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

Chen Zheng stood on the hillside outside the mine and asked calmly.

"What about those three minivans?"

"They've entered the manor and are currently in the basement area."

Chen Zheng remained silent for a few seconds.

Dawa Rob is making a last-ditch effort.

He was smarter than Qiangba Pingcuo; he figured it out immediately.

The Gongjue family fell, the Qiangba family fell, and the Dawa family could not possibly remain unscathed.

There's no escaping it.

The military has set up checkpoints at every intersection and locked their communications and financial accounts. Gesang's investigation team will arrive at Wajia's caterpillar fungus purchasing station first thing tomorrow morning.

So Darva Rob chose a different path.

They mobilized all available personnel to engage in armed standoff.

His logic is very simple.

If the people in the manor are taken hostage and a large-scale standoff is created, foreign media can sensationalize it as the army violently suppressing ethnic minorities.

Once public pressure builds up, the authorities may compromise.

As for the people in those three vans, their purpose was completely different from that of Dawa Rob.

They came to collect something.

If there are egrets underground in Qiangba's mine, it's impossible for Dawa's family not to have them as well.

The people of Bailu wanted to take things away before everything collapsed.

What happens after you collect it?

Dawa Rob probably thought these people were there to help him.

But Chen Zheng knew very well that after Bai Lu took the items, her next step would be to silence them.

The dead cannot speak, nor can they reveal anything.

There were two tables of people at one table of food.

Chen Zheng's lips curled up slightly.

This is an opportunity.

However, the problems are also obvious.

There were nearly a hundred people on the other side, including professionals from Bailu.

Even the fastest reinforcements from the military sub-district would arrive would take at least two hours, and Gesang's local forces would be even less capable of dealing with this armed standoff.

Standing on the hillside, Chen Zheng looked towards the Dawa family manor in the distance and made a decision.

He picked up the communicator and commanded, "Anran, Ram, listen up."

"I will go to the Dawa family manor alone."

There was a silence of about one second on the communicator.

An Ran's voice immediately rang out.

"Are you crazy?"

"There are nearly a hundred people on the other side, including White Egret agents. If you charge in alone, even if you are Chen Zheng..."

"Anran," Chen Zheng interrupted her directly, his tone serious. "You take Ram and provide support from the outside. If I don't come out within twenty minutes of going in, contact An Jianjun immediately for fire support."

"Don't wait for me."

The breathing sounds on the communicator suddenly became rapid.

An Ran gritted her teeth, her fingers gripping the communicator so tightly they turned white.

She knows Chen Zheng too well.

Once Chen Zheng speaks in this tone, it means there is no room for negotiation.

Ram stood to the side, his expression quite complex.

She opened her mouth, as if to say something to stop the instructor, but in the end she only said...

"Instructor, come back safely."

There was a moment of silence on the communicator.

Chen Zheng's voice came through again, tinged with a smile.

"Not only do I need to come back safely, but we all need to return safely."

Ram felt a sudden pang of sadness and turned her head away.

Anran closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

She knew she couldn't stop it.

"I'll give you twenty minutes." An Ran sighed, her tone quite calm. "After twenty minutes, whether you're inside or not, I'll rush in."

Chen Zheng did not reply.

The communicator was silent for three seconds before disconnecting.

Seeing this, An Ran put down the silent communicator in her hand and began to prepare for the rendezvous.

The plateau at dusk.

Chen Zheng walked alone on the dirt road leading to the Dawa family manor.

I didn't drive.

He walked there.

Since his identity had most likely been exposed, he simply put on his military uniform, held a thermos in his hand, and walked at a moderate pace.

The wind from the plateau blew from behind, pushing the hem of his clothes forward.

The roadside was covered with withered grass and gravel.

After walking for about ten minutes, the outline of the Dawa family manor came into view at the edge of the horizon.

It was a Tibetan-style manor, with stone walls that were more than two people high and iron gates tightly closed.

Temporary roadblocks have been set up around the manor – several pickup trucks are parked across the road, their cargo beds filled with sandbags and barbed wire.

A dozen thugs carrying steel pipes and machetes squatted behind the roadblock, looking quite nervous.

Further away, on the manor wall, one could see figures moving about.

Chen Zheng did not stop.

The thugs behind the barricades were the first to spot the lone figure walking towards them in the distance.

I didn't take it seriously at first.

No matter how arrogant they are, how could one person possibly walk towards a stronghold of hundreds of people?

It was probably an unsuspecting herdsman passing by; upon seeing the roadblock, he would naturally detour.

But the figure did not detour.

They walked steadily, step by step, towards the roadblock.

When they were about fifty meters away, the leader of the thugs finally saw the face of the newcomer.

The man's expression was calm and composed, as if he didn't take the nearly one hundred armed men in front of him seriously at all.

The lead thug swallowed hard, stood up, held the steel pipe horizontally in front of him, and shouted in broken Mandarin, "Stop! Take another step forward..."

Chen Zheng did not stop.

He simply raised his left hand, slowly unscrewed the lid of the thermos, and took a sip.

After finishing his drink, he screwed the cap back on and continued walking.

Thirty meters.

Twenty meters.

The thugs behind the barricades began to stir.

Some people gripped the steel pipe tightly, some subconsciously took half a step back, and some picked up walkie-talkies and started calling.

Finally, Chen Zheng stopped less than ten meters from the roadblock.

He stood there, holding a thermos, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the dozen or so thugs behind the roadblock.

Those whose gazes fell upon Chen Zheng all reacted in basically the same way.

They first looked at each other, then looked away, and finally began to involuntarily retreat.

One of the younger thugs was even trembling slightly.

At that moment, the manor gate was pushed open.

Darva Rob emerged with all the forces he could muster.

There were nearly a hundred people.

They stood in the open space in front of the manor, carrying steel pipes, machetes, and iron bars.

There were several men carrying hunting rifles at the back of the group.

It wasn't just Dawa's own people; the remnants of Qiangba's family were also included, along with thugs temporarily hired from surrounding villages and towns.

Dawa Rob stood in the middle of the crowd, wearing a black leather jacket, pushing up his glasses, trying to look serious.

But his right hand remained in his pocket, his thumb constantly rubbing the phone screen.

There has still been no response from that overseas number.

The people in the three black minivans did not appear.

They are most likely still in the manor's basement, busy with their own affairs.

Chen Zheng stood opposite the nearly one hundred people.

Dawa Rob looked at him and couldn't help but swallow hard: "You came alone?"

Chen Zheng didn't speak, shifting his gaze from Dawa Rob's face to the nearly one hundred people behind him.