None of the new recruits dared to go on stage, but the veterans were eager to try.

"Report, Commander, those new recruits have all chickened out. We veterans aren't afraid, we can take a beating. Could we spar with Comrade An and get some pointers from her?"

Commander Xiao looked at Zhang Jing and asked, "Old Zhang, I'm not familiar with this Comrade An. What do you think?"

Zhang Jing said confidently, "Sure, you can go wherever you want, as long as she agrees."

At this moment, more than a dozen veterans stepped forward. One of them walked to the center of the field, saluted An Moxue, and then asked her, "Comrade An, we have some veterans who would like to ask you for some guidance, is that alright?"

An Moxue said, "I wouldn't dare to offer guidance; let's learn from each other."

And so began a new round of one-sided beatings. It started with one person taking the stage, then two people took the stage at the same time, and then multiple people took the stage. The soldiers watching were numb. The new recruits were no good, and the veterans were no good either. What kind of monster was this? He was not even eighteen years old.

An Moxue initially thought she should keep a low profile to avoid the enemy discovering her true fighting strength.

However, when Zhang Jing told her that he hoped she could teach these soldiers a lesson so that they would be less arrogant and more cautious, and have more skills to save their lives on the battlefield, she changed her mind. She was improving every day, and besides, she had more than just these skills. She was happy to do something for these people who were protecting their country, even if it was just a warning.

Seeing that no one else was going to spar, An Moxue looked at Zhang Jing. Zhang Jing received An Moxue's look and asked, "Is there anyone else who wants to spar? Veterans are welcome. As far as I know, she defeated a company commander who has been on missions for many years, and that was last year's achievement. Are there any company commanders who want to give it a try?"

"Boom!" The crowd erupted in chaos.

A soldier shouted at An Moxue, "Comrade An, is this true?"

An Moxue looked in the direction of the soldier who had asked the question and answered loudly, "Yes."

"How did you do that?" someone else shouted at An Moxue.

"Want to know?" An Moxue kept him in suspense.

"Yes!" came the loud and clear reply.

She smiled and said, "I was born and raised in the military. I grew up listening to bugles and military songs. Before I could even walk, I started practicing military boxing with my hands and feet. I still have to practice it every day. Practice makes perfect, right? I believe that with persistence and hard work, I will definitely make progress. I still get up at 4:30 every morning to practice kung fu, regardless of the season. You see, my hard work has paid off."

After hearing what she said, most of the soldiers secretly resolved to train hard as well.

Zhang Jing looked at Commander Xiao and said, "Look at those soldiers, how about it? They're already showing results!"

"Old Zhang, it seems your trick is working," Commander Xiao said.

“What do you mean ‘maybe’? It’s a given. You’ll see later,” Zhang Jing said defiantly.

At this moment, a company commander whom An Moxue did not recognize came out and said, "Comrade An, may I spar with you?"

"Alright, please make your move."

While the two men were fighting, Zhang Jing and Commander Xiao were chatting animatedly.

Commander Xiao said admiringly, "Shen Mingcheng is a serious guy in everything he does, and he's willing to take risks. Most importantly, he's young, so he'll have a bright future."

"Yes! Even after graduating from military academy, they still put aside their pride and humbly sought advice. Unlike our generation, many of us lack education, which means we're destined not to go far," Zhang Jing remarked.

"Who do you think will win between the two of them? Shen Mingcheng's kung fu is quite outstanding."

"No need to guess, it's definitely Mo Xue who will win."

"Are you so sure?"

"Of course, look how many people she beat up in a row, she did it all with ease, and she was always using military boxing."

"What's wrong?"

Zhang Jing smiled and said, "She has family martial arts, and it's a very powerful ancient martial art. She's even better than her father. She can be called a master now. Even you are no match for her. In a one-on-one fight, no one in our Independent Regiment can beat her."

"So amazing!" This truly surprised Commander Xiao.

Look!

In the middle of the field, An Moxue unleashed a whirlwind kick, followed by a spinning back kick, forcing Shen Mingcheng to retreat step by step. At this moment, An Moxue also stopped, retreating dozens of steps, and said to Shen Mingcheng, "I'm not fighting anymore. Let's stop here. How about it? I'm a little tired."

"What a clever girl, she knows when to advance and when to retreat," Commander Xiao said.

"Now that you're back, go and announce it. We agreed to go target practice. Let's teach these guys a lesson today," Zhang Jing said to Commander Xiao.

"You political commissar, I'll quit as soon as I get back."

"Different duties, hurry up and go."

"Honestly, how come the political commissar is so eloquent? I can't argue with you." After saying that, Commander Xiao resignedly walked to An Moxue's side and said, "Comrade An, I am Commander Xiao Nanqi. Thank you for your hard work. I'll need you to teach them how to shoot properly later."

An Moxue smiled and said, "Let's learn from each other."

And so, the large group of people moved on to the shooting range.

An Moxue walked together with Zhang Jing and several of her father's old subordinates.

As they walked and chatted, one of them, who was the company commander, said, "Your dad used to scold us, saying that you're not as good as my precious daughter! But when I asked you to show us your skills, he would say, 'No way! What if a bunch of rough men offend my precious daughter?' Today has really opened my eyes."

"Really? There's such a thing? I didn't know!" An Moxue said cooperatively.

"Yes, often. If we do something wrong, he'll say, 'How can you be so stupid? You can't even do as well as my daughter!'"

"Absolutely, they keep their daughters hidden away, but they still like to show them off."

......

Until they arrived at the shooting range, they talked about An Moxue's father, An Muyang, the whole way. They also learned that he was a doting father. Unfortunately, An Moxue had no father in either of her lives. In her previous life, her father died young in a car accident. In this life, if she were to meet him, she thought that with An Muyang's intelligence, he would realize that she was not him.

At the shooting range, An Moxue hit all ten of the fixed targets, with a minimum score of 97 rings. She also hit all the moving targets.

As soon as all the results were announced, thunderous applause erupted throughout the venue.

If someone's grades are slightly better than yours, you might feel jealous and want to surpass them.

If someone's achievements are far ahead of others, leaving them far behind, how can you feel jealous? You can only admire them, place them on a high altar, and worship them.

An Moxue is a prime example. Her achievements, like her appearance, have amazed the soldiers of the Lion Independent Regiment, and have also aroused their competitive spirit and determination to improve themselves.

Her appearance also achieved Political Commissar Zhang Jing's goal, prompting the soldiers of the Independent Regiment to work harder and increasing their chances of survival in future missions.

From then on, the legend of An Moxue spread throughout the Lion Independent Regiment.