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

Seemingly not expecting Chen Zheng to be so direct, the phone fell into a long silence.

Chen Zheng didn't urge him, and just listened quietly.

He could imagine that Grandpa An Yuanchao must have rushed back to his room right now.

After waiting for almost a minute, the old man's voice finally rang out again.

"What exactly are you trying to do, kid?"

"I don't intend to force the issue."

Chen Zheng's voice was very calm.

He didn't go into too much detail, but he clearly explained the core idea of ​​how to break the deadlock.

The division and disintegration caused the so-called alliance between the main family and the enemy to rot from within, leaving them isolated.

Then, take the most legitimate route and deliver the evidence that could kill them to the highest authorities.

After listening, An Yuanchao remained silent for a moment.

Another ten minutes later.

"Do you know that by doing this, you're playing mind games with a bunch of old foxes who've lived most of their lives?"

"What makes you think you can outmaneuver them, you young man in your early twenties?"

Chen Zheng's answer was simple: He smiled and said:

"Because they have weaknesses, I don't."

"They were afraid of losing the benefits they had already gained, afraid that their family's foundation would be shaken, and afraid that their century-old reputation would be ruined in an instant."

"They hesitated and overthought things, fearing this and that."

"I'm not afraid of anything."

"I'm barefoot, fighting against a group of people wearing golden shoes, my chances of winning should be pretty good."

A soft laugh suddenly came from the other end of the phone.

Chen Zheng could tell that it was laughter of considerable appreciation.

"Fine, you've got guts, kid."

The old man sighed and smiled helplessly, "Among the big families in the capital, there are indeed one or two who have a deep grudge against the main family."

"But I can't directly help you with the connection; it's a bit inconvenient for me to get involved."

"Although I've retired, this identity still exists."

"If people find out that I was the one behind this, the nature of this matter will change. Some people might speculate that the country is planning a large-scale crackdown on ancient martial arts families, which will only make things more chaotic."

Chen Zheng listened quietly.

He understands this principle.

"However..." An Yuanchao changed the subject, "I can point you in the right direction."

"The patriarch of the Zhou family in the capital, Zhou Dingshan, has an old feud with the Zong family."

"About twenty years ago, the ancient martial arts world was fighting for territory. The clan stabbed the Zhou family in the back, causing the Zhou family's most promising direct disciple at the time to become a cripple."

"The Zhou family has always remembered this grudge."

"Later, the Zong family got involved with Lan Meng and their power grew too fast. The Zhou family couldn't find a good opportunity and had to swallow their anger."

"If you can show the Zhou family an opportunity to bring down the Zong family, and they don't have to put in much effort themselves, they would be happy to give you a push from behind."

An Yuanchao then added a special warning.

"But remember, the Zhou family isn't any better."

"Anyone who has managed to fight the Zong family for so many years and still survive must have some dirty hands."

"Thanks, sir."

Chen Zheng thanked him and hung up the phone decisively.

After hanging up the phone, he sat on the bed and suddenly found it a little funny.

As a soldier, I now have to act like a politician, scheming against people and forming cliques.

It's much simpler on the battlefield.

The enemy is right there. Aim, fire.

It's either you die or I die; it's simple and straightforward.

But now, he is facing an invisible net.

There were no visible enemies, no battle lines, and everything was shrouded in mystery.

He looked down at his hands.

These hands can punch through a half-meter-thick blast door and disassemble or assemble any firearm in a second.

But now, when faced with such a conflict of interest, no amount of effort is of any use.

This feeling made him very unhappy.

……

The next day, Chen Zheng took the initiative to knock on An Jianjun's office door.

This time, he wasn't as impulsive as before. He simply pulled out a chair and sat quietly opposite the brigade commander.

He briefly explained his general ideas to An Jianjun.

While not all the details were revealed, the core message remained the same.

He wouldn't act recklessly, he wouldn't rush to the central government to complain alone, and he certainly wouldn't let things get out of control.

An Jianjun's expression was quite complicated after listening.

"Chen Zheng, do you know what I'm most afraid of?"

What I fear most is not your failure.

"There are no invincible generals in this world. If we fail, we can always start over. There's always a way."

"I'm afraid you'll succeed."

"I'm afraid that even if you succeed, the price will be that you ruin yourself as well."

He was indeed somewhat wary of Chen Zheng's prestige and strength.

However, the existence of such a talented person is an absolute blessing for the country, and he should not die because of such family struggles.

That would be a major loss for the country.

Chen Zheng did not answer immediately.

His gaze fell on the enamel mug with five red characters printed on it on the desk.

"Commander, may I ask you a question?"

Chen Zheng looked away and refocused his gaze on An Jianjun's eyes.

"If there's one thing that's absolutely right, but the person doing it might pay a heavy price, should they still do it?"

An Jianjun opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't utter a single word.

Yeah, should we do it or not?

For soldiers, the answer to this question was already there when they put on their uniforms and swore an oath under the red flag.

It's just that after a long period of peace, we've been caught up in these messy networks of relationships for too long.

Many people, including himself, have almost forgotten the original answer.

Chen Zheng stood up and walked towards the door.

The office was eerily quiet.

Reaching the door, Dan placed her hand on the doorknob and stopped, but she didn't turn around.

"Brigadier, I have one last question for you."

"If it comes to the most critical moment, I'll need your help."

"This is neither asking you to lead troops nor asking you to disobey orders."

"Just help me deliver something to where it's supposed to be."

"Are you in or not?"

Another moment of silence followed.

An Jianjun stared intently at Chen Zheng's tall and straight back, his fist clenching and unclenching repeatedly under the table.

After a long pause, he finally clenched his fist and said firmly, "...Okay!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Zheng smiled slightly, opened the door, and went out.

He looked up at the sky and let out a long breath.

Everything is ready.

Everything is ready, except for the final push.

He reached into his pocket and touched his phone.

The screen still displays the latest intelligence message that was just sent from the keyboard.

That was a detailed record of the recent whereabouts of Zong Yanhui, the head of the Zong family, and the people he had secretly met.

Chen Zheng glanced down at the densely packed list and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Zong Yanhui, I'd like to see how long your so-called allies can protect you."