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

range.

The female soldiers were used to it and even had the mind to tease each other, their eyes brazenly sizing up Chen Zheng.

The Tibetan female soldier, Lhamo, who was humming a song, leaned against the ammunition box and smiled brightly: "Instructor, why don't you go back to typing on the computer? We don't care about looks here, we only care about strength."

"Yeah, I heard that civilian cadres often have back problems, from sitting for long periods of time..." Another short-haired female soldier chimed in, her eyes glancing at Chen Zheng's groin, which drew another round of laughter.

Chen Zheng ignored him and slowly unbuttoned his sleeves.

"Whether your back is healthy or not can't be determined by words alone."

He turned to An Ran and said, "Captain An Ran, this is your territory, you set the rules. Otherwise, if we lose later, you might say I bullied a woman."

An Ran was so angry at those words that she laughed.

While she was competing in the military region, this pretty boy was probably still drinking goji berries in his office, right?

"What arrogance!"

An Ran snorted coldly and casually picked up a Type 95 rifle.

"Don't say I'm bullying a little man. Let's play the most basic game: a 400-meter moving target, ten bullets, and see who gets the most rings."

The loser must shout "I am Greyhound!" three times in front of the entire team!

An Ran defiantly raised her chin, her collar opening slightly open due to the movement, revealing the snow-white skin beneath her collarbone.

Chen Zheng couldn't help but smile; it was like someone had delivered a pillow when you were really hungry.

"If we're going to play, let's play big!"

Instead of heading towards the display rack filled with fine firearms, Chen Zheng turned and walked towards the pile of miscellaneous items in the corner of the shooting range.

There were several old guns with severely worn rifling piled up there.

Under everyone's gaze, Chen Zheng bent down and pulled out an old 81-bar.

"Let's go with this one."

An Ran frowned upon hearing this: "Instructor Chen, are you trying to use this method to save face? You can't blame the equipment if you lose?"

"It's enough to deal with you."

Chen Zheng held the gun in one hand, and with the support of the system [Hundred Steps Piercing Yang], the old rifle almost became an extension of his limbs.

"You asked for this."

An Ran stopped talking and turned to walk towards the shooting position.

This woman's basic skills are indeed solid.

He took aim, aimed, and executed the entire sequence of movements with fluid grace.

Several gunshots rang out, and the moving target 400 meters away responded with a bang.

After ten shots, the target reporter's voice came through the walkie-talkie: "Captain An Ran, eight shots of ten, two shots of nine! A total of ninety-eight rings!"

"Wow! Sister Anran is awesome!"

"That's real prestige! See that? That's real power!"

The female soldiers were in an uproar, and the one wearing headphones immediately made a gesture of worship.

"Basic procedure, no need for '6', everyone sit down." An Ran stood up, dusted herself off, and then looked at Chen Zheng with a mocking expression: "Your turn, Instructor Chen."

"I don't mind if you admit defeat now, after all, even a greyhound has its dignity."

Another burst of laughter erupted around them.

Chen Zheng smiled and slowly walked to the shooting position.

He didn't even lie down; he just stood there casually.

"He wants to shoot from a standing position? 400 meters?"

"Are you crazy? Even Sister Anran wouldn't dare to do this!"

"He's genuinely handsome, and he's genuinely faking it."

Just when everyone thought Chen Zheng was about to embarrass himself, his aura suddenly changed.

An Ran, who was watching from the sidelines, was stunned for a moment.

As a strong person herself, she could clearly sense this change in aura.

Before she could even react, Chen Zheng fired his gun.

In less than three seconds, ten bullets were fired.

The enormous recoil had no effect on him; his body remained as steady as a mountain, with only his arm muscles bulging slightly.

An eerie atmosphere descended upon the entire venue.

All the female soldiers gaped open.

"This...this is just random fighting, isn't it?"

"It definitely missed the target. With that rate of fire, even a god couldn't control it!"

"Yeah, what are you pretending for? You scared the hell out of me."

An Ran was also taken aback by Chen Zheng's imposing manner, but after not hearing the target report for a long time, she shook her head: "Instructor Chen, your posture is very cool, but shooting is about accuracy, not who shoots the fastest."

Only then did Chen Zheng lower his gun and exhale a breath of stale air: "Report the target."

There was a long silence on the other end of the walkie-talkie.

"Hey? Little Li? Speak up! Did you all miss the target?" An Ran urged impatiently.

At this moment, the target reporter's voice finally came through, his voice trembling slightly:

"Report, report..."

"All hits, all bullseyes..."

"And..." the target marksman's swallowing was clearly audible, "ten bullets, and it formed a smiley face!"

Upon hearing this, the female soldiers immediately became restless.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"Even on a 400-meter track, it would take him more than half a minute to run it!"

"I don't believe it! I want to see the target paper for myself!"

The female soldiers rushed toward the targets like madmen.

An Ran turned pale and froze on the spot.

Watching the group of figures rushing towards the target like madmen, Chen Zheng remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he couldn't help but sigh.

"That's fucking awesome!"

Just a moment ago, using this gun was as easy as using his own arm.

There's no need to aim deliberately; just raise your hand and you'll hit the target.

Is this the joy of cheating?

If a shooting skill is this outrageous, what will happen later on?

Upon thinking of this, his gaze towards An Ran's retreating figure instantly changed.

This isn't some aloof troublemaker at all; this is clearly a walking encyclopedia of experience!

Suppressing the smile that even AK couldn't hide from his lips, Chen Zheng adjusted his breathing, making his expression appear even more calm and composed.

Chen Zheng casually tossed the scorching hot 81-bar back into the pile of junk, dusted off the rust on his hands, and walked up to the petrified An Ran.

He leaned down slightly and whispered in An Ran's ear.

The two were so close that Chen Zheng could even smell the gunpowder and sweat on An Ran.

An Ran instinctively wanted to back away, but found her legs were a little weak.

"Captain An, it seems your marksmanship is still a bit too straightforward."

Chen Zheng's voice was quite magnetic, with a hint of mockery, "Sometimes, you have to bend it a little to hit the vital point."

An Ran blushed slightly.

Something about that doesn't sound right!

But the facts speak for themselves: she lost.

"You have to accept the consequences of your bet."

Chen Zheng straightened up and scanned the entire scene. The once noisy female soldiers now shrank back like quails, not daring to meet his gaze.

The female soldier who had previously called him a greyhound was now desperately trying to hide behind the crowd, afraid of being called out.

"I have won. From this moment on, my word is an absolute command."

Chen Zheng's smile faded, and he exuded a powerful aura of authority.

"Everyone, listen to this command!"

Whoosh!

No matter how resentful you are, in the military camp, the strong are respected.

These rebellious female soldiers, though wild, deeply admired the strong.

Everyone instinctively stood at attention.

Chen Zheng nodded in satisfaction.

"At ease."

"Everyone, go back and prepare for the afternoon's special training."

After saying that, he turned and left, his dashing figure making people grit their teeth in envy.

"etc!!"

A hurried shout came from behind.

Chen Zheng didn't stop walking, he just waved his hand: "What? Captain An hasn't even shouted 'I'm Xi Gou' three times yet, are you not going to admit it?"