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

The afterglow of the setting sun bathed Chen Zheng's face.

At that moment, all three girls were stunned.

Sweat slid down his angular jawline, and his usually somewhat frail face appeared unusually flamboyant under the sweat and the setting sun.

Chen Zheng casually tossed the mask on the ground, shook his wet hair, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Congratulations, you've cleared the level."

These words, though seemingly casual, instantly released the last vestiges of tension from the three of them.

There was no cheering, no jumping.

"vomit……"

The keyboard was the first to respond; she rolled over and dry heaved onto the ground.

Next was Yao Yao, who was crying and laughing at the same time, making muffled sobs, and sprawled on the ground in a starfish position, her chest heaving violently.

Lamu lay at Chen Zheng's feet, looking at the smiling face backlit above her head, her vision gradually blurring.

"Wow--"

She opened her mouth and burst into tears.

The next second, Keyboard and Yao Yao also crawled over, and the three of them piled on top of each other, crying and laughing, vomiting and shouting in the twilight.

……

An hour later.

The helicopter's rotors spun rapidly, producing a tremendous roar.

Inside the cabin, the three girls, each wrapped in a thermal blanket, leaned against each other and drifted into a baby-like sleep.

They were so exhausted that even if the sky were to fall, it would probably be difficult to wake them up.

Anran sat opposite her, holding a warm, damp towel, and gently wiped away the dried dirt from Yaoyao's face.

She moved very gently, afraid of touching the cuts made by the thorns.

At this moment, Yao Yao's face was covered in several cuts.

In the past, if she saw herself looking like this, she would have cried for three days and three nights straight.

But now, the girl is clutching the empty metal box containing antibiotics tightly in her arms, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth.

"Go to sleep, we're home."

An Ran said softly, though no one could hear her.

As for Chen Zheng?

That heartless guy went to another area long ago, saying he wanted to share the benefits and bring some warmth to the other groups as well.

An Ran strongly suspected that this guy simply had some strange fetish.

……

Half an hour later, at the gate of the special operations brigade base.

After the helicopter landed and the cabin door opened, a strange smell wafted out.

Then, four savages came down.

An Ran walked at the front, looking disheveled, but at least still somewhat human.

The last three are exaggerated.

His hair was all tangled, with blades of grass clinging to it, and his face was as black as if he had just crawled out of a coal mine.

He was wrapped in a thermal blanket, and his exposed arms and legs were covered in bruises.

The sentry standing guard at the gate instinctively raised his gun, but awkwardly lowered it when he saw it was An Ran, though he couldn't help but wrinkle his nose.

"Is this what special forces are like...?"

The sentry muttered to himself, his eyes filled with admiration.

Just then, a voice trembling with sobs suddenly rang out.

"Yaoyao? Ram?"

A female military officer rushed out of the administration building on the other side of the gate.

She wore a crisp, ironed casual suit, shiny leather shoes, and light makeup.

It's Xiaoye.

The one who was ruthlessly kicked out of Mulan by Chen Zheng not long ago and transferred to an administrative position.

She was carrying a bag of snacks she had just bought, intending to wait at the entrance to see if she could run into her old teammates.

But when she saw what these people looked like, the bag in her hand fell to the ground with a thud.

"How...did you all become like this?"

Xiao Ye rushed over with red eyes, wanting to hug Yao Yao, but froze halfway through her outstretched hand.

Looking at Yao Yao's hands covered in scratches, the inflamed wounds on Ram's arm, and the face covered in sores on the keyboard, she didn't know where to begin.

"Does it hurt?"

Xiao Ye's eyes reddened, and tears fell. She frantically pulled out wet tissues from her pocket, wanting to wipe Yao Yao's face, and then tried to hold onto the keyboard that was about to give way.

"Is that instructor crazy? How could he torture you like this?"

"Yaoyao, your skin is all sunburned... I have a repairing mask, the best kind, I'll go get it for you later."

"And Ram, your wound... Come on, I'll take you to the infirmary. I know the best military doctor there..."

Xiao Ye kept talking, her tone full of heartache and anxiety.

Seeing her former gossip-loving girlfriends in this state now made her feel extremely sad.

However, the scene of Xiao Ye bursting into tears did not occur.

The scene was strangely quiet.

Yao Yao let Xiao Ye wipe her face with scented wet wipes, just smiling slightly, without saying anything more.

"Why...why aren't you saying anything?"

Xiao Ye's hand froze in mid-air. Feeling a little uneasy under Yao Yao's gaze, she subconsciously took a half step back.

"Have they all gone stupid from all this training? I'm Xiao Ye..."

Keyboard instinctively pushed up his glasses, but then remembered he was blind. He could only sigh and smile, "Thank you, Xiao Ye, but we're both a little tired today."

Xiao Ye was taken aback; Yao Yao and Jianpan would never have said that before.

Ram was even more direct. She wrapped the blanket around herself tighter, her gaze sweeping over Xiao Ye's impeccably clean military uniform, finally settling on her spotless little leather shoes.

"It's too clean." Ram shook her head, her tone not envious, but with a hint of awkwardness. "I'm not used to it."

It's too clean.

Xiao Ye's delicate perfume and fabric softener scent had no trace of blood or earthiness.

This cleanliness, however, felt somewhat unsettling to them, who had just crawled out of the brink of death.

The three of them exchanged a glance and couldn't help but smile knowingly.

Looking at them, Xiao Ye felt that the people standing in front of her were no longer the same as before, but rather a few female soldiers who had been wronged.

At that moment, Xiao Ye clearly felt that a thick barrier had formed between her and them.

She suddenly realized that she could never go back.

Even though she was once one of them, from the moment she was kicked out of Mulan, they were already on two different paths.

Her heartache might seem superfluous to them.

Xiao Ye opened her mouth, wanting to say "Thank you for your hard work," but in the end, she couldn't utter a single word.

My concern seems so out of place here.

At this moment, An Ran, who had been silent until now, moved.

She took a step forward, sidestepped, and blocked the three team members' view.

Although An Ran was covered in mud, her imposing presence was overwhelming.

She looked down at Xiao Ye with a slight smile, but it seemed a bit polite.

"Xiao Ye, take the snacks back with you. I'll take them to take a shower first."

Upon hearing this reply, Xiao Ye quickly stepped forward: "It's alright, I'll wait for you to finish washing, and we'll get together this afternoon..."

"Go back," An Ran interrupted her directly. "We have training this afternoon."