing serious. Combat effectiveness unaffected.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan drew his pistol, chambered a round, and cleanly shot the staff officer in the forehead: “Give the living a release. Then resupply ammunition and food. Withdraw immediately.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some here didn’t know Wang Yan—they were from the second batch of special forces, recruited from the Beijing Military Region’s reconnaissance competition. Though they’d heard the first batch brag endlessly and had seen their monstrous strength, fitness, shooting, and hand-to-hand skills, now seeing him casually fire one shot, they still flinched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you all standing around for? Move! Afraid they’ll call in artillery? Learn from our combat heroes! Hurry up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan snapped impatiently, then smoothly ejected the spent casing, caught the bullet mid-air, and reloaded it into the magazine…\u003C\u002Fp>",2749,"2026-06-20T21:08:55.377Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9fbe6242094c976b418bb57780115fd448a0e766f83841f7e9dbe5e3f473d7db","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-946","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-944",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--cover.jpg"]