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

In the evening, the four of them walked out of the research institute together.

No one mentioned yesterday's unpleasantness, as if the argument had never happened.

When they reached the intersection, An Ran suddenly whispered, "Tomorrow... you should go to the Phoenix team."

"I'll go with you."

Chen Zheng nodded.

"You can tell by eating it."

Li Yue, who was walking behind, started the team messaging again.

Li Yue: So they've made up?

Keyboard: Not completely repaired, but it looks pretty much done.

Li Yue: So, shall we continue with our "Commanders' Battle of Wits in Love" project?

Keyboard: Of course, keep going! Comrade, we still need to work harder!

Li Yue: Received! Also... is the instructor really helping me investigate my dad's affairs?

Keyboard: Really. All the data I ran this afternoon was from your dad's knee joint imaging and Lanmeng's gene pathway analysis. The instructor told me not to tell you yet, but you saw it yourself, so there's nothing I can do.

Li Yue did not reply.

She kept her head down and walked silently, subtly wiping the corner of her eye with her sleeve.

……

The next day, early in the morning.

The four-person team gathered in the lobby of the guesthouse.

Chen Zheng leaned against the counter at the front desk, calmly drinking goji berry water.

An Ran stood to his right, her face still cold.

She was the one who said last night that she insisted on going to the Phoenix team's base for a visit.

But when it was actually time to leave today, she felt uneasy all over and kept a straight face.

Originally, An Ran meant that the two of them should go together.

However, Chen Zheng always felt it wasn't right to leave the other two at the guesthouse, so he simply made a grand gesture and packed Li Yue and Jianpan along with them.

Li Yue and Jianpan huddled behind a load-bearing pillar about five meters away, peeking out cautiously.

"It's obvious they've made up, isn't it?"

"It's not just making up, it's going too far."

After Chen Zheng finished drinking the water and screwed the lid on the cup, he glanced at An Ran, who was standing next to him, her whole body tense.

"Shall we go?"

"Okay." An Ran nodded to Dean, then followed closely behind Chen Zheng.

Half an hour later, the taxi came to a steady stop at the entrance of the Phoenix team's base.

This place is shockingly large.

The modern stadium, visible to the naked eye, is covered with high-tech composite materials.

While Mulan's camp wasn't exactly impoverished, it certainly paled in comparison to this.

The various automated target drones and electronic countermeasures equipment make one sigh, truly, being born in the capital city brings a touch of luxury.

Qin Hong was already waiting at the main entrance.

She was wearing a brand-new special forces training uniform, and her high ponytail was tied up meticulously.

The spirit he exudes is basically the same as that of the model operas of the last century.

Seeing Chen Zheng get out of the car, Qin Hong's eyes lit up, and she strode over to greet him, extending her right hand.

"Instructor Chen, we've been waiting for you!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the passenger door was forcefully pushed open.

An Ran strode down, quickly walked around the front of the car, and stood steadily next to Chen Zheng.

Qin Hong's smile froze for a moment, but she recovered in the next second, withdrew her hand, looked at An Ran, and smiled politely.

"Captain Anran is here too? Welcome!"

An Ran nodded expressionlessly.

"Captain Qin."

The two stared at each other from a distance of less than a meter.

Seeing this, Keyboard quickly shrank behind Li Yue.

"If a fight breaks out, we'll run away and let the instructors handle it."

Li Yue swallowed hard and nodded repeatedly.

The tour has officially begun.

Qin Hong led the way, explaining the base's facilities and the tactical adjustments made after losing the last competition in detail.

The explanation was fairly honest, and it was clear that the speaker genuinely wanted Chen Zheng's guidance.

Whenever they reached a key facility, Qin Hong would habitually move closer to Chen Zheng and turn her head to ask for his opinion.

An Ran walked on the other side of Chen Zheng.

She appeared to be looking ahead and listening attentively, but all her attention was focused on the distance between Qin Hong and Chen Zheng.

Qin Hong took a step closer to Chen Zheng.

An Ran immediately moved a little closer to Chen Zheng as well.

Chen Zheng walked in the middle, carrying a thermos.

On the left, Qin Hong was chattering away, while on the right, An Ran was inexplicably crowding towards her.

Li Yue watched from behind, her heart pounding with fear, and quietly tugged at the keyboard's sleeve.

"The instructor's ability to withstand pressure is truly amazing; I would have suffocated long ago."

Keyboard pushed up his glasses, looking like he knew exactly what was going on.

"This is what it means to remain calm even when Mount Tai collapses before you. Do you even know what the demeanor of a master is?"

The group walked to the shooting training range.

Several female soldiers from the Phoenix team are practicing high-difficulty moving target shooting.

The gunshots were crisp and rapid, and every bullet hit its mark.

It's clear that he has improved a lot since the last competition in the Southwest Military Region.

After finishing one round, Qin Hong turned to Chen Zheng and asked with a smile, "Instructor Chen, how do you think my shooting skills compare to Hua Mulan's?"

This was largely just normal business communication.

It's just colleagues checking each other out; there's no other meaning behind it.

But when An Ran heard these words, it was a different story.

To her, the phrase "compared to Mulan" was a provocation.

Qin Hong is planning to use Mulan as a stepping stone to show off the progress of their Phoenix team.

Rationally, she knew that Qin Hong might not have meant that, but her brain wouldn't listen to reason.

An Ran suddenly stopped and turned to stare at Qin Hong.

"Our Mulan shooting training doesn't need to be compared with others."

The atmosphere instantly turned cold.

Qin Hong was also taken aback.

She looked at An Ran's frosty face, and the corners of her mouth slowly curled up.

interesting.

Qin Hong ignored An Ran's words and instead turned to look at Chen Zheng.

"Instructor Chen's tactical system is indeed unique, and I will need to learn more from him later."

Seeing that she completely ignored him, An Ran's breathing became heavier and she clenched her fists.

Continuing further in, we arrived at the combat training area.

In the middle of the field, two Phoenix players are engaged in close combat.

His moves were fierce, and every punch landed squarely.

Chen Zheng stood there for a while, put down his thermos, and casually pointed out a few flaws.

"The chassis is unstable, and when I exert force with my right leg, my center of gravity shifts. If my opponent knows how to grapple, that leg will be useless."

"And his left hook was pulled back too slowly, leaving him wide open. If they really fought, he'd be dead twice over."

Qin Hong nodded repeatedly as she listened, and immediately pulled out a small notebook the size of her palm from her pocket, taking notes and asking questions as she went.

"How do you conduct targeted training for weight transfer? Do you have specific weight standards?"

Seeing this, An Ran almost ground her back teeth to powder.

After their conversation, Qin Hong finished taking notes, closed her notebook, and looked up at Chen Zheng.

"Instructor Chen, all talk and no action is useless. Why don't you demonstrate it yourself?"