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

An Ran leaned against the pillar, her right arm hanging limply, clearly indicating that she had injured her tendons and bones.

Qin Hong leaned against the wall, a trace of blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, clutching her ribs, her expression pained.

"You motherfucker... you crazy woman..."

Qin Hong spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. "It feels stupid to ask this, but is it really necessary?"

"As for..."

An Ran wiped the blood off her face and smiled slightly, "Because he is my instructor."

After they finished speaking, their gazes simultaneously fell on the floor not far away.

There lay two pistols that had just fallen.

The distance is less than three meters.

This is the final decisive moment.

In an instant, the two men lunged at the pistol on the ground.

Qin Hong moved very quickly, rolling over, picking up the gun, turning around and hiding behind cover, gripping the gun with both hands and aiming.

An Ran was a beat too slow.

Because she couldn't move her right hand, she used her left hand to pick up the gun.

In that instant, Qin Hong raised her gun, the dark muzzle pointing directly at An Ran's forehead.

Is the outcome already decided?

No.

Just as Qin Hong was about to pull the trigger...

An Ran immediately knelt on one knee, grabbed the gun with her left hand, and suddenly flicked her wrist at an extremely strange angle.

At that moment, she closed her eyes.

She didn't look for Qin Hong's location, but relied on her intuition and the instincts she had honed under Chen Zheng's grueling training over the past month.

It's not about making the bullet curve for the sake of curves.

It was because Qin Hong was hiding behind a half-collapsed concrete slab, which was a blind spot for conventional shooting.

Only by making the bullet draw an arc and bypass that damn concrete slab can it hit her!

boom!

boom!

Two gunshots rang out almost simultaneously in the hall.

Then, the whole world seemed to fall silent.

In the spectator room, everyone held their breath, staring intently at the screen, their breathing unconsciously stopping.

However, the expected horrific scene of both of them falling to the ground did not unfold.

Only a wisp of red smoke rose slowly.

It wasn't from An Ran, but from Qin Hong's tactical helmet.

Qin Hong's finger was on the trigger, the muzzle of the HK416 gun steadily pointed at An Ran's forehead.

But it all became meaningless.

Right in the center of the helmet sensor is a shocking red paint mark.

"How... is this possible..."

Qin Hong was a little confused.

Just a moment ago, she was clearly very clever in hiding in a blind spot. Even if gun-fu could make bullets curve, it couldn't possibly curve that much!

But as it turned out, she had underestimated An Ran's gunfighting skills.

The surveillance footage in the spectator room provided the answer.

In slow motion, An Ran's flick of the wrist was so fast that only a blur remained.

As the bullet left the barrel, it spun strangely, drawing a huge arc in the air.

It flew past the edge of the cement slab and struck Qin Hong's sensor precisely.

And what about Qin Hong?

The replay showed that at the last moment, she had actually locked the gun on An Ran.

But under An Ran's frenzied momentum of leaving his defenses wide open and abandoning all defenses in pursuit of a single, fatal blow, even this battle-hardened Central Army King's fingers trembled slightly.

In that one tenth and a half second of hesitation, life and death were decided.

Qin Hong lost.

It wasn't a matter of shooting skills that led to the loss, but rather the mindset of "being willing to give everything to win."

Click.

Qin Hong lowered the muzzle of her gun and switched off the safety.

She took off her tactical helmet, revealing her somewhat disheveled long hair.

Everyone had expected that the proud Crimson Phoenix would become hysterical, or as angry as before, blaming it on luck.

But she didn't.

Qin Hong took a deep breath, exhaled all the pent-up frustration in her chest, then raised her head and smiled freely.

"Gunfighting..."

She murmured to herself, looking at An Ran who was slumped on the ground, panting heavily, with three parts regret and seven parts admiration in her eyes.

Qin Hong strode up to An Ran and extended her hand to her.

"An Ran, you win."

An Ran paused for a moment, looked at the calloused hand in front of her, and then smiled.

She didn't hesitate and grabbed Qin Hong's hand to help herself up.

Although he was in excruciating pain, his spine remained ramrod straight.

"Thank you for your concession."

Looking at her disheveled opponent, Qin Hong thought of Chen Zheng again.

"You...you all truly deserve Instructor Chen."

"If this rough gem were in the Central Military Region, it might be polished to perfection, but it might not be as vibrant and alive as it is here with you."

Then she changed the subject.

"However, you should still be careful. Instructor Chen is so powerful that it's not just us who want him, nor is it just the women's team."

"You must become stronger so that you can protect him."

After speaking, she took a step back, stood at attention, and gave An Ran a military salute.

Lowering her hand, Qin Hong resumed her decisive and efficient soldier-king demeanor, shouting at the camera above her head:

"Phoenix Team, everyone!"

"Fall back! Head back to Beijing!"

That's the demeanor of an ace.

Win with honor, lose with dignity.

As Qin Hong's figure disappeared, An Ran's body went limp, and she almost collapsed to the ground.

"Wow!!!"

Suddenly, an exaggerated wail shattered the silence.

Then came a series of earth-shaking footsteps.

"Sister Anran!!!"

Lamu rushed into the stadium first, tears streaming down her face, shouting, "We won! We really won!"

Behind her, Mulan's teammates walked in one after another.

"Don't push me! Let me hug the captain first!" Jianpan said, but was bumped to the side by Guo Huaiying's shoulder.

"Me too!" Guo Huaiying opened her arms and was about to go up and hug An Ran.

"Be gentle! You'll break the captain's arm if you do!" Song Jia shouted anxiously from behind, holding a first-aid kit in her hand.

Even the usually aloof Meng Yi couldn't suppress her smile at this moment. Although she was still pretending to touch the hilt of her knife, her steps were faster than anyone else's.

Standing in front of An Ran, everyone looked at her limp arm and her face covered in blood and dust, and their eyes immediately welled up with tears.

Lam wanted to hug her but didn't dare, so she could only circle around An Ran, wiping away tears and cursing, "Qin Hong is so ruthless, how could she have beaten her like this..."

"Alright, stop babbling. Anyone who didn't know better would think I'd sacrificed myself."

An Ran smiled weakly and pushed the crowd away with her intact left hand.

Her gaze swept through the crowd and toward the exit of the hall.

There, a figure in training uniform, holding a thermos, stood with his back to the crowd.

An Ran took a deep breath, enduring the excruciating pain in her right arm, and limped toward the figure.

The members of Mulan's team fell silent, watching their captain's retreating figure without offering any assistance.

They knew that the team leader had to walk this entire stretch of road by himself.

This was her coronation ceremony.

This time, through her own efforts, she successfully kept Chen Zheng by her side.

At this moment, she was no longer the leader of that troublesome squad that terrified all the instructors.

She is, without a doubt, the captain of the first female special operations team of the Southwest Military Region.