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

Chen Zheng's casual words of advice left Yao Yao stunned, and she began to think about them slowly.

A few minutes later, she braced herself with her hands on the ground and shakily stood up again.

After taking a deep breath, Yao Yao closed her eyes and, strictly following Chen Zheng's instructions, focused all her attention on the muscles in her abdomen and waist.

The next second, she suddenly opened her eyes, her abdominal muscles contracted sharply, and she slammed her legs into the ground.

brush!

Only a blurry afterimage remained on the cement ground.

Yao Yao's petite figure spun rapidly in a figure-eight pattern before coming to a steady stop in front of An Ran.

The entire process was smooth and seamless, without any pauses; the movements were frighteningly fluid.

What's even more terrifying is that after completing this set of movements, Yao Yao didn't even gasp for breath.

Holy crap!

Ram was startled, his face filled with shock.

An Ran's pupils contracted sharply as she stared intently at the trajectory Yao Yao had just left behind, a cold sweat breaking out on her back.

As a martial arts expert, she knew this better than anyone else.

If you encounter an assassin with that kind of speed in actual combat, you might not even have a chance to draw your gun.

Yao Yao looked down at her feet, which were now significantly less sore, then suddenly looked up at Chen Zhengshi not far away.

Holy crap, the instructors have definitely been fired!

Chen Zheng looked at the little girl's shining eyes, his face expressionless, but he already had a new plan in mind.

This girl's talent is too good. That kind of instinctive movement that is ingrained in her bones cannot be taught by conventional methods.

All I could do was guide her to perfect this talent.

She glanced coldly at Yao Yao's flat stomach and sneered inwardly.

We need to tailor a specific set of physical training exercises for this girl.

Extreme core strength training, devilish squats, and super-heavy deadlifts should all be doubled.

If we don't work out this skinny little girl's abs, her talent will be wasted.

……

The following day at noon, outside the brigade commander's office building of the Southwest Military Region.

A car with a special license plate ignored the warning sign at the entrance and came to a sudden stop in front of the steps.

The car door opened, and an elderly man with a full head of silver hair, dressed in a black Tang suit, got out of the car.

He was none other than the inner elder of the Zong family, the Zongzheng.

Zong Zheng raised his chin, surveying the military district building in front of him, a hint of arrogance on his lips.

Two burly men in suits immediately got out of the car and stood guard on either side of him.

The two guards on duty frowned and immediately stepped forward with their guns to question him.

Before the soldier could speak, Zongzheng produced an identification document.

Upon seeing the identification, the two soldiers saluted and let the group in.

They went directly to the brigade commander's office on the third floor.

boom.

The door was pushed open roughly.

An Jianjun was reviewing documents while wearing his reading glasses when he heard the impolite noise. He looked up abruptly and frowned.

He was about to lose his temper when he saw the family genealogy book that the clan leader had thrown at him, along with several official documents stamped with red seals, and he suppressed his anger.

Zongzheng pulled out a chair and sat down casually.

"Commander An, let's not beat around the bush."

"I am the Elder of the Clan, the Third Elder of the Inner Sect."

"This genealogy and guardianship documents can prove that Zong Yao is a direct descendant of my clan."

"I came here in person today to bring my good-for-nothing granddaughter home."

An Jianjun rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache.

These ancient martial arts families rarely show their faces, but their networks of relationships across various sectors are quite complex.

The approval documents in front of us are complete, and they even have the signature of a big shot on them.

Logically speaking, as a direct relative and guardian, the other party wanted to bring back a younger person, and the military really had no reason to forcibly detain them.

The problem is that Zong Yao is currently an active-duty soldier.

What's worse, that girl is a member of Mulan's team.

Who was Mulan's instructor?

That's Chen Zheng!

When his protective nature kicks in, let alone a mere clan elder, even the Heavenly King himself would be in serious trouble.

"Elder Zong, this matter is probably a bit troublesome." An Jianjun took off his reading glasses, crossed his hands to support his chin, and said as politely as possible, "Zong Yao is currently an active-duty special forces soldier in the Southwest Military Region, assigned to the Hua Mulan Special Operations Team. Without a formal transfer order from headquarters, no one can take her away."

Zongzheng sneered, his face full of disdain.

"Active-duty special forces? Commander An, you must be joking." He leaned forward slightly. "That girl Yao Yao has been frail and sickly since childhood. How could she possibly join the special forces? The military has probably tricked the girl and wants to take advantage of our clan's secret techniques."

As he spoke, Zongzheng slapped his thigh, and a domineering aura emanated from him.

"The clan has a history spanning hundreds of years, and its heritage is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people."

"Since Yao Yao's surname is Zong, she must abide by the Zong family's rules. I've come today, and I can't leave empty-handed!"

An Jianjun couldn't help but feel a little unhappy.

This old guy is really fearless, daring to come here and cause trouble.

To put it bluntly, if you directly threaten a brigade commander, he will just shoot him dead on the spot, and at most he will have to write a self-criticism afterwards.

Just as An Jianjun was about to press the alarm button under the table to call for help.

boom!

The poor office door was kicked open again.

The loud noise startled the two bodyguards behind Zongzheng, who immediately tensed their muscles and instinctively looked over.

Chen Zheng walked in wearing camouflage clothing.

Upon entering, he didn't even glance at the three uninvited guests in the room, and went straight to Zongzheng's side.

"Brigadier General An, the threshold for our military region's gates is getting lower and lower. Now, just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can come in and freeload off the air conditioning?"

The air in the office instantly turned cold upon hearing this.

Zongzheng's face darkened, and a surge of anger rose within him.

As a senior elder of the main sect, he was always treated as a distinguished guest wherever he went. When had he ever been ridiculed like this by a junior?

An Jianjun quickly pointed to Chen Zheng and introduced him: "Elder Zong, this is Chen Zheng, the chief instructor of the Hua Mulan Special Forces Team."

"Instructor Chen is now in charge of everything concerning Yao Yao."

Upon hearing that he was Mulan's instructor, Zongzheng sized up Chen Zheng, his disdain growing even stronger.

The person in front of me showed no signs of true energy, and had no proper posture. I don't know how he became an instructor.

He snorted and pushed the documents to the center of the coffee table.

"Instructor Chen, right? Very well, I won't waste any more words."

"Yaoyao is a member of the main family; this is the family genealogy and guardianship certificate."

"Go and complete the formalities immediately and hand over the person. I'm taking them away right now."

Chen Zheng didn't even look at it.

"Yaoyao is my soldier."

"If you are in Mulan's team for a day, you are Mulan in life and in death."

"Even if she's half-dead, she's still Mulan's living dead!"