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

Seeing that someone was praising him, Ram became extremely proud and started teaching the girls how to properly exert force when punching.

After a couple of demonstrations, a girl followed her instructions and punched a young man next to her in the shoulder.

The young man immediately winced in pain.

Seeing this, Ram laughed so hard he slapped his thigh.

Chen Zheng was pulled by the old man Ciren and sat down on the threshold.

Then, the old man brought out a bowl of butter tea from the house and handed it to Chen Zheng with trembling hands.

The bowl was a very precious piece in his home; it was made of white porcelain and was only used when offering sacrifices to Buddha.

Chen Zheng took the bowl and quickly thanked him.

Tsering, the elderly man, smiled, sat down next to him, and began to talk at length.

It's all in Tibetan.

Sometimes he would beam with joy, sometimes he would pat his knees and laugh, and sometimes he would furrow his brow and gesture.

Without Ram's translator by his side, Chen Zheng could only barely understand a portion of what was being said.

But he listened patiently, nodding occasionally and taking a sip of tea now and then.

The old man would stop after each paragraph to check Chen Zheng's reaction.

Chen Zheng nodded to him, indicating that he was listening.

The old man then happily continued talking.

The two of them actually chatted for a good several tens of minutes.

An Ran watched this scene from afar, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up.

The instructor, who usually had a cold face, was now sitting on the threshold, with a bunch of hadas around his neck and a cup of butter tea in his hands. Next to him sat an old man who was talking incoherently.

This scene is interesting no matter how you look at it.

Just then, Chen Zheng's cell phone vibrated in his pocket.

He put down his bowl of butter tea and took out his phone.

The screen displayed a message sent by An Jianjun.

The message was very short, only two lines long.

"You have a new mission from above, it's related to the person behind the egret."

"Mission details to be discussed in person. Hand over the cleanup to the local authorities. Return as soon as possible."

The person behind the egret.

Chen Zheng stared at those words and immediately understood.

It's highly likely that the things that were handed over to the authorities worked.

He stared at the screen for a few seconds, his expression remaining completely unchanged.

After a moment of contemplation, he put his phone back in his pocket.

The elderly Tsering was still talking about something nearby, and seeing this, he curiously came over to take a look.

Old man Chen Zhengchong smiled, picked up the bowl, and took another sip of butter tea.

Seeing him smile, the old man chuckled along and continued his unfinished Tibetan story.

Chen Zheng raised his head, looked over the old man's shoulder, and gazed at the bustling village before him.

The herders gathered in twos and threes, their laughter echoing from all directions.

Several children were chasing and playing in the yard.

One of the little girls was the one Ram gave the sausage to last time.

At that moment, she was riding on the back of a calf, giggling.

In the distance, An Ran was pulled to sit on a rock by a group of women. Her arms were so full that she could no longer hold them, and one of the women was stuffing milk curds into her hands.

An Ran's expression gradually changed from stiff to helpless.

Finally, she resigned herself to her fate and accepted everything, only casting a pleading look in Chen Zheng's direction.

Chen Zheng simply pretended not to see it.

Just kidding, didn't you see that even your instructor was under hard control?

Lamu blended completely into the crowd, holding hands with several girls and dancing a dance that Chen Zheng couldn't understand. The movements were clumsy, but the laughter was deafening.

The old man Tsering tugged at his sleeve and pointed to Tashi Dondrup, who was sunbathing in the distance.

Tashi Dondrup sat on a wooden chair in the courtyard. The cast on his injured leg had been removed, and it was now being re-secured with bandages.

The military region doctor has examined him and said that it was fortunate that it was discovered early and no vital organs were damaged. After two more months of rest, he should be able to walk again.

Tashi Dondrup saw Chen Zheng from afar and immediately tried to stand up.

Ram's mother quickly held him down to stop him from moving.

Tashi Dondrup could only sit there and wave vigorously in Chen Zheng's direction.

Chen Zheng nodded at him as well.

The sun on the plateau is very warm, and it feels cozy and pleasant on people.

The sky was ridiculously clear, and the snow-capped mountains in the distance stood silently.

The air was filled with the aroma of yak butter tea and dried beef.

Chen Zheng sat on the threshold, holding the bowl, and finished the last sip of butter tea.

Then, he placed the bowl on the threshold, dusted himself off, and stood up.

The old man, Tsering, looked up at him, and seemed to sense something; his smile faded slightly.

The old man grabbed Chen Zheng's wrist, not with much force, but with a firm grip.

A pair of cloudy old eyes looked at him, clearly asking silently – Are you leaving again?

Chen Zheng did not pull his hand back.

He lowered his head, looked into Tsering's eyes, and said something earnestly.

"I'll come see you again next time."

Tsering understood.

The old man slowly released his grip, nodded vigorously, and his lips curled into a smile again.

He knew that the young man meant what he said.

I just don't know if I'll still be here next time I come...

After Chen Zheng finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the SUV.

An Ran quickly stuffed all the things she was carrying into the trunk and waited in the driver's seat.

After reluctantly saying goodbye to the group of girls, Ram ran after them and jumped into the back row.

She was still waving out the window as she closed the car door.

The off-road vehicle started and slowly drove away from the village entrance.

In the rearview mirror, the figures of the herdsmen grew smaller and smaller.

Tsering, the elderly man, was still standing at the door, leaning on his cane, his head slightly tilted back, watching the car drive away.

The little girl riding on the yak was waving, waving for a very long time, until the off-road vehicle disappeared at the end of the dirt road.

The carriage was quiet for a while.

Ram leaned against the back window, watching the wasteland rushing past outside, and suddenly whispered something.

"Instructor, after we go back this time, can we come again?"

Chen Zheng did not turn his head, his gaze fixed on the straight dirt road ahead.

"able."

Ram hummed in agreement and said nothing more.

An Ran gripped the steering wheel, glancing at Chen Zheng out of the corner of her eye.

She noticed that Chen Zheng took out his phone, glanced at the screen, and then put it back.

The movement was quick, but An Ran still managed to catch it.

She didn't ask.

Once this matter is settled, you can stay here for a few more days and enjoy some rare leisure.

This is Ram's hometown, and the three of them have just made contributions, so the higher-ups won't object to them taking a few days off.

But he was still in such a hurry, barely even sitting down before he was eager to leave.

With her judgment, she could probably guess what this meant.

There must be some new task assigned from above.

A new mission means a new enemy.

Moreover, their opponents may be even more formidable than the three major families combined.

An Ran took a deep breath and turned her gaze back to the road ahead.

No matter what she faces next, she will stay by that person's side.

This is something that never needs to be confirmed by anyone.