22: Chapter 22: Crushing the Entire Army! First Place in Eight Subjects! The Finals Begin!

Night had fallen, but the dormitories at Purgatory Base were brightly lit.

The five members of War Eagle Squad sat around Su Han's bed, their eyes filled with a mixture of awe and curiosity.

Monkey diligently handed a cup of hot tea to Su Han, while Zhou Mo carefully wiped down Su Han's sniper rifle with a towel, his movements as gentle as if he were tending to a precious treasure.

"Su Han, the special driving and demolition categories tomorrow..." Zhou Mo hesitated, his fingers unconsciously tracing the serial number on the rifle barrel.

Su Han took the tea, his expression appearing exceptionally indifferent amidst the swirling steam: "Just average."

"Here we go again!" Monkey exaggeratedly clutched his chest, "When you said 'average' today, I should have known something was going to happen!"

Big Bear scratched his head, his honest face full of confusion: "But rifle disassembly, assembly, and shooting are real skills; you can't rely on talent alone for that stuff..."

"Shut up!" Zhou Mo and Monkey shouted in unison, startling Big Bear.

Footsteps echoed outside the dormitory. Lin Hu leaned against the door frame, holding two functional drinks: "I heard someone broke another record?"

Su Han took the drink, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly: "What, is the Marine Corps here to scout military intelligence?"

"Forget it." Lin Hu waved his hand, "I came to tell you that for tomorrow's rifle category, Divine Sword is sending out the 'Gunsmith' Zhang Chao."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Mo's expression changed drastically: "That freak who has swept the disassembly and shooting championship for three consecutive years?"

"That's right." Lin Hu looked at Su Han meaningfully, "His fastest record is 1 minute and 28 seconds for disassembly and assembly plus 30 rounds of precision shooting."

The dormitory suddenly fell silent.

Every Special Forces Soldier present knew exactly what this number meant—it was almost the limit of human capability.

Su Han unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip: "Oh."

"That's your reaction?" Lin Hu's eyes widened.

"What else?" Su Han chuckled, "Do you want me to kneel and thank you for the intel?"

Lin Hu was rendered speechless and turned to leave: "Fine! I'll see how you die tomorrow!"

...

Seven o'clock in the morning, the shooting range was already bustling.

Unlike yesterday, more technical Special Forces Soldiers had gathered on the sidelines today.

They chatted in twos and threes, their gazes occasionally glancing toward Su Han.

"Did you hear? 'Gunsmith' Zhang Chao practiced until three in the morning last night."

"It seems Divine Sword is determined to win back their pride in this category."

"No matter how good that Su Han is, he can't possibly beat Zhang Chao in his professional field, right?"

In the center of the field, the referees were setting up the competition equipment.

On twenty long tables, hundreds of firearm parts were piled up in a disorderly fashion, ranging from pistol slides to machine gun barrels, everything was there.

In the distance, 400 meters away, human-shaped targets were swaying left and right, driven by mechanical devices.

"Emphasizing the rules one last time!" the head referee announced loudly, "Find the correct rifle parts within two minutes to complete the assembly, then fire 30 live rounds. If the number of hits is the same, the one with the shorter time wins! Mutual interference is prohibited!"

In the observation room, the Captains of the various Special Forces units were already seated.

The large screen displayed real-time, multi-angle footage of the competition field.

"Old Wang, what was the best result for your Falcon Special Forces Brigade in this category in previous years?" the Captain of Wild Wolf asked deliberately.

Wang Yuanchao's expression wasn't very good: "Eighth place last year."

"However, this time, it's Su Han competing, not our contestant from last year."

"Hahaha!" The Captain of Snow Leopard laughed heartily, "Our 'Ghost' was third last year!"

The Captain of Divine Sword, Liu Bo, said proudly: "Zhang Chao's fastest record has yet to be broken by anyone."

"Forget it! Long Bao from your side competed earlier, and you guys were bragging, but in the end, wasn't he crushed by Su Han?"

The Captain of Divine Sword: ...

...

"Take your positions—"

Twenty contestants stood in front of the long tables with solemn expressions.

Zhang Chao deliberately chose the position farthest from Su Han; beneath his confident exterior lay uncontrollable nervousness and worry.

"Start!"

The starting gun fired, and Zhang Chao immediately entered the zone.

His hands rummaged through the pile of parts like butterflies flitting through flowers, and in less than five seconds, he locked onto the first key component.

"Too fast!" someone on the sidelines exclaimed, "Is this the strength of a 'Gunsmith'?"

However, an even louder exclamation suddenly erupted from the other side.

