I put you in charge of those rebellious female soldiers, how come they all became top special forces

As it grew late, Chen Zheng led Jiang Nan through the cafeteria gate.

Jiang Nan had changed back into her training uniform, and she carefully folded the white dress stained with soy milk and put it away in the closet.

"Instructor! Over here!"

In the corner, Ram waved a chicken leg and called out loudly.

Chen Zheng carried the tray over.

The atmosphere at this table is a bit strange.

Anran sat on the outermost side, poking at the braised pork in the plate with her chopsticks.

Seeing Chen Zheng and Jiang Nan walk over one after the other, An Ran snorted and turned her head to the side.

"Hey, isn't this our runaway duo back?"

With her mouth full of food, Ram mumbled a sarcastic remark, "How was it? Did the mission go smoothly?"

Jiang Nan blushed, glanced at Chen Zheng subconsciously, and then lowered her head and whispered, "It went...it went quite smoothly."

Even food can't shut you up.

Chen Zheng shoved a steamed bun into Ram's hand with a disgruntled expression and sat down opposite An Ran.

He glanced at the pile of mashed braised pork on An Ran's plate and raised an eyebrow: "This pig never imagined that he would face another calamity after death."

"You're the one..." An Ran turned her head sharply, about to retort, but met Chen Zheng's ambiguous smile. She swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue and finally just took a bite of the vegetables in resentment. "Some people not only go on dates at public expense, but also make fun of the trainees when they come back. What a great instructor."

Chen Zheng smiled but didn't reply.

But the harmonious atmosphere was quickly broken by unpleasant noises from the surroundings.

Because it was a public canteen, soldiers from various companies were gathered there at that moment.

Yesterday, news of Chen Zheng beating up Zhao Lei spread, which many people found quite impressive.

But in the eyes of many male soldiers at the grassroots level, that was just Chen Zheng's personal skill.

As for this Mulan female special forces team, it is still a pretty face team that relies on a captain with connections and a perverted instructor to keep things in order.

"Hey, see that? That's Mulan's people."

At the next table, several male soldiers in vests were picking their teeth while looking over in their direction without any regard for the situation.

One of the shorter male soldiers spoke very loudly, clearly intentionally speaking so that this side could hear him:

"Tsk tsk, it's true that different people have different fates. Our brothers in the company rolled in the mud all day, while others got to go shopping with the instructor all day and came back to eat braised pork."

"Of course," another tall, thin man chimed in. "They're female soldiers, their specialties are different. We train to kill the enemy, they train to..."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

A burst of laughter erupted from the surrounding tables.

Someone even added in a sarcastic tone, "If you ask me, Company Commander Zhao lost unfairly."

"Compared to a team like this, my soul is already stolen before the fight even starts; how can I possibly concentrate on fighting?"

"Exactly, if we were on the battlefield, were you planning to use your beauty to bewitch the enemy?"

These words were increasingly harsh.

Jiang Nan's hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly, and she subconsciously shrank her neck.

Snapped!

An Ran slammed her chopsticks on the stainless steel table and then stood up abruptly.

"I'll see who barks again!"

Her shout silenced the surrounding laughter for a moment.

But soon, the group of male soldiers exchanged glances, their faces revealing an even more disdainful expression.

The short male soldier slowly stood up, put his feet on the stool, and said with a roguish air, "Oh, Captain An is angry?"

"What, did I say something wrong? Your so-called gun-fu is just for show. Without Instructor Chen, you're nothing!"

"you!"

An Ran was trembling with anger and rolled up her sleeves, ready to rush over.

Ram also threw down her chicken leg, grabbed her plate, and was about to follow.

Just as a brawl was about to erupt in the cafeteria, a hand landed on An Ran's shoulder.

"sit down."

As soon as Chen Zheng spoke, An Ran's anger, which had been rising within her, was suppressed.

"Instructor! They..." An Ran said through gritted teeth.

"Don't get angry while eating, it's easy to get indigestion."

Chen Zheng slowly stood up, took a sip of goji berry water, then turned around and walked towards the table of male soldiers.

The male soldiers, who were still making a fuss, stopped laughing when they saw the man with the second-class commendation medal walking over.

A person's name, a tree's shadow.

The scene of Chen Zheng beating Zhao Lei like a child just two days ago is still fresh in everyone's mind; no one dares to be disrespectful in front of this living devil.

As Chen Zheng approached, the short male soldier quietly lowered his feet from the stool and involuntarily straightened up.

Chen Zheng stopped in front of him and looked him up and down.

Which company?

The short male soldier swallowed hard, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Report...Report!"

He instinctively stood up straight and answered loudly:

"White Tiger Regiment, 3rd Battalion, 7th Company! Sergeant Wang Gang!"

"White Tiger Regiment, 3rd Battalion, 7th Company, good!"

Chen Zheng nodded, then turned to the tall, thin man: "And you?"

The tall, thin man shuddered slightly but also stood up: "Iron Fist Regiment, Armored Infantry Company!"

Chen Zheng did not speak again.

He turned around and looked at the group of female soldiers behind him who were holding their breath.

"Did you all hear me clearly?"

"Take out a notebook and write it down."

"The 7th Company of the 3rd Battalion of the Fierce Tiger Regiment, and the Armored Infantry Company of the Iron Fist Regiment."

An Ran was stunned, and so was Ram.

Why write it down?

Chen Zheng's lips curled into a cold smile.

"The military region's grand skills competition is coming soon."

"When you encounter these companies, don't hold back, and don't talk about friendship first."

"Smash them to pieces."

Everyone present fell silent.

Smash it.

This is outrageous! This is declaring war on several companies at the same time!

Wang Gang's face darkened instantly. He wanted to retort, but under Chen Zheng's gaze, he couldn't even open his mouth.

The female soldiers on Mulan's side were stunned at first, and then their blood boiled with excitement.

An Ran looked at the back of the figure blocking their way, and all her previous grievances and anger vanished, leaving only an indescribable excitement in her heart.

These are their instructors.

This is the kind of response Mulan should have given!

"yes!"

An Ran suddenly stood up and responded loudly.

"Yes! Got it! Smash them!" Ram shouted back.

Meng Yi silently touched the hilt of the knife at her waist, her cold gaze sweeping over the necks of the male soldiers.

An uproar erupted in the cafeteria.

Everyone stared in shock at the arrogant man, then at the group of murderous female soldiers.

Chen Zheng seemed oblivious to the reactions of those around him.

He turned around and went back to his seat.

The surrounding noise seemed to be shut out. He glanced at his teammates, whose faces were flushed with excitement, and the sneer on his face disappeared, returning him to his lazy demeanor.

"What's the rush? Do you think you can beat someone up with just words?"

The female soldiers' cheers were stuck in their throats.

Chen Zheng picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of meat, put it in his mouth, and said:

"Starting tomorrow, the training volume will be doubled."

"Since I've made such a bold promise, if you can't deliver, then I'll be the one who loses face."

As he said this, he raised his head and his gaze swept over every face.

There was no hint of jest in his eyes, only a calm one.

"so."

Chen Zheng pointed to the plates in front of them.

"Eat as much as you can now."