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

"That's not enough?"

Chen Zheng landed steadily, without spilling a drop of water from his thermos.

"If this were a battlefield, your bodies would be cold by now."

"Guo Huaiying, is your strength meant for farming? You're so lax!"

"Meng Yi, your killing intent is so strong, are you afraid the enemy won't know where you are? Put it away!"

Chen Zheng's words made everyone's hearts sink.

Just then, a cry of pain came from the sidelines.

Ram clutched her wrist, her face pale. That kick had been quite forceful, dislocating her joint.

"Song Jia!" Chen Zheng called out.

"arrive!"

A fighting arena on the edge of the muddy ground.

Song Jia carried a large backpack filled with forty kilograms of stones.

She was gritting her teeth and doing squats, her forehead covered in sweat.

Upon hearing the shouts, she rushed into the arena without uttering a single word.

Approaching Lamu, Song Jia knelt down on one knee and reached out to grasp Lamu's wrist.

"Bear with it."

Click!

"Ouch!" Ram was in so much pain he looked like Tom.

"Okay, it's connected."

Song Jia remained expressionless, took out a bandage from her pocket, wrapped it up in two seconds, and casually slapped Lamu's buttocks.

"Get up quickly, stop pretending to be dead."

All of this was done in less than ten seconds.

Song Jia stood up, turned around and ran back to the sidelines to resume carrying the weights.

"Ninety-eight...ninety-nine..."

She kept counting as she did her squats.

This is the role Chen Zheng gave Song Jia – a fighting healer.

Not only must they be able to save lives, but they must also be able to carry wounded soldiers while running a marathon through a hail of bullets.

Seeing this, the three people in the mud pit gritted their teeth.

"I refuse to accept this!"

Guo Huaiying spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, her eyes becoming even more determined.

Through repeated defeats, she seemed to have grasped a little of the trick.

"Mengyi! Lamu! Again!"

Guo Huaiying roared and charged forward again.

This time, she didn't just charge around recklessly.

With each step, the mud beneath your feet explodes into a circular crater, a testament to the high concentration of force.

Chen Zheng raised an eyebrow slightly.

This is getting interesting.

Meng Yi didn't rush to make a move, but instead followed behind Guo Huaiying, looking for an opportunity.

Despite the excruciating pain in his wrist, Ram flanked from the other side.

Nearly.

Guo Huaiying rushed in front of Chen Zheng, but instead of throwing a punch, she suddenly lowered her shoulder and rammed into him.

Chen Zheng raised his hand to block.

Just then, Meng Yi moved.

Instead of attacking Chen Zheng's vital points, she used the wooden knife in her hand as a dart and threw it hard at Chen Zheng's right hand, which was holding a thermos.

This is a feint, and also a way to use myself to restrain him!

Chen Zheng had no choice but to flip his wrist to dodge the flying knife.

It was that momentary lapse in concentration.

"Open it!"

Guo Huaiying seized this rare opportunity.

Her spine jerked violently, her toes gripped the ground, and she exerted force from her waist and hips.

In that instant, it was as if a tiger's roar erupted from her frail body.

boom!

The punch landed squarely on Chen Zheng's raised forearm.

Chen Zheng's body swayed involuntarily.

The training boot, which hadn't gotten muddy, took a half step back.

He left a deep footprint on the ground.

The air seemed to fall silent for a second.

Chen Zheng looked at the footprint, then at Guo Huaiying, who was still in a punching stance and trembling all over.

He smiled.

"good."

Chen Zheng bent down and gently placed the thermos on a dry rock next to him.

This was the first time he had voluntarily put down his cup.

"Since you're so eager to die, I'll give you a dignified way to die."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Zheng disappeared.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The three voices rang out almost simultaneously.

Guo Huaiying, Meng Yi, and Lamu.

All three were lifted up by a tremendous force and sent flying backward, sliding five or six meters through the mud before coming to a stop.

This time, they really couldn't get up.

Total annihilation.

On the sidelines, Song Jia sighed and resignedly jogged over.

"Don't move, don't move, one at a time, finish yours and then hers."

She skillfully began to examine the injuries.

Although they were bruised and covered in mud, the three men lying in the mud pit all had silly grins on their faces.

"hey-hey……"

Guo Huaiying grinned, revealing a set of big white teeth.

"I forced the instructor to... put down his cup."

"That's because I threw that knife accurately," Meng Yi added coldly from the side, but a slight smile appeared on her lips.

Ram lay sprawled out, and even a smile aggravated his wound, causing him to gasp in pain: "It was worth it! I can brag about this for a year!"

Chen Zheng picked up the thermos again, looked at the disheveled girls, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Alright, stop grinning like an idiot."

"Song Jia, get them settled within ten minutes and take them back to the dorm to change clothes."

"yes!"

The group helped each other up and limped back.

Only one person remained still.

In a corner of the training field, under a sunshade where equipment is stored.

The keyboard was huddled in the shadows, holding a laptop.

She looked at her comrades in the distance, joking with each other and full of spirit despite their injuries, and then looked down at her own weak arm.

A strong sense of loneliness overwhelmed her instantly.

Here, she is an outsider.

They are bleeding and sweating, and they are getting stronger.

As for her, due to her congenital deficiencies and the fact that she was a special type of soldier and hadn't put in much effort to train, she was somewhat out of place among these monsters.

Suddenly, a shadow fell over her.

The keyboard instinctively hunched its neck and hugged the laptop tightly.

She looked up and met Chen Zheng's calm eyes.

"Have you seen enough?"

"I've seen enough," Keyboard stammered, trying to stand up, but his legs felt numb.

Chen Zheng didn't reach out to help her; he simply turned to the side, looked at the teammates supporting each other in the distance, and then looked back at the keyboard.

"If you've seen enough, go back and pack your bags."

Keyboard's face turned pale instantly: "Instructor, is it...?"

Chen Zheng remained silent, turning away and leaving her with only his back to him.

"The car is waiting for you at the door. We'll leave in ten minutes."

boom!

The keyboard made my head buzz.

"I'm not leaving!"

She stood up abruptly, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Instructor! I will do my best!"

"I can endure hardship! I'll improve my physical fitness! Don't send me away!"

Her cries attracted the attention of the team members in the distance.

The group, who were applying safflower oil to each other, froze for a moment, then their expressions changed. Ignoring their injuries, they limped over.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Ram rushed to the front, grabbed the keyboard that was almost unsteady on its feet, and glared at Chen Zheng: "Instructor, why are you bullying the keyboard?"

"It's not bullying."

Keyboard cried even harder, "The instructor told me to pack my bags, he's kicking me out..."

"What?!"

Guo Huaiying and Meng Yi rushed over as well, with Guo Huaiying immediately spreading her arms to protect the keyboard.

"No! I don't agree!"

"We're comrades who share the same pot of food; if we have to go, we'll go together!"