Everyone turned their heads to see that the pile of parts in front of Su Han had already been reduced by half—not because they were messed up, but because they had been precisely sorted and laid out!

"What is he doing? Sorting and organizing?" A member of the Marine Corps widened his eyes, "Isn't this a waste of time?"

But the next second, everyone shut their mouths.

Su Han's hands suddenly accelerated, and those sorted parts began to assemble automatically as if under a spell.

Barrel, bolt, recoil spring... every component fell precisely into its intended position.

"15 seconds!" the referee shouted in disbelief, "Falcon Special Forces Brigade's Su Han has completed assembly!"

The entire audience was in an uproar.

Zhang Chao's hand trembled, and the firing pin he had just found dropped back into the pile of parts.

Su Han ignored the commotion around him; he calmly loaded the live ammunition magazine and raised his gun to aim.

The human-shaped target 400 meters away was swaying in an irregular trajectory, and the anemometer showed a crosswind of level 4.

"Bang!"

The first bullet whistled out.

The subsequent shots were as precise as a machine.

Su Han's breathing was steady, and the rhythm of his finger pulling the trigger was terrifyingly stable.

Half a second per shot.

"28, 29, 30! Finished!" The timekeeper's voice was trembling, "Total time is exactly 30 seconds!"

The scene was deathly silent.

The other contestants hadn't even finished assembly, while Su Han had already fired all 30 rounds.

Zhang Chao's hands began to tremble uncontrollably; he forced himself to continue the competition, but his mind was filled with that incredible number—30 seconds!

This was nearly a minute faster than the record he held!

"Impossible!"

"Even if his assembly and shooting are fast, in the end, it depends on the number of hits!"

"As long as my hit count is higher than his, I can win!"

Zhang Chao quickly adjusted his state and began to aim and shoot.

Bang, bang, bang...

Immediately after, bursts of gunfire rang out at the scene.

When the last contestant finished shooting, everyone held their breath, waiting for the result they already knew.

"Falcon Special Forces Brigade's Su Han, 30 hits out of 30, time: 30 seconds!"

"Divine Sword's Zhang Chao, 30 hits out of 30, time: 1 minute 25 seconds!"

"Snow Leopard's Ghost, 29 hits, time: 1 minute 48 seconds!"

...

The results were announced, and thunderous applause erupted at the scene.

Zhang Chao walked up to Su Han and gave a direct salute: "Can you tell me your secret?"

Su Han gently wiped the newly assembled rifle: "No secret, I'm just familiar with them."

"Familiar?" Zhang Chao smiled bitterly, "I've studied firearms for ten years and have never seen this kind of speed."

In the observation room, Wang Yuanchao was flushed with excitement.

The other Captains looked at each other, and even the most critical Captain of Divine Sword had nothing to say.

"This kid..." the Captain of Wild Wolf muttered, "What is his background, anyway?"

"How can a first-year soldier be proficient in so many categories?"

"Unbelievable!"

At the scene.

"30 seconds..." Zhou Mo repeated this number, "This is simply against human ergonomics!"

Monkey suddenly fell to his knees with a thud: "Master! Please take me as your apprentice!"

Su Han didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Get up, stop messing around."

Big Bear scratched his head and asked honestly: "For the upcoming demolition and special driving categories, you wouldn't happen to be 'average' at those too, right?"

"Wait, we've seen special driving, it's indeed very strong, but what about demolition?"

Su Han smiled mysteriously: "You guess?"

"I can't take it anymore!" Monkey wailed and covered his ears, "Every time you say 'average', it ends up being a crushing victory!"

Zhou Mo suddenly said seriously: "Su Han, how much more strength are you hiding?"

Su Han: You guess?

...

The special driving field was dusty, with twelve military off-road vehicles lined up neatly.

Su Han stood in front of vehicle No. 3, his fingers gently stroking the steering wheel.

This modified Warrior off-road vehicle hid 400 horsepower of surging power under its hood, yet he touched it with a hint of tenderness.

"Su Han, have you driven this type of vehicle before?" Zhou Mo stood on the side, his tone lacking the skepticism of the past, replaced by a bit of sincere concern.

"I've driven something similar." Su Han didn't even look up, continuing to check the braking system.

Monkey leaned in, lowering his voice mysteriously: "I heard Divine Sword sent out the 'Car God' Zhao Wuji; that guy lapped the second-place finisher by a whole lap in the special driving category last year!"

Big Bear scratched his head honestly: "Su Han, should we maybe... in this category..."

