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

At that moment, the music on the public channel that had been playing those absurd videos suddenly stopped.

An Ran's voice slowly rang out.

"Company Commander Zhao."

"We're here. Are you hidden?"

Next to the command vehicle.

Upon hearing this retort, Zhao Lei gripped his gun so tightly it clicked.

He looked up and around.

The once lush jungle is now surrounded by enemies.

It seemed as if a pair of eyes were watching him from every clump of grass.

The feeling of being treated like prey made his back instantly soak with cold sweat.

He had never felt this way since he became the company commander of the Fierce Tiger Company.

"come out!"

Zhao Lei roared at the empty woods, "Come out and fight me one-on-one if you dare! What kind of skill is it to hide like this!"

rustling...

Footsteps sounded.

From the east, Guo Huaiying walked out carrying a thick tree trunk, a simple smile on his face, with some unlucky guy's equipment hanging on his body.

To the west, Meng Yi toyed with the dagger in her hand, leaning against a tree with a cold look in her eyes.

To the south, Shen Doudou set up a sniper rifle, the dark muzzle pointed directly at Zhao Lei's forehead.

To the north, Ram and Song Jia helped Li Yue and the others who had just arrived. Although they were a bit disheveled, they were all smiling.

Finally, directly ahead.

An Ran pushed aside the bushes and strode out.

She was covered in gunpowder smoke, and her face had several bloody marks from being scratched by tree branches during the charge.

The other eight members of Mulan's team surrounded the remaining members of Tiger Company.

In the center of the circle, only two people stood.

Zhao Lei threw the rifle he was holding to the ground.

"Anran, we lost the electronic warfare, and we also failed in tactical coordination."

As he spoke, he unbuttoned his tactical vest.

"But I disagree."

"I am the company commander of the Fierce Tiger Company, and the runner-up in combat sports in the entire military region."

"I can't accept losing to a bunch of women!"

Zhao Lei took a step forward.

"Do you dare to play like a man and go for something big with me?"

"King versus king, no guns, no knives."

"Use your fists."

"If you beat me, the entire Tigers will immediately quit the game."

"But what if you lose..."

He grinned and said, "Even if you win the game, don't even think about giving Mulan the title of the strongest individual fighter."

He was gambling, betting that An Ran would fight for the pride of the captain and the courage of a soldier.

After all, he weighs 180 pounds, while An Ran weighs only 100 pounds, so there's no way they can fight.

The surroundings fell silent, and everyone's eyes were on An Ran.

Guo Huaiying was so anxious that she stomped her feet, wanting to rush up and fight for her captain, but Meng Yi stopped her.

An Ran stood there calmly, looking at Zhao Lei's provocative face.

A few seconds later.

She raised her hand, took off the bone conduction headphones, and casually tossed them behind her.

Ram caught it in a flurry, calling out anxiously, "Captain..."

An Ran didn't say anything, but simply unbuttoned her cuffs, revealing her two muscular forearms.

"Uncle Zhao."

An Ran spoke, using polite terms of address, but her tone was cold.

"You want to save face? I'll give you that chance."

"But I'll also make the unpleasant points clear upfront."

"I did this to let you know that women can be more ruthless than men when they hit someone."

"Good! You've got guts!"

Zhao Lei shouted and stomped his military boots, lunging towards An Ran.

This is the first move of military boxing, the bow stance punch.

Simple, direct, and powerful.

If that hit, An Ran's nose would definitely be broken.

An Ran's pupils contracted, and her body instinctively slid a step to the left.

But Zhao Lei's move was even faster; his punch instantly turned into a sweeping motion, his arm swinging directly towards An Ran's neck.

boom!

An Ran only had time to raise her arms to block, but the enormous force still made her stagger several steps to the side.

"Is that all the strength you've got?!"

Zhao Lei approached with a sinister grin, giving An Ran no chance to adjust.

Hook punch, uppercut, knee strike!

One move after another, each aimed at vital points.

An Ran was forced to retreat repeatedly as she was attacked.

