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

Ten days later, at the military region's main parade ground.

The gongs and drums were blaring, firecrackers were blaring, red flags were fluttering, and there were huge crowds.

This is the opening ceremony of the annual Southwest Military Region Grand Competition. All the elite companies have assembled, their formations are neat and orderly, and they exude a fierce aura.

"Tiger Company, roar!"

Zhao Lei led the way, and at his command, a hundred strong men behind him roared in unison, their voices sending shivers down everyone's spines.

This is the power of a three-time consecutive champion; just standing there makes people want to back down.

The other companies around them all turned to look, their eyes filled with apprehension.

However, at that moment, the appearance of another team broke the solemnity.

A sparsely populated line walked into the entrance.

Chen Zheng, who was leading the group, had his hands in his pockets, and he was still holding the stainless steel thermos in his hand.

Behind him, the members of the Mulan Special Forces lacked the spirit of other companies.

These female soldiers were all bulky, their training uniforms looked like they were stuffed with something, and they walked with a swaying gait.

The most outrageous one was in the middle of the line.

On the back of Guo Huaiying, the most robust man, there was actually a person lying on top of him.

Shen Doudou's head was tilted on her shoulder, and the snot bubbles on her nose rose and fell with her breathing, clearly indicating that she hadn't gotten up yet.

"puff……"

Someone couldn't hold back and a snicker rang out across the playground.

Then, laughter quickly spread.

"Is this the legendary Mulan?"

"Are they here to participate in the martial arts competition?"

"Sleeping with your back to someone? Are you treating the training ground like a daycare?"

The jeers rose and fell, and even the leaders on the podium couldn't help but frown.

Only An Jianjun remained calm, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The Tiger Company's formation stopped right next to Mulan.

Zhao Lei looked at Chen Zheng's lazy appearance and then at the female soldiers. Although he didn't take them seriously, he still hadn't forgotten the bet they made earlier.

"Everyone has it!"

"salute!"

Swish!

Although the hundred or so men of the Fierce Tiger Company were unwilling, military orders were absolute, and they all saluted Mulan in unison.

The scene was a bit strange.

A group of burly, menacing men salute a group of bulky female soldiers.

The ceremony is over.

Zhao Lei put down his hand, walked a few steps to Chen Zheng, and his gaze fell on the cup of goji berry water that was still steaming.

"Instructor Chen, you seem to be in high spirits."

Zhao Lei's face was full of mocking smiles. "You're still bringing your life-saving potion to a situation like this? Are you afraid your heart won't be able to take it if you lose too badly later?"

He glanced again at Shen Doudou, who was still sleeping.

"And these female soldiers."

"They're all so fat, did Mulan spend all her food money on meat?"

"If you can't play, your team is just here to make a show of things. You might get eliminated in the first round, and don't blame us for not giving you face then."

These words were spoken quite loudly, and people from several nearby companies looked over, whispering about the grudge between Mulan and the Fierce Tiger Company.

An Ran stood behind Chen Zheng, and upon hearing these words, her anger flared up instantly.

"Zhao Lei! Who are you calling fat!"

She took a step forward, about to lash out, when a hand suddenly pressed down on her shoulder.

"Don't rush."

Chen Zheng calmly turned to the side, pulled An Ran behind him, and whispered in her ear, "Alright, let's give him some face."

"They're about to lose, so let's let them get cocky before we even play, consider it a favor."

The two were standing very close.

Chen Zheng's hot breath hit An Ran's ear as he spoke, instantly freezing An Ran's angry expression.

The next second, her cheeks flushed red.

"You...do whatever you want..."

An Ran stammered and mumbled something before obediently retreating.

To onlookers, this scene looked like nothing more than flirting!

The male soldiers around him looked at him with even stranger expressions.

"Mulan Special Forces! Check-in!"

The referee's voice broke the awkward atmosphere.

Chen Zheng smiled, ignoring Zhao Lei's pale face, and led the team toward the check-in area.

In front of the check-in desk.

The referee, holding the roster, looked up at the group of female soldiers in front of him, whose uniforms were practically bursting out of their seats, and frowned.

"Are these the participants?"

The referee pointed to the weigh-in scale and said, "According to the regulations, a pre-competition weigh-in and equipment check are required, and wearing prohibited protective gear is not allowed."

"No need to weigh it."

Chen Zheng stood to the side and casually placed his thermos on the referee's table.

He glanced at the group of female soldiers behind him who were trembling from carrying heavy loads for a long time, and his eyes instantly turned sharp.

"Everyone has it."

"Remove your armor."

An Ran took a deep breath; she had finally waited for this moment.

She reached out first and unzipped her training uniform.

Splash!

He took off his jacket, revealing a specially made tactical vest underneath.

The vest looked ordinary, but as Anran unfastened the buckle, its heavy texture immediately became apparent.

"one!"

An Ran gave a low shout and released her hands.

boom!

A loud bang startled the nearest referee so much that he dropped his pen.

The vest slammed heavily onto the concrete floor, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Several white marks were actually left on the hard cement floor by the impact.

But it's not over yet.

An Ran bent down and untied the leg guards that were tied to her calves.

boom!boom!

Two more loud bangs.

Immediately afterwards, Guo Huaiying put Shen Doudou on the ground and began to work as well.

Jiang Nan, Meng Yi, Lamu...

Everyone moved in unison.

Bang bang bang!

The dull thuds of impact rang out one after another.

Each loud bang startled the onlookers.

The once noisy playground instantly fell silent.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the check-in area.

On the ground, there was a pile of black lead-plated vests and leg wraps, forming a small mountain.

The sheer volume of equipment had dented and riddled the concrete floor.

"How many kilograms is this?"

The referee swallowed hard and bent down to try to pick up the vest that An Ran had thrown down.

I tried to lift it, but I couldn't budge it.

He comes from a logistics background and is quite strong, but this vest weighs at least forty kilograms!

With the leg wraps added, each of these female soldiers was carrying a load of 60 kilograms.

And judging from their appearance, they wear these things all day long.

With the burden lifted.

The previously bulky female soldiers were gone.

Instead, a group of soldiers with upright postures and well-defined muscles appeared.

Without the restraint of the weight, the long-suppressed explosive power was released instantly.

Anran stretched her neck.

She turned around, her gaze landing precisely on Zhao Lei, who was staring in disbelief not far away.

At this moment, her eyes were sharp and her aura was imposing.

And all the voices that had been mocking them for being fat disappeared at that moment.

All that was left was the sound of gasps of shock.

Chen Zheng picked up the thermos again, unscrewed the lid, took a sip, and still had a gentle smile on his face, nodding at the referee.

"This is illegal protective gear, we don't want it."

"Can we begin the match now?"