"Maybe what?" Su Han finally looked up, a faint smile hanging on the corners of his mouth, "Give up?"

"No!" Big Bear waved his hands quickly, "I mean... know your limits! After all, this driving has risks, and we're still counting on you to support us during the final confrontation, hehehe..."

Zhou Mo and the others also looked at Su Han; clearly, they were all very afraid that Su Han would get hurt.

After all, with Su Han's addition this year, they, the Falcon Special Forces Brigade, might have a chance to enter the top three in history!

Su Han said: "Don't worry, it's just driving a car. If you can get hurt doing that, you might as well go home and raise pigs."

Everyone: "..."

In the observation room, the Captains of the various Special Forces units were already seated.

The large screen showed a panoramic view of the special driving field—this was a complex 5-kilometer race track, containing more than twenty high-difficulty obstacles like steep slopes, mud pits, and wading areas.

"Old Wang, what was the best result for your Falcon Special Forces Brigade in this category in previous years?" The Captain of Wild Wolf deliberately drew out his tone.

Wang Yuanchao snorted: "Seventh place last year."

He paused, then added, "But this year is different."

"What's different?" The Captain of Snow Leopard laughed, "Could it be that Su Han is also proficient in driving?"

The Captain of Divine Sword, Liu Bo, couldn't help but say: "Zhao Wuji's fastest record has yet to be broken by anyone. I really don't believe this Su Han can create another miracle!"

Long Zhan sat in the corner, smiling without a word.

Since witnessing Su Han's performance in multiple categories, he had learned to remain silent and wait for surprises.

"Take your positions—" The referee's whistle blew.

Su Han and Zhao Wuji were in the same group, and the roar of engines rose one after another.

"Start!"

The starting gun fired, and Zhao Wuji's off-road vehicle shot out like an arrow from a bow.

His start was perfect, with the RPM controlled in the optimal range and gear shifting timing accurate to the millisecond.

"As expected of the 'Car God'!" someone on the sidelines exclaimed.

However, an even louder exclamation erupted immediately—Su Han's vehicle was actually neck-and-neck with Zhao Wuji's!

The two vehicles sped along the track like two green flashes of lightning.

At the first curve, Zhao Wuji used his signature "drift turn," with the tires rubbing against the ground, emitting a harsh sound.

"Beautiful!" The members of Divine Sword cheered in unison.

But the cheers stopped abruptly—Su Han's way of taking the curve was even more baffling.

He didn't slow down; instead, he slammed on the accelerator at the moment of entering the curve, using the vehicle's center of gravity shift to complete an almost impossible "drift entry."

"This... how much precise throttle control does this require?" A member of the Marine Corps widened his eyes.

Even more shocking was that Su Han's speed after exiting the curve was nearly 10 km/h faster than Zhao Wuji's!

"Hell!" Zhao Wuji saw vehicle No. 3 gradually closing in through the rearview mirror, cold sweat seeping from his forehead.

He gritted his teeth and floored the accelerator, but Su Han's vehicle was already parallel to his.

The two vehicles rushed up the steep slope side-by-side, and amidst the dust, Su Han suddenly made a breathtaking move—

He jerked the steering wheel, letting the right wheels press against the ridge on the edge of the ramp, and completed the overtake with the entire vehicle tilted at a nearly 45-degree angle!

"Oh my god! He's going to flip!" someone screamed.

But Su Han's vehicle landed steadily, leaving Zhao Wuji behind.

The rest of the race turned into a one-sided performance.

At every obstacle, Su Han displayed jaw-dropping skills:

In the mud pit area, he used continuous light braking and micro-adjustments of the steering wheel to make the vehicle snake forward, without getting stuck in the mire at all;

In the water wading area, he precisely calculated the entry angle, and the resulting splash formed a perfect arc;

In the "S" curve, he even performed a "pendulum" turn, with the car body swaying left and right like a dance.

When Su Han crossed the finish line, the timer on the big screen froze at 6 minutes and 28 seconds—

A full 1 minute and 12 seconds faster than the original record held by Zhao Wuji!

"A new all-army record!" The referee's voice trembled with shock.

In the observation room, Wang Yuanchao was so excited his face turned bright red.

The other Captains looked at each other.

The Captain of Divine Sword looked extremely grim at this moment.

Every time he thought Divine Sword couldn't possibly lose, he was slapped in the face hard!

Is this Su Han specifically designed to counter their Divine Sword??

...

Two o'clock in the afternoon, demolition training ground.

Twenty contestants stood outside the safety line, facing various explosives and bomb disposal tools.

