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

The following day, the awards ceremony for the military region's skills competition was held as scheduled.

Thousands of soldiers formed a neat and orderly square formation, gathering on the huge parade ground.

On the dais, several veteran generals, their faces solemn, scanned the faces of the audience below.

"Now, I announce the winner of this year's Southwest Military Region Grand Competition!"

The sound from the loudspeaker echoed throughout the entire playground.

Everyone held their breath.

The soldiers of the Fierce Tiger Company instinctively straightened their backs. Although they knew the outcome, they couldn't help but harbor a sliver of hope.

The team that won the overall championship of this competition is...

"Mulan Female Special Forces!"

When the name was read out, the entire playground fell silent for a moment.

Immediately, a full-blown discussion erupted.

"What? Mulan?"

"Are you kidding me! Those female soldiers won the championship?"

"Weren't they only formed a short time ago? And they already defeated the Fierce Tiger Company?"

"Holy crap, I heard that Mulan's captain stunned Company Commander Zhao with an over-the-shoulder throw! Could the intelligence be true?!"

Amidst countless shocked gazes.

"Mulan's Special Forces, come up to receive your award!"

An Ran took a deep breath and straightened her training uniform.

"Everyone has it!"

"Come on stage!"

She turned around and looked at her teammates behind her, who were also excited.

At her command, the nine members of the Mulan team marched in unison toward the podium.

Along the way, countless eyes were focused on them.

Guo Huaiying tried her best to straighten her chest, but tears welled up in her eyes uncontrollably.

Meng Yi remained expressionless, but her fists were clenched, clearly indicating that she was far from calm.

The keyboard followed closely behind An, head held high and chest out, striding confidently.

on the rostrum.

An old general personally handed a first-class merit certificate and a bright red champion banner to Captain An Dingran.

An Ran took it, and her eyes welled up with tears.

"Comrades, you fought very well."

The old general looked at the group of girls in front of him with admiration in his eyes.

"You've proven with your abilities that women are no less capable than men!"

"I hope you will remain humble and prudent, and achieve even greater success!"

"yes!"

With all the team members behind him, An Ran suddenly saluted.

On the other side, a staff officer walked over carrying a black briefcase and opened it in front of Guo Huaiying.

Ten neat stacks of red banknotes lay quietly in the box.

100,000 in cash.

Guo Huaiying's eyes widened instantly.

She had never seen so much money in her entire life.

How many roast chickens could this buy?

"Wow!"

Guo Huaiying finally couldn't hold back anymore, and tears and snot streamed down her face, but she broke into a big smile.

"We...we are the champions..."

Ram also cried, hugging everyone around her, and they all burst into tears.

Tears streamed down the keyboard uncontrollably, quickly blurring the lenses of his glasses.

They won.

All those days of wallowing in the mud, soaked in sweat, and tormented to the point of near death by Chen Zheng, finally paid off at this moment.

Below the podium.

An Jianjun looked at his daughter's tear-streaked yet incredibly resolute face on the screen and could no longer hold back.

He suddenly stood up and clapped his hands vigorously.

This man, who had spent half his life amidst swords and fire, now had very red eyes.

"Good! Well done!"

He clapped while secretly wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand.

The other regimental commanders and leaders around him cast congratulatory and envious glances at him.

"Old An, congratulations! You've had a wonderful daughter!"

"Like father, like daughter; this Mulan has a bright future!"

Upon hearing these words, An Jianjun straightened his back immediately, his face full of pride.

His gaze inadvertently drifted to the figure in the corner of the audience.

Chen Zheng was still leaning against a tree, holding his stainless steel thermos, leisurely drinking water.

He looked at the group of female soldiers on the stage, who were both crying and laughing, with a smile on his face.

Just then.

A mechanical notification sound rang in his mind.

【Ding! 】

[Congratulations, host, on completing the mission! You led the Mulan Special Forces to first place in the overall team score at the Southwest Military Region Grand Competition, overwhelming all competitors and spreading your fame far and wide!]

[Quest reward: Lost Ancient Martial Arts - Xingyi Quan (Grandmaster Level)]

The voice just fell.

A massive flow of information instantly flooded into Chen Zheng's mind.

Unlike previous skill instruction, this feeling was more like an epiphany.

He grasped the essence of Xingyi Quan in an instant.

Every muscle in the body seems to have memorized these moves, and with just a thought, it can execute the most perfect offensive and defensive stance.

Chen Zheng slowly clenched his fist.

He could feel a force flowing through his body that was completely different from the pure power he had felt before.

This is a technique for utilizing power, similar to "qi".

Even without using his exaggerated physical strength, his current boxing skills alone are enough to easily deal with any fighting expert.

After the awards ceremony concluded, the various companies began to leave in an orderly manner.

The girls from Mulan were still immersed in the joy of victory, noisily gathered together, discussing how to spend the 100,000 yuan.

Just then.

A group of people walked towards them with heavy steps.

It's the Fierce Tiger Company.

Zhao Lei walked at the front, his expression still not very good, but the contempt in his eyes was gone.

The female soldiers instinctively quieted down, and An Ran even shielded the trophy and banner behind her back, watching him warily.

However, Zhao Lei simply stood three meters in front of them.

He turned around, faced the group of dejected Tiger Company soldiers behind him, and took a deep breath.

"Tiger Company!"

"Salute to the champion!"

Swish!

Hundreds of strong men, in perfect unison, gave a standard military salute to the group of female soldiers in front of them.

The ceremony is over.

Zhao Lei put down his hand and walked alone towards Chen Zheng, who was not far away.

He looked at the man who was still leisurely drinking water, his expression quite complicated.

"Chen Zheng".

"I said before that I would challenge you to another match during the grand competition."

He turned his head and glanced at An Ran, who was surrounded by her teammates, a wry smile on his face.

"But now it seems I can't even defeat your soldiers, so I won't go up and humiliate myself."

After saying that, Zhao Lei fixed his gaze on Chen Zheng again, and the flame of his unwillingness to admit defeat rekindled in his eyes.

"But this matter is not over."

"One day, I will become stronger, and then I will challenge you again in a fair and square manner."

"I'm challenging you, the instructor of the Southwest Military Region's championship team."

Chen Zheng slowly raised his eyes, looked at Zhao Lei, and replied, "I'll wait for you."