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

"Stop acting like a melodrama!"

Suddenly, Jianpan rushed back, grabbed Yao Yao by the collar, and pulled her up from the ground.

"Want to AFK? No way!"

"If you have the energy to cry, you'd better run a few more steps for me!"

He started cursing and swearing on the keyboard, then grabbed one of Yao Yao's arms.

"Ram! Set up the other side!"

"Coming!" Ram wiped the sweat from his face and rushed over to support the other side.

"One, two! One, two! Let's go!"

The two of them forcefully supported Yao Yao, whose legs were kicking wildly, and continued to run forward.

"Let me go, it hurts, oh my god... it really hurts..." Yao Yao cried out.

"Hold on!" the keyboard roared. "As long as the health bar isn't empty, keep replenishing it!"

……

On the tree.

Seeing this, An Ran's eyes instantly turned red.

These are her soldiers.

Even at this point, they did not abandon anyone.

Chen Zheng looked at the three disheveled figures below, and his eyes finally showed a slight change.

"good."

……

The last two kilometers.

The Cliff of Broken Souls is right in front of us.

It was a mountain peak with steep cliffs.

"We're here... right there..."

Every breath Ram took was searingly painful.

They were too tired to run anymore.

It was entirely through sheer willpower that they were moving forward step by step.

Yao Yao's legs left two long tracks on the ground, and her shoes were worn out.

"I'll climb...I'll climb up no matter what..."

The three of them used both their hands and feet to trek arduously along the steep mountain path.

Nails cracked, knees scraped, but no one stopped at that moment.

When they finally climbed over the last rock and reached the platform at the top of the cliff.

The time has just reached zero.

The setting sun, like blood, dyed the entire Broken Soul Cliff a crimson red.

And on that cliff edge.

A tall figure stood with his back to them, hands clasped behind his back.

He was dressed in a black combat uniform and wore a black gas mask, exuding a powerful sense of oppression in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The wind whistled and howled.

The three of them collapsed to the ground, too weak to even lift their heads, and could only gasp for breath as they watched that figure's retreating back.

That's the end.

It is also a trial.

The figure slowly turned around.

Beneath the black mask, his expression was obscured; only a pair of deep, dark eyes were visible.

He raised his hand and gently beckoned to the three girls on the ground who were almost unable to move.

"Come."

Across from him, three figures stood up unsteadily.

"Get him!"

Ram let out a roar and then led the charge.

At this moment, they abandoned all formalities and returned to their most primal instincts—the mad dog fighting style.

"Blinding!"

With a loud shout, Jianpan threw a handful of mud and gravel at Chen Zheng's face.

At the same time, Yao Yao slid along the ground, opened her mouth, and pointed her white teeth directly at Chen Zheng's inner thigh.

If you bite down hard, you can tear off a chunk of meat.

Ram leaped high into the air, his injured arm seemingly oblivious to the pain, and locked itself straight for Chen Zheng's neck.

They're all low-down tricks.

But when faced with life and death, no one cares about martial ethics.

"Oh."

A soft laugh came from beneath the mask.

Chen Zheng didn't even take his hands out from behind his back; he just turned slightly to the side, and his foot slipped strangely.

The sand and dust kicked up by the keyboard hit nothing but splashed all over Ram's face as she lunged at him.

Then, Chen Zheng reached out with one hand.

His movements were slow, but he precisely grabbed Ram's wrist, and then pulled and pushed it.

Using minimal force to achieve maximum effect.

"Go on."

Ram felt a surge of force, and her body flew out uncontrollably, crashing straight into Yao Yao on the ground.

boom!

The two rolled around in a ball, getting their mouths full of mud.

"Too weak."

Chen Zheng stood still, patting off non-existent dust from his sleeves. His voice, filtered through his mask, sounded somewhat muffled.

"Is this your limit? You can't even touch the hem of my clothes?"

"Again!"

Ram climbed out of the mud pit, staring fiercely at Chen Zheng.

Once, twice, three times...

This was a complete one-sided crushing defeat.

Chen Zheng was teasing a few kittens; his movements seemed casual, but each time he made a move, he managed to throw them right into a mud puddle.

The force was controlled so that they felt intense pain without breaking any bones.

He is gradually wearing down their will.

Ten minutes later.

The flat ground at the top of the cliff was full of pits and slip marks.

"Huff... huff..."

The keyboard lay on the ground, and his glasses had already been knocked off.

Yao Yao didn't even have the strength to shout anymore; she was limp like a puddle of mud.

Only Ram.

The resilient Tibetan girl stood up again, albeit unsteadily.

She was covered in mud, and the wound on her left arm had reopened, with blood dripping from her fingertips onto the ground.

But her eyes remained fierce.

"It's not over yet..."

Ram was panting heavily, staring intently at the spotless man.

She suddenly moved.

She seized the opportunity when Chen Zheng moved, rolled over, and desperately opened her arms to hug Chen Zheng's right leg tightly.

"Um?"

Chen Zheng raised an eyebrow, trying to pull his leg out, but found that the girl was surprisingly strong.

Ram buried her face in Chen Zheng's military boots, and no matter how Chen Zheng shook her, she seemed to be welded to them, refusing to let go.

"Walk!"

Ram raised his head, veins bulging on his neck, and roared at the two men on the ground with all his might.

"Cross the line! As long as you cross the line, you win!"

"Leave me alone! Let's go!"

Her voice was shrill, echoing in the wind.

The red finish line was just three meters behind Chen Zheng.

The keyboard jolted violently.

As she looked at Ram, who was holding the BOSS's aggro tightly, tears mixed with mud and water streamed down her face.

"Survival is victory..."

She gritted her teeth and used both hands and feet to desperately crawl towards the red line.

Yao Yao also moved, crawling towards the darkness ahead.

one meter.

Half a meter.

Chen Zheng looked down at the girl at his feet, whose face was covered in blood but who was still baring her teeth at him.

He tried to lift his leg, and Ram's body was lifted off the ground, but his calf was still firmly locked.

"Is this your level of awareness?"

Chen Zheng asked softly, a slight smile playing on his lips beneath the mask.

"Yes!" Ram bit down hard on his trouser leg. "Even if it means death, I'll hold you back!"

Just then, a faint sound came from behind.

The keyboard and Yao Yao's hand finally crossed that red line.

The two used their last bit of strength to roll over, then collapsed completely to the ground, panting heavily.

"You've crossed the line..."

The keyboard weakly raised its hand and gave the middle finger, it's unclear who it was meant to be seen with.

The wind stopped.

Chen Zheng stopped struggling.

He looked down at Ram, who was still refusing to give in, and sighed softly.

"Let go, or my pants will be torn if you bite me again."

Ram paused for a moment, his tense muscles slowly relaxed, and he slid to the ground.

Chen Zheng raised his hand and took off his black gas mask.