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

Chen Zheng left An Jianjun's office but did not return to his own.

He walked around the main building and went to the shooting range.

Chen Zheng sat down against the target wall, still thinking about what An Jianjun had said.

The main family was saved.

Downgrade, dismiss, sever ties.

Yao Yao doesn't need to leave.

It sounds like a good result, but Chen Zheng knows it's not the best outcome.

A semi-transparent panel suddenly popped up in front of me.

System settlement.

[Ding! Team member Yao Yao's exclusive mission has been completed!]

The reward has been issued.

Chen Zheng stared at the panel for several seconds.

It seems the system has shown leniency.

After all, the mission requires the annihilation of the main family, but the main family has not yet been destroyed.

Thinking back on my two lifetimes as a soldier, this is the first time I haven't completed a mission perfectly.

Chen Zheng put the thermos on the ground and rubbed his face with his hands.

To be fair, rewarding reality is not a bad thing.

The complete version of the clan's ultimate martial art, Dream Butterfly Step.

A set of movement skills, focusing on agility and unpredictability, enabling close-range evasion and short-range dashes.

His straightforward and direct approach complemented each other.

Rewards are rewards, but they should be given.

Chen Zheng squatted in a corner of the shooting range, lost in thought.

This was a feeling he had never experienced before.

compromise.

In his past life, he was a king of soldiers, and things on the battlefield were black and white.

An enemy is an enemy; kill them all if they deserve to be killed.

There's an enemy standing in front of you. Kill him, mission accomplished, time to go home.

Clean and neat.

But in this lifetime, he realized that there are some enemies you can defeat, but you won't be allowed to fight them.

Some battles you may win, but you may not win them completely.

Every generation has its own Long March.

Chen Zheng admitted that there was some truth to that.

He understands the principles.

The Yan family controls logistics in three provinces, the Zhao family is connected to overseas finance, and the Li family has ties to local officialdom.

If everything is overturned, it will trigger a wave of unemployment and a chain reaction.

It's not that the higher-ups don't want to act, it's that they can't act right now.

He listened to all of that.

Being able to hear something doesn't mean you can swallow it.

Chen Zheng was neither a politician nor an economist; he was just a soldier.

In his simple worldview, bad people deserve to die.

But the world is such that the simplest things are the hardest to do.

He squatted in a corner of the shooting range for about ten minutes.

During that time, I tried to stand up and move around a bit, and also took a couple of steps on the open ground using the Dream Butterfly Steps I had just acquired.

With a slight movement of his feet, his figure seemed to float unreal.

I feel weightless and directionless, yet I can land precisely where I want to go.

Good skill, it really is a good skill.

But he couldn't muster any enthusiasm.

He took two steps and then stopped, squatting back down in the corner.

After pondering for another hour, he stood up and muttered something to himself.

There won't be a next time.

Next time, no matter who the opponent is, no matter what the higher-ups say, he will not let any damned person leave his firing range alive.

There won't be a next time.

……

Chen Zheng stayed at the firing range for almost an hour.

Yao Yao also looked for him for a while.

Go to the playground first, there's no one there.

When I went to the communications room, the keyboard said that the instructor had gone out and they didn't know where he went.

I went to the cafeteria again, but there was none there either.

Finally, after circling around to the back of the camp, they found the person at the firing range.

Yao Yao came running over, a red scarf tucked into her arms, panting heavily.

She stopped in front of Chen Zheng, took a couple of breaths, and hesitated a little.

Chen Zheng was about to leave when he saw this and stopped, glancing at her.

"Why are you running so fast? Are there wolves chasing you?"

Yao Yao did not respond.

She lowered her head, took a deep breath, and then bent down, bowing deeply at a ninety-degree angle.

"Thank you, instructor."

Chen Zheng was stunned for a moment.

Then he reached out and patted her head.

"Don't thank me. You're one of Mulan's people, it's only natural for me to help you."

Upon hearing this, Yao Yao straightened up and raised her head.

She sniffed and suddenly tilted her head to ask.

"Instructor, what were you doing here all by yourself?"

"Unhappy?"

Chen Zheng's expression stiffened for a moment.

This girl has a pretty sharp intuition.

But he remained unfazed, picked up the thermos and shook it.

"You've finished your goji berry water, come and get some more."

Yao Yao glanced down at the thermos in his hand.

There isn't even a tap here, what are we supposed to get water from? Muddy water, you know?

She clearly didn't believe it.

But he didn't expose it; he just snorted through his nose.

"oh."

Chen Zheng was too lazy to argue with her and strode towards the camp.

Yao Yao followed behind him.

After walking about ten steps, he suddenly spoke in a low voice.

"Instructor, no matter what happens to the clan, I will not go back."

"This is my home."

Chen Zheng paused for a moment.

However, it only lasted for a moment.

Then he continued walking forward without saying a word.

Yao Yao didn't say anything more, and just followed quietly behind.

……

That evening.

After lights out, the entire camp fell silent.

Chen Zheng did not return to his dormitory.

He carried his thermos, crossed the playground, and headed straight for An Jianjun's office.

The light is still on.

Chen Zheng pushed open the door and went in.

An Jianjun was engrossed in reviewing documents, with four or five cigarette butts piled up in the ashtray on his desk, and the office reeked of smoke.

When he saw Chen Zheng push the door open and come in, he raised his eyelids slightly, somewhat surprised.

"Why aren't you asleep yet, you little rascal?"

Chen Zheng didn't reply. He turned around, closed the door, walked to the opposite side of the desk, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

An Jianjun stopped writing.

Because he noticed that Chen Zheng's expression was different.

It wasn't that defiant, sour face from the daytime, nor that usual carefree attitude.

It was very calm, even unusually solemn.

This kid has only been serious a handful of times since he joined Mulan.

Every time I get serious, nothing good comes of it.

An Jianjun put down his pen, pushed the ashtray aside, and leaned back in his chair.

"Speak, what is it?"

Chen Zheng was silent for a few seconds before speaking.

"Brigadier, there's something I've never told anyone."

"I want to tell you something today."

An Jianjun's expression changed.

It wasn't just a slight frown; it was a complete stiffening of the posture, with the back of the chair lifted off the chair and the hands resting on the table.

He has been dealing with Chen Zheng for quite some time.

This kid may be a bit cheeky, but that's because he's really strong.

Something that makes him take it so seriously must be something big.

Has he gotten into trouble again?

"you say."

Chen Zheng took a breath, raised his head, and looked directly into An Jianjun's eyes.

I have a hidden illness.

An Jianjun frowned.

Anyone who has served in the military knows that some injuries are more agonizing than losing an arm or a leg.

It won't kill you, but it will make you miserable every day.

"How long has it been?"

"It's been a long time."

An Jianjun suddenly stood up from his chair, walked around the desk, and stood in front of Chen Zheng.

This kid in front of me can punch through a grandmaster's chest, and he swept through the entire military region with a bunch of girls, single-handedly turning the Zong family upside down.

He actually has a hidden illness?

An Jianjun shook his head repeatedly: "Are you out of your mind?"