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

It was noon.

To conserve ammunition, the members of the Mulan Special Forces lined up, holding unloaded guns, and frantically shook their wrists.

"Attention! Right faces—caliber!"

A series of dull footsteps broke the strange rhythm.

At the entrance to the firing range, Zhao Lei, the company commander of the first company of the Fierce Tiger Brigade, led his team in.

The twenty-odd male soldiers were all burly and fully armed, their dark skin glistening with sweat.

Compared to this, the female soldiers undergoing rehabilitation do seem rather ridiculous.

"stop!"

Zhao Lei raised his hand to stop the team, his gaze sweeping over the female soldiers who were swinging their wrists, a mocking smile appearing on his lips.

"Oh, isn't this An Da's niece?" Zhao Lei slowly walked forward. "What, knowing you can't win the martial arts competition, you've switched to dancing?"

The male soldiers behind him burst into laughter.

Although no one whistled, that deep-seated contempt was more hurtful than whistling.

It's like a regular army looking at a ragtag army.

"Reporting, Company Commander!" shouted a platoon leader behind Zhao Lei, a former runner-up in the entire military region's shooting competition. "I think they're trying to make the enemy laugh to death on the battlefield!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The male soldiers laughed even louder.

The female soldiers stopped what they were doing, their faces grim.

Ram bit her lip, barely able to hold onto the gun.

In the past, they would have already cursed back.

But now, their actions are indeed very strange, and this feeling of shame makes them unable to lift their heads.

Zhao Lei slowly walked up to An Ran with his hands behind his back: "Listen to your uncle."

"The military is a place for fighting. If you women really want to wear this uniform, why don't you join the cultural troupe or the medical team?"

"Why did you have to come to the Special Operations Brigade to cause trouble, brandishing guns around? Aren't you just embarrassing our brigade?"

As he spoke, Zhao Lei's gaze passed over An Ran and landed on Chen Zheng, who was blowing away the steam from his thermos.

"And that pretty boy."

"These tricks only fool a bunch of naive young girls. How can a clerical worker who's never even been on the battlefield be a good instructor?"

"Keeping this kind of person in the military is harmful; they're parasites on the army!"

In that instant, An Ran could no longer stand.

Zhao Lei comes from a very prominent family and is of the same generation as her father, so he has always referred to himself as her uncle.

Because of their seniority, she never said much.

You can say she's okay, but can you say Chen Zheng is a liar?

Although this man has a sharp tongue, uses ruthless methods, and loves to torment people, his strength has already been recognized by Mulan and the others.

Snapped!

An Ran slammed the gun to the ground and took a step in front of Zhao Lei.

"Shut up!"

"He's our instructor! What do you know!"

"If you dare utter another word, believe me, I'll tear your mouth apart!"

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone was startled by An Ran's sudden outburst of anger.

The usually aloof An Ran actually publicly berated a company commander for the sake of an instructor?

Chen Zheng raised an eyebrow.

He looked at the back of the figure protecting him, and couldn't help but smile.

This was the first time he had ever experienced being protected.

It's pretty good?

"This is outrageous! It's a complete rebellion!"

Zhao Lei's face turned pale with anger.

He lost all face when a female soldier pointed her finger at him and berated him in front of his men.

"An Ran! Do you know who you're talking to?! Officially, I'm your superior! Personally, I'm your elder!"

Zhao Lei took a step forward and raised his hand to push An Ran.

"Don't stop me! Today I'll teach your father a lesson..."

Before Zhao Lei's hand could even touch An Ran, a hand suddenly reached out and firmly grabbed Zhao Lei's wrist.

Zhao Lei was stunned. He tried to pull back with all his might, but he couldn't budge it.

Chen Zheng stood up at some point, one hand in his pocket, the other gripping Zhao Lei, and laughed:

"Company Commander Zhao, don't get so angry."

With a slight exertion of his hand, he flung Zhao Lei back half a step, then pulled An Ran behind him.

Although he felt okay being protected, he still wasn't used to it.

"I've said it before, only I can train my people."

"As for you..."

"A bunch of bumpkins who can't even understand gunfighting dare to comment on my tactics?"

"What did you say?!" Zhao Lei laughed in anger. "Who are you calling a country bumpkin?!"

"Whoever gets angry gets the blame," Chen Zheng said, picking at his ear with a look of disgust. "What? You disagree?"

He waved his hand, signaling An Ran to return to the team.

The latter ignored him and instead moved closer to him.

Zhao Lei was even more furious when he saw this.

"Fine! Chen Zheng! You've got guts!"

"Don't think you can act recklessly just because the brigade commander is protecting you! Let's see who's the real fighter in the competition!"

"Don't wait for the martial arts competition, it's too slow." Chen Zheng smiled, his eyes becoming very sharp. "I think we should do it today."

Chen Zheng raised his hand and pointed to the platoon leader behind Zhao Lei who had just spoken.

"I know him, your ace sharpshooter. Let him out."

"Compare with my group of female soldiers."

"If we lose, I, Chen Zheng, will kowtow three times to you in front of the entire brigade and call you Grandpa."

As he spoke, Chen Zheng paused, a slightly mischievous smile creeping across his face.

"But what if you lose..."

"From now on, anyone who sees Mulan, even if they're two hundred meters away, must stand at attention and salute!"

Saluting is a matter that signifies status in the military.

Because it is always subordinates who salute their superiors, and it is very rare for superiors to take the initiative to salute their subordinates.

Upon hearing this, the group of male soldiers reacted as if they had heard the biggest joke in the world.

Sending a group of clueless female soldiers to challenge the Tiger Company's ace sniper?

Are you awake?

An Ran secretly tugged at Chen Zheng's sleeve from behind and whispered, "Are you crazy? His platoon leader was last year's sharpshooter! We..."

"Shhh."

"I have confidence in you."

An Ran opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't say anything and just stood obediently behind him.

Zhao Lei was furious when he saw the two of them whispering in front of him.

"Good! Good! Good!"

"Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish!"

"I accept this challenge! Let's start now!"

Zhao Lei waved his hand and declared, "The military region's champions are facing off against the women's champions; the advantage lies with us!"

"Chen Zheng, get ready to kowtow!"

"If I lose, I'll write my name backwards!"

"The Tiger Company, first rank, step forward!"

At his command, five burly special forces soldiers stepped forward in unison.

This is Zhao Lei's source of confidence.

As the elite company of the entire brigade, the Fierce Tiger Company had only the best of the best under its command.

Everyone has thick calluses on their hands, the result of countless bullets fired.

"Instructor Chen, stop dawdling." Zhao Lei raised his chin. "Bring your men out for a spin too."

Chen Zheng ignored him, turned around, and glanced at the female soldiers behind him.

"Anran, Ram, and...you call me Xiaoye, right? You guys, step forward!"