Reborn at Boot Camp: General, Don't Mess Around!

She was eight seconds faster than before.

The surrounding special forces soldiers gasped. It was too fast. It was so fast that it exceeded their imagination.

This was a miracle created with her ability. It was a miracle that no one could surpass.

The American commander turned off the timer and picked up the gun that belonged to him. He sighed and said to Ye Jian, “Ye, you’re a female soldier that even male soldiers can’t surpass. You’re too outstanding.”

“I’m just a step faster. I’m far inferior to male soldiers in other aspects.” Ye Jian returned the bullets in her hand. Her black eyes, which were as bright as the stars, were filled with a calm and generous smile. She naturally faced the exclamations of the special forces soldiers from various countries. “I’m lacking in other aspects. I can only rely on shooting to make up for my shortcomings.”

Xia Jinyuan’s plan required Ye Jian to attract more than half of the attention so that they could hide the deliberate clumsiness of the male soldiers.

At this point, Ye Jian had completed the mission Xia Jinyuan gave her.

The special forces soldiers from the several countries that had arrived at the control station shifted most of their attention to Ye Jian. At the same time, they had a new understanding of the capabilities of the Chinese participants.

They had a new understanding of the Chinese soldiers. They weren’t weak. At least, the Chinese special forces soldiers standing in front of them definitely had a certain level of ability.

With this new understanding, the arrogance and prejudice that were inadvertently revealed in their words and actions were restrained. They wouldn’t ask, ‘Do the men in your country wear suits like us? Or do they wear clothes that don’t even have buttons?’

Xia Jinyuan and the rest could understand these Western soldiers who had never been to China and were biased against China.

China was a country with a long history, and it was a multi-ethnic country. Its culture was rich, and its roots ran deep. The soldiers of these countries thought that they could see what kind of Eastern country China was just by reading articles and watching a few movies.

“Use the bullets to push out the tenon… Then here… I’ll try it once. Ye, look at me and tell me if you think I’m fast.”

“Hahaha, kid, do you think you’re fast? Don’t embarrass yourself here. Even our captain doesn’t dare to say that he’s fast in front of Ye.”

“Oh my god, it’s too difficult. I can complete all the actions, but…” Someone from a European country had already completed the same actions. Unfortunately, he took five minutes to complete them.

He was 1.5 times slower than Ye Jian.

On the battlefield, if the enemy shot faster than one, one could imagine the entire situation.

The special forces soldiers from several countries took out their guns and experimented. The fastest time came from a soldier from the United States. He took three minutes and 26 seconds.

If he increased his training, there was still hope of breaking through to two minutes.

It was supposed to be a break, but because of Ye Jian, it became a time for communication. Things like changing the magazine with one hand became a game they played during their break. They were also touching bullets blindfolded, and specification also became a topic of communication.

The amiableness and strength displayed by the Chinese team members quickly made more and more Western special forces soldiers realize that their previous understanding was wrong.