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

The next day, the whistle woke up the sleeping Mulan team.

Yesterday was the last day of the holiday, and today we'll be back to our regular training.

Inside the dormitory building of the Mulan team, the girls were slowly putting on their gear.

Normally, Ram's loud voice would have rang out by now.

But today, the hallway was very quiet.

On the training field, although the group stood in neat rows, the overall performance showed a serious decline.

Song Jia resumed her caring older sister demeanor, a smile on her lips, as she carefully straightened Shen Doudou's collar.

"Did you stay up late again last night? You look so tired."

The voice was very soft, and the movements were very natural, as if nothing had happened.

But this appearance was particularly unpleasant to everyone else.

An Ran stood at the front of the line, and when she caught sight of Song Jia out of the corner of her eye, she couldn't help but frown.

Not far away, Ram and Meng Yi exchanged a glance, both looking worried.

Even Guo Huaiying slowed down her eating of the steamed bun.

Keyboard pushed up his glasses, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Song Jia and the expressionless Chen Zheng, seemingly lost in thought.

Song Jia's words yesterday are like a thorn that can't be pulled out, stuck in everyone's heart.

"Reporting, Instructor! The Mulan Squad has assembled and is awaiting instructions!"

An Ran came to her senses and reported loudly.

Chen Zheng stood at the front of the line, holding his stainless steel thermos in his hands, and nodded.

"Today, I'll teach something new."

He put down his cup, walked to the open space, and slowly assumed a fighting stance.

"Xingyiquan"

As soon as he finished speaking, his entire aura changed.

Feet planted firmly on the ground, spine straight.

When you inhale, your lower abdomen sinks in.

The Crushing Fist is as swift as an arrow!

call!

With a single punch, a loud bang echoed through the air, and the dust on the ground was blown away in a fan shape by the force of the punch.

All the female soldiers present, including An Ran, were stunned.

They had witnessed Chen Zheng's prowess; whether it was crushing Zhao Lei or single-handedly taking down that cult leader, he was incredibly strong.

But this is the first time I've ever seen a scene like today, where the power of a cannonball is generated solely by physical strength.

This is beyond their understanding of the human body.

Chen Zheng did not stop. He changed his fists, making them into claws, and his muscles moved slightly with his breathing as he bent down slightly.

A tiger pounces on its prey!

His figure lunged forward again, his claws tearing through the air with a whooshing sound.

"Xingyiquan imitates twelve animals such as dragon, tiger, monkey, and horse, emphasizing that power originates from the ground and that internal and external forces are unified."

Chen Zheng stopped his stance, exhaled a breath of stale air, and his voice returned to its calm state.

"Did you understand? Even if you didn't, you still have to practice."

"Now, everyone, imitate my movements."

The girls seemed to have just woken up, and quickly dispersed, imitating the behavior.

Soon, things started to get a little strange.

"Ouch!"

Ram almost tripped while taking a lunge, muttering to himself, "What the hell is this? It's much harder than military boxing."

Guo Huaiying was strong; her punch created a gust of wind, but her lower body was unstable, and she swayed unsteadily.

Most people are similar; their movements are crooked and they can't find the right feeling.

While their lack of ability is certainly a factor, the bigger reason is that their minds are not on training.

Almost everyone will occasionally take a peek at Song Jia.

Song Jia tried to imitate the movements meticulously, and while her movements were fairly standard, she still looked emaciated.

Chen Zhengquan saw it all, but didn't mock him as he usually did.

His gaze fell on the corner of the group.

Amidst this chaotic scene, only one figure stood out.

Meng Yi.

Her movements were clumsy, but her eyes were very focused.

Those hunter's eyes were fixed on the spot where Chen Zheng had just stood, replaying his movements in his mind over and over again, and then trying to imitate them with his body.

Gradually, her seemingly clumsy movements began to resemble Chen Zheng's.

When she struck a tiger pose, an indescribable fierceness emanated from her petite body.

For a hunter's daughter who grew up in the Greater Khingan Mountains, this kind of boxing style, which is derived from animal movements, is almost the easiest boxing style for her to learn.

Chen Zheng looked at Meng Yi, a slight smile playing on his lips.

A promising talent.

Perhaps we could single this girl out and train her separately.

The training ended an hour later.

Everyone was panting from exhaustion, but Meng Yi had already entered a state of flow and was still standing in place gesturing her name.

Chen Zheng didn't offer any comments, but simply picked up his thermos and said, "Dismissed."

This act of kindness came so suddenly that everyone was stunned.

Before they could react, Chen Zheng had already turned around, leaving them with only his back.

The girls looked at each other and then gathered around Song Jia.

"Jiajia, are you alright?"

"Are you tired? Let me help you with your things."

"The cafeteria has meat buns today, let's go!"

They surrounded Song Jia, chattering away, trying to cheer her up in this way.

Song Jia continued to smile and respond to everyone one by one.

Chen Zheng stood not far away, watching the group of figures walk away, his eyes darkening.

"It still doesn't work."

"Until Song Jia's issue is resolved, the team's spirit won't be united, and everyone will feel uneasy."

"This bomb must be defused as soon as possible..."

……

That night.

Hua Mulan's dormitory building, room 304.

Song Jia finished washing up early, climbed into bed, wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, and turned her back to everyone.

In the dormitory, no one chatted anymore, and even their breathing became unconsciously quiet.

Anran, Ram, Keyboard, and the others lay on their beds, staring at the ceiling.

Everyone's gaze, intentionally or unintentionally, drifted towards Song Jia's tense back.

She was like a wounded hedgehog, retreating into her shell, not letting anyone get close, leaving everyone who cared about her at a loss.

Time ticked by, second by second.

This silence made everyone feel significantly uncomfortable.

Too tormented.

Finally, Anran slowly sat up from the bed.

She couldn't take it anymore.

As the team leader, she couldn't just watch her team members continue down this path.

She sat up straight and her gaze swept across the faces of everyone in the dormitory.

The keyboard is lying on the bed, seemingly asleep, but it's still wearing glasses.

Ram bit her lip, her eyes wide open.

Meng Yi took out her bone knife from under her pillow and gently twirled it in her hand.

When An Ran's gaze swept over them, they all understood.

We can't just wait around any longer; we have to do something for our comrades.

The next second, An Ran was the first to lift the covers and quietly get out of bed.

Then there's the keyboard, Ramu, Mengyi...

One by one, they all quietly got up, their movements synchronized and without making a sound.

A secret operation belonging only to the four core members of Mulan is about to begin.