Dare to shirk responsibility? This adorable little one will tear down your military district!

The new recruit was named Zhao Tiezhu, a tall, 1.85-meter-tall man from Shandong.

He was delighted to hear the little girl's words.

He slung the rifle over his shoulder, squatted down, and positioned himself at eye level with Meng Yaya.

"Little one, uncle's muscles are made of iron." Zhao Tiezhu stretched out his arm, bulging out his hard, muscular muscles. "Go home and drink milk from your mother. Don't cause trouble here, or you'll hurt yourself."

A burst of laughter erupted from the surrounding area.

"Tiezhu, why are you arguing with a little baby?"

"That's right, you dare mess with the leader's daughter? Be careful, the leader will make you run laps."

Gu Changfeng frowned slightly, just about to step forward and pull his daughter back.

Lei Zhentian blocked his way with his cane.

The old man stroked his stubble with interest: "Don't move. I think this girl knows what she's doing."

Lin Wanrou's palms were sweaty. She wanted to shout, but Gu Changfeng held her shoulders down.

In the center of the field.

Meng Yaya sighed, "You talk too much nonsense."

She reached out her chubby little hand and grabbed the military belt around Zhao Tiezhu's waist.

Zhao Tiezhu was still laughing when, in the next second, he felt like a straw that had been uprooted.

The world spun around.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud struck the yellow earth, sending dust flying.

Zhao Tiezhu lay sprawled on the ground, staring at the blazing sun overhead, his head buzzing.

who am I?

where am I?

What just happened?

The entire training ground, with hundreds of people, fell silent, like ducks with their necks being choked.

Meng Yaya patted the dust off her hands and glanced disdainfully at the big guy on the ground.

"Your lower body is unstable, and your center of gravity is off. Is this the result of three months of training?"

She walked around Zhao Tiezhu with her hands behind her back, her voice childish yet carrying a chilling air of sophistication.

"Get up, and do it again."

Zhao Tiezhu sprang to his feet, his face flushed red. He was utterly humiliated; he'd been tripped up and made to fall flat on his face by a three-year-old.

"I was careless just now!" Zhao Tiezhu roared, getting into a fighting stance. "This time, I won't go easy on you!"

He reached out and grabbed Meng Yaya's shoulder.

Meng Yaya did not dodge.

Just as that large hand was about to touch her collar, she ducked down like a nimble eel and slipped into Zhao Tiezhu's arms. She raised her short legs and kicked Zhao Tiezhu in the knee.

You don't need to use much force; you just need to find the most vulnerable point of the joint.

"Click."

Zhao Tiezhu's right leg buckled, and he involuntarily knelt on one knee.

Meng Yaya seized the opportunity to grab his collar, using his strength against him, and executed another over-the-shoulder throw.

This time the commotion is even bigger.

The 180-pound man was thrown three meters away like a rag doll.

"His power is scattered, his moves are hesitant, and he is full of openings."

Meng Yaya shook her head, her face full of disappointment.

"These are the soldiers Gu Changfeng trained? They're too weak."

She turned around and looked at Lei Zhentian on the platform, her small face tense: "Old man, this is what you call elite? Where I'm from, this is just fodder for the enemy."

In the apocalypse, someone with this level of skill wouldn't survive the first night's zombie horde.

Lei Zhentian was not angry at all; instead, he laughed even louder.

"Good! Good! What a great deliveryman!"

Lei Zhentian suddenly stood up and slammed his cane on the ground.

"Did you all see that? Huh? You're all so arrogant, thinking you're the best in the world. Now you can't even beat a three-year-old! I'm ashamed for you!"

The hundreds of new recruits all had their heads down, their faces as red as monkey bottoms.

Although they were unconvinced, that fall just now was a testament to real skill, and no one dared to say that the little girl relied on luck.

"From today onwards, this girl will be your specially appointed instructor!" Lei Zhentian waved his hand and made the decision directly.

Gu Changfeng was shocked: "Commander, this is against the rules..."

"My orders are the rules!" Lei Zhentian glared at him, then turned to Meng Yaya, a broad smile spreading across his face. "Girl, can you teach me?"

Meng Yaya tilted her head and thought for a moment.

Teaching these idiots is exhausting.

but……

She glanced at Lin Wanrou, who was still in a daze beside her, and then looked at the direction of the courtyard in the distance.

That wicked grandma is coming.

If you have a group of obedient henchmen, wouldn't it be much easier to deal with people in the future?

