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

On the firing range.

Chen Zheng stood at the front of the line, fiddling with the pistol in his hand.

"The core of gunfighting lies in the mastery of firearms."

He spoke with a straight face, his gaze sweeping over the row of female soldiers standing in front of him. "Many people think that bullets travel in a straight line after they are fired, but that's the view of a mediocre person."

"At the moment of firing, the bullet can be given a lateral acceleration through a high-frequency flick of the wrist."

"Just like Senior Yan Shuangying said, as long as you are fast enough, bullets can't catch you."

"Similarly, if you shake fast enough, the bullet can bypass cover and hit a blind spot."

The female soldiers listened, stunned.

An Ran frowned. As the shooting champion of the entire military region, her common sense in physics told her that this was utter nonsense.

But seeing Chen Zheng's confident demeanor, and considering his marksmanship as demonstrated earlier, her basic physics knowledge began to waver again.

"Instructor..."

Lam raised her hand, looking at Chen Zheng with a troubled expression. "The high-frequency jitter you mentioned... in my hometown, we usually call this Parkinson's syndrome."

"puff--"

Someone in the group couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Seriously!" Chen Zheng glared at Ram. "This is called tactical jerking! Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand!"

"I know you don't believe me."

Chen Zheng turned around and pointed to a bunker about fifty meters away.

It was a dead corner made of piled-up concrete, and the target was hidden behind a concrete pillar.

Looking at it from the front, you can't even see the edges of the target paper.

"Watch closely, I'll only demonstrate once."

Chen Zheng held the gun in one hand, not aiming, but lowering the muzzle, his whole body in a very relaxed state.

Before we knew it, the wind had stopped.

All eyes were on him.

Suddenly, Chen Zheng moved.

His wrist jerked violently at an extremely rapid pace.

boom!

A jet of fire shot out from the muzzle of the gun.

The bullet's trajectory was invisible to the naked eye, but the target hidden behind a concrete pillar in the distance emitted a crisp impact sound.

The target reporter's voice then came through the walkie-talkie: "Report... Report! Bullseye! Ten rings!"

The scene erupted in noise in an instant.

"Holy crap?! It really turned a corner?!"

"Is this...right?"

The female soldiers all stared wide-eyed.

An Ran was also stunned.

She stared intently at the bunker, frantically calculating the trajectory of the bullets in her mind, and finally came to a conclusion.

That doesn't make sense.

Faced with the shock of the crowd, Chen Zheng slowly holstered his gun.

He looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, leaving everyone with only a profound profile.

"Nothing to be surprised about."

"If you are powerful enough, even science will bow down to you."

"Alright, I've explained the principle very clearly." Chen Zheng turned around. "Now let's practice in groups! Whoever learns to make a bullet curve first can rest. Those who don't learn it won't get dinner tonight!"

"ah?!"

The screams of agony echoed across the firing range.

For the next half hour, the Mulan Special Forces suffered heavy casualties.

The once valiant female soldiers were now standing at their firing positions, swinging their wrists.

"Hey! Ha! Let's go!"

"Turn! Turn right now!"

Gunshots rang out one after another, bullets flew everywhere, but only the cover in front was smashed into pieces.

An Ran is also practicing.

She gritted her teeth and, mimicking Chen Zheng, tried to flick her wrist the moment she pulled the trigger.

boom!

The bullet flew at an angle and punched a hole in a sign ten meters away.

"This is fucking..."

An Ran shook her aching wrist, feeling like it was about to dislocate, but the bullets just wouldn't obey.

"It seems our Captain An still needs to improve his comprehension."

An Ran froze, knowing who it was without even turning around.

Chen Zheng appeared behind her without her noticing, holding a thermos in his hand.

"That's not scientific!" An Ran slammed her gun on the table, turned around angrily, and exclaimed, "How could a person's wrist apply lateral force to a bullet in that instant?"

"Tsk, I love your stubbornness."

Chen Zheng put down his thermos and took a step closer.

An Ran instinctively wanted to retreat, but found that there was a shooting platform behind her, leaving her nowhere to go.

"Since Captain An is not getting it right, as his instructor, I have an obligation to provide him with close guidance."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Zheng stepped forward and went directly behind An Ran.

The next second, An Ran froze completely.

Chen Zheng's arms passed under her armpits, and his large hands gripped her gun-holding hand.

His chest pressed tightly against her back, with no gap between them.

Even through the thin training uniform, An Ran could clearly feel his strong heartbeat and the warmth emanating from him.

"Don't move."

Chen Zheng's deep voice rang in her ear.

"That's not how you hold a gun."

His palm slowly enveloped An Ran's slightly cool little hand, forcibly adjusting her gun-holding posture.

"I……"

An Ran was startled and instinctively leaned back.

What are you doing?

Chen Zheng paused for a moment, the vibrations in his chest traveling down his spine to An Ran's back as he spoke.

"No...no!" An Ran struggled frantically. "You...you let go! I can practice by myself!"

"Stop barking like a dog, I'm giving you special treatment."

"Inhale...exhale..."

As Chen Zheng spoke, An Ran subconsciously adjusted her breathing.

In that instant, Chen Zheng's arm muscles suddenly tensed, causing An Ran's wrist to make a strange tremor.

"Now!"

Chen Zheng's finger gripped An Ran's index finger, and he pulled the trigger sharply.

boom!

The gun barrel bounced upwards, and the recoil slammed into An Ran's shoulder, only to be caught steadily by Chen Zheng behind her.

An Ran's eyes widened.

She clearly saw that the bullet, at the moment it left the barrel, indeed drew a strange arc, bypassing the obstacle.

clang!

The sound of hitting the target rang out.

"I...I got it?" An Ran murmured in disbelief.

Did she really perform the legendary gun-fu?

Before she could recover from the shock, the warmth behind her suddenly disappeared.

Chen Zheng released his grip, took a step back, and increased the distance between the two.

Suddenly, there was no space behind her, and An Ran felt a wave of disappointment. She swayed unsteadily.

"Focus on recalling the feeling you just experienced; you have a high chance of learning it."

Aside from what the system gave him, he already possessed strong shooting skills, demonstrating that An Ran's talent was definitely not low.

After speaking, Chen Zheng turned to look at the group of female soldiers around him who had long since stopped practicing and were now eating melon seeds.

"What are you looking at! Have you learned it all yet?!"

"Those who haven't learned it yet, come here! I'll teach you one by one, step by step!"

The female soldiers, who had been watching the show intently just moments before, scattered like birds and beasts, clutching their guns and running faster than rabbits.

"We've got it! Instructor, we've got it!"

"I remembered there's one move I haven't mastered yet, I'll practice it myself!"