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

Early the next morning.

As dawn broke, Su Xiao had already packed her luggage.

She didn't alert anyone, except for Jian Ke, who, wearing a coat, chased after her to the front gate.

"You're leaving already?"

Keyboard pushed up his glasses, his eyes a little red. "Not going to play for another two days?"

"No."

Su Xiao shook her head. "My battlefield isn't here."

She reached out and hugged the keyboard, squeezing it tightly.

"Keyboard, I used to think that as long as I found a great boyfriend, I would feel secure."

"But now I know that a sense of security comes from within, or... from you."

She let go of her hand and looked at her best friend in front of her.

"I've made up my mind, I'm going home."

"Go face my parents, go face that rotten life."

"I will also become stronger on my battlefield."

As she spoke, Su Xiao turned around and waved.

"Just you wait!"

"One day, I will become... the woman worthy of standing behind him!"

As he watched Su Xiaoyuan's departing figure, the keyboard smiled.

"Take care of yourself."

……

Time quickly passed to the third day of the Lunar New Year. It was still the New Year holiday, but the military didn't have much time to enjoy themselves.

"Have they all gone crazy from celebrating the New Year?!"

Chen Zheng stood before the group, still holding his thermos, and said, "Look at you all, so weak and limp. Anyone who didn't know better would think I brought a bunch of old ladies!"

On the training field, the girls of the Mulan team are practicing combat.

An Ran gritted her teeth, slammed her fist into Ram's chest, and shouted, "Kill!"

"Didn't you eat?"

Chen Zheng blew on the goji berries in his cup without even lifting his eyelids. "Let me tell you, right now, that Phoenix team member is probably eating a special steak and using a customized training plan."

"And you? With your weak punches and kicks, you'll be beaten like chickens!"

Upon hearing this, Ram roared and took An Ran's direct hit.

Just as the group of female soldiers were practicing and howling like ghosts, a special jeep rushed into the camp.

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, the passenger door was forcefully pushed open.

A foot in an old-fashioned cloth shoe with a thousand layers of soles stepped out, and its owner was a very energetic old man.

An Yuanchao.

This old man is really healthy; he was only wearing a thin cotton-padded jacket in the dead of winter, and he took a deep breath after getting off the bus.

"good!"

In the driver's seat, An Jianjun turned off the engine with a helpless expression, opened the door and got out of the car.

This brigade commander, who was usually very powerful in the military region, now obediently followed behind his father.

His hands were full of things: smoked bacon from his hometown in his left hand, two large jars of honey in his right hand, and several packs of special-supply cigarettes tucked under his elbow.

"Dad, slow down... the ground is slippery."

"Slippery my ass!"

An Yuanchao turned and glared at his son. "A soldier needs to be steady on his feet and walk with a swagger! Look at you, so cowardly, you're getting worse as you get older!"

An Jianjun smiled wryly and shut his mouth; he really didn't dare to talk back.

At home, the old man is the truth. If he says the earth is flat, An Jianjun has to nod and say that there's nothing wrong with it.

On the training field, the female soldiers, who were originally full of murderous intent, slowed down when they saw this.

An Ran, with her sharp eyes, spotted the familiar figure immediately.

"grandfather?!"

One second she was a fierce-looking female warrior, the next she was jogging over.

"Grandpa! What brings you here!"

"Oh, my dear granddaughter!"

When An Yuanchao saw An Ran, his stern face immediately broke into a smile, and he reached out to pat her shoulder.

"Great! Great! You've lost weight, but you're more toned now!"

The old man squeezed An Ran's stiff arm and nodded with satisfaction: "That's right! So what if she's a girl? Girls can hold up half the sky too! This is the kind of girl my An family is made of!"

An Jianjun stood to the side carrying cured meat, wanting to interject but not daring to, and could only awkwardly wave to the group of female soldiers who were watching the commotion, telling them to continue training.

Only Chen Zheng.

He was still standing on the training field, maintaining that lazy posture.

An Yuanchao said a few words to his granddaughter, then fixed his gaze on Chen Zheng.

In that instant, the kindness in the old man's eyes vanished, replaced by a sudden surge of fanaticism.

"Young Master Chen!"

He pushed An Ran aside and strode up to Chen Zheng.

The latter then slowly raised his head, nodded, and asked, "You're here. Have you eaten?"

Instead of getting angry, An Yuanchao burst into laughter and continued to stare at Chen Zheng.

In our last encounter, this kid's aura was like a sharp blade, his edge fully revealed.

But today...

Chen Zheng stood there, his body loose and unsteady, full of flaws, yet he gave An Yuanchao a sense of unwavering composure and unfathomable depth.

"hiss……"

An Yuanchao's heart was in turmoil.

Has this kid gotten stronger in just a few days?

"Eat my ass!"

With a wave of his hand, he quickly ripped off his cotton-padded coat and threw it behind him, covering the face of An Jianjun, who had just come over to try and break up the fight.

"dad……"

An Jianjun hurriedly tore off his clothes, and just as he was about to speak, he saw that his father had already taken a fighting stance.

"Hey Chen, wasn't that enough last time?"

"These past few days since I got back, I haven't been able to sleep at all. My mind is filled with your Xingyi Quan moves, and the more I think about them, the more it itches to practice."

"Now that you're here, don't hide anything."

"Want to play a round?"

Although it was a question, the tone clearly said: You're not getting away unless you beat me to death today.

Chen Zheng looked at the old man in front of him, who was full of fighting spirit, and sighed helplessly.

He handed the thermos lid back, and Ram, quite sensibly, stepped forward and took it.

"Grandpa, it's the New Year, fighting is bad luck. Besides, with your health, what if you strain your back?"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

An Yuanchao waved his hands and shook his head repeatedly, "When I crawled out of a pile of corpses, you were still wearing open-crotch pants!"

"I can tell, something's off about you, you've definitely gotten stronger!"

"Come on! Let this old man see just how much skill you've acquired!"

Before he could finish speaking, An Yuanchao kicked off the ground.

boom!

His feet stomped so hard they made a hole in the cement floor, and he lunged straight at Chen Zheng's face.

The surrounding air seemed to be torn apart by the attack, creating a whistling sound.

An Jianjun shouted in fright, "Chen Zheng, you better watch yourself!"

The female soldiers also stopped what they were doing and started sitting on stools around the area, watching the drama unfold.

"Hey, who do you think will win?"

"The bag belongs to the instructor..."

Faced with this, Chen Zheng smiled.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, taking a half-step forward with his right foot. His spine straightened instantly, and an invisible aura exploded out, forcing the surrounding snowflakes to stay away for a moment.

"Since you have such an interest..."

Chen Zheng said softly, his voice filled with unwavering confidence, "Then this junior will play along with you."