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

Just as An Ran was completely shocked by this unimaginable power, Chen Zheng in the arena was trying his best to control his strength and restrain the wind of his punch.

According to his current estimate, his full-force punch now weighs nearly 300 kilograms, breaking the historical record for human strength.

And now, it has been less than ten days since he obtained the system.

Suddenly, a blinding beam of high beams pierced the darkness.

A military jeep screeched to a halt as it sped towards the training ground.

A guard jumped off the vehicle, snapped to attention, and saluted.

"Report! The brigade commander has ordered Instructor Chen to go to his office immediately!"

……

Half an hour later.

The brigade commander's office door was tightly closed.

Sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the blinds, but the room was still chilly.

Chen Zheng pushed open the door and immediately saw An Jianjun's back.

The person in a superior position exudes an imposing aura; just standing there, they can make it hard for others to breathe.

He paused for a moment, then closed the door behind him.

Click.

An Jianjun then slowly turned around, his face expressionless.

Chen Zheng didn't say anything, but quietly walked to the desk and stood up straight.

The two of them stared at each other for a full minute.

An Jianjun finally made a move.

He picked up the documents on the table and swung his arm violently.

Snapped!

The report was slammed down in front of Chen Zheng, and the papers scattered everywhere.

"Chen Zheng!"

An Jianjun's voice wasn't loud, but everyone could tell he was very angry.

"Mulan Special Forces, initial team of thirteen!"

"I entrusted an entire team to you! And look what you've done to it in just a few days!!"

"Seven!!! Only seven left!!!"

"Three of them were even discharged from the military! They were kicked out!"

"Chen Zheng, I sent you here to train troops, not to demolish my house!"

His spittle was practically spraying onto Chen Zheng's face, and he was panting heavily, clearly on the verge of exploding with anger.

"It was bad enough that they transferred him to a civilian position in the first place, but then they went overboard and arbitrarily discharged him from the military!"

"If I hadn't been holding you back, you'd be in a military court by now!"

No matter how good the soundproofing of the office was, it couldn't stop the brigade commander's thunderous rage.

Outside the door, the secretary serving tea trembled and spilled boiling water all over her hand without even feeling the pain. She stood obediently behind the door, terrified that she would be next.

The entire administration floor fell eerily silent for a moment because of that shout.

However, to everyone's surprise, Chen Zheng neither refuted nor defended himself in the face of this question.

He simply straightened his back, snapped his heels together, and gave a salute.

"Reporting to the brigade commander!"

"It was my dereliction of duty, and I accept the punishment!"

That shout, delivered with such force, completely shut down the rest of An Jianjun's tirade.

He was seething with anger, but it felt like he'd punched a cotton ball—it was incredibly frustrating.

We can't really impose a fine, can we?

Chen Zheng is the only instructor so far who can subdue Mulan's unit. What will happen to the unit if he leaves?

Besides, those who were supposed to be kicked out have already been kicked out. If he were to get rid of Chen Zheng as well, he would truly lose both his wife and his army.

Just as An Jianjun was pondering how to teach this brat a lesson,

boom!

The door was suddenly kicked open from the outside.

An Ran rushed in like a gust of wind, her face still covered in sweat from her morning exercise.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw Chen Zheng saluting like a schoolboy who had made a mistake, while her father had a murderous look on his face.

Clever as she was, she immediately understood that this was definitely because Chen Zheng was angry about kicking out so many people.

"Dad~"

She quickly stepped forward, darting in front of An Jianjun and shielding Chen Zheng behind her.

"It can't all be blamed on him."

An Ran looked at her father and whispered in defense, "I witnessed the intensity of Hell Week's training firsthand. Those who were expelled already had problems!"

"Instructor Chen is doing this for the good of the team; he wants to weed out those with ulterior motives beforehand!"

An Jianjun was completely taken aback when he saw his precious daughter suddenly barge in and speak so disrespectfully to outsiders.

The raging anger in my heart was extinguished instantly, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over me.

The anger was gone, but a strange sense of sadness welled up inside me.

He watched An Ran protecting Chen Zheng, and saw her face flushed with anxiety. A sentence involuntarily popped into his mind.

A daughter is like a bird that flies away when she grows up.

How can that elbow bend so fast?

He had painstakingly raised his beloved cabbage for over twenty years, and now that they had only known each other for a short time, the cabbage was already siding with him. In a few days, Chen Zheng would want his position as brigade commander, and An Ran would probably have to come and persuade him to step down.

Although not long ago, An Jianjun was still having a headache about finding a partner for An Ran, and was even quite satisfied with Chen Zheng, his prospective son-in-law.

After all these years, there haven't been many men who have won An Ran's heartfelt respect.

But when this scene actually happened before his eyes, the unique heartache and disappointment of an old father still broke him down a bit.

My heart is like ashes, my body like an unmoored boat.

"Dad, listen to me, Chen Zheng, he..." An Ran wanted to continue explaining.

"Alright."

An Jianjun let out a long sigh, his voice filled with exhaustion and helplessness.

He waved his hand weakly.

"Stop talking and get out."

An Ran was stunned, unable to understand why her father had suddenly become so depressed.

She wanted to say something more, but Chen Zheng gently tugged at the corner of her clothes from behind.

Chen Zheng gave her a wink, signaling her to stop adding fuel to the fire.

Although An Ran was completely confused, she still bit her lip and reluctantly left the office.

The door closed again.

The atmosphere of this heated questioning suddenly became strange.

An Jianjun sat back down in his chair, rubbing his throbbing temples.

Looking at the prospective son-in-law in front of her, who was skilled at training soldiers and had her daughter completely charmed.

For a moment, I was torn between being angry and laughing.

Even if I wanted to curse, I couldn't quite bring myself to do it.

If I praise it, I'll feel suffocated inside.

In the end, all the emotions turned into a helpless sigh.

An Jianjun raised his head, his gaze passing over Chen Zheng and landing on the calendar on the wall.

His tone became serious again.

"Whether you get angry or scold, it's no use."

An Jianjun pointed to the date marked with a red circle on the calendar.

"The military region's grand skills competition is less than a month away."

"Your current group of seven is scattered and disorganized; you can't even put together a complete combat team, let alone participate in all the events."

"Chen Zheng, this is a mess you've created."

"You'd better figure out a way to make it up to me yourself."