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

Faced with this sudden encirclement of heavy firepower, An Ran's palms involuntarily broke out in a cold sweat.

The brain silently calculates the possibility of breaking through, only to find that the odds of success are almost zero.

As the special forces captain, she was well aware of the current gap in combat capabilities between the two sides.

Meng Yi gripped the bone knife at her waist, her eyes turning fierce.

In contrast, Chen Zheng showed no sign of panic, only a low, bitter laugh.

He shook his head, his gaze sweeping over those deep-set eyes, and said with a sudden realization:

"No wonder no one in higher up wanted to take on this hot potato and had to ask the old man to hand it over to me."

"I was thinking that it was just a group of stragglers on the northern border, not enough to make the higher-ups so terrified that even the regular military search and rescue teams didn't dare to send them over in a big way."

The burly leader's eyes darkened, a murderous aura erupting within him. His finger tightened on the trigger, and he whispered again, "Give us the stuff!"

Chen Zheng completely ignored the gun muzzle that could spew deadly flames at any moment, and his eyes sharpened.

"So that's how it is. So you... Slavs, were the masterminds behind it all!"

Upon hearing this, An Ran was shocked and turned to look at the burly men.

As neighbors of the Dragon Kingdom in the north, how dare these people...

Chen Zheng snorted coldly and said through gritted teeth:

"When the Red Alliance disintegrated, some top-secret documents were leaked to the public, sparking a fierce competition among countless underground forces."

"You guys probably found out about this lab."

"For the core data in the laboratory and that first experimental subject, they searched around Changbai Mountain for twenty years, and Meng Yi's father lived until he died."

"Wow, they're really patient..."

This group of people trapped a man like Meng Yi's father to death in that dark and cold basement.

For this reason alone, killing them a hundred times wouldn't be too much.

Upon hearing this, Viktor, the leader of the Naslavs, gave a contemptuous smile.

"Those stupid pigs from the North Cold were only fit to be scouts. They entered the lab but couldn't understand anything, and they just died."

"Hand over the items, and I might let you go home alive."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Meng Yi's calf muscles tensed instantly, ready to pounce and cut the other person's throat at any moment.

The truth about the murder of his father had just been revealed when these culprits delivered themselves to his doorstep.

Ram gritted his teeth and, despite being aimed at by so many guns, stubbornly placed his hand on the assault rifle.

We might as well die together!

A bloody battle is about to break out.

Chen Zheng merely turned his head slightly and looked at the group with a cold and stern gaze.

Meng Yi's body stiffened abruptly, her hand holding the knife hanging awkwardly in mid-air.

Ram swallowed hard, obediently raised his hand, and pouted pitifully.

Having subdued the two, Chen Zheng's gaze swept rapidly across the snow-covered ground around him.

This is an open field with no cover whatsoever. Apart from knee-deep snow, there is absolutely no shelter to be found.

The enemy has more than a dozen advanced automatic weapons, forming a crossfire with no blind spots, completely blocking all retreat routes.

With his powerful body, which had been enhanced multiple times by the system, charging through a hail of bullets and killing through these dozen or so Slavic strongmen was not difficult, to say the least.

But the problem lies behind us.

An Ran's right arm was in a thick cast, the fracture had not healed, her fighting ability was greatly reduced, and she had great difficulty moving around.

Meng Xue was an ordinary girl who didn't even know how to open an insurance policy. She had absolutely no fighting ability and would fly away at the slightest stray bullet.

Meng Yi was also exhausted, and her hand holding the knife was trembling slightly.

Ram was also carrying a titanium alloy explosion-proof box weighing over 100 kilograms on her shoulder, which severely restricted her movement.

If a gun were to accidentally fire, the dense hail of bullets could instantly turn the four female soldiers into a pile of minced meat.

Have you not heard that a skilled warrior has no illustrious achievements?

Never fight a battle you are not confident of winning.

For Chen Zheng, any tactic that gambles on the probability of his players' lives is the worst tactic.

Even if it means becoming a prisoner, we must get these girls out safely.

Thinking this, Chen Zheng chuckled softly and slowly raised his left hand.

"The item is indeed in our hands."

"However, with this sub-zero weather outside, if my soldiers freeze to death, you can't afford to compensate them."

"Let's find a warm place, sit down, have a cup of hot water, and talk slowly, shall we?"

Upon hearing this, Victor was stunned.

His gaze was fixed on Chen Zheng's eyes, trying to find a trace of panic in them.

Unfortunately, there was nothing there.

The dozen or so Slavic mercenaries around them exchanged glances, their eyes behind their tactical masks filled with shock.

Having lived on the front lines of the border for so many years, this is the first time I've ever seen someone who, with a dozen automatic rifles pointed at their head, could still leisurely and confidently demand to be moved to a warmer place.

Who is surrounding whom?

This composure made Victor hesitant to overestimate himself.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his panic, and shouted sharply.

"Drop your weapons! Put your hands behind your head!"

Chen Zheng pursed his lips and turned to look at the four female soldiers behind him.

"What are you all standing there for? Throw away your guns and cooperate."

An Ran bit her lip hard and slammed the pistol onto the snow with her intact left hand.

Although Ram was very reluctant, he still slowly took off his assault rifle and threw it over.

With a stern face, Meng Yi sheathed the bone knife and threw it out along with several pistols.

Meng Xue quickly went behind Meng Yi, clutching her clothes and trembling.

Several Slavic mercenaries quickly stepped forward, tied the four men's hands behind their backs with black cable ties, and took over the heavy explosion-proof box.

When it was Chen Zheng's turn, he readily extended both hands.

The two mercenaries hurriedly wrapped the military cable ties three times, fastened the buckles, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Soon, the wind and snow intensified, and visibility dropped to less than ten meters.

Victor left two men in the basement to check on the aftermath, while the remaining ten or so men escorted Chen Zheng and his group toward a stronghold deeper into Changbai Mountain.

Along the way, An Ran kept her head down, feeling guilty.

If his right arm hadn't been injured, he might have been able to help the instructor share the firepower and fight his way out.

Now, not only have they become a complete burden, but they've also dragged their instructors into becoming prisoners of war to negotiate with the enemy's stronghold.

Meng Xue was in an even worse situation. Her tattered clothes offered no protection from the cold wind, and she was freezing with tears and snot streaming down her face. She could only cling to Meng Yi like a koala.

"Sis... are we going to be sold to Siberia to dig potatoes?"

Meng Yi nudged her sister hard with her shoulder and scolded her in a low voice, "Don't think nonsense. With the instructor here, even if the sky falls, it's okay."

After spending this time together, Meng Yi has gained a deep understanding of Chen Zheng's combat capabilities.