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

Upstairs, Ram gripped his rifle with both hands, his eyes wide and mouth agape, completely forgetting to fire for cover.

An Ran's hand, which was originally aimed at the enemy below, froze in mid-air.

This is no battle; it's a one-sided massacre.

In less than six minutes, the entire heavy firepower encirclement was completely broken through by this flesh and blood body.

The wailing on the snow gradually faded away, leaving only the last leader of the Northern Cold.

The leader's legs trembled uncontrollably, his expression filled with terror.

Looking at his men lying on the ground, seemingly dead, he pulled a military dagger from the outside of his tactical boot.

That's the instinct of a professional assassin to fight back in a desperate situation.

He pushed off the ground with both legs and charged forward, the sharp tip of his knife aimed directly at Chen Zheng's abdomen.

An Ran on the second floor almost cried out in surprise.

Faced with this sudden thrust, Chen Zheng didn't even bother to pull his hands out of his pockets.

puff.

The dagger pierced his abdomen with pinpoint accuracy.

The sharp blade easily sliced ​​through the thin training uniform and pressed against the skin.

The sinister smile that had just appeared on the face of the Northern Cold leader instantly froze into a look of utter disbelief.

He felt as if the all-out strike had pierced a piece of titanium alloy.

The dagger barely pierced the skin before it could go any further, and not even a drop of blood came out.

With that kind of physical strength, you're a human, I'd eat you!

The leader looked at the knife in his hand, then looked up at Chen Zheng, unsure of how to react.

Chen Zheng lowered his eyes, glanced coldly at the dagger, and a smile appeared on his lips.

He took advantage of the opponent's forward momentum, slightly shifted his body, and suddenly lowered his shoulder, delivering a powerful iron-mountain lean into the leader's chest.

boom.

The next second, the leader was thrown backward, his feet leaving his body, and he crashed heavily onto the bluestone wall outside the ancestral hall.

The immense impact instantly caused cracks to spread across the wall, leaving only a dented, human-shaped crater.

The leader slumped into the wall, his bones broken, and a fourth Mountain God Token, glowing with yellow light, rolled onto the pristine snow.

By the second-floor window, An Ran silently memorized this exaggerated physical strength, suppressing her shock and clenching her teeth without making a sound.

The leader, embedded in the wall, quickly lost focus. With his last breath, he mumbled a few words in his mother tongue.

Chen Zheng, who is fluent in multiple languages, raised an eyebrow and immediately understood the Northern Han language.

"The boss already knows. You're all going to die."

It seems the muddy waters deep within Changbai Mountain are even more treacherous than anticipated.

There is clearly a higher-level behind-the-scenes force controlling the entire situation.

Chen Zheng pursed his lips, bent down to pick up the fourth Mountain God Token from the snow, weighed it in his hand, and turned back into the ancestral hall.

Along the path he walked, the unconscious or dead people on both sides of the road were arranged into two neat rows of mounds of corpses.

Back inside the ancestral hall, the three women ran downstairs.

Chen Zheng strode up to Lamu and took the thermos from her arms.

Ram stared blankly at the two neat rows of people outside the window, speechless for a long time.

Ten minutes later, she finally managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"Instructor, I thought I was used to your crazy methods... but I realized today that I wasn't."

The four female soldiers didn't fire a single bullet throughout the entire battle.

Chen Zheng ignored her completely and simply took out all the animal bones he had just collected from his pocket.

pat.

Four mountain god tokens were placed side by side on the ground.

He then turned to Meng Yi, who was standing to the side: "Where is the forbidden area?"

When Chen Zheng asked her question, Meng Yi's gaze fell on the ancestral animal bones, and she slowly shook her head.

"I don't know where the forbidden area is... but the situation is urgent. Let me settle Grandpa and my sister first, and then I'll take you into the mountains!"

……

It must be said that Meng Yi is very quick in handling the aftermath of the situation.

She handed over her terrified younger sister Meng Xue, her unconscious grandfather Meng Shanhe, and the heavy body of her second uncle Meng Hu to her grandfather's old comrade-in-arms who had appeared earlier.

After arranging everything, the four-person team didn't stop and immediately plunged into Changbai Mountain.

As the altitude continued to rise, the surrounding temperature dropped sharply, soon exceeding minus twenty degrees Celsius.

Ram had already wrapped himself in his polar cold-weather suit, curling up into a ball, trudging through the knee-deep snow, constantly complaining.

"Even penguins have to hibernate in this lousy place. When we get back to the base, I'm going to have ten whole roasted lambs to help me recover."

As she spoke, her breath instantly frosted over her tactical mask.

An Ran was in slightly better condition. She held a pistol in one hand, pulled her collar up to the maximum, and silently followed in the middle of the group, maintaining a high level of alertness at all times.

Meng Yi walked at the front, clearing the way.

This female hunter, born in the Greater Khingan Mountains, moved with light and steady steps, showing no signs of being hindered.

In this harsh natural environment, the wild blood flowing through her veins was completely ignited, and her hunter instincts soared to their peak.

Simply put, it's about getting the feel for it.

At the very back of the group, Chen Zheng was still wearing his thin training uniform, holding a stainless steel thermos in both hands, walking at a leisurely pace.

What shocked Ram even more was that he exhaled very little white mist.

As time passed, the wind and snow grew increasingly violent and raging, almost completely obscuring the view.

Meng Yi suddenly stopped in front of a thick birch tree and looked up to stare at the texture of the bark.

The trunk of this ancient tree was covered with a thick layer of ice on the shady side, making it look no different from the surrounding trees.

She raised an eyebrow, then pulled out the bone knife she always carried from her waist, carefully scraping away the ice crust with the tip of the blade.

As fine ice shards continued to fall, a groove gradually became visible.

Due to its age, the edges of the engraving are somewhat blurred, but a crooked, simple line drawing of a little person can still be barely discerned.

Upon seeing this pattern, Meng Yi's eyes welled up with tears again.

That was a portrait of Meng Yi's father that she casually scribbled on the heated kang bed when she was five years old.

When my father took one look, he immediately complained with a look of disgust that the drawing was too ugly and looked like a hairy potato.

Unexpectedly, this seemingly rugged Northeastern man not only memorized the pattern but also carved it here as a coded road sign.

She took a deep breath of the cold air, suppressed the surging emotions in her heart, and continued deeper into the forest following the concealed location indicated by the first engraving.