Chapter 1: The Soldier King Travels Back to the 1970s

Wang Ping stared blankly at the ceiling, which was covered with straw. His gaze shifted downward to the walls, which were severely cracked and leaning mud walls. The large cracks in the mud walls were wide enough to fit a person's fist, and a gentle breeze blew through the fissures, causing the light of the kerosene lamp to flicker. Under the dim light of the kerosene lamp, there were several spider webs in the corners of the room, with spiders motionless in the center of their webs. On the wall opposite Wang Ping, there hung an old red portrait of workers, farmers, and soldiers gazing up at Chairman Mao! Under the dim light of the kerosene lamp, there were several spider webs in the corners of the room, with spiders motionless in the center of their webs. On the wall opposite Wang Ping, there hung an old red portrait of workers, farmers, and soldiers gazing up at Chairman Mao! Above it was a phrase: "Learn from Daqing in industry, learn from Dazhai in agriculture"

Where is this? Wang Ping wanted to sit up, but immediately several rough, dark-skinned hands reached over to hold him down. Wang Ping raised his hand to push these hands away, only to suddenly realize that his clothing and hands were exactly the same as theirs. His clothes had large patches on the shoulders and chest, and his hands were also dark, with rough skin and calluses on the dark palms

Wang Ping felt a chill all over his body and heard unfamiliar whispers nearby. He opened his eyes to a hazy yellow light that made everything appear blurred and indistinct. Straining to turn his neck slightly, he felt a sharp pain at the back of his head, causing him to involuntarily grunt. As he moved, he realized he was lying on a hard wooden board.

This is the home of an ordinary small farmer, where a young man named Wang Ping in his previous life finds himself. This rural youth got into a dispute with others during the land distribution in the production team. He was struck on the back of the head by a shoulder pole wielded by a fellow team member, Li Bing, and fell unconscious to the ground. At that moment, the soul of the powerful Wang Ping crossed over into the body of this unfortunate young man, unexpectedly allowing him to be reborn.

The seventeen team leaders shouted in unison: "No problem!" The seventeen leaders exuded an aura akin to that of a thousand troops and ten thousand horses

Without electricity, without internet, without mobile phones, without television, without comrades in the military, and not a single tile on the roof, in such a situation, even someone as formidable and well-trained as Wang Ping, a special forces soldier, was left speechless! He could never have imagined that in the late 1970s, in a remote rural area, the farmers were so backward and impoverished, it was simply unimaginable!

The final competition of the 15th "Aierna Assault" International Scout Competition: the team armed cross-country race! In the preceding week of intense competition, individual events were held, comprising a total of nine categories. Captain Wang Ping of the Southwest Flying Eagle Special Forces Team from China swept all nine individual first places, becoming the biggest dark horse of this competition, causing a sensation in the global special forces community, and earning the title of the undisputed king of special forces. Before joining the military, Wang Ping was a talented young man with a doctoral degree from China Agricultural University. He was admitted to the university at the age of thirteen and began his doctoral studies at twenty-one, focusing on biological genetic science, green food nutrition, and safety. For him, surviving in the wild without supplies in the primeval forest felt like returning to a long-lost laboratory; he could instantly identify which roots and leaves were edible and which trees and vines were to be avoided.

On February 12, 2012, the 15th "Ailna Assault" International Scout Competition took place. Location: the pristine forests of eastern Estonia, one of the most challenging combat environments in the world

In 1979, a year after the Cultural Revolution had just ended, during the era when the rural land was being implemented with the household contract responsibility system nationwide, and at a time when the seeds of reform and opening up were just beginning to sprout, the following thirty years marked a period of significant development and strength for the Republic. The entire society was filled with opportunities and vitality

Lying on his back, Wang Ping saw several unfamiliar faces that were dark and thin. These individuals had dry hair and simple expressions, and not a single one of them wore clothes or pants without patches. They resembled the refugees he had seen in movies, leaving the 1980s special forces soldier Wang Ping momentarily stunned. However, from the gazes of these people, Wang Ping discerned only concern and worry, devoid of hostility

"Wang Ping, you are awake!" A stranger's voice, filled with surprise and a hint of tears, rushed towards him. A face suddenly appeared in front of Wang Ping; due to the backlight, he could only see a pair of bright, sparkling eyes. Following the sound of footsteps, several faces crowded above Wang Ping's face. A small oil lamp, covered in dust and resembling a bottle cap, was brought close to Wang Ping's face, causing him to squint slightly. The small oil lamp emitted an unpleasant odor, reminiscent of the smell of motorcycle gasoline, but Wang Ping's military experience told him that this lamp was definitely not fueled by gasoline. Later, Wang Ping learned that this was the unique smell of kerosene lamps used in the countryside.