The rules for this subject were very simple—complete three high-difficulty demolition tasks in the shortest time:

Directional demolition of a concrete wall, requiring damage only to a specified area;

Disarming a complex IED device;

Making a time bomb to precisely destroy a target 50 meters away.

"I heard that Wild Wolf's 'demolition expert' Li Lei has taken first place for three consecutive years." Monkey whispered.

Zhou Mo nodded: "His father is a demolition engineer in the military industry system; it runs in the family."

Big Bear looked at Su Han worriedly: "This subject is too professional, maybe we should..."

"Maybe what?" Su Han gave him a look that was half-smile, half-serious.

Big Bear quickly waved his hand: "Nothing! You'll definitely be fine!"

Damn it, every time they doubted him, they got slapped in the face by Su Han!

During the special driving, they were worried Su Han would get hurt.

Who knew, his vehicle didn't even have a single scratch, and he drove to the finish line, breaking the all-army record!

Following the referee's command, the competition began.

Li Lei's movements were swift and precise; he quickly calculated the explosive equivalent and skillfully crafted the demolition device.

The other contestants were not to be outdone, and the field was a scene of busyness.

But Su Han stood still, only scanning the equipment in front of him with his eyes.

"Why isn't he starting yet?" someone on the sidelines asked, puzzled.

"Could it be that he doesn't know how?" a Wild Wolf team member said excitedly: "In that case, can our Wild Wolf take first place in this subject again?"

But the next second, everyone shut their mouths—Su Han suddenly moved.

His hands seemed to have a mind of their own, beginning to operate at a dazzling speed:

When making the demolition device, he didn't use measuring tools at all, grabbing the precise dosage by hand;

When disarming the IED, his movements were so fast they almost left afterimages, and various tools seemed to come alive in his hands;

When setting the timer, he didn't even look at the watch, setting the millisecond-precise detonation time entirely by feel.

"Done!" Su Han raised his hand to signal.

The referee froze in place: "Wh... what? It's only been 2 minutes and 18 seconds!"

Li Lei's hand shook, and the wire he had just connected fell to the ground.

He looked up in the direction of Su Han, his eyes full of disbelief.

When all contestants finished the competition, the judging panel announced the results:

"Falcon Su Han, all three tasks completed perfectly, time taken: 2 minutes and 18 seconds!"

"Wild Wolf Li Lei, three tasks completed, time taken: 4 minutes and 05 seconds!"

"Snow Leopard Wang Gang, two tasks completed, time taken: 5 minutes and 12 seconds!"

...

Li Lei walked up to Su Han, his voice trembling slightly: "How did you do it? Those dosages... it's impossible to get them right just by feel..."

Su Han smiled: "Practice makes perfect."

In the observation room, Wang Yuanchao was too excited to speak.

The looks from the other Captains had turned from initial mockery into naked envy.

"Old Wang..." the Captain of Wild Wolf said with difficulty, "This soldier... give him to us..."

"Dream on!" Wang Yuanchao finally found his voice, "Su Han is the treasure of our Falcon!"

"But he's clearly only using your quota..." the Captain of Snow Leopard added weakly.

Wang Yuanchao was momentarily speechless, then became angry out of embarrassment: "That's still because we discovered him first!"

The subsequent two demolition subjects were not difficult for Su Han either.

After the demolition, it was the combat finals.

Having even defeated Long Bao, the remaining combatants naturally posed no pressure.

Thus, after two days of competition, Su Han had taken first place in all eight subjects he participated in!

Except for combat, he had broken the all-army record in the other seven subjects!

But...

At this moment, Wang Yuanchao still couldn't quite bring himself to be happy.

Although Su Han had taken eight first places and Falcon was first in points, they were only 8 points ahead of the second-place Divine Sword!

Although Divine Sword didn't have as many first places as Falcon, they had more second and third places.

And the other members of Falcon had only taken one first, two seconds, and two thirds.

8 points—not a lot, but not a little either.

In the final confrontation, with Divine Sword's overall strength, they could definitely catch up quickly!

In the conference room of Purgatory Base, the lights made Wang Yuanchao's livid face look exceptionally gloomy.

All the participating members of the Falcon Special Forces Brigade sat upright, not daring to breathe loudly.

The scoreboard on the projector was like slaps to the face, hitting everyone hard.

"Eight first places! Seven broken records!" Wang Yuanchao slammed the table, making the teacup jump three inches high, "But our total points are only 8 ahead of Divine Sword! Do you know what this means?"

Zhou Mo's Adam's apple bobbed: "It means... they can easily overtake us in the final confrontation."

