The Female General Dominates All After Transmigration-Chapter 314 - 313: Pride

This time, it wasn’t Ling Chengyan and the others who went out but representatives from various participating units were sent over to join, observe, stabilize the situation, and of course, take the non-selected soldiers back after it ends.

When the candidates lined up in front of these people again, everyone clearly felt the change in their demeanor, huge and obvious.

Whether or not they had been on the front lines, at most they exuded a fierce aura, like a knife that only appeared sharp but had not yet reached its full potential—becoming sharp enough to sever hair with a blow.

Ling Chengyan and his team were like whetstones. After a month of honing, these knives became sharper, gleaming with a menacing cold, with a look that was hard to stare straight at.

The judges came to observe whispered among themselves, expressing their surprise and unspoken admiration.

Clearly, these were soldiers they had picked themselves, who had not shown much improvement in a year or two, but in the hands of others, changed dramatically in just a month. It’s hard not to be impressed.

Ling Chengyan, clad in a new military uniform, walked slowly to the front of the line, his gaze passing from left to right, seemingly stopping at each soldier’s face as if to remember what each one looked like.

"A few words," he began with a calm and gentle voice; the line’s synchronized movement shifted from attention to parade rest.

Ling Chengyan nodded and spoke again, "It has been a month since you arrived here. During this month, you’ve shed blood, sweat, and some have even shed tears..."

Some in the troop felt deeply moved, some couldn’t help but smile, others displayed frustration and regret, each with different emotions but a shared sentiment of reluctance.

Whether it was about not achieving expected results, the reluctance to leave, or the bond with comrades who fought alongside for a month, their smiles were tinged with bitterness.

Ling Chengyan’s gaze swept across each face again, "But what I want to say is, regardless of today’s results, whether you can stay or not, you are all exemplary sons. You are worthy of your uniforms, worthy of the title of soldiers. I am proud and honored to have shared this month with you, I am proud of you!"

A few simple words, seemingly perfunctory to onlookers, resonated deeply with every person in the line, eyes turning red, some even filled with tears.

Ling Chengyan waved his hand, and Tian Kai jogged forward, holding up a folder to announce the selection competition’s process and rules.

Ling Chengyan stood quietly, her gaze always calmly and gently falling on the line, knowing that if she were not leading the special operations unit, she wouldn’t let a single person leave. As she said, anyone who endured a month and was standing there today was worth her pride.

The competition began, with processes unchanged from preliminaries and semi-finals; the first event remained the 400-meter obstacle run.

However, this 400-meter obstacle run didn’t demand perfect form or movements but the best and most excellent combat ability. Some movements might look awkward but are practical enough to make them comfortable and smooth for the participants.

Initially, some onlookers showed disdain or criticism at these different movements, but as the results were reported—showing times of one minute and ten, twenty seconds—their doubts vanished.

To truly improve most participants’ results to such a terrifying level, it’s permissible to disregard how correct or aesthetically pleasing the movements are.

After the 400-meter obstacle course, there was almost no rest before the 5-kilometer weighted cross-country began. Participants ran out while the observers slowly passed around the 400-meter results, their expressions stern and lips tightly pressed.

The best time was only one minute and a few seconds, with the worst being just over one minute thirty. Note that under two minutes thirty is considered passing, under two minutes excellent.

With such results, they were speechless.

This selection took only one day, unlike the preliminaries’ two-day and semi-finals’ one and a half. All events were compressed into a single day, testing not only physical but mental limits. Anyone lacking willpower would not endure all the tasks.

Yet, this day, no participant withdrew midway; all persisted to the end.

These individuals, through their actions, proved to Ling Chengyan that they were her pride.

That night, no results or retention lists were announced. After a grueling day of competition, soldiers had dinner and, remarkably, without night patrols, returned to their dorms to rest.

Ling Chengyan originally intended to share a working meal with the judging panel and retire early but found enthusiasm among the observers who wanted to treat Ling Chengyan, Zhang Yuanhong, and Tian Kai to a celebratory drink.

Ling Chengyan and the others exchanged a glance and had to gently decline, suggesting any discussions could be held after dinner in the meeting room.

Then, a small-scale, informal invite turned into a full meeting where some perceptive ones realized a private celebration was impossible and shared their thoughts openly—

They requested that those not selected be allowed to stay with Ling Chengyan for continued training.

Their justification was sound and legitimate: they also planned to establish their own special training teams, yet being a new concept and unit, they struggled with effective training methods, yielding unsatisfactory results.

"We’re all from the same district, genuine brothers in arms. You can’t just watch us fall behind without giving us a hand!"

It was a classic buy-one-get-one idea.

Ling Chengyan remained calm, listening to the group express their connections and familiarity, without commenting. It wasn’t until they began to argue and critique each other that she stepped in to prevent the situation from escalating: "You see, we just started, have nothing, even borrowing space as it is..."

The unit representatives, displaying camaraderie, almost telepathically, began volunteering one by one: "We have an engineering unit; whatever you need built, just say the word."

"We have a direct supply factory; any equipment you need, we can help you process requests."

"We..."