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

The next day, at dawn, the weather was foggy.

boom!

A series of heavy roars shattered the tranquility of the military region.

Chen Zheng stood shirtless on the training field, his muscles clearly defined, sweat streaming down his back.

He was practicing boxing.

It was a master-level Xingyi Quan that he hadn't had a chance to use yet, which he had obtained after the military region's competition.

This boxing style emphasizes the power of the whole body.

Chen Zheng gripped the ground with both feet and tensed his spine.

Inhale.

Tuck in your stomach.

The punch is as swift as an arrow.

Snapped!

The air in front of the fist was violently struck, producing a cracking sound.

The thick fog in front of him was also blasted into a vacuum by the force of the punch.

"call"

Chen Zheng exhaled a breath of stale air.

I feel better than ever before.

His stats used to be explosive, but he didn't specialize in power generation techniques in his previous life, so his skills were relatively limited.

But now, as he puts this set of boxing techniques into practice, he feels that there is an extra force of energy within his body that he can control.

That energy connected every muscle in his body, making him feel grounded and empowered.

Chen Zheng closed his eyes, immersing himself in the feeling, and then struck a tiger pose.

With his palms loosely clenched into claws, his muscles pulsated with his breathing, like a tiger crouching in the grass, ready to devour its prey at any moment.

Just as he was engrossed in his training, a car with a military pass drove into the base gate.

The driver was the brigade commander, An Jianjun.

An elderly man with gray hair was sitting in the passenger seat.

The old man was dressed in an old military uniform, without rank insignia on his shoulders, and his eyes kept glancing out the window.

I'm talking about Jianjun.

"Didn't you say you'd bring me to see your women's unit? How come there's not a soul in sight at this hour?"

An Jianjun smiled wryly as he kept the steering wheel in his hand.

"Dad, what time is it? Even special forces need to be allowed to sleep, right?"

"fart!"

An Yuanchao's eyes widened.

"Soldiers have no right to sleep in late? Back in Laoshan, we considered it New Year's if we just dozed off in the mud! Today's soldiers are too pampered!"

An Jianjun shrank back, not daring to talk back.

At home, and even throughout the entire military region, Grandpa An is a living fossil.

Let alone his son, the brigade commander, even the military region commander would have to address him respectfully as "Old Squad Leader."

"Okay, okay, you're right."

"That's why I brought you here today, to give them some guidance on their work."

He could only agree with the old man while inwardly groaning.

The old man came to the provincial capital for a medical check-up. He heard about Mulan and insisted on coming to see her, and also to see his beloved granddaughter Anran.

If he finds out what An Ran did the night before last, she'll probably get a scolding again.

Let's figure out a way to get through this...

boom!

Suddenly, a noise came from the training ground in the distance.

An Yuanchao's ears twitched, and his lazy expression vanished instantly.

"parking!"

An Jianjun was startled and instinctively stepped on the brakes.

"What's wrong, Dad? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Did you hear me?"

An Yuanchao opened the door and got out of the car with a quick and efficient movement.

He stood by the roadside, listening intently to the sounds coming from afar.

Snapped!

Snapped!

boom!

"Goodness."

An Yuanchao's expression became quite interesting. "Is this a mortar? No, a large-caliber sniper rifle? Neither..."

An Jianjun also noticed it, and his expression turned strange.

"Someone is practicing boxing."

He could occasionally hear this sound when he woke up early. At first, he found it strange, but he got used to it over time.

Although it wasn't usually this loud, he could still tell that Chen Zheng was obviously training.

"Practicing martial arts?"

An Yuanchao turned around and felt that his son was like an idiot.

"Are you trying to take advantage of me because I'm an old man with little education? Who the hell practices boxing and makes the sound of a mortar going off?"

"It really is boxing practice," An Jianjun sighed. "Dad, you'll see when you go over there."

An Yuanchao was skeptical, so he didn't take the car and walked towards the training ground with his hands behind his back.

After passing through two rows of poplar trees, the view suddenly opened up before us.

On the empty concrete training field, mist surged continuously, forming a vortex in the center of the field.

At the center of the vortex, a figure moved nimbly and skillfully.

The ground trembled as soon as his foot landed, and a punch was thrown out with a whooshing sound.

An Yuanchao stood on the sidelines, completely dumbfounded.

He's also a trained martial artist.

Before joining the army, he practiced Bajiquan with an old boxing master in the village for several years.

Later on the battlefield, relying on his martial arts skills and bayonet technique, he defeated countless enemies.

A true expert's skill is immediately apparent.

The young man's boxing stance is so perfect.

It was so real it didn't seem like a human, but rather a tiger stretching its limbs in the deep mountains and forests.

"This is kung fu ingrained in their very bones."

An Yuanchao muttered to himself, his hands starting to itch.

"Dad, that's Chen Zheng, Mulan's head instructor."

An Jianjun followed and introduced the situation in a low voice.

"This kid is really strange, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, An Yuanchao chuckled and took off his coat, throwing it into An Jianjun's arms.

"What are you doing?"

The latter's heart skipped a beat.

"Let's test the quality of this little doll!"

Before he could react, the old man pushed off with his feet and flipped over the 1.5-meter-high railing.

"Dad! No!!"

Based on their time together, An Jianjun had some understanding of who Chen Zheng was.

Putting everything else aside, it's incredibly powerful.

He was about to reach out to stop him, but it was too late. An Yuanchao touched the ground with his toes and, taking advantage of the fog, quickly approached Chen Zheng in the middle of the field.

five meters.

three meters.

The old man seized the opportunity when Chen Zheng turned away from him, and with his right hand forming a claw, he aimed straight for Chen Zheng's shoulder.

This move is called Golden Eagle Collarbone.

If you get a firm grip, half of your body will go numb for at least ten minutes.

Chen Zheng was still immersed in his martial arts.

But the moment An Yuanchao stepped into the three-meter range behind him, he felt a murderous aura.

The body reacts faster than the brain.

Chen Zheng, who was originally moving forward, suddenly stopped, exerted force from his waist and abdomen, and completed a 180-degree spin.

"roar!!"

With a low growl, Chen Zheng used the force of the rotation to strike with his right arm.

This strike is called the Tiger Tail Scissors.

This is an extremely insidious move in Xingyi Quan. If it hits, not only will a person be killed, but even a cement pillar would be in serious trouble.

An Yuanchao was greatly alarmed.

He hadn't expected the young man to react so quickly.

The power of this attack was simply incredible.

There's no escaping it!

However, the old man was a veteran of countless battles. In this critical moment, instead of retreating, he advanced, crossing his arms to protect his chest, ready to withstand the blow.

The moment he made his move, Chen Zheng saw the attacker's face through the fog.

A face full of wrinkles, yet brimming with fighting spirit.

Wearing an old military uniform.

They are not enemies.

Chen Zheng's heart skipped a beat, but the sure-kill blow was already upon the old man.

Receive!

However, pulling back the force is more difficult than releasing it.