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

There are no secrets that stay hidden forever.

Especially among these ordinary soldiers who had nowhere to expend their energy.

The next day at noon, in a corner of the cafeteria.

The two military police officers who had been spying on Chen Zheng and An Ran's moonlit rendezvous were now gossiping amongst themselves.

The younger soldier nudged the older soldier with his elbow and asked in a low voice, "Squad leader, do you think Instructor Chen... is really leaving?"

"Shh!"

The veteran glared at him, terrified. "Are you out of your mind? How can you just spout such nonsense?!"

"No, I really heard it."

The new recruits quickly lowered their voices.

"I was delivering documents this morning when I passed by the brigade commander's office and overheard them chatting."

"They said they're transferring Instructor Chen to the capital, to be some kind of... Imperial Guard?"

"The Imperial Guard?" The veteran was taken aback. "The Central Government?"

"Yes, yes, yes! That's it!" The recruit waved his spoon excitedly. "It's right under the emperor's nose! It's much more impressive than our southwest back home. They even said they'd promote Instructor Chen!"

The veteran fell silent.

He rummaged through the rice in his bowl for a long time, then let out a long sigh.

"That's true. Instructor Chen is a real dragon; how could our shallow bay possibly contain him?"

"It's such a pity about Mulan and her girls, and Captain An..."

The two spoke softly, their voices barely registering in the noisy cafeteria.

But by sheer coincidence, it happened less than two meters behind a pillar.

Ram was carrying a full plate of braised pork, ready to find a place to have a big meal, when she heard this and was dumbfounded.

Instructor Chen...is he leaving?

The braised pork in the dish suddenly didn't smell good anymore.

……

On Mulan's dining table.

An Ran was not present at the time, so he used the excuse of going to the brigade headquarters to report, but actually he went out alone to relax.

Song Jia carefully counted the rice in the bowl.

Her obsessive-compulsive disorder has subsided, but she still eats slowly and carefully, remaining as refined as a well-bred lady.

Meng Yi held a whetstone and sharpened her bone knife, stroke by stroke.

"Something's happened!"

Ram slammed the plate down on the table.

Everyone was startled and looked up at her.

"What's wrong? Did you eat expired canned food again and your stomach hurts?" Song Jia instinctively reached out to check her pulse.

No, that's not it!

Ram remembers her face turning bright red. She looked around to make sure no one was paying attention before whispering, "Instructor... the instructor is leaving."

The table fell silent instantly.

"What did you say?" Keyboard frowned involuntarily. "That joke isn't funny."

"real!"

Ram was so anxious that he stamped his feet and told her everything he had heard.

Central government order.

Chief Instructor of the Imperial Guard.

These words plunged the table into an even longer silence.

Actually, there's no need for verification at all.

An Ran's unusual behavior yesterday, her limping gait, and her unconcealable look of disappointment—now it all makes sense.

It turned out to be the case.

This is what the brigade commander talked to Chen Zheng about.

"Too."

After a long while, the keyboard finally spoke, "I knew it. Based on the instructor's abilities, his stats don't belong here."

"This 'hexagonal warrior' is just sitting here leading us; it's a real waste of resources."

"Going to the central government would be the ideal situation."

She spoke rationally, but her hands under the table were gripping the hem of her clothes tightly.

"Then... what about my lab rat?"

Song Jia muttered to herself, and couldn't help but start to feel anxious.

"If I got a new instructor, they'd definitely think I'm a freak, right?"

"What if they demolish my lab?"

Meng Yi didn't say anything, but simply put away the whetstone and sheathed the bone knife.

To them, Chen Zheng was not just an instructor, but also the backbone and soul of Mulan.

When the soul departs, the person also departs.

"Then why didn't the captain tell us?" Shen Doudou asked softly.

"Fool."

Ram sniffed. "The captain is afraid we'll feel uncomfortable, afraid we'll make a fuss."

"Besides... the instructor definitely didn't agree to leave right away, otherwise he would have packed his things long ago."

The group exchanged glances.

Yes.

If Chen Zheng really wanted to leave, he wouldn't have needed to hide it at all.

The fact that he kept it a secret shows that he cares.

This shows that he still wanted to lead this team out and didn't want to disrupt morale.

"Then what do we do?" Guo Huaiying asked. "Should we ask the brigade commander?"

"no."

Keyboard shook its head, forcing itself to calm down.

"The instructors and captain both chose to keep it a secret; this is the situation they wanted to see."

"If we cause trouble, it will only make things difficult for the captain and make the instructors feel uneasy about leaving."

She glanced at her teammates, her gaze sharpening once more.

Pretend you don't know.

"Not only do you have to pretend you don't know, but you also have to perform better and stronger than usual."

"We need to show the instructor that even if he leaves, Mulan is the best soldier he ever trained!"

"Let him...leave with dignity, without any regrets."

Upon hearing this, a surge of pride rose in everyone's hearts.

"Right!" Ram slammed his hand on the table. "We can't let the instructors down!"

"During this afternoon's training, if anyone dares to utter a sound of complaint, I'll sew their mouth shut!"

"Have a meal!"

……

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

The atmosphere on the training field was rather strange.

Normally at this time, this place would be filled with howling ghosts and wailing wolves.

Ram's screams, Song Jia's complaints, the keyboard player's laziness, and Chen Zheng's sharp tongue are all part of Mulan's repertoire.

But today, it's very quiet here.

"20km weighted cross-country run, let's begin!"

At An Ran's command, everyone rushed out like mad dogs.

No one complained.

Shen Doudou, who usually gets out of breath after running just a few steps, gritted her teeth today and kept up with the group, losing blood and flesh but not falling behind.

Ram carried a 30-kilogram backpack, and blisters formed on the soles of her feet.

Normally, she would have been rolling around on the ground by now.

But today, she bit her lip tightly and didn't utter a sound.

Guo Huaiying's version is even more outrageous.

Relying on her terrifying metabolic engine, the girl insisted on being at the forefront, and soon she was drenched in sweat.

Even the keyboard, which is known for being the laziest.

Now he's taken off his glasses and keeps moving forward.

Sidelines.

Chen Zheng lay under the parasol, holding his ever-present thermos, watching the group of female soldiers.

"Tsk."

"These girls, they're usually all wailing and howling like ghosts, but today they're acting like this all of a sudden, as if they're afraid I don't know the inside story."

He shook his head, his mind perfectly clear.

Like a group of puppies abandoned by their owner, they desperately try to show themselves, wanting to tell their owner that they are still worth feeding.

"Instructor..."

An Ran finished running a lap and came to Chen Zheng.

"The team is in great shape, please increase the training volume!"

Chen Zheng glanced at her.

"Extra training?"

That's enough.

"If you really train them to the point of ruining them, I, as their instructor, will have to clean up their excrement and urinate for them."

An Ran's nose tingled with emotion, then she shouted loudly, "Yes! Thank you for your concern, Instructor!"

Watching An Ran run back, the smile in Chen Zheng's eyes slowly faded, and then he sighed.

These soldiers are a bit slow and stupid.

But it's still quite cute.