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

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

A roar broke the noise.

Zhao Lei, his eyes red, strode out.

He simply couldn't accept this outcome.

"It was a fluke! It was definitely a fluke!"

"That was just a coincidence!"

"A ricochet is something that happens only once in ten thousand times!"

"You're just lucky! That's not skill!"

Chen Zheng turned his head, looked at Zhao Lei who was red-faced and thick-necked with anger, and gently blew away the smoke from the muzzle of the gun.

"Company Commander Zhao."

"Go ahead and try guessing for me?"

"you!"

Zhao Lei was speechless.

Humiliation and frustration overwhelmed him, causing him to gradually lose his temper.

Clang!

He slammed the rifle in his hand to the ground.

"I refuse to accept this!"

As Zhao Lei roared, he took off his coat, revealing his well-built muscles.

"Let's do it for real if we dare!"

"No guns needed! No more of those ridiculous rules!"

"Let's go to the fighting arena and have a match!"

"That's enough, Zhao Lei, how long are you going to keep this up?"

An Jianjun slammed his fist on the table and roared, "Losing is losing! Being less skilled isn't scary; what's scary is being unable to accept defeat!"

"You're throwing a tantrum in front of so many soldiers! Look at yourself!"

"You've completely disgraced the Tiger Company!"

Zhao Lei stiffened his neck, his chest heaving violently, clearly refusing to listen.

"Brigade Commander, I refuse to accept this!"

"That's some kind of crooked, unorthodox method! I don't believe he can pull off those fancy tricks in combat!"

"Alright."

Chen Zheng waved his hand, "Brigade Commander, since Company Commander Zhao is interested in sparring with me, it would seem petty of me not to grant his request."

"But you..." An Jianjun looked at Chen Zheng's slightly thin frame and was a little worried.

"Don't worry, no problem."

No one present could have imagined that such superb marksmanship was actually Chen Zheng's weakness.

……

Five minutes later, the fighting sandpit was surrounded by people, and even a few onlookers were hanging from the tree branches.

Zhao Lei stood in the center of the sandpit, his muscles tense, his eyes fixed on the opposite side.

Chen Zheng, however, was still wearing casual clothes.

"Chen Zheng! You will pay the price for your arrogance!"

Zhao Lei roared, and the sand beneath his feet suddenly exploded.

boom!

He charged forward, making a whooshing sound, and delivered a powerful punch straight to Chen Zheng's face.

If that punch landed, it would splatter his brains.

The female soldiers watching gasped in surprise, and An Ran instinctively covered her mouth.

However, just as the force of the punch was about to hit Chen Zheng's nose.

Chen Zheng made a move.

He simply turned slightly to the side and easily moved half a step to the left.

call!

Zhao Lei's fist grazed Chen Zheng's ear and missed, the force of the blow ruffling Chen Zheng's hair.

"Wait a minute, my big red flower is crooked." He quickly adjusted the big red flower on his chest.

"You're fucking asking for it!"

When his first strike missed, Zhao Lei launched an even fiercer attack, followed by a series of punches: hooks, jabs, and whip kicks, each move deadly and a killing technique.

Dust billowed in the sandpit, and Zhao Lei's figure moved so fast that it became a blur.

Strangely, no matter how he attacked, he could never touch a hair on Chen Zheng's head.

Thanks to his body, which had been strengthened three times by the system, and the predictive abilities he had developed in his previous life, Zhao Lei's punches and kicks were no match for his speed, which was less than a child's speed in snatching food.

"Too slow."

As Chen Zheng retreated and dodged, he turned his head to look in the direction of Hua Mulan's group.

"Did you all see it clearly?"

"This is a typical example of what not to do."

"When you throw a punch, your center of gravity is too high, your lower body is unstable, and you rely entirely on brute force."

"And this leg too."

Chen Zheng suddenly ducked, and Zhao Lei's high sweeping kick swept over his head.

"His leg movement was too big, and the pre-swing was too long. If I were his enemy, he would be finished by now."

"Chen Zheng! I'm going to kill you!"

Zhao Lei is going crazy.

This kind of disregard and humiliation is even more painful than beating him up.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he roared as he lunged forward again, completely abandoning his defense.

Outside the sandpit, the soldiers of the Fierce Tiger Company stared in disbelief, their cheers now stuck in their throats.

Time passed second by second.

Half an hour later.

Zhao Lei was drenched in sweat, and his movements visibly slowed down.

"Huff...huff...don't try to hide if you dare!"

Zhao Lei supported himself on his knees, sweat dripping from the tip of his nose onto the sand.

Chen Zheng stopped and shook his head with some regret.

"I thought you could learn something from this battle, but it seems I overestimated your comprehension."

"Since you're tired, let's end it here."

The voice just fell.

Chen Zheng took a step forward.

This was his first offensive move in the first half hour of the game.

Zhao Lei's pupils contracted, and he instinctively tried to block, but it was too late.

Chen Zheng reached out with his left hand and precisely grabbed Zhao Lei's thick wrist.

Then, using the momentum, turn around and press down.

A simple grappling move, yet it unleashed tremendous power in his hands.

"rise!"

With a low shout, Chen Zheng swung Zhao Lei, who weighed over 200 pounds, up with one hand.

The world spun around.

Zhao Lei felt a blur in his vision, followed by a sharp pain in his back.

boom!

A muffled thud, and dust flew everywhere.

Zhao Lei was slammed hard to the ground.

Before he could even struggle to his feet, a foot in a leather shoe slowly stepped on his proud chest muscles.

"Hmm!"

Zhao Lei groaned, feeling like he was having trouble breathing.

He grabbed Chen Zheng's ankle with both hands and tried desperately to move the foot away.

He holds the bench press record for the entire military region!

But to his horror, he discovered that no matter how hard he tried, his face turned purplish-red, but his foot remained completely still.

Chen Zheng looked down at him and slowly bent down.

As he moved, the large second-class commendation medal on his chest drooped down.

Snapped.

The red ribbon fell right on Zhao Lei's face, which was covered in mud and sweat.

Chen Zheng smiled, and his smile looked especially radiant in the sunlight.

"Company Commander Zhao."

"Do you think this flower suits me?"

Looking into those eyes so close to his face, Zhao Lei felt a surge of intense fear.

This man's physical strength was completely beyond his comprehension.

"Suitable for..."

Zhao Lei's lips trembled, and he finally lowered his proud head.

"I... admit defeat."

The outcome is decided.

The entire audience immediately erupted in huge screams.

"We won! The instructor won!"

Ram excitedly threw her hat into the air, then grabbed Shen Doudou and shook her violently. "See that?! That's our instructor! He's amazing!"

Shen Doudou rolled her eyes from being shaken, but surprisingly, she didn't fall asleep. Instead, she stared at Chen Zheng's back, lost in thought.

Guo Huaiying was so excited that her face turned red. Although she had never seen people fight much, she could tell that her instructor had been dominating the man opposite her from beginning to end.

An Ran, standing in the crowd, gripped the hem of her clothes tightly with both hands, her heart pounding wildly.

She always knew Chen Zheng was very strong.

But she never expected him to be this strong.

That exaggerated force made her legs feel weak.