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

next morning.

When Chen Zheng opened his eyes, An Ran was already awake.

She was squatting by the stove, adding water to the iron kettle, her movements very gentle, clearly afraid of waking Ram, who was still snoring.

Chen Zheng sat up and looked down at the military jacket draped over his shoulders.

That was the coat he had draped over An Ran last night, but she had put it back at some point.

Chen Zheng didn't say anything, picked up his coat, put it on, and got up to walk to the window.

It was already bright outside the window.

The distant snow-capped mountains were dazzling under the sunlight.

He has already read the message Gesang sent last night.

The affairs of the three major families have been basically handed over.

Gesang, along with the joint investigation team from the review group and the military district, has taken full control of all the business accounts of the Gongjue family, the Qiangba family, and the Dawa family.

Those who should be arrested have been arrested, and the mines that should be shut down have been shut down.

A joint investigation team from the Beijing Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection, the Audit Bureau, and the National Security Bureau has been dispatched to Xietongmen County to formally begin a comprehensive investigation.

He no longer needed to keep an eye on things after that.

Chen Zheng withdrew his gaze, walked to the table, picked up the thermos, unscrewed the lid, and took a sniff.

The goji berry water was still warm.

He took a sip and turned to look at Ram, who was still fast asleep on his cot.

Ram was sleeping in a very relaxed posture, sprawled out on the bed in a starfish shape, with the blankets already kicked off to the floor, and a trace of drool still hanging from the corner of her mouth.

Chen Zheng walked over and kicked the leg of the cot.

With a loud clang.

Ram sprang to his feet, instinctively grabbing his dagger and shouting, "Who's there!"

Chen Zheng, holding a thermos, said calmly, "Get up."

Ram paused for two seconds, then, after recognizing the person in front of her, immediately sheathed her dagger and collapsed back onto the bed.

"Instructor, let me sleep for five more minutes..."

"three."

"Just five minutes..."

"two."

Ram jumped out of bed instantly and hurriedly started getting dressed.

The three of them quickly tidied up and left the safe house.

An Ran checked the tactical holster at her waist and casually asked, "What's the plan next?"

Chen Zheng stood at the door, looking in the distance, and remained silent for a few seconds.

"Let's go back to Ram's village."

Ram was stuffing things into her backpack when she heard this, and her hands paused involuntarily.

"Back to the village?"

"Say goodbye to Elder Tsering." Chen Zheng screwed the lid off his thermos, his tone still calm. "And while you're at it, check on Tashi Dondrup's leg to see how it's recovering."

Ram's eyes welled up with tears, then she grinned, tossed her backpack over her shoulder, and slung it over her shoulder.

"Come on! I'll drive!"

Upon hearing this, An Ran's expression changed slightly.

Ram's driving left a deeper impression on her than Chen Zheng's driving.

Chen Zheng drives faster than Lamu, but he exudes a sense of security.

Ram was driving only slightly slower than him, but the sense of danger was palpable.

The feeling of having your life constantly in someone else's hands is really uncomfortable.

"I'll drive," An Ran said, walking towards the SUV first.

Ram chased after him, indignant: "Why should I? This is my territory, I know the way around here!"

"Stop talking nonsense," An Ran said, and directly opened the driver's side door and got in.

Ram opened her mouth, but in the end, she resigned herself to her fate and crawled into the back row.

Chen Zheng sat in the passenger seat, holding a thermos, his face expressionless.

The off-road vehicle started and drove onto the bumpy dirt road.

Compared to Ram's reckless driving style, Anran's driving skills were much more stable.

The speed wasn't slow, but at least it wouldn't give passengers the illusion that they were experiencing a car accident.

Ram leaned back in the back seat, propped her legs up on the back of the front seat, and suddenly asked, "Instructor, do you think Grandpa will cry when he sees you this time?"

Chen Zheng did not reply.

"He cried when you left last time," Ram said to himself. "An 87-year-old man, crying like a child, you couldn't stop him."

An Ran glanced at Ram in the rearview mirror: "Didn't you cry back then too?"

"Mine is different!" Ram glared at her. "Mine was smoked!"

"There's no smoke outside the safe house."

"...sandstorms."

There was no wind that day.

How do you remember it so clearly?

An Ran rolled her eyes and ignored her.

The car bumped along the dirt road for nearly forty minutes, passing through a withered yellow meadow and over a gentle slope.

On the distant horizon, a cluster of low-lying Tibetan-style adobe houses appeared.

That's the village where Ram's family lives.

Before the car even reached the village entrance, Lamu poked her head out from the back seat and glanced outside.

Something's not right.

An Ran noticed it too.

The atmosphere at the village entrance was completely different from when they last came.

Too many people.

People from several surrounding villages came, not just herders from near Lamu's home.

Men, women, and children crowded on both sides of the dirt road at the village entrance; there were at least a hundred people.

An elderly person with a cane stood at the front, while a woman holding a child squeezed into the crowd.

Several teenagers, perched on the earthen wall, also craned their necks to look towards the road.

The news quickly spread throughout the plateau.

The Gongjue family, the Qiangba family, and the Dawa family all fell.

The forces that had oppressed the herders for over a decade were overthrown in just a few days by a young man in military uniform.

Tsering Wangdu is back.

The young man, who was so thin he was practically skin and bones, was taken back to the village by the military region's medical vehicle. His mother collapsed to the ground on the spot, holding her son and crying until her voice was hoarse.

There is now hope for Dajie's severed arm to be treated again.

The military doctor said the corrective surgery could be arranged, and the cost would be covered by the authorities.

The woman whose husband had been taken to the mine and whom she had not heard from since finally received news—her husband was alive, had been rescued, and was receiving treatment at a military hospital.

With all these things happening at once, the herders were eager to see what the man who had saved them from their predicament looked like.

The SUV slowly came to a stop at the village entrance. Chen Zheng opened the car door.

As soon as he stood firm, the crowd surrounded him.

A white hada scarf was extended from the crowd and placed around his neck.

The man wearing the hada was a Tibetan man in his forties, who was none other than the village chief, Losang.

Losang's eyes were red and his lips were trembling; he wanted to say something.

But after opening his mouth for a long time, he could only squeeze out a sentence in somewhat broken Mandarin.

"Thanks."

Chen Zhengchong nodded.

Before he could even respond, a second hada was placed on top of him.

Then, the third and fourth hadas were also placed up.

White, yellow, and blue hadas were hung on him one after another.

Some of the hada scarves were brand new, neatly folded, and the silk surface was still shiny.

Some of them are quite old, with worn edges and faded yellow color.

These items, which are treasured in the homes of these herders, are only taken out for important festivals.