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

The brigade commander's office door was ajar.

Chen Zheng sat on the sofa, looking at the person opposite him.

An Jianjun, his brigade commander, who usually has a long face, is all smiles now, personally carrying a purple clay teapot to refill his water.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

"Come on, Chen Zheng, have some tea." An Jianjun had just filled the cup when he said, "My old friend just brought me some Da Hong Pao tea, a genuine special supply. I wouldn't even open it myself, but I'm only willing to because you're here."

Chen Zheng didn't touch the cup; instead, he hugged his own thermos even tighter.

"brigadier."

He shifted back slightly, his eyes filled with wariness.

"Please don't do this, it's making me feel uneasy."

"Just tell me what's wrong. Do you want me locked up or made to write a self-criticism?"

"This sudden stunt of yours probably isn't anything good, is it?"

As the old saying goes, "Don't offer help when there's nothing wrong with it."

Especially cunning old foxes like An Jianjun.

If someone who doesn't usually burn incense is offering cigarettes and tea today, it's definitely not a good thing.

"What kind of talk is that?"

An Jianjun shoved a cigarette into his hand and even pretended to take out a lighter, saying, "Can't we, as superiors and subordinates, show a little bit of warmth?"

Chen Zheng's lips tightened slightly. He quickly took the cigarette, lit it himself, and took a deep drag to calm his nerves.

"Damn it, brigade commander, don't you know what kind of relationship we have?"

"You were so good to me last time... no, you've never been this good to me before."

"Speak, what is it?"

An Jianjun's smile froze for a moment. He rubbed his hands awkwardly and sat back down in his office chair.

"Since you're so direct, I won't beat around the bush with you either."

He opened the drawer, took out an official document, and then his expression turned solemn.

To be honest, he both approved and was reluctant to let go.

Snapped.

He threw the document on the table, and it slid to Chen Zheng's side.

"See for yourself."

Chen Zheng picked it up suspiciously, and after just one glance, his brows furrowed into a knot.

Order Regarding the Transfer of Comrade Chen Zheng to the Central Special Operations Base as an Instructor

There is a red seal at the bottom, which indicates it is the highest command center of the military.

"This is..." Chen Zheng raised his head blankly.

"You've been promoted."

An Jianjun sighed, leaned back in his chair, and looked at him with a complicated expression.

"Although the matter of unifying the angles last time cannot be made public, the big shots, both openly and secretly, actually know about it."

That's not actually the most important thing.

The most important thing is that after An Yuanchao fought with Chen Zheng a couple of days ago, he went back and praised him to the skies.

To say he's a once-in-a-century military genius, yet he's stuck in this remote mountain village in the southwest raising a little girl, is a waste of his talent.

Those who could speak with An Yuanchao, whether in office or not, were all of considerable status, and they all heard his words, which led to today's order.

An Jianjun smiled wryly and pointed to the ceiling.

"The bigwigs at the top are tempted."

"This is a military instructor from the central government, right under the emperor's nose."

"If you go there, you'll start as a lieutenant colonel and become a colonel in three years."

"Their resources, equipment, and troop strength are on a completely different level from ours."

"More importantly, soldiers from the central government are three points more respectful to officials."

"You could say that if you just nod your head, you'll be a respected figure in the military for the rest of your life, not just famous in this remote corner of our brigade."

This pancake is way too big.

Even a soldier wouldn't say no to a DSLR camera.

Chen Zheng held the few pieces of paper in his hand, his heart skipped a beat.

It wasn't for military rank.

He certainly has more authority in the capital, his troops are definitely stronger there, and he'll encounter more challenges.

After all, the system doesn't care which soldier he brings; as long as it's a female soldier, he should be able to bind with her.

"but."

An Jianjun's voice suddenly turned somber, "They urgently need people over there."

"The order states that you must take up your post immediately."

"That means..."

He stared into Chen Zheng's eyes and spoke, word by word.

"You have to get out of the Southwest Military Region right now."

"You must too..."

"Leave Mulan immediately."

The air in the room seemed to freeze.

……

Outside the office door.

An Ran's hand hovered in mid-air, just about to knock on the door.

But a series of words drifting out from inside stopped her from doing so.

Transferred to another post.

Beijing.

Leaving Mulan.

An Ran felt a buzzing in her head, and her blood ran cold.

How could that be?

Just last night, everyone was still in the warehouse, working together to help Song Jia overcome her psychological trauma.

It's been less than a month since Song Jia recovered, and the Mulan team finally had a true backbone.

Obviously...

An Ran recalled the night before last, on the grass, under the moonlight, Chen Zheng's sharp profile.

And last night, when he was on top of me, his body was burning hot.

She panicked.

She originally thought that as long as she worked hard to become stronger, she could always follow behind him and fight together for Mulan's honor.

But now, he's leaving?

Go to that far-off, unreachable capital city and bring along those so-called elites?

Then what are we?

What am I anyway?

An Ran bit her lower lip so hard that it drew blood.

She didn't want to eavesdrop.

As a competent soldier, she should have turned around and left immediately, or shouted "Report!"

But it's clear that the soldiers Chen Zheng led were not very competent in this regard.

Inside the room, An Jianjun's voice continued.

"Chen Zheng, I can't bear to see you go."

"But I can't let this ruin your future."

"You're an eagle; this little slum can't hold you."

"I've finished the paperwork for you. The car that's picking you up is on its way and should arrive this afternoon."

"As for that girl An Ran..."

Hearing her name called, An Ran's heart clenched painfully.

"I'll keep it a secret for you for now. I'll tell you after you leave, so that girl won't make a fuss."

You're hiding it from me?

Was he planning to keep me in the dark and then sneak away without even saying goodbye?

The grievances and anger overwhelmed An Ran almost instantly.

She couldn't take it anymore, so she placed her hand on the cold doorknob and pressed down hard.

Click.

in the office.

Chen Zheng had just stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and was about to speak.

Hearing the sound of heading east from the doorway, he and An Jianjun turned around together.

The door opened.

Anran stood there.

She wasn't wearing her training uniform, only her everyday clothes, which made her look even thinner.

His face was pale, his eyes were slightly red, and he stared straight at Chen Zheng on the sofa.

His eyes were both aggrieved and fierce, like a puppy that had been abandoned.

"An...Anran?!"

An Jianjun's teapot trembled, spilling hot water all over the table, but he couldn't care less at the moment.

He slapped his thigh, realizing to himself that something was wrong.

He least wanted An Ran to know.

Of all the characters in Mulan, if we were to say who was most reluctant to part with Chen Zheng, it would undoubtedly be her.