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

"Oh, this."

Chen Zheng straightened up and glanced indifferently at the shocked faces around him.

Don't make a fuss.

"She usually does weighted cross-country running or something, which is much more strenuous than this."

"Today's five kilometers were uneventful; I didn't have any weights, no wolves chasing me, and I even got to eat roast chicken."

"For her, it's like giving her a vacation."

……

afternoon.

The small arms shooting range was very quiet, unlike the noisy cross-country running area, where you could only hear the occasional target announcement.

For shooters, wind speed, humidity, and heart rate are all key factors affecting performance.

All the participants were lying prone at their shooting positions, adjusting their breathing, each one highly focused.

The atmosphere on Mulan's side was still unusual.

"DouDou, wake up, it's your turn."

An Ran nudged the person next to her, her expression somewhat helpless.

Shen Doudou was pushed into the shooting position.

She stood in front of the target, her body swaying in the wind, her head still nodding, holding a sniper rifle almost as tall as herself in her arms.

This scene silenced the entire audience.

"This...this person is here to compete too?"

"He can barely stand, what if he accidentally shoots the referee?"

Boos erupted from the stands.

Guo Huaiying's performance was amazing, and everyone had high expectations for this female soldier team.

And then a sleepy bug appeared?

The referee next to him was a dark-faced major, whose brows were furrowed.

Seeing that Shen Doudou looked like she might fall at any moment, he finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"Private! What are you doing?!"

The referee strode over and sternly reprimanded him.

"This is a grand military skills competition; this is the battlefield!"

"If you're not feeling well, withdraw from the competition immediately! Don't insult the sport of shooting here!"

The sound was very loud.

Shen Doudou was so frightened that she shuddered and opened her eyes groggily.

"Huh? Dinner's ready?"

The entire audience: "..."

Even An Ran felt her face burning and wanted to disappear into the ground.

So embarrassing.

The referee was so angry his hands were shaking, and he was about to pull out a red card to send the player off.

"Cough cough."

Two coughs were heard from behind the firing position.

Chen Zheng sat in a folding chair, still holding the thermos in his hand.

"Shen Doudou".

"After this round, I'll give you a computer when we get back, and you can play for two hours."

As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Doudou, who had been swaying, suddenly twitched her ears.

"real?"

She turned her head abruptly, and her previously dull and lifeless eyes instantly lit up.

"Really." Chen Zheng blew on the steam rising from the rim of his cup. "If I don't get first place, my phone will be confiscated, and I'll have to peel onions for the cooks."

"make a deal!"

Shen Doudou shouted loudly.

The next second, her demeanor was completely transformed, and she became extremely focused and excited.

She turned around and picked up the heavy sniper rifle with one hand.

There was no lying down or holding a gun.

They didn't even adjust their breathing or measure the wind speed.

He simply stood there, the butt of his rifle casually resting on his shoulder, and the muzzle of the gun instantly rose.

The referee was about to continue scolding her.

boom!

A shot rang out.

Then there were several more sounds.

Bang bang bang bang!

A series of rapid gunshots rang out, almost as one.

This is a bolt-action sniper rifle; it can't fire in bursts.

But in Shen Doudou's hands, pulling the bolt, loading the gun, and firing the weapon were all done with practiced ease.

She doesn't need to think at all.

Dynamic vision locking, triggered by muscle memory.

In her eyes, a target 400 meters away was almost the same as one on her face.

Ten bullets were fired in less than five seconds.

Click.

The sound of an empty trading account being logged in rang out.

Shen Doudou casually tossed the gun onto the table next to her, didn't even glance at the target, and turned to run towards Chen Zheng.

"Finished! Computer! Give me the computer!"

The entire room fell silent instantly.

Everyone, from the leaders in the audience to the contestants next to them, was stunned.

Is that... all there is to it?

"Nonsense! Absolutely nonsense!"

The referee was furious, his face turning pale. "If this kind of shooting can hit the target, I'll eat the target paper!"

He picked up the walkie-talkie and yelled at the target reporter, "Report the target!"

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the walkie-talkie, followed by a series of rapid breathing sounds.

"Tell me! How many shots missed?" the referee urged.

zizi...

After the electrical hum subsided, the trembling voice of the target reporter echoed throughout the field.

"Report...Report..."

"One...one nine-ring..."

Upon hearing that there was only one nine-ring, the referee sneered, about to say that all the others had indeed missed.

"The rest...all...all ten rings!"

The target reporter's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"Furthermore, the bullet holes from these nine ten-ring shots are extremely close together. The maximum dispersion diameter is less than one centimeter!"

Clang.

The referee dropped the walkie-talkie he was holding.

He stiffly turned his neck to look at the close-up of the target paper cut out on the big screen.

At the bullseye, a black hole a few centimeters in size peeks through.

A little off to the side, there is a single bullet hole; that's the nine-ring.

That was the first shot Shen Doudou fired to test her skills.

All the chatter in the stands fell silent.

Those in the know felt a chill run down their spines.

Even top special forces soldiers would find it difficult to achieve such results when aiming carefully.

This female soldier, who looked like she hadn't woken up yet, stood there firing rapidly, without even aiming properly.

What kind of monster is this?

Is this Mulan's strength?

"Computer! Instructor, you can't go back on your word!"

Behind the shooting position, Shen Doudou had already rushed to Chen Zheng, reaching out her hand for something.

Chen Zheng slowly put the thermos on and stood up.

"What's the rush?"

He gave Shen Doudou a sharp tap on the head to bring her back to her senses, and then said...

"Save it for now."

"The competition has only just begun; there are still several events to come."

"Once you guys win first place in all the events, I'll let you play all night long when we get back."

Shen Doudou's excited face instantly fell.

"Huh? More empty promises..."

"Don't want to play?" Chen Zheng asked with a smile.

"Let's play! Let's play all night!"

Shen Doudou gritted her teeth, determined to give it her all for the sake of playing games all night.

She turned around, picked up the gun, and walked back angrily, muttering, "Damn capitalists, exploiting labor..."

Looking at this scene.

In a high corner of the stands.

The sniper instructors, dressed in camouflage uniforms, looked at each other, all seeing shock in each other's eyes.

"This kind of talent... it's like God is feeding them to them."

Meanwhile, in the Tiger Company's rest area.

Zhao Lei's face turned pale as he stared intently at the figure muttering as it headed back to the rest area.

Click.

The half-empty bottle of mineral water he was holding was crushed by his hand.

Water splashed everywhere, wetting his trouser legs.

"Is this... the kind of soldier you trained...?"

Zhao Lei gritted his teeth and looked at the man who was leisurely drinking water.