"Exactly!" Wang Yuanchao poked at the projector screen, "That bunch of wolf pups from Divine Sword are always ruthless in confrontations; last year they raked in 45 points in this stage alone!"

The conference room was silent.

Big Bear unconsciously touched an old injury on his ribs—last year, he had two ribs broken by people from Divine Sword.

Wang Yuanchao's gaze swept over everyone, and when it finally stopped on Su Han, his tone suddenly softened: "Comrade Su Han, eight first places... you have created Falcon history."

Su Han sat calmly.

"But!" Wang Yuanchao changed the subject, "Tomorrow's confrontation is our Falcon's weakness and Divine Sword's strength. The rule is 1 point for every person 'killed', and there are extra points for the champion, runner-up, and third place at the end."

"Although the contestants will be scattered at the beginning, you must find opportunities to regroup!"

"If I'm not mistaken, Divine Sword will definitely avoid Su Han and try their best to take out the rest of you first."

"This way, apart from the points Su Han can earn for Falcon, the rest of you won't have any points."

"But relying on Su Han alone, it will be very difficult for our final score to exceed Divine Sword's!"

"Only if you regroup can you earn a few more points, making things a bit easier for Su Han!"

Zhou Mo and the others nodded heavily, fully approving of this tactical plan.

Wang Yuanchao looked at Su Han, "Su Han, this is your first year as a soldier, I don't know how you learned these special operations skills. But this confrontation might be your first, and you lack experience. This confrontation is different from individual subject competitions; do you have any thoughts?"

"Thoughts?"

Su Han was slightly stunned, then shook his head: "I don't have any thoughts."

"If I have any, it's just one word—Fight!"

Everyone: "..."

Wang Yuanchao: "..."

Su Han looked at Zhou Mo and the others: "You don't need to go out of your way to find me; just regroup yourselves. I'm a person who likes to fight alone."

"Don't worry, I will definitely survive until the end!"

Wang Yuanchao looked deeply at Su Han and nodded heavily: "Good! I believe in you!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward and firmly grasped Su Han's hand: "The honor of Falcon depends on you!"

...

At the same moment, the Divine Sword dormitory was brightly lit.

The Captain of Divine Sword, Liu Bo, said in a deep voice: "We must avoid running into Su Han in the early stages as much as possible."

"First, hunt down the other members of Falcon so they can't earn points for Falcon!"

"Remember, once you encounter Su Han, run away first! You have all seen his strength; you must never confront him alone!"

"First find an opportunity to take out the others from Falcon, then regroup and find a way to take out Su Han!"

"Only in this way can we have a chance to beat Falcon in points! And win the championship!"

Long Bao banged on the tactical board: "It's only an 8-point gap! Tomorrow I want the people from Falcon to be carried out one by one!"

The team members were murderous.

Zhang Chao pushed up his glasses: "Wait until the end, and leave Su Han to me. I can predict his sniping points."

"No." Long Bao sneered, "Su Han is mine. You guys are responsible for taking out the others."

"I don't believe he's that good in battlefield confrontation!"

Liu Bo said solemnly: "Remember—the championship must belong to Divine Sword. We must not lose!"

"Yes!"

...

One day later, 5:30 in the morning.

All participating members gathered on the large square outside.

And behind them were a dozen armed helicopters!

The referee said loudly: "Now, let me explain the rules of the confrontation!"

"There are a total of twelve areas, and each team can only have one person in each area."

"All units will be scattered. We will draw lots in a moment to decide which area and which position you will be in."

"There are twelve armed helicopters behind. After you come here to draw lots, give the drawn slip to the referee, and the referee will take you directly to the helicopter and send you to the competition field!"

The referee said, taking out a smart electronic watch, "Every contestant will carry a positioning watch."

"The confrontation lasts three days. Every day at midnight, the map will be randomly refreshed. Each time it refreshes, the map diameter will be greatly shortened! The requirement is that after the map refreshes, all contestants must arrive within the designated confrontation area within two hours! If you exceed the time, you will be directly eliminated!"

"Before entering, no one is allowed to carry any weapons or equipment."

"After entering the competition field, armed helicopters will drop equipment for you. There are twelve areas, and 8 equipment packs will be dropped in each area. Once the equipment lands, it will emit red smoke!"

Pausing, the referee smiled: "You have all played military games, so you must know what it's about, so I won't say more."

"Whether you can successfully get the equipment depends on your luck!"

"Are you all ready?"

"Always ready!" 84 Special Forces Soldiers answered loudly.

"Good!"

"Now, start drawing lots!"