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

Gongjue Suolang collapsed instantly, rolling around on the ground in pain and howling.

Chen Zheng ignored him completely.

He turned around and walked back to the campfire, picked up the thermos he had just put down, unscrewed the lid, and took a sip of goji berry water.

An Ran had already squatted on the ground and used tactical ropes to tie up the four White Heron personnel who had been beaten to the ground.

She dragged people over one by one and tied them up, counting as she did so: "One, two, three..."

As he was counting, he paused.

An Ran looked up and glanced around at the ruins, her gaze settling on the figure lying in the corner.

The last one, who was knocked unconscious by the brick, fell face down on the ground and remained motionless.

Anran walked over and kicked him in the waist.

no response.

He kicked again, this time with more force.

The man groaned, tilted his head, and drool dripped from the corner of his mouth, but he still didn't wake up.

An Ran confirmed that he wasn't dead, then bent down, grabbed him by the back of his collar, dragged him over, and tied him up with the other three.

"Four, that's it."

Ram stood in front of the group of kneeling thugs.

The thugs couldn't help but tremble, and some of them had already started crying.

At first, she really wanted to throw a few more punches, since the people who hit her father were his accomplices.

But seeing how cowardly these guys were, I suddenly lost all motivation.

Ram pursed his lips and withdrew his fist.

"Forget it, hitting you guys would just get my hands dirty."

Upon hearing this, one of the thugs immediately collapsed to the ground.

"Sister, spare me! I'm just doing this for money! Sonam sent me! It has nothing to do with me!"

Another thug chimed in, "Yes, yes, we were forced into it! Solang said he'd dock our wages if we didn't come!"

Upon hearing this, Ram sneered.

"You break someone's legs just because you're deducting their wages?"

"How much are you paid? How much for one leg?"

The thugs then dared not speak.

Chen Zheng walked to the side, took out his phone, and dialed An Jianjun's number.

After two beeps, the call was connected.

An Jianjun's voice was clearly sleepy: "What the hell's wrong with you now?"

"Brigade Commander, I have a brief report to give." Chen Zheng leaned against the wall, his tone still calm. "Gongjue Suolang was apprehended on the spot, and it is estimated that there are four people associated with Bailu, all of whom have also been subdued."

"The other side was armed with live ammunition and opened fire on our personnel."

"The shell casings, bullet marks, and shooting angles have all been preserved, and there is also video footage of the scene."

Speaking of the video, Chen Zheng turned his head and glanced at An Ran.

An Ran patted the personal recorder clipped to her chest and nodded at him.

Recorded in its entirety, down to the second.

From Gongjue Suolang's entrance to Bailu firing the gun, from Chen Zheng catching the bullet to cleaning up the mess, the footage is crystal clear.

An Ran's ability to handle matters reassured people.

"Request the local military district to send personnel to receive the prisoners," Chen Zheng continued.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

An Jianjun took a deep breath, his voice much clearer than before.

"You little brat..."

"Understood, I will send someone as soon as possible."

After saying that, he hung up.

An Jianjun hung up the phone, cursed, and then got up to make calls to call for more people.

Chen Zheng put away his phone and walked back to sit down by the campfire.

Ram also came back and plopped down on the brick next to him.

An Ran tied the last thug's hands and feet with rope before straightening up and stretching.

The three people rested around the campfire.

Ram's breathing had not yet fully calmed down, and her chest was heaving violently.

She was still clutching the red bracelet that Yao Yao had given her, her knuckles turning white from gripping it so tightly.

After a while, Ram suddenly turned her head and looked at Chen Zheng.

"Instructor."

"Um."

"You really caught those four bullets with your hands?"

Chen Zheng shrugged: "You saw it with your own eyes."

Ram fell silent.

What could she possibly say?

Anran, sitting on the other side of the campfire, couldn't help but sigh upon hearing this.

She also witnessed it with her own eyes, but her focus was completely different from Ram's.

Ram wondered if the instructor was even human.

An Ran was thinking that next time she encountered something like this, she would have to stand closer to Chen Zheng.

The campfire crackled in the ruins.

Gongjue Suolang stopped howling soon afterward, probably from fainting from the pain.

The kneeling thugs gradually quieted down, with only occasional sobs remaining.

The nights on the plateau are very quiet.

But what happened on these ruins tonight is destined to be anything but quiet.

Scattered around the ruins are the tents and mud-brick houses of a few herders, the closest being only seven or eight hundred meters away.

A silencer can suppress most gunshots, but it can't suppress screams.

The roar of the engines from Gongjue Suolang's SUVs as they drove by was also unmistakable.

About ten minutes later, several black dots in the distance began to sway.

Several herdsmen mustered their courage and walked over.

They walked very slowly, their steps hesitant, taking three steps and then stopping twice.

They stood at a distance of at least forty or fifty meters and saw the flames in the ruins, the people lying on the ground, and Chen Zheng and An Ran in their military uniforms.

His facial expression was quite complex.

A Tibetan man in his forties walked to the front and hesitated for a few steps.

He was wearing an old Tibetan robe and rubber shoes with worn-out soles, his face tanned dark by the high-altitude ultraviolet rays.

The man glanced at the thugs on the ground, then at the four foreign men bound like dumplings, and finally his gaze settled on Lamu.

He asked in broken Mandarin, "Are you... soldiers?"

Ram nodded.

The man then turned to look at Gongjue Suolang on the ground.

The latter's knee was shattered, his entire trouser leg was soaked in blood, and he was in so much pain that he was unconscious.

The man's lips trembled for a long time.

"He...was he really beaten up?"

Ram pointed at Chen Zheng: "My instructor did it."

The man suddenly turned his head and looked at Chen Zheng.

Chen Zheng was sitting by the campfire, holding a thermos in his hand, calmly responding to his gaze.

A look of disbelief flashed across the man's face.

Then, several herders behind him began to whisper among themselves.

The voice grew louder and louder, and the tone became increasingly agitated.

It was all in Tibetan, and Chen Zheng couldn't understand a single word.

But he could glean two words from those people's expressions.

It made me feel better.

One of the younger herdsmen even clenched his fist and spat at Gongjue Suolang on the ground before being quickly pulled back by the people next to him.

The murmurs grew louder, and several women who had been standing at the back squeezed to the front.

An old woman walked to the front, bent over, and was not even as tall as Lamu's shoulder.

She reached out and grabbed Ram's wrist.

The latter was caught red-handed and instinctively tried to pull back, but when he saw the old woman's red eyes, his hand froze in mid-air.