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

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Meng Yi knelt on the bluestone slab, her hands tightly gripping the Mountain God's Token.

Thick blood dripped down between his fingers and onto the ground.

But just before the grief could spread...

Suddenly, intense gunfire erupted outside the ancestral hall's main gate.

The QBZ95 rifle that Ram was carrying fired, accompanied by An Ran's cold and sharp shouts, echoing continuously in the night.

The latter, enduring the pain in his right arm, held the gun in his left hand and suddenly jerked his wrist at an odd angle.

With two loud bangs, two bullets traced two arcs in the air, precisely bypassing the stone pillar cover and killing the two mercenaries who were trying to climb over the wall with headshots.

With sheer grit, the two men managed to hold off the reinforcements on the perimeter.

Ignoring the hail of bullets outside, Chen Zheng stepped forward, drew his knife, and swiftly untied the ropes binding Meng Xue.

Meng Xue, now free, didn't bother to tidy herself up. She rubbed her wrists, which were marked with red welts, and knelt down beside Meng Hu.

Chen Zheng sighed helplessly and casually glanced at Meng Shanhe's eyelids, who was tied to a pillar beside him.

The old man's pulse was steady, so he was probably just drugged and his life was not in immediate danger.

He then turned and walked toward Meng Bao's corpse, reached into his suit pocket and rummaged around for a moment, pulling out a piece of animal bone that gleamed with a yellowish light.

After weighing the two Mountain God Tokens side by side in his hand, Chen Zheng turned to look at Meng Yi, whose eyes were red.

"Including what that old man gave us, what your second uncle risked his life to protect, and what your third uncle had on him."

"We now have a total of three Mountain God Tokens."

Chen Zheng turned his gaze to the flickering firelight on the courtyard wall, a bloodthirsty smile curving his lips.

"It seems the fourth piece is still in the hands of those people outside who are eager to die."

Before he could finish speaking...

A loud bang.

The wooden door of the ancestral hall was suddenly kicked open from the outside.

Ram came running in, covered in dust and panting heavily, and yelled at Chen Zheng:

"Instructor, there are still thirty-seven Northerners on the outskirts!"

"Then some bastard just fired a signal flare into the sky, so reinforcements should be arriving soon!"

The moment this announcement was made, the already oppressive atmosphere caused by Meng Hu's tragic death instantly turned icy cold.

An Ran also walked in, suddenly exerting force with her left arm, she slid the slide of the pistol all the way down with one hand, a layer of cold sweat seeping from her forehead, her eyes fixed on the direction of the door.

Upon hearing this, Meng Yi gritted her teeth, gripped the bone knife she carried with her hand, her muscles tense, ready to rush out and perish together with those Northern Cold mercenaries.

Meng Xue, standing to the side, was so frightened that she trembled all over and quickly hugged her knees and shrank under the offering table.

Thirty-seven fully armed Northern Cold mercenaries—this firepower configuration would make them a terrifying force capable of wiping out small outposts anywhere.

Just as the women were on high alert, preparing to fight to the death.

Standing beside the shattered skeleton of the white-browed tiger, Chen Zheng naturally picked up his thermos and took a sip of goji berry water.

After finishing his water, he stretched his neck, which cracked with a series of crisp sounds. He then said casually:

"Alright, you guys stop causing trouble. Thirty-seven isn't much; it's just enough to stretch your muscles."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Zheng strode up to Lamu and casually shoved the thermos into her arms.

Ram instinctively hugged the cup with his left hand, wanting to say something, but seeing his calm and composed demeanor, he ultimately said nothing.

Chen Zheng simply put his hands in the pockets of his training pants and calmly stepped over the threshold of the gate and walked out.

For a moment, an eerie atmosphere filled the ancestral hall.

Meng Yi, An Ran, and Lamu looked at each other, their minds blank for three seconds before they finally came to their senses.

Holy crap!

Ram slapped his thigh, hurriedly picked up the assault rifle equipped with a high-powered scope, and turned to rush towards the wooden staircase on the side of the ancestral hall, wanting to provide cover for Chen Zheng.

An Ran and Meng Yi reacted immediately and scrambled up to the second floor.

The three men rushed to the wooden window frame of the second-floor attic, sticking their gun barrels out the window.

The outdoor temperature was extremely low, and the white mist exhaled by the three women slowly dissipated in the night.

The moon hung high in the night sky, and the thick snow reflected the moonlight, illuminating the entire hunter village as if it were daytime.

Chen Zheng slowly walked to the open space outside the ancestral hall and stepped into the encirclement that the Northern Cold Mercenaries had set up in advance.

Upon seeing this, the thirty-seven mercenaries immediately dispersed in a semi-fan shape.

The vanguard in the front row had already raised their assault rifles in unison, with all bolt safety engaged.

A dozen or so red laser sights were densely locked onto Chen Zheng's vital areas, such as his brow, heart, and abdomen.

Ram lay on the windowsill, his finger gripping the trigger tightly, not daring to blink.

An Ran was extremely nervous.

With such a dense crossfire network, not even a fly could escape alive.

"Fire! Smash him!"

The leader of the Northern Cold Army stood behind the encirclement and shouted sternly in the Northern Cold language.

Deafening gunfire suddenly erupted.

But at the same instant that countless tongues of fire spewed from the gun barrel, Chen Zheng's figure blurred eerily in place for a moment.

That wasn't teleportation, but rather an afterimage created when his speed reached its limit.

The dense barrage of bullets missed their mark, landing entirely on the snow where Chen Zheng had originally stood.

The mercenaries, who were firing their guns, didn't even have time to adjust their vision before their eyes blurred.

Just as a burly man carrying a heavy machine gun was about to turn the muzzle, he found that his hands holding the gun suddenly felt light.

Chen Zheng flashed to his side, gripped the scorching hot machine gun barrel tightly with one hand, his arm muscles bulging, and swung the mercenary, who weighed over 200 pounds, into the air along with his gun.

With a violent swing, the burly man, accompanied by a whistling sound, smashed into his three companions on the left who were preparing to fire, and the four of them immediately rolled into a heap.

However, the battle has only just begun.

Chen Zheng transformed into a ferocious humanoid beast, showing no intention of drawing his sidearm, and rampaged through the dense crowd.

His right arm suddenly contracted, and his waist and hips unleashed a terrifying burst of power, delivering a simple yet powerful punch that slammed into the chest of the man in front of him.

That Kevlar bulletproof vest, which was strong enough to withstand large-caliber rifle bullets, was extremely vulnerable to this punch.

The force of the punch penetrated the opponent's protective gear and shattered their entire sternum.

Before the man could even scream, he was sent flying more than ten meters away, spitting out blood, and crashed heavily into a snowdrift.

He turned around, raised his knee, and slammed his elbow down.

Every strike was incredibly precise, and every punch was accompanied by the sound of bones breaking.

These Northern Cold mercenaries, who had been running rampant along the border, had now become living punching bags for Chen Zheng to test his full strength. They died on the spot without even having a chance to fire a shot.