"Don't move, Ping'er, just lie down," the woman said. Her face, a dusty yellow, was lined with wrinkles around the eyes and forehead. Her hair was very dry, exhibiting a malnourished light yellow hue, yet the kindness and concern in her gaze stirred something in Wang Ping's heart. Where is this? Who am I? Wang Ping furrowed his brow and thought, as various pieces of information flooded his mind: he had accidentally crossed over from the cliff of the 2012 Special Forces competition to a small courtyard in a rural village of a certain province in the Republic in 1979. Wang Ping furrowed his brow and thought, as various pieces of information flooded his mind: he had accidentally crossed over from the cliff of the 2012 Special Forces competition to a small courtyard in a rural village of a certain province in the Republic in 1979.

In his previous life, Wang Ping was a doctoral student at an agricultural university, balancing work and study. Despite the halo of being a genius doctoral candidate, he had no means to afford luxury cars or villas. As a result, he experienced two heartbreaks during college, both from beautiful girlfriends who discarded him as easily as one would wipe away a runny nose. Wang Ping was deeply hurt. At that time, it had become a trend at the university that college boyfriends were merely trial relationships for girls, while graduate students were already considered leftovers, and doctoral candidates had been collectively eliminated by the beauties. Like many doctoral candidates, Wang Ping was either dumped by his girlfriend or remained in a prolonged period of being single. In the university campus, attractive and outstanding girls were highly sought after, often whisked away on weekends by the private luxury cars of their bosses to enjoy life.

In the team competition, Wang Ping's squad is currently in second place, while the Israeli Desert Wild Boys Special Forces team is currently in first place, with a two-point gap between the two sides

Team competition, three days and four nights, traversing the primeval forest without any supplies or food, infiltrating enemy-occupied areas, and undertaking a long-distance march

The rules for this group armed cross-country competition are as follows: each warrior must carry a load of thirty kilograms, scale a vertical cliff with a height of three hundred meters, cross a fifty-meter-wide torrent, traverse a five-kilometer uninhabited jungle area, which includes a one-kilometer minefield, and then march rapidly for one hundred kilometers. Under conditions of complex terrain and extraordinary physical exertion, they must navigate through a three-kilometer enemy-occupied zone. This competition is a comprehensive test of the will, physical fitness, strength, tactics, and strategy of reconnaissance soldiers from various countries. It is also a confrontation that is entirely equivalent to actual combat, representing a practical assessment of comprehensive combat capabilities. Ultimately, the goal is to see who can reach the designated hilltop first and plant their national flag along with their team's flag.

Instructor, I request that our group of soldiers carry a load of forty kilograms, with each team member exceeding the others by ten kilograms. If we successfully reach the summit, could our team’s score be increased by three points

"Below, who still has questions?" The hell instructor Mars scanned the eighteen groups of special forces warriors before him with blue eyes like an eagle. Each group of warriors consisted of only five individuals, hailing from the eighteen most elite special forces units around the globe. Each group of warriors represented a different country.

Wang Ping's love life came to an end, leaving him in a poor mood. His own research on green super rice also declared failure. In a fit of anger, he enlisted in the army, determined to carve out a brilliant future and secure a position of authority, no longer to be looked down upon by the beautiful women of reality. In the army, he trained hard and quickly grew, being selected for the special forces. After several years of hard work, he became a tough soldier and one of the top soldiers among millions. Just as his future looked bright, he unexpectedly fell off a cliff during an international competition and found himself transported back to the 1970s, a time he had never experienced before.

"Who else has questions?" Mars shouted again in a stern voice

I have a question ! '' The captain of the Southwest Flying Eagles of Huaxia, Wang Ping, smiled shyly, which is his signature expression, referred to by special forces from other countries as a shyness as cruel as a beast ! His humble smile conceals his sharpness and fierceness !

"No!" Mars said sternly, "If you want to achieve the highest score, strive for first place. Let’s move forward with fervor, young men!"

Say!

Among these eighteen special forces teams are: the British SAS Special Air Service, ranked first in the world for five consecutive years; the second-ranked U.S. Delta Force; the third-ranked and well-deserved Russian Alpha Group; and the fourth-ranked British Royal Marine Commandos. The U.S. Navy SEALs, which dropped from third to fifth place after last year's competition, are ranked fifth. Sixth is the Israeli Sayeret Matkal, known for its outstanding hand-to-hand combat skills, leading the world for three consecutive years. This time, the Sayeret includes the top special warriors from Israel's "13th Naval Squadron," "Paratrooper Reconnaissance Company," and "General Staff Reconnaissance Unit." The southwest flying eagle of China ranked seventh globally in last year's major competition, while the eighth place has consistently been held by the stable German 9th Border Defense Force. The ninth place is occupied by the Indian Police Counter-Terrorism Assault Team, among others. These eighteen special teams represent the highest level of special warriors worldwide.

The special forces from eighteen countries participating in this armed cross-country event are all heroes who have transcended human limits. Under the watchful eye of the hellish instructor Mars, these iron men all display relaxed expressions