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

Liu Shiyun looked up at the man standing against the light.

The sunlight was too bright, and she couldn't see Chen Zheng's face clearly; she could only feel a suffocating sense of oppression.

"No... I refuse to accept this..."

Liu Shiyun's voice was weak, but it carried a final stubbornness: "Physical fitness can be trained, tactics can be learned... If it's to establish authority, you've already done it."

"There's no need to use this excuse to drive them to extinction."

She bit her lower lip hard and said, "That's a stress response under extreme pressure, a survival instinct, not..."

"Shut up."

Chen Zheng directly interrupted her sophistry.

"Stress response?"

"To hold a pistol to a comrade's head for a single spot—is that considered a stress response?"

Liu Shiyun couldn't help but close her eyes in pain.

"To run faster, kicking a companion into the mud as a stepping stone—is that also a survival instinct?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Tang Tang next to her shuddered violently, buried her head deep into her chest, and curled up into a ball, wishing she could disappear into the ground.

Chen Zheng's gaze slowly swept over the three of them, and he chuckled.

"Mulan is a special forces team, a sharp dagger plunged into the enemy's heart."

"This isn't a harem for you to stage palace dramas!"

He reached out and gently patted Liu Shiyun's stiff cheek.

"Before even seeing the enemy, learn to point your gun at your own soldiers."

"Soldiers like this are not only unnecessary for me, but for the entire Dragon Kingdom!"

boom!

These words struck the three of them like a slap in the face.

Liu Shiyun's last shred of pride was shattered at this moment.

She opened her mouth, trying to continue arguing, but couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

Zhou Xia blushed with shame and dared not look at An Ran's concerned yet bewildered eyes.

"Alright."

Chen Zheng stood up and casually wiped his hands on his trouser leg.

"You have ten minutes to pack your things and get out."

"Don't force me to take action. Although I don't hit women, I can have people drag you away."

After saying that, he turned and left without looking back.

Only the trio remained in place, motionless.

"this……"

Lamu, who had been watching from the sidelines, was so shocked that she dropped the half-eaten steamed bun in her hand to the ground.

She looked at Chen Zheng's departing figure, then at the three distraught former teammates on the ground, her mind blank.

"Is it that serious?"

Keyboard pushed up his newly put-on glasses, his brows furrowed: "They must have done something. The instructor may be a pervert, but he wouldn't be this heartless."

"What could have happened? Did they kill someone in the forest?"

"I don't know." Keyboard shook his head. "It's definitely not murder. The instructor couldn't have just watched them kill someone; after all, he would be held responsible if someone died."

"Could it be that they were trying to seduce the instructors?" Ram remained clear-headed and naive, completely unaware of any darker possibilities.

"Hiss~ You know what, it's somewhat possible. Maybe they tried to seduce the instructor, and he refused to submit, so they just... right there in the forest..."

"Oh my god, Liu Shiyun is so mean!"

Although the Mulan Special Forces did not exist for long, they maintained a high degree of trust in their comrades.

Such untested trust, when faced with extreme situations, will either solidify and deepen, turning several people into reliable comrades.

Either they break off all ties and end up becoming a negative example.

On the other side, An Ran was even more anxious.

She knew nothing of the infighting taking place deep in the jungle.

In the conversation just now, Chen Zheng still gave the three of them face, speaking in hushed tones. An Ran occasionally caught a few words, but she couldn't make out what they were saying.

Chen Zheng is still too kind.

The problem is that, in An Ran's view, this situation is purely Chen Zheng deliberately making things difficult for her, using his extreme tactic of "a merciful general cannot command an army."

"Poetic Charm! Tang Sugar!"

An Ran rushed over, trying to help Liu Shiyun up. "Don't listen to his nonsense! I'll go beg the brigade commander! I'll go report this to the political commissar! Your performance is so good, why are you being expelled just like that!"

"Get up quickly, let's go back to the dorm first..."

An Ran's hand just touched Liu Shiyun's arm.

Liu Shiyun, however, recoiled as if burned and abruptly pulled her hand back.

"Don't touch me!"

This scream was tinged with sobs, and even more so with a sense of utter despair and utter collapse.

An Ran froze, her hand hanging in mid-air: "Shi Yun?"

Liu Shiyun clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into the flesh of her palms, and blood seeped out little by little from between her fingers.

She looked at An Ran.

Looking into her clear, anxious, and trusting eyes.

Those were real eyes, the eyes of a comrade-in-arms.

The dark look in their eyes was completely different from the way they had when they were scheming against each other that night.

A wave of intense shame washed over her, instantly engulfing her.

How should I put it?

Should I tell her that I want to shoot Tang Tang with a tranquilizer dart?

Or should I tell her that I almost pulled the trigger on my teammate in order to grab a spot to finish training early?

Or tell her that the only highlight of our trio in the forest was that we roasted a few rabbits at the beginning, but ended up attracting wild animals because we were too clever for our own good.

"Waaah..."

Liu Shiyun bit her lip tightly, unable to utter a single word.

That was the most disgusting moment of her life.

"Stop asking, Captain... please stop asking..." Tang Tang completely broke down. "It's our fault, we don't deserve it..."

Zhou Xia also squatted down to the side, like a child who had done something wrong, tears streaming down her face.

An Ran was completely stunned by this bizarre scene.

She turned to look at Ram and the keyboard, only to find that the two sisters looked even more bewildered.

However, the atmosphere in the air made them all realize that this was definitely not a simple elimination.

Soon, the sun began to set.

The rich aroma of braised pork wafted from the cafeteria in the distance; it was a special dish that An Ran had instructed the kitchen to prepare for tonight.

Normally, these girls would have rushed over with their food bowls long ago.

But at this moment, the area in front of the dormitory building of the entire Mulan team was deathly silent.

Liu Shiyun and the others eventually left.

There was no farewell, nor any embrace.

They looked like three defeated deserters, heads bowed, wrapped themselves up tightly.

They didn't even dare to look at the sentry twice before slinking into the bus that was taking them away.

Anran stood by the roadside, watching the taillights of the car gradually disappear.

"That bastard..."

She gritted her teeth and cursed, unable to tell whether she was cursing Chen Zheng for being heartless or angry at those people for being so useless.

"Let's go, Captain."

Ram walked over and carefully tugged at An Ran's sleeve. "The instructor is still waiting in the canteen. He said... if we're late, we won't even get to drink the braised pork soup."

An Ran took a deep breath and forced back her tears.

"Eat! Why shouldn't you eat!"