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

At noon, the brigade's integrated tactical training ground was already packed with people.

The military region was small, so news always spread very quickly. Before mealtime, most people already knew about it.

Chen Zheng, a civilian major who had just received a second-level commendation and was an instructor in the Mulan Women's Special Forces, wanted to have a one-on-one fight with Zhao Lei, the company commander of the Fierce Tiger Company.

This is big news.

One was the runner-up in the entire military region's combat sports competition, and was known for his stern face and foul mouth.

Another is that she is usually kind and gentle, and has long held an administrative position, and is now serving as a female team instructor in a military role for the first time.

This lively atmosphere made the soldiers, whose training was usually monotonous, feel like they had been injected with chicken blood, and they brought their small stools to reserve seats early in the morning.

"They're here! They're here! Mulan's people are here!"

Someone in the crowd shouted out.

The area suddenly quieted down, and everyone's eyes turned to the entrance.

Anran walked at the very front.

She was wearing her training uniform, her back ramrod straight, but she felt somewhat uneasy inside.

Although An Ran had witnessed Chen Zheng's power in the training field, where he could crack the floor with a single stomp.

But looking at Zhao Lei, who was warming up in the distance and whose body was covered in solid muscles, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

After all, Chen Zheng looked far too refined.

Standing next to Zhao Lei, who is comparable to a professional boxer, the contrast is too obvious.

"Captain, why are you shaking?"

Ram's voice came from behind.

An Ran took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down: "I'm too excited."

She glanced back at her own team, and her lips twitched involuntarily.

Zhao Lei's Tiger Company was roaring with passion, but his own side was just a bunch of scattered soldiers.

At the very back of the group, Shen Doudou was still sleepwalking, her eyes closed as she was dragged along by Lamu.

Guo Huaiying's eyes were shining, and he kept his hand covering his bulging trouser pocket, which contained two large white steamed buns that he had just smuggled from the mess hall.

"Um... Sister Ram," Guo Huaiying asked with an innocent look, "Since the instructor won, will we get meat to eat?"

"Eat, eat, eat! All you ever think about is eating!"

Ram rolled her eyes in exasperation. "If the instructor loses, we'll all starve!"

As for Jiang Nan...

The girl, carrying a large backpack, waved to the crowd:

"Don't worry, I brought enough explosives today to take down everyone here. If the instructor loses, I'll step in."

Several male soldiers who had originally wanted to come over to see the beautiful woman turned green upon hearing this and silently moved to the side.

"Tiger Company! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Suddenly a roar came from ahead.

In the center of the field, the entire Tiger Company stood in formation, each one exuding a murderous aura.

Zhao Lei stood at the very front of the line.

He was fully armed.

His camouflage training uniform was stretched taut by his exaggerated muscles, the sleeves rolled up high to reveal his bronze forearms with bulging veins.

He was warming up at the moment.

Seeing An Ran lead the team into the arena, Zhao Lei stopped what he was doing, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and revealed a provocative smile.

"Oh, your niece An is here?"

"Why are there only a few of you? Where's Chen Zheng?"

"Are you hiding under your blankets, too scared to come out?"

After he finished speaking, the soldiers of the Fierce Tiger Company burst into laughter in unison.

An Ran frowned, about to retort, but Zhao Lei didn't give her the chance at all.

He turned around and shouted to the crowd:

"Brothers! I've invited you all here today to bear witness!"

"Our military is a place where you earn your living through merit!"

"Some people, relying on their pretty faces and ability to please the brigade commander, dare to ride roughshod over our combat troops!"

"Today, I, Zhao Lei, will clean house on behalf of our brigade commander!"

"I'll show everyone what a real soldier is! What a real tough guy is!"

These words persuaded many unsuspecting soldiers, who cheered in agreement.

After all, in the eyes of this group of rough men, Chen Zheng's second-level commendation was indeed too easy, so easy that it made them envious.

An Jianjun sat on the platform, holding a teacup in his hand, his face slightly dark.

Zhao Lei, you're just criticizing Chen Zheng, why are you dragging him into it in your words?

What does it mean to make the brigade commander happy?

It made him seem like a tyrannical ruler.

"Brigade Commander, it's time," a staff officer whispered a reminder. "Instructor Chen hasn't arrived yet, is it...?"

Before he could finish speaking...

Footsteps came from the entrance.

The voice was slow and deliberate, causing the noisy crowd to quiet down and make way for them.

Chen Zheng walked in slowly.

Unlike the menacing Zhao Lei.

Chen Zheng was still wearing his crisp casual clothes, leather shoes, and a big red flower on his head.

He walked in slowly, one hand behind his back and the other holding his thermos.

Anyone who didn't know better would think he was a leader who came to inspect the work.

"hiss……"

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

That's so pretentious.

When Zhao Lei saw Chen Zheng's attire, the muscles on his face twitched involuntarily.

"Chen Zheng! You haven't even changed your clothes! What do you mean by this? Are you looking down on me?!"

Chen Zheng ignored him and walked straight to the front of the stage, handing the thermos cup in his hand to An Jianjun.

"Brigadier, could you please carry this for me?"

"I'll be right back."

An Jianjun stared blankly at the thermos in front of him.

But in the end, he just snorted and took the cup.

"Hurry up, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

Everyone in the room fell silent.

The story of slaying Hua Xiong while the wine was still warm was one that everyone in the army camp had heard.

There is an ancient tale of beheading Hua Xiong while the wine was still warm; today, there is a story of Chen Zheng fighting Zhao Lei with hot water.

This scene made Zhao Lei's face turn green with anger.

"Alright, alright! Since you're so confident, I won't waste any more words."

He was so angry he laughed, and suddenly waved his hand, pointing to a bunker area in the distance.

"Isn't Instructor Chen an expert marksman? Isn't he capable of teaching gun-fu?"

"For the first round, we'll have a shooting competition!"

"However, shooting at moving targets is no fun if you don't shoot at stationary targets."

"If we're going to have a competition, let's have a blind firing competition against a moving target!"

"Charge into the cover area. Do not use sights while moving at high speed!"

The winner is the one with the shortest time and highest score!

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the seasoned veterans who knew their stuff changed.

Blind firing at a moving target sounds difficult, and it is actually quite challenging.

It tests not only marksmanship, but also body coordination and spatial awareness during high-speed movement, which requires extensive combat experience.

Zhao Lei wanted to use his practical experience to completely outshine Chen Zheng, a civilian cadre.

"How is it?"

Zhao Lei looked at Chen Zheng provocatively, "If you're scared, take off that big red flower now, and I can pretend nothing happened."

An Ran subconsciously swallowed and clenched her fist.

Chen Zheng, however, simply gave an OK sign and said, "Walk."