"Alright then," Meng Yaya nodded reluctantly, "but my fees are very high."

Lei Zhentian declared with boundless pride: "From now on, the specially supplied canned meat will be plentiful!"

"make a deal."

Meng Yaya immediately got into the zone.

She walked with her short legs to the front of the recruit company's formation.

The soldiers who had been watching the commotion just moments before were now standing ramrod straight, not daring to even breathe.

"First row, step forward!"

Ten soldiers in a row stepped forward in unison.

"Get into a horse stance."

The ten people immediately squatted down, assuming the standard horse stance.

Meng Yaya walked over, and somehow a thin twig appeared in her hand.

She walked up to the first soldier and poked him in the waist with a branch.

"Your back is sagging. Take a breath."

The soldier felt a numbness in his waist, and his strength involuntarily rose.

As they approached the third soldier, a branch tapped his calf.

"Too stiff. In a real fight, your leg would be broken."

As Meng Yaya spoke, she lifted her foot and gently kicked his ankle.

The soldier felt a tremendous force strike him, and his once rock-solid stance instantly crumbled, causing him to fall to the ground with a thud.

"The center of gravity is in the dantian, not in the soles of the feet."

Meng Yaya continued walking forward.

She didn't teach the rigid routines used in the military, but rather the killing techniques she learned by risking her life in the apocalypse.

How to exert force most efficiently, how to attack most fatally, and how to defend most effectively.

Although she is small and has a sweet voice, every word she says hits the nail on the head.

Gu Changfeng stood by and watched for a while, his expression growing increasingly solemn.

This girl...

These skills were something even he, a commander who had started as a reconnaissance soldier, had never heard of.

It's too cruel.

That's incredibly accurate.

They all target the most vulnerable parts of the human body.

This isn't an instructor; he's practically a seasoned veteran who's been on the battlefield for decades.

"Wanrou," Gu Changfeng lowered his voice, "Ya Ya used to... fight a lot?"

Lin Wanrou also looked bewildered: "No... In the village, she doesn't even dare to catch chickens."

As she looked at the small figure on the field giving instructions with his hands behind his back, that feeling of unfamiliarity welled up in her heart again.

But that feeling was fleeting. Regardless, this was her daughter, the daughter who would stand up for her when someone bullied her.

The training lasted for an hour. The hundreds of recruits were exhausted and felt like they were dying.

They initially thought the little kid was just strong, but they were surprised to find he had an incredibly sharp eye.

If anyone slacks off even slightly, that little twig is sure to fly over and hit them on the head.

"Alright, that's enough for today."

Meng Yaya threw away the branch in her hand and clapped her hands.

My stomach rumbled.

I'm hungry. This body is still growing and can't withstand hunger.

"Thank you, instructor!"

Hundreds of voices roared together, their sound shaking the heavens. This time, I'm truly impressed.

Especially Zhao Tiezhu, whose eyes were practically sparkling as he looked at Meng Yaya, wishing he could become her apprentice on the spot.

"Dad, I'm hungry."

Meng Yaya turned around, her previous murderous aura vanishing instantly; her expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book. She opened her arms and acted coquettishly towards Gu Changfeng.

Gu Changfeng quickly went over and picked up the little darling.

"Let's go to the cafeteria. They have braised pork today."

Lei Zhentian followed with a smile: "I'm going to mooch a meal too, and chat with the girl about this fighting technique."

The group was walking towards the cafeteria.

As we passed by a section of barbed wire fence to the west.

"Woof! Woof woof!"

Several deep, powerful barks rang out. The sounds were deep and forceful, carrying the ferocity unique to wild beasts.

Meng Yaya's ears twitched.

She turned her head sharply and looked at the area surrounded by high walls and barbed wire.

That bark... is interesting. Much better than those mongrels in the village that can only guard the door.

Moreover, she seemed to smell a familiar scent, the scent of her kind.

In the apocalypse, mutant dogs are humanity's most loyal allies, more reliable than humans.

"What place is that?" Meng Yaya asked, pointing in that direction.

Gu Changfeng glanced at it: "That's a military dog ​​base. They keep German Shepherds and Soviet Reds there. They're very fierce, and strangers should stay away except for their handlers."

"oh."

Meng Yaya responded and rested her head on Gu Changfeng's shoulder.

Ferocious? That's because you haven't seen a real ferocious beast.

A slight upturn of her lips revealed a sly glint in her large, dark, grape-like eyes.