The difference in strength is too great.

Every time she tried to block, a sharp pain shot through her arm.

boom!

Another heavy punch landed. Although An Ran absorbed some of the force, the wind from the punch still grazed the corner of her mouth.

Blood started flowing out immediately.

"team leader!"

Guo Huaiying shouted from behind.

Inside the observation room outside the forest.

This scene was clearly displayed on the big screen via high-definition broadcast from a drone.

The leaders all frowned as they looked at the scene.

"Nonsense! Absolutely nonsense!"

An Jianjun slammed his hand on the table. "If you lost, you lost. Why did you have to have a one-on-one fight? There's such a big difference in physique. Zhao Lei is bullying us! Stop it right now!"

The staff officer next to him was about to grab a walkie-talkie.

"What's the rush?"

Chen Zheng sat in the corner, still drinking goji berry water.

An Jianjun looked at Chen Zheng: "Those are the soldiers you trained! Don't you feel sorry for them?"

"Feeling sorry for you?"

He smiled and shook his head. "An Ran won't lose."

On the screen.

boom!

An Ran was kicked in the stomach by Zhao Lei, and slid backward several meters before her back slammed heavily against a broken wall.

She clutched her stomach, and blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

"Just admit defeat!"

Zhao Lei walked over, panting heavily, and looked down at her.

"You are indeed very capable, but women are women, and you cannot overcome the physiological disadvantages they face!"

Anran leaned against the wall, her mind unusually calm, and many images flashed through her mind rapidly.

The despair of struggling in the mud, running until vomiting every morning at five o'clock with a sixty-kilogram load on my back, and Chen Zheng's eyes that were sometimes contemptuous and sometimes tender.

"remember."

Chen Zheng's voice suddenly rang in her mind. It was something he had mentioned to An Ran when he was chatting after his match with Zhao Lei.

"The human body has more than two hundred bones, all connected by joints, so joint techniques are very important for fighting across weight classes."

"No matter how strong a person is, the structure of their wrists and knees is the same as yours."

Thinking of this, An Ran suddenly raised her head, took the initiative to lower her defensive posture, and let her hands hang down at her sides.

Come on!

"court death!"

Zhao Lei's patience ran out. He roared and charged forward, his right fist pounding down on An Ran's face.

He used all his strength in that punch, intending to end the fight in an instant.

But because he used too much force, the gap in his chest was completely exposed.

It's now!

An Ran's pupils suddenly contracted.

Just as the fist was about to hit her nose, she didn't retreat but instead stepped forward to meet the punch.

That step landed right in Zhao Lei's arms.

brush!

She tilted her head slightly, and the large fist grazed her ear as it slammed into the wall behind her.

At the same time, An Ran's hands had already wrapped around Zhao Lei's right arm, which had been swinging in vain.

Hold your wrist with your left hand and support your elbow with your right hand.

Joint lock!

"Get down!"

She gave a low shout and exerted all her strength.

But Zhao Lei, being a runner-up in combat sports, reacted quickly. Feeling his arm locked, he immediately tensed his muscles and tried to pull his hand back.

The two forces were locked in a stalemate.

An Ran felt that the other party's strength was astonishing, and her locks were being broken little by little.

In terms of sheer strength, she is indeed no match.

but……

Who wants to compete with you in strength?

An Ran suddenly withdrew her resistance.

Following Zhao Lei's pullback, she suddenly turned her body, pressing her back tightly into Zhao Lei's arms, and then her waist and hips sank down.

At this moment, the core strength of the waist and abdomen, honed through countless training sessions, exploded completely.

"Who said..."

An Ran gripped the ground with both feet and exerted force with her waist and back.

"Who says women are inferior to men!"

A roar echoed through the ruins.

To everyone's astonishment.

Zhao Lei, weighing 180 pounds, actually lifted both feet off the ground, drawing an arc in the air.

He stared at the dizzying scene, his eyes filled with disbelief.

next second.

boom!

Zhao Lei was slammed hard to the ground.