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

No sooner had the two finished speaking than a roar suddenly erupted from the radio loudspeaker.

"What did you say?! Slavic special forces battalion?! Japanese biological virus?!"

Then came a series of sounds of chairs falling over.

"Quickly! Report to the commander and sound the highest-level air defense siren for the entire military region! Immediately notify the chemical defense regiment! Notify the 1st Air Combat Brigade!"

"Sir, please stay where you are! Don't even breathe! Our men are on their way!"

Then came a series of urgent alarm sounds.

The entire border defense area of ​​the Northeast Military Region was in complete uproar at this moment.

Chen Zheng moved the microphone further away and gave a helpless, bitter smile.

……

After half an hour.

The strong winds outside the wooden house gradually subsided.

Ram squatted in the middle of the ruins, piecing together the stove he had just kicked over, and stuffing it in with a few pieces of good charcoal from the Slavic war supplies pile.

The faint flames rekindled, and the temperature inside the room finally rose a little.

Meng Xue had long since exhausted all her strength during the ups and downs of the kidnapping, and now she leaned on Meng Yi's shoulder and fell into a deep sleep.

Even as she drifted off to sleep, the curve of her clothes under the tear still rose and fell dramatically with her shallow breathing, revealing large patches of her fair skin that were quite dazzling in the firelight.

Ram sat opposite her by the fire, her gaze unconsciously falling on the expanse of white. She swallowed hard, looked down at her still-flat winter coat, and clicked her tongue in disapproval.

She stretched out her arm and nudged An Ran's uninjured shoulder with her elbow, whispering, "Byd, if we brought this size back to the base for physical testing, I'm afraid it wouldn't even be able to fasten a tactical bulletproof vest."

An Ran rolled her eyes at Ram, gripped the gun handle with her left hand, and tapped Ram on the head again to shut her up.

Meng Xue seemed to be disturbed by the voices and shrank back behind Meng Yi in a daze.

Meng Yi ignored Ram's resentful gaze.

Her fingers were gently touching the wolf tooth necklace hanging around her neck, and she seemed lost in thought.

Chen Zheng sat on the relatively intact wooden chair by the window and unscrewed the lid of the stainless steel thermos.

The bottom of the cup had dried up.

The hot water with goji berries that I just drank has been spilled all over Viktor's face.

Chen Zheng stood up and slowly walked to the pile of supplies in the corner to rummage through them.

He kicked aside several ammunition boxes, flipped open the wooden crates underneath, and found hard, dark bread, a large jar of pickled cucumbers, and dozens of bottles of strong vodka.

Forget about hot water, you can't even find a normal bottle of mineral water.

These Russians have absolutely no concept of health; their blood is full of alcohol.

Chen Zheng was so angry he laughed.

He walked over to Viktor, who was lying unconscious on the ground, raised his tactical boot, and kicked the guy hard in the lower back.

Even in his deep coma, Viktor let out a painful groan, his massive body instantly curling up.

"They can't even provide a cup of hot water. This outpost is a complete failure."

The waiting time always seems exceptionally long.

Several hours later.

A booming sound came from the horizon.

Then, several military green armed helicopters hovered above the wooden house.

The hatch opened, and black rappelling ropes were thrown down.

More than a dozen fully armed special forces soldiers, wearing heavy protective suits, landed quickly, carrying assault rifles equipped with tactical spotlights, and advanced in a standard tactical formation to surround the wooden house.

The wooden door was kicked open from the outside.

The leader was the same captain who had tried to avoid this mess at the airport.

The captain gripped his automatic rifle tightly with both hands, his forehead covered in cold sweat beneath his face mask.

Just a second before he rushed in, he was still imagining the horrific scenes that might happen.

When he heard the young major say on the communications channel that he had wiped out a Slavic special forces battalion, he calmed down and felt that it was simply impossible.

No matter what, those who can survive in the extreme region of the Far East must have terrifying individual combat skills.

How could a major leading a team, with only a few female soldiers who didn't even have heavy weapons, possibly accomplish that?

You might be met with Slavic fire as soon as you open this door, or even see the corpses of special forces soldiers scattered all over the ground.

Tactical boots slammed into the wooden cabin.

The captain's hand holding the gun suddenly froze in mid-air, stunned by the sight before him.

The interior of the cabin was a mess, with a large hole smashed in the wooden wall, and the air was filled with the smell of burning and blood.

A dozen or so burly Slavic men lay sprawled on the ground.

Some people's arms were twisted into strange angles, some people's sternums were obviously sunken in a large part, and their faces were full of painful expressions.

The captain's gaze swept quickly over the equipment scattered on the ground, and his breath suddenly stopped.

Russian-made large-caliber rifles, high-explosive grenades, and specially made multi-purpose paratrooper knives.

And the leader, who was kicked and curled up, had a faint black eagle tattoo on his neck.

Although it is unknown which specific unit it belongs to, this type of tattoo is generally found only in special forces units in the Far East.

However, these guys, who didn't look like ordinary people, were simply piled up in a corner.

The captain felt a chill run down his spine and struggled to look towards the center of the room.

A black explosion-proof box sat quietly on the ground.

Dozens of professional chemical defense soldiers, dressed in protective suits, rushed into the stronghold, carrying various radiation detection instruments, and began a tense, thorough scan of the surrounding environment.

The captain stared intently at the skull warning sign on the box until his eyes ached.

Even more frightening is that the titanium alloy shell, which requires several hours to cut with a professional plasma cutter, was actually torn open by brute force, creating a huge rift.

The captain's legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

Leaving aside the fact that he tore open a military-grade titanium alloy explosion-proof box with his bare hands.

There were hardly any bullet holes on the walls or floor inside the house.

This means the battle ended quickly, and most likely all of them had their bones smashed by sheer physical force.

That must be some terrifying strength and individual combat capability.

No wonder even those high-ranking officials with connections and influence were unwilling to openly intervene in this matter, yet this guy dared to venture out with only four female soldiers.

The young major in front of me was wearing a thin autumn training uniform and holding a thermos in his hand.

No ordinary person!

The captain recalled his own face on the airport tarmac and wished he could dig a hole in the ground and disappear into it.

He strode up to Chen Zheng, brought his legs together abruptly, and raised his right hand in a standard military salute.

"Sir, we are so sorry we are late. The snow and wind in the mountains are too strong, and it is difficult for armed helicopters to land. We are very grateful for your great power in controlling the situation."