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

Anran squatted down next to the little girl and glanced down at her.

The latter noticed the gaze and looked up.

The two stared at each other for less than a second.

The little girl's lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just pursed her lips and turned back to stare at the front of the corridor.

Her body was trembling, but she did not back down.

Her body was afraid, but her heart was not.

At the end of the corridor, the sound of metal being cut grew closer.

Chen Zheng walked to An Ran's side and whispered, "We're almost at the side passage. I'll go block that entrance."

An Ran looked at him, frowning. "Are you alone?"

"The side passage is narrow, and it becomes difficult to maneuver when there are too many people."

Chen Zheng took the spare magazine out of his tactical vest, checked it, and put it back in.

"You stay here. When they charge the first line of defense, have the patients help hold them off."

"If you can't hold out, retreat to the second lane. If you can't hold out on the second lane either, retreat towards the old chapel."

"The entrance to the transfer well that the old woman mentioned should be not far ahead."

An Ran nodded.

Chen Zheng turned to leave, but stopped after taking two steps.

"There's one more thing."

"explain."

"That little girl." Chen Zheng tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over the small, thin figure crouching behind the bed. "She's more reliable than you think."

After saying that, he left.

The footsteps quickly disappeared at the entrance of the side passage.

Anran stood behind the first line of defense, pressed the gun against her chest, and looked to the left and right.

Some of these patients couldn't even stand up, some had needles inserted into their bodies, and some were deathly pale.

But they all stood behind the bed; not one of them was a coward.

The old woman leaned against the wall, her hand resting on the railing of a bed, her eyes fixed on what lay ahead.

The middle-aged man held an oxygen cylinder in his arms, ready to throw it at any moment.

The man who had been on an IV drip had already removed the needle, his sleeves were covered in blood, but he was bracing himself on the bed frame with his hands, his teeth grinding together.

At the end of the corridor, the door had been cut open.

A metal plate was kicked away, and three fully armed men rushed in through the gap.

They saw the hospital bed lying across the corridor and paused for less than a second.

The leader reached out to flip the bed.

The old woman gave a low shout: "Up!"

Everyone exerts their strength at the same time.

A dozen hands pressed down on various points on the two beds, pushing them forward with all their might.

The pursuers didn't expect the group of patients to resist. Their first attempt to push them was unsuccessful, and they were stuck at the corner.

The middle-aged man flung the medicine tray, and the metal tray spun and flew out, hitting the second person's mask.

The man who had pulled out his IV needle grabbed the IV stand, stuck it out through the gap in the bed, and poked the person opposite him in the calf.

The frame is made of aluminum alloy, it's not heavy, but it's angled cleverly, fitting perfectly behind the knees.

The person opposite cried out in pain, swayed, and bumped into their companion.

The two people squeezed together, huddled together in the narrow corner.

The little girl lay on her stomach under the bed, gripping a steel pipe she had somehow found, and thrust it forward, hitting the leader's ankle squarely.

The man cursed in pain, and as he looked down, the old woman cried out again.

"push!"

The patients pushed together again, and the two beds moved forward half a step, forcing the three pursuers back to the edge of the gap.

The corridor was in complete chaos.

The medicine bottle shattered on the ground, the IV tube was broken, and the liquid spilled all over the floor.

It was chaotic, but everyone was pushing forward.

Anran stood safely at the second line of defense, gun pointed forward, ready to provide backup fire at any moment.

But she found that she didn't need to fire the gun for the time being.

The pursuers were cornered at the corner, unable to maneuver in such a narrow corridor; they could barely even raise their guns.

Just then, another young man heard even more rapid footsteps coming from behind, and his face turned pale instantly.

"There's too much...we can't handle it..."

He reached out to pull the locked bed wheels, trying to break down the defenses and surrender.

The little girl crawled out from under the bed, pounced on him, and held his hand tightly.

"What are you doing!"

In her desperation, she clung to the man's arm, yelling, "If you pull me away now, everyone behind me will be doomed!"

The young man was startled by her and froze in place.

The old woman reached over from the side and slapped the man on the back of the head.

"Hold on!"

"Do you want to be dragged back for more needles, or do you want to leave standing up!"

The man's lips trembled twice, and finally he withdrew his hand and pressed it back onto the bed frame.

The little girl let go, retreated behind the bed, and her hands trembled more and more violently.

She turned and glanced at An Ran.

An Ran met her gaze and felt a tremor in her heart.

She had been thinking about how her cooking could help save these people.

But it was only at this moment that she truly realized that they themselves were also working hard and desperately.

Even with needle marks all over his body, even without a pair of shoes, even with the enemy in front of him fully armed.

They pushed hospital beds, smashed medicine trays, and used IV stands to cut other people's legs.

A man who had just learned to walk was in so much pain that he was gasping for breath, sweat dripping down his face, but he was still gritting his teeth and pushing forward.

At this moment, they are all fighting to survive and to get out.

An Ran took a breath and shouted.

"Keep holding on!"

"I'll go clear the way; the old chapel is just ahead!"

"Go for it! Fight for victory! Fight for survival!"

The old woman nodded to her, her grip on her hand not loosening in the slightest.

An Ran turned and ran deeper into the corridor, her footsteps making a pattering sound as she stepped on the broken glass and spilled liquid.

Just as she was about to reach the next corner, she heard a flurry of footsteps coming from the side passage.

a lot of.

Much more than the previous batch.

There was also the sound of guns being cocked.

An Ran paused, turned around, and glanced back.

The patients are still holding the first line of defense, and the old lady's voice has become hoarse from shouting.

The little girl crouched behind the bed, clutching the steel pipe in her hand, her eyes wide open.

The entrance to the side passage is on An Ran's right, less than ten meters away.

The footsteps were getting incredibly close.

An Ran gripped her gun tightly, about to turn and face him...

A figure emerged from the depths of the side passage.

It was Chen Zheng.

Chen Zheng's tactical vest had two new scratches, and his left sleeve was stained with someone's blood.

But his expression remained calm, and his breathing remained even.

He glanced back at the side passage, then looked at An Ran, and said calmly, "Take the people and continue forward."

An Ran opened her mouth, about to say something.

However, Chen Zheng had already turned around, facing the side passage, and pulled his gun out from behind his waist.

Deep inside the side passage, the sounds of hurried footsteps and loading guns grew ever closer.

He stood there, without turning around, calmly guarding his back.