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

it's dark.

Chen Zheng kicked open the dormitory door, too lazy to even take off his training uniform, lay down on the bed, and vigorously rubbed his cheeks with both hands.

Two images kept flashing through my mind.

One is in the basement of the Cloud Club, where Yao Yao is driven mad by high-purity hallucinogenic drugs, her eyes bloodshot.

Another image is of a mother, her face weathered by the elements, carefully wrapping a red scarf around her daughter at the military district gate at dusk.

Chen Zheng sat up irritably, grabbed the thermos next to his pillow, and gulped down more than half of it with goji berry water.

I then forced myself to calm down and started to analyze the current situation.

The complete Dream Butterfly Step reward from the system task is so valuable that it can drive the clan to such madness, even making them confident that once they complete it, they will be able to dominate the martial arts world.

Moreover, his own embarrassing ailment in that area only caused a long-lost thrill when he inhaled the Blue Dream gas.

This thing may very well hold the secret to healing.

Once the matter of the main family is over, all core data and research materials related to Lan Meng will inevitably be classified as top secret and completely sealed or even destroyed.

If they want to regain their former glory then, they'll have to find another way.

Driven by this selfish motive, this matter must be pushed further and further.

Chen Zheng scratched his hair in frustration and muttered a curse under his breath.

"Damn it, have I, Chen Zheng, the dignified Mulan instructor, become so fussy and sentimental from spending so much time with those girls?"

"No more thinking, let's do it!"

The key to breaking the deadlock now lies in the method of breaking the deadlock.

It was clearly unrealistic to challenge the five great families head-on; An Jianjun's earnest warning from earlier that day still echoed in his ears.

The five established families have completely banded together, and the higher-ups, fearing repercussions, have chosen to compromise.

Going in alone to overturn the table right now is nothing short of reckless behavior from someone with a brain-depleted brain.

We must find a breakthrough.

I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep.

The next morning, the reveille resounded throughout the Southwest Military Region.

The Mulan Special Forces Team had already lined up on the parade ground.

For the first time ever, Chen Zheng did not appear.

An Ran stood at the front of the line, holding a stamped leave slip in her hand. She cleared her throat and announced that Chen Zheng would be taking half a day off today.

Ram's eyes widened instantly, then she looked at Meng Yi beside her and whispered.

"What the hell? The drill instructor actually took leave?"

"Could he have been abducted by aliens and replaced with an android to fool us?"

Shen Doudou rubbed her sleepy eyes and whispered in agreement.

"I think Ram is absolutely right. How could a monster like an instructor, whose physical abilities push the limits of humanity, possibly need to take leave for rest?!"

Keyboard pushed up the thick, black-rimmed glasses on his nose, a glint of all-knowing wisdom flashing in the lenses, and immediately began to explain the science.

"Based on my deduction, the instructor must have done something earth-shattering a few days ago without anyone knowing."

"Considering the recent uproar surrounding the Zong family incident in the military region, it's highly likely he rushed to the capital overnight for Yao Yao's sake!"

"Although the details of the battle are currently unknown, they ultimately won a great victory, but also suffered extremely serious internal injuries and are currently hiding in their dormitory practicing internal energy to heal!"

These childish remarks surprisingly won the unanimous approval of all the Mulan members.

The female soldiers all gasped, and the tragic image of Chen Zheng, covered in blood, standing alone amidst thousands of soldiers, flashed through their minds.

Standing at the end of the line, Yao Yao clutched the hem of her training uniform tightly, her once big, watery eyes now filled with worry.

She kept their trip to the Cloud Club a closely guarded secret, but she was actually unaware of the situation Chen Zheng was facing.

Therefore, she concluded that the instructor had taken on all the pressure alone to protect her.

At this moment, Chen Zheng was walking lazily into the least noticeable building in the entire military region: the military region library.

The elderly manager at the front desk was slumped over the table, drooling all over it.

The old man was startled awake by the sound of military boots stomping on the floor.

The moment the old man saw the two bars and two stars on the newcomer's epaulettes, he immediately sat up straight.

It's really rare to see active-duty military officers coming to the library these days.

Chen Zheng ignored him completely, walked straight through the rows of brand-new borrowing areas, and went directly to the deepest part, in front of a row of old bookshelves covered in dust.

He didn't come here with any specific goal; he was just feeling restless and wanted to find a quiet corner to stay in and maybe read some books to clear his head.

What came into view were outdated military tactics textbooks, yellowed war history materials, and a few political theory books that had been worn smooth by repeated use.

Just as I was about to turn around and find a quiet place to sit down, my gaze was suddenly drawn to a splash of bright red.

It was a red book tightly sandwiched between two military regulations.

As if possessed, Chen Zheng reached out his right hand, pulled out the book, and randomly flipped to a page.

He had never been interested in this kind of political theory before.

But today, he found himself increasingly engrossed in the book.

My gaze suddenly fell on a particular sentence on a certain page.

Chen Zheng stared at the line of text several times, then suddenly closed the red book, a long-lost smile appearing on his lips.

The Zichan class is inherently weak and prone to compromise.

Only then did he finally regain his senses.

Previously, I had been stuck in a rut and completely misled by An Jianjun's habitual thinking, subconsciously regarding the five great families as an impenetrable wall.

I always felt that these five families were closely connected, and that moving against the Southwest Clan was tantamount to declaring war on the four major powers at the same time, which would have far-reaching consequences.

But these old foxes are truly a united front.

It's simply a horror of slipping the world!

Those self-proclaimed ancient martial arts families, once their hypocritical masks of morality are torn away, are essentially a group of profit-driven ruthless individuals.

They spared no effort to unite and protect the main family, purely out of fear that if one of them were to perish, the other would be left vulnerable.

Today, the top leadership can use swift and decisive measures to overthrow the Zong family; tomorrow, they can use the same pretext to eliminate all of these people as well.

Protecting the clan is, frankly speaking, protecting themselves.

But what if I could cause the Zong family, this behemoth, to collapse while the other four families not only remain unscathed but also manage to take a bite out of them?

Will these so-called allies still fight to the death with the higher-ups for the sake of the Zong family's survival?

The answer is obvious.

Those old foxes will definitely run faster than rabbits, and they might even feel that the Zong family isn't dead enough, so they'll personally go up and deliver the final blow.

The most fatal weakness of an alliance bound by shared interests lies in those interests themselves.

As long as a grand scheme is orchestrated, protecting the main family becomes a losing proposition, or even a ticking time bomb.

That seemingly unbreakable alliance crumbled in an instant, like water spilling from a hole.

Chen Zheng stuffed the red book back into the crevice, turned around, and strode out of the library.

His steps were several times lighter than when he came.