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

"Since you're in such good spirits, let's not waste this precious morning."

"Everyone, carrying 30 kilograms of weight, will run 10 kilometers."

"You have 45 minutes to digest your breakfast."

Upon hearing this, the female soldiers, who had been full of energy, instantly lost their composure.

"Huh? Running?"

"Instructor, this is a 10-kilometer run right off the bat! My breakfast is about to be thrown up from all the jostling!"

Faced with their complaints, Chen Zheng simply raised an eyebrow: "What? You think it's not enough? Then add another five kilometers?"

"Run! Run now!"

The female soldiers dared not say another word. With bitter faces, they shouldered their tactical backpacks, which had been prepared in advance, and rushed out of the training field under An Ran's leadership.

Chen Zheng watched their departing figures, found a comfortable step to sit down, crossed his legs, and rubbed his hands together expectantly.

He wanted to try it out, as the system had mentioned yesterday, that the training results for female soldiers would be a hundred times better.

If nothing unexpected happens, once the female soldiers begin training, the resulting physical benefits will be multiplied a hundredfold.

If ten people run ten kilometers, it's equivalent to you running a thousand kilometers!

Even a pig could become Marshal Tianpeng if he kept practicing like this.

however.

Five minutes passed.

Ten minutes have passed.

Chen Zheng changed his posture, took a couple more sips of water, and even idly plucked two blades of grass to weave grasshoppers in his hands.

The body remained quiet.

There was no surge of heat, no tingling sensation of muscle strengthening, and not even a fart was released.

"What's wrong?" Chen Zheng frowned. "The system crashed?"

far away.

The female soldiers running presented a different picture.

I originally thought that with this 30 kilograms of weight on my body, plus yesterday's fatigue, today would definitely be a tough battle.

After running two kilometers, Anran was surprised to find that her backpack was incredibly light.

My legs didn't feel sore at all; instead, they were filled with explosive power, and every step I took felt like I could fly.

"Holy crap?" Ram exclaimed as she ran behind, "Sis! I feel like I could run all the way to Lhasa in one go! My legs are completely out of control, they just want to go faster!"

"Yeah! My breathing isn't messed up at all, is this really me?" The female soldier with headphones even had the leisure to hum a song, "This is the feeling of Boiling Sheep~"

Anran adjusted her breathing and glanced back.

Everyone's pace was much faster than usual, and they all looked very relaxed.

"It's him."

An Ran pictured Chen Zheng's lazy face in her mind.

Did that embarrassing massage yesterday really have such a magical effect?

Thinking of this, she felt a surge of heat rising in her lower abdomen, and the area where she had been massaged last night began to feel faintly hot again.

"He does have some skill after all..."

An Ran bit her lip, and her pace quickened involuntarily.

……

Training field side.

Chen Zheng finally couldn't sit still any longer.

Is that correct?

These girls have almost disappeared in a blur, how come I haven't made a sound at all?

He brought up the system panel again and asked the system for a manual.

[Note: The 100x return is based on the host's effective teaching of the trainees. Simple physical exertion and skill training not taught by the host will not trigger the return mechanism.]

The system is dedicated to cultivating all-around instructors and rejects any form of unearned reward.

"Depend on!"

Chen Zheng couldn't help but swear and slammed the grasshopper in his hand to the ground.

The system's logic, while annoyingly rigorous, has effectively blocked any path to exploiting bugs.

The benefits can only be returned if they are taught new skills or their movements are corrected.

Running is something that really doesn't need to be taught; anyone with long legs can do it.

"Stop! Everyone stop!"

Having figured things out, Chen Zheng grabbed the megaphone and shouted into the distance.

The female soldiers, who were enjoying the thrill of high-speed driving, were completely bewildered. They gradually slowed down and finally stopped in front of Chen Zheng.

They remained calm and composed, some even wanting to run a couple more laps to add to the excitement.

"Instructor, what's wrong? We've only just warmed up." An Ran wiped non-existent sweat from her forehead, her tone laced with provocation. "Are you worried we're training too hard and you can't keep us in line?"

"Run, run, run! All you ever do is run!"

Chen Zheng stood with his hands behind his back, looking at him with a disappointed expression, "You guys are special forces soldiers, not marathon runners!"

"What's the point of practicing running? If you encounter an enemy, are you going to race them to see who can run faster?"

The female soldiers looked at each other in bewilderment.

Didn't you let it run away?

This man changes his mind faster than turning the pages of a book!

"Then what should we practice?" An Ran asked back.

Chen Zheng touched his chin, his brain working at a rapid pace.

I have to teach something, and it has to be something advanced that the system can classify as a high-level skill once you learn it.

Suddenly, he remembered the god-tier skill given away in the newbie gift pack—"Hundred Steps Piercing Yang".

His understanding of firearms has now reached the level of a master.

If we teach this skill to them, then the return on investment will be...

Is it possible to directly advance to become a Gun God?

Or we could just use a causal weapon, the kind that guarantees someone can catch a blade barehanded.

A glint of light flashed in Chen Zheng's eyes.

"Changing the subject today!"

Chen Zheng pointed in the direction of the shooting range, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

"Watching you guys shoot yesterday was a complete waste of bullets."

"A straight trajectory is something only green recruits do."

An Ran's eyes lit up: "Instructor, you're finally going to teach us marksmanship?!"

"You got it right!"

Chen Zheng snapped his fingers. Love is a serious lie.

"True marksmanship is the perfect combination of mental strength, muscle tremor frequency, and the instant of gunpowder explosion."

"By rapidly vibrating the wrist, the bullet is given a lateral acceleration, which causes the bullet to form an arc trajectory after leaving the barrel, bypassing cover and killing the target hiding in a blind spot."

"This is called gun-fu."

The entire room fell silent.

The female soldiers stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief.

"Shaking...shaking?" Ram gestured in the air with his hands. "Like Parkinson's?"

"Make the bullets curve?" An Ran felt her head buzzing. She had studied shooting for more than ten years and this was the first time she had heard this theory.

Should I be living in reality, not in an anti-Japanese war drama?

"What? You don't believe me?" Chen Zheng smiled slightly. "Let's go to the shooting range."

"Today I'll show you once again!"

After saying that, Chen Zheng flicked his sleeves and led the way toward the shooting range.

"Sis..." Ram tugged at An Ran's sleeve, "The instructor's marksmanship is indeed amazing, but... is that claim reliable?"

Others also cast curious glances.

Most of them come from ordinary families and have little experience; Anran is their only way of understanding such things.

"I've never heard of it either, let's go check it out."

An Ran watched Chen Zheng's retreating figure, her eyes filled with doubt, yet also with a hint of anticipation.

What if he is telling the truth?