Extra Story - Ji Lu Wushuang - The Birth of the Soldier King

Half a year later.

The Red vs. Blue confrontation exercise.

This was the highest-level assessment for the training squad.

Thirty trainees formed the Blue team.

Their opponent, the Red team, was a fully staffed mechanized infantry regiment.

The Blue team’s mission was to infiltrate the Red team’s defense zone within three days.

And destroy their command post.

A battle that was nearly impossible to win.

Thirty against three thousand.

Outnumbered and outgunned.

The exercise began.

The Blue team was split up and surrounded.

One by one, they were “eliminated.”

By the second night,

fewer than ten Blue team members remained.

They had been compressed into a narrow mountain valley.

Colonel Gao Feng, the Blue team commander,

wore a grim expression.

“We’ve lost.”

The adjutant said.

“Our position has been compromised. In about six hours, the Red team’s heavy firepower will cover this area.”

Silence fell over everyone.

Defeat was the only possible outcome.

“There’s still one chance.”

A voice broke the silence.

It was Ji Wushuang.

She stood before the map.

Her finger pointed to an inconspicuous spot.

“Here.”

That was an area marked as the “Death Swamp.”

The map showed it was shrouded year-round in poisonous miasma—impassable.

“You want to circle behind the Red team’s command post through there?”

Gao Feng looked at her.

“That’s suicide.”

“Report,”

Ji Wushuang said.

“I’ve studied the hydrological data. It’s currently the dry season, so water levels in the swamp are at their lowest.”

“Besides, according to the weather forecast, there will be a thunderstorm at midnight.”

“The rain will mask my movements. The thunder will cover my sounds.”

“The most dangerous place is the safest place. The Red team would never expect anyone to come through here.”

Gao Feng looked at her.

At her calm face, yet eyes burning with fire.

He was silent for a long moment.

“What do you need?”

he asked.

“A dagger, a pistol, a tactical backpack.”

“And the remaining Blue team members will feint westward to draw the Red team’s main forces away.”

Gao Feng nodded.

“Go.”

“If you succeed, you’ll be the hero of this exercise.”

“If you fail…”

Gao Feng left the threat unspoken.

Ji Wushuang saluted sharply and then disappeared into the night.

No one believed in her chances.

This was a path leading to certain death.

Midnight.

The storm arrived as promised.

Heavy raindrops pounded the swamp with a sharp “crackling” sound.

Lightning tore through the night sky, briefly illuminating Ji Wushuang’s struggling figure wading through the muddy water.

Her body was smeared with mud,

like a demon clawing its way out of hell.

She was fighting not just the enemy,

but also the venomous snakes, poisonous insects, and lethal traps lurking in the swamp.

She moved slowly.

Her body instinctively balancing endurance against the storm’s intensity.

Her intuition skillfully avoided every trap.

Her dagger was always ready to sever any snake that came too close.

Four hours later,

she emerged from the swamp.

She appeared behind the Red team’s command post.

Like a true ghost.

Inside the Red command post, corridors crisscrossed and guards patrolled in layers.

Relying on her astonishing memory and sense of direction, she evaded one surveillance camera and patrol after another.

Finally, she found the command center.

Through the bulletproof glass, she saw the commander of the Red Team.

An old general with graying hair but sharp and vigorous.

Inside the command center, the atmosphere was jubilant.

They had just "completely annihilated" the main force of the Blue Team.

The commander was celebrating victory with his staff.

She didn’t rush in.

Instead, she moved toward the ventilation duct beside the command center.

From her tactical backpack, she took out a small bottle.

Inside was a specially-made, high-concentration tear gas.

She connected it to the vent.

Then, she opened the valve.

Three seconds later—

Alarms blared inside the command center.

Thick smoke spread.

People inside coughed and shouted, beginning an orderly evacuation.

The Red Team commander was escorted by guards through the emergency exit.

And Ji Wushuang was waiting for him at the end of the corridor.

Before the guards could react,

Ji Wushuang knocked them to the ground with three punches and two kicks.

Her dagger pressed coldly against the old general’s neck.

“General, you are captured,” she said.

The old general looked at this suddenly appearing, dirt-smudged female soldier.

At first, he was stunned.

Then, he smiled bitterly.

“I’ve led troops for thirty years. Today, I’ve truly seen something new.”

“What’s your name?”

“Reporting to the commander: Ji Wushuang.”

The exercise was over.

The Blue Team had won.

In the director’s room, all the generals stood up.

They stared at the screen, witnessing this unbelievable scene.

Silence filled the room.

Ji Wushuang became famous overnight.

The title “King of Soldiers” was linked to her name for the first time.

After the exercise, Ji Wushuang officially became a member of the Special Operations Unit.

Her codename: “Ghost.”

She began carrying out real missions.

No longer drills.

From now on, every mission could be a test of life and death.

Her first mission:

To the southwest border, a lawless no-man’s land.

Cooperating with local police to destroy a cross-border drug trafficking gang’s stronghold.

The target was hidden deep in a secluded mountain valley.

Easy to defend, hard to attack.

Ji Wushuang and three other team members formed an infiltration squad.

Their task was to sneak in ahead of time to gather intelligence on the stronghold’s firepower deployment and personnel.

To provide information for the main assault.

Disguised as local herb gatherers,

They moved stealthily through the jungle for two days and two nights.

Finally, they approached the entrance to the valley.

The valley entrance was guarded by sentries in plain sight and hidden lookouts,

And a patrol team with wolfhounds on leashes.

They concealed themselves in tall grass about five hundred meters from the entrance,

Observing through high-powered binoculars.

“Two sentry towers at the entrance, four guards armed.”

“Two patrol teams, four men each, with two dogs.”

“The positions of the hidden sentries are unknown.”

The team communicated quietly via throat microphones.

Ji Wushuang said nothing.

She simply watched.

Her gaze swept over every corner of the valley.

She was searching for weaknesses in the defense.

“There.”

Suddenly, she spoke.

Her finger pointed to a steep cliff on the side of the valley.

“The vegetation there shows signs of being trampled.”

“It’s likely a secret route they use to transport supplies.”

"At night, we can enter from there."

The captain accepted her suggestion.

Night fell.

The jungle was pitch black, so dark that you couldn’t see your own hand in front of your face.

Ji Wushuang and the team began to climb the cliff.

The cliff was nearly vertical—almost a ninety-degree angle.

One wrong move could mean certain death.

Ji Wushuang led the way.

She moved like a gecko, clinging steadily to the rock face.

Searching for safe footholds for the team behind her.

They successfully made it into the valley.