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

Tsering Wangdu was obviously unhappy about not receiving the money, so he went to ask several more times, but the mine manager only said that the settlement would be made at the end of the year.

Later, Tsering Wangdu sensed something was wrong and wanted to leave.

That evening, the mine's security guards cornered him in the workers' shed and beat him up.

Tsering Wangdu never returned after that.

The elderly couple went to the county town to report the case, and the hat-wearing person said they would investigate.

However, after three months of investigation, no results were found.

The old woman sat by the stove, her back hunched, clutching a hada (a ceremonial scarf) in her hand.

That was hung on the Buddhist shrine at home by Tsering Wangdu before he left home.

It's been half a year, and the edges of the hada are all worn rough.

She choked up as she spoke something in Tibetan, and Lhamo translated with her head down.

"She said... her son told her before he left that he would buy her a new pair of shoes when he got his wages."

"Her shoes were worn out, but she couldn't bear to buy new ones and wanted to wait for her son to buy them for her."

Ram's voice went hoarse halfway through the translation.

She sniffed hard, swallowing the rest of her sentence.

Chen Zheng stood at the door without going inside.

He listened quietly, then took out his phone and wrote down the details of each household and each name.

Dajie suffered a broken right arm, caused by the Dawa family.

Tsering Wangdu was illegally detained at the Qiangba family's mine and has not returned for six months.

……

Ram stood beside Chen Zheng, watching his screen. The more she looked, the angrier she became, but she managed to hold back her anger.

By the time he left the last house, Losang had stopped talking.

Everything that needed to be said has been said. The rest depends on whether this outsider is willing and able to get involved.

Chen Zheng put away his phone and stood on the road at the entrance of the village.

The night wind blew from the direction of the snow-capped mountains, and it was bone-chillingly cold.

He did not express his opinion on the spot.

As they walked out of the village, Ram followed behind him, hesitated for a moment, and then asked.

"Instructor, can we rescue the man imprisoned at Qiangba's mine?"

Chen Zheng turned his head and glanced at her.

"Let's deal with Gongjue's family first."

"None of the rest will escape."

Upon hearing this, Ram nodded vigorously.

She knows the instructors too well.

This man never boasts.

When the two returned to the ruins, the military district's takeover personnel had already arrived.

Two military green Mengshi off-road vehicles were parked outside the ruins.

Four White Egret Special Forces personnel were forced into the back seat of a military vehicle, their wrists all handcuffed.

Gongjue Suolang was carried up on a stretcher. His knee was broken, and he couldn't walk. He was in so much pain that he was covered in cold sweat, but he had stopped howling.

It probably howled for too long and used up all its energy.

The officer escorting the vehicle was a lieutenant. Upon seeing Chen Zheng's rank, he immediately stood at attention and saluted.

"Sir, the personnel have been counted. There are four foreign armed men, one local suspect, and seventeen shell casings at the scene, which have been bagged and sealed."

Chen Zheng nodded, signed a handover document, and indicated that they could leave.

Soon, the military vehicle started up, and its taillights gradually disappeared into the night.

The group of thugs who were kneeling on the ground were also taken away by the locals, each with their heads down and necks hunched over.

The ruins finally fell completely silent.

After the site was cleaned up, Anran sat by the campfire without saying a word.

She leaned against the wall, legs outstretched, holster unfastened and tucked into her waistband.

Chen Zheng walked over and sat down next to her.

An Ran turned to look at him, her gaze heavy.

"Instructor."

"Um."

An Ran was silent for a few seconds, then said softly, "I always thought that our enemy was outside."

"Enemy country, spy, terrorist."

"But what I heard from those herders today..."

"It makes me feel that some enemies are among our own people."

Chen Zheng did not respond.

He simply picked up the thermos cup that was next to him, unscrewed the lid, and handed it to An Ran.

Anran took the bottle, poured some water into the bottle cap, and the monkey took a sip. Then it looked up at the night sky.

Just like I saw on TV when I was a child, the starry sky on the plateau is truly brighter than anywhere else.

But tonight, everything seemed a bit too bright for her.

At the other end of the campfire, Ram squatted down, poking the fire with a stick.

Sparks flew up, reflecting off her red-rimmed eyes.

Just now in the village, the old woman's hands clutching the old hada scarf kept lingering in her mind.

An Ran glanced at her but didn't say anything.

The three of them sat by the campfire for a long time.

Before the military district personnel arrived, Losang contacted a deputy county head.

Although he himself didn't have high hopes, he didn't expect that the deputy county head would actually come.

Around 3 a.m., a Santana drove up from the direction of the county town.

The deputy county head, surnamed Gesang, is a Tibetan cadre in his early forties.

He was short and slightly overweight, wearing an executive jacket, and his forehead was covered in sweat.

He was woken up in the middle of the night and heard about Gongjue Suolang being subdued, so he rushed over without even washing his face.

After Gesang got off the bus, the first thing he saw was Chen Zheng and An Ran's military uniforms.

He first breathed a sigh of relief, then became nervous again.

He walked quickly to the three people, extended his hand to shake hands, then withdrew it, wiped it on his trouser leg, and then extended it again.

"Greetings, sir. I am Gesang, the deputy county magistrate of Xietongmen County. I apologize for being so late..."

"Sit down and talk," Chen Zheng said, pointing to a rock nearby.

Gesang quickly sat down.

He learned that Gongjue Suolang had been subdued, but his first feeling was one of worry.

"Chief, the Gongjue family has been affected. The Qiangba and Dawa families will definitely cause trouble tomorrow." Gesang sighed, sweat pouring down his forehead. "The three families have always been linked together. Moving against one of them is like causing a huge problem."

Chen Zheng did not answer, but instead asked, "Why didn't your county do anything about it before?"

That's a very direct question.

Gesang gave a wry smile, as if he had finally waited for this question.

He started from the beginning, recounting all the humiliating things that had happened to him over the past few years.

"First and foremost is public opinion."

"When the Gongjue family was investigated last time, Solang directly had a video released on overseas media, crying and saying that he was a 'persecuted ethnic minority'."

"The video was widely circulated on several overseas websites, causing quite a stir."

"The higher-ups gave the county a severe scolding, saying that we were 'crude in our working methods and lacked sensitivity to ethnic policies'."

"The deputy director in charge of the investigation was transferred the following month."

At this point, Gesang gave another bitter smile.

"And then there's the fact that all three families are descendants of the old nobility."

"It is clearly stated in the documents above that it has 'united front value'."

"It means that we should prioritize unity and avoid escalating conflicts."

"Of course, I'm not saying there's anything wrong with the policies above."

"This statement makes sense from a macro perspective, but the dust of history, when it settles on a person, becomes a mountain..."