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

Zhao Lei lay at the bottom of the pit, panting heavily.

He dug both hands into the sand, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

Within the Tiger Company's formation, no one dared to utter a sound.

Those men who used to roar and yell were now staring wide-eyed at their company commander, whom they regarded as a god of war, lying on the ground like a roadside animal.

"Cough cough..."

Zhao Lei coughed twice and spat out a mouthful of saliva.

He propped himself up on his knees and slowly stood up.

It looked a bit comical, but no one could laugh.

Zhao Lei wiped his face, looking at the man who was adjusting his sleeves with a complicated expression. The man's face was expressionless.

He lost completely.

Strength, skill, and even his pride in his ability to withstand blows were all insignificant in front of Chen Zheng.

Zhao Lei took a deep breath and pushed away the medic who tried to help him up.

Snapped!

He brought his heels together, straightened his aching back, and raised his hand in a standard military salute.

"I lost."

"I admit defeat because I'm not as skilled as them."

"But you wait, we'll have another match in the military region competition!"

After saying that, he lowered his hand, his eyes filled with resentment.

He was arrogant, but he was also a soldier.

As soldiers, we must accept defeat.

"The instructor is awesome!"

Ram was the first to rush out from Mulan's team.

"I knew it! You're awesome, instructor!"

An Ran followed, no longer caring about her image. "You'll teach you to look down on female soldiers! You'll teach you to call us just pretty faces!"

She rushed to Chen Zheng's side. Although she wasn't as crazy as Lamu, she was still quite excited.

Guo Huaiying also ran over with a silly grin, her eyes full of admiration as she looked at Chen Zheng.

Even Shen Doudou slowly moved over, still yawning, but at least her eyes were open.

"It's Chinese New Year! It's Chinese New Year!"

Ram shouted and circled around Chen Zheng.

"Instructor, shouldn't we celebrate? Shouldn't we have an extra meal tonight? I want a whole roasted lamb! And a Coke!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Extra food!" Jiang Nan chimed in, "And could we also request a few pounds of explosives to set off some fireworks to liven things up?"

The female soldiers surrounded Chen Zheng, chattering excitedly, creating a lively atmosphere on the training ground.

The male soldiers around looked on with envy.

This is Mulan.

The instructors are amazing, the female soldiers are all beautiful, and the atmosphere is so great.

An Jianjun stood on the platform, looking at Chen Zheng surrounded by female soldiers, a maternal smile on his lips.

"This kid is quite popular."

He picked up the thermos that Chen Zheng had left behind, and subconsciously wanted to take a sip, but was scalded by the hot water inside.

In the center of the sandpit.

Chen Zheng's ears were ringing from the noise.

He glanced down at Ram, who was trying to hug his leg, and then at Anran, who was laughing hysterically.

He reached out and slowly straightened the slightly crooked red flower on his chest.

next second.

The smile on his face vanished instantly, and his expression turned icy.

"Have you laughed enough?"

The laughter in the room stopped abruptly.

Ram's hands, which were wrapped around Chen Zheng's thigh, froze, and the smile on her face also froze.

"Is this what you're like now?"

Chen Zheng stood with his hands behind his back, his sharp gaze sweeping over everyone. "You think you're invincible just because you beat a company commander with your own strength?"

"Did I say we could celebrate?"

The two questions left the female soldiers completely bewildered.

We just won, can't we even celebrate a little?

"What did I say yesterday?"

Ignoring their astonishment, Chen Zheng said coldly, "I said, I have to write a report today, I don't have time for you."

"Let you go cross-country with your own weights for ten kilometers."

"How come you all ended up watching a play while you were running around?"

"Where is your discipline?!"

The moment he finished speaking, his imposing aura made everyone breathless.

An Ran opened her mouth, wanting to explain, "But instructor, today it's Company Commander Zhao..."

"Shut up!" Chen Zheng coldly interrupted her. "He's here to see me. What's it to you?"

"If the enemy comes to attack us, will you just stop training and stand by applauding and cheering?"

"Do you even know what this kind of behavior is called on the battlefield?"

"That's desertion! That's desertion!"

These two words were very heavy, and An Ran's face turned pale instantly.

"Look at the state you've become."

"They're all so sloppy, they don't look like soldiers at all!"

"Zhao Lei lost just now, but he lost like a man."

"And you?"

"You've forgotten who you are just because you won a little?"

Chen Zheng took a step forward, forcing the female soldiers to instinctively take a step back.

"It seems I've been too lenient with you."

"Now! Immediately! Right now!"

He suddenly pointed towards the training field track.

"Everyone has it!"

"Pack your backpacks!"

"Goal: 10 kilometers! Run!"

"No food! No sleep until you finish the run!"

The angry roars echoed throughout the training field.

The soldiers watching from the surrounding area were dumbfounded.

This script is wrong.

After winning the competition, shouldn't everyone celebrate together, showing a harmonious relationship between the instructors and trainees?

How can someone change their mind faster than turning the pages of a book?

The female soldiers' eyes welled up with tears of grievance.

Especially for Lamu, tears welled up in her eyes.

They came to cheer on the instructors, and they were so happy to have won.

How did you turn into a deserter in the blink of an eye?

But under Chen Zheng's cold gaze, no one dared to voice their grievances.

"Yes……"

An Ran bit her lip, her voice trembling slightly.

She glanced at Chen Zheng, her eyes filled with confusion.

But in the end, a soldier's duty prevailed over his emotions.

"Everyone has it!"

An Ran turned around and shouted.

Turn right!

"Run!"

The female soldiers wiped away their tears, lowered their heads, and picked up the 20-kilogram backpacks they had just brought from the corner.

The chattering crowd had fallen silent.

Only the sound of heavy footsteps could be heard.

They lined up and started the long ten-kilometer race along the track.

Chen Zheng stood there, watching their departing figures, his face still cold.

"good!"

Just then, a cheer came from the podium.

An Jianjun put down his teacup, stood up, and surprisingly took the lead in applauding.

The staff officer and several company commanders standing nearby were stunned.

"Brigadier, this..."

"Isn't Chen Zheng being a bit too heartless? They just won the game, and it's a time to boost morale. No matter what, he shouldn't have done this at this time."

"Yes, these female soldiers meant well. Isn't this a bit hurtful to them?"

An Jianjun glanced at them and sneered.

"Heartbreaking?"

"A compassionate person cannot command an army, and a righteous person cannot manage finances."

"Do you think Chen Zheng is acting crazy?"

He pointed to the group of female soldiers in the distance; although they looked aggrieved, their steps remained synchronized.

"Look at them, they've suffered such a great injustice, yet they still resolutely carry out orders."

"In that atmosphere just now, he was able to calm those girls down with just one sentence and get them back to training."

"What's this called?"

"Orders must be obeyed!"