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

That night, the jungle was so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

It's not quiet here; in fact, it's quite noisy.

Various unknown insects chirped incessantly, and in the distance, the hooting of owls could be heard.

Under a large, sheltered rock, Mulan's female soldiers huddled together.

Except for Anran, who was on night duty, everyone else had fallen asleep.

A full day of marching, coupled with fright and a rumbling stomach, had exhausted all their strength.

Ram huddled in the crowd, muttering in her sleep, "Roasted rabbit...don't run away...add extra spice..."

An Ran leaned against a large banyan tree, gripping a tactical dagger tightly in her hand.

Her eyelids felt heavy, and her stomach was growling with hunger, but she dared not sleep.

She had to keep her eyes open.

Although that bastard Chen Zheng is gone, the danger in the forest still exists.

As the team leader, she had to look after these younger girls.

"rustle……"

The tree canopy overhead suddenly made a sound.

An Ran's entire body tensed up instantly; this was an intuition honed through countless training sessions.

She looked up abruptly, and before she could see clearly, a dark figure fell from the tree.

too fast!

An Ran reacted quickly, gripping the knife in her hand and viciously stabbing it upwards at the shadowy figure.

If this puncture lands squarely, an ordinary person would be disemboweled on the spot.

But the other party anticipated her prediction.

Snapped!

A large hand grabbed her wrist in mid-air, with terrifying strength.

An Ran was completely unable to withstand this force and felt dizzy and disoriented.

Boom!

Her back slammed heavily against the rough tree trunk.

Before An Ran could even utter a sound, she was pinned firmly to the tree.

Both wrists were grabbed by the other person's hand and raised high above their head, causing the dagger to fall to the ground.

Then, a strong leg squeezed in, the knee pressing against the inside of her thigh, lifting her up and placing her in a starfish position.

A very standard grappling technique.

A familiar scent wafted over.

A faint smell of tobacco mixed with the man's sweat and a hint of Tiger Balm.

"Hmm!"

Just as An Ran was about to call for help, a large hand wearing a tactical glove covered her mouth.

She stared wide-eyed, using the moonlight to see the person in front of her clearly.

His face was covered in camouflage paint, with only his eyes showing.

But even just by looking at those eyes, she could recognize that it was Chen Zheng!

Didn't that guy leave?!

An Ran twisted her body desperately, trying to break free from the position.

But her strength was no match for Chen Zheng.

Chen Zheng pressed down even more.

There was almost no gap between the two; through the thin training uniform, An Ran could feel the other's firm chest muscles.

Especially his knee, which was pressed against the inside of her thigh, caused An Ran's muscles to tense up with the slightest force.

"Don't move." Chen Zheng lowered his head, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe. "Is this your level of vigilance?"

"If I were the enemy, your throat would have been slit just now."

"If I were a psychopath, what else could you do besides cry?"

An Ran glared at him, her eyes reddening, and she made muffled sounds as if in protest.

Let me go! If you're so capable, fight me head-on! What kind of skill is it to resort to sneak attacks!

Chen Zheng seemed to read her mind and chuckled, "What? You're not convinced?"

"On the battlefield, no one follows the rules; it's either you die or I live."

He released his hand from An Ran's mouth, then gently pinched her chin, making her look at her sleeping teammates in the distance.

"Look at them."

"Why are they sleeping so soundly? Because they know you're here."

"An Ran, do you think you're protecting them?"

"You're hurting them."

"You, like an old hen, spread your wings to shield them from the wind and rain, but you also block their instinct to survive."

An Ran was panting heavily, her chest heaving violently.

"I didn't..." she said through gritted teeth, "I'm the captain, I have a responsibility..."

"Your responsibility isn't to be a babysitter!"

Chen Zheng's eyes turned cold, and he pushed his knee up again.

"what……"

An Ran gasped in surprise, her whole body involuntarily going limp.

"Listen." Chen Zheng leaned closer again, their breaths mingling. "From this moment on, you are dead."

"I just slit your throat with that knife."

"A dead person cannot speak, cannot move, and cannot protect their teammates."

An Ran was stunned, staring into his eyes that left no room for resistance.

"What are you going to do?"

"What for?" Chen Zheng's lips curled into a malicious smile. "I want you to be in my group, hiding in the shadows."

"I want you to see with your own eyes what they will do without your protection."

"Only by shattering their illusions can they learn how to hold a gun firmly in their hands."

"you……"

An Ran wanted to scold him, but the words wouldn't come out.

She knew that Chen Zheng was right.

One cannot be soft-hearted when leading troops.

If it were the enemy who came tonight, their entire team would have been wiped out.

"Nod, or I'll wake them up right now, tell them that their captain was taken down by me in one move, then kick them all out of the game, and announce to the whole army that the first day of Mulan's special training was a complete wipeout."

Chen Zheng released An Ran's wrist, and the latter slowly slid down the tree.

She glanced at Ram, who was talking in her sleep in the distance, then at the man in front of her, and finally gritted her teeth and nodded.

"Good girl." Chen Zheng smiled with satisfaction, reaching out to straighten her disheveled collar. "Since you're dead, you should act like a dead person."

As he spoke, Chen Zheng pulled a large black bag out of the darkness.

"What is this?" An Ran asked instinctively.

Chen Zheng unzipped the zipper, revealing a bunch of furry things inside.

An Ran was momentarily speechless: "Why...why do you carry this with you?"

"Of course, it's to surprise your best girlfriends."

"Put it on quickly!"

……

It was three in the morning, the coldest time in the jungle.

"ha……"

Ram shivered and groggily opened his eyes.

According to the schedule, it's now her turn to switch to Anran's position.

"Sis, your shift's over, go get some sleep."

Ram rubbed her eyes, yawned, and reached out to touch the spot where An Ran had just been standing.

The area my hand touched was ice cold.

There was only damp moss, no human body temperature.

Ram froze.

The drowsiness in my heart seemed to disappear instantly, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over my head.

"sister?"

Ram called out tentatively, but no one responded.

The big tree that An Ran had just leaned against was completely empty, not a single hair was visible under it.

Ram's heart began to race, and a sense of foreboding washed over her.

She frantically groped around on the ground, trying to find any trace of An Ran.

Sudden.

Her fingers touched something hard and cold.

By the moonlight filtering through the leaves, Ram could see clearly what it was.

In that instant, her pupils contracted sharply.

It is Anran's tactical dagger.

However, now only half of it remains.

The break was jagged, as if it had been forcibly snapped off by some enormous force.