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

"Take it back?" Ram looked up and asked, puzzled.

Chen Zheng pondered for a moment and continued, "During that operation in Tibet, when you were fighting those bastards from the Gongjue family, you were definitely good at charging ahead, but it's also true that you got carried away with your emotions."

"On several occasions, if An Ran hadn't been there to restrain you, didn't you almost force your way in?"

Ram was speechless, and her cheeks flushed red.

Thinking back carefully, I remember seeing the old woman's tears and Tsering Wangdu being tortured into such a terrible state.

He genuinely intended to storm into Qiangba's house and open fire. He hadn't considered the aftermath or the overall situation.

If the captain hadn't stopped them, who knows how much trouble they would have caused.

Ram didn't argue back, but silently bit her lower lip.

Looking at her flushed cheeks, Chen Zheng continued, "Keeping you here is the beginning of pushing you towards becoming capable of standing on your own."

"Bringing Meng Xue along is going to cause you trouble."

"You have to keep an eye on her, control her, and make her obey you."

"If you can't even keep things stable yourself, how can you expect others to?"

Ram has always been used to following orders and charging forward.

If the sky falls, the instructors and captains will hold it up; all you need to do is charge forward.

But now, the instructor wants her to learn to restrain herself.

For the first time, Ram understood something.

He himself was destined to become a leader.

After a long silence, she took a deep breath, suddenly raised her head, and looked directly into Chen Zheng's eyes: "Then, once I've controlled myself, can I go?"

Chen Zheng closed the thermos, turned and walked towards the office building, leaving only one word: "Yes."

Ram watched Chen Zheng walk away and loosened her clenched fist.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me.

Meng Xue ran over in her camouflage training uniform, completely unaware of the conversation that had just taken place.

The training uniform was specially chosen to be a large size, but it was still too tight on Meng Xue.

Ram stared at Meng Xue's chest and silently swallowed.

This girl doesn't need extra sandbags when running with weights anymore.

"Sister Ram, what are we practicing today?" Meng Xue ran up to Ram, put her legs together, and saluted.

Ram looked at the little girl in front of him.

The other person's eyes were fixed on him, waiting for him to give the order.

Only then did she realize that she was the one raising this child.

She took a deep breath and subconsciously imitated Chen Zheng's usual lecturing posture.

With his hands behind his back and a stern face, he said, "Today, we'll practice holding the gun. If you can't stand still for two hours, no one is allowed to eat."

As soon as the words left her mouth, Ram couldn't hold back.

This smell is too strong; it's not like her usual style at all.

An Ran, who happened to be passing by, overheard this and quickly walked away, suppressing her laughter.

Meng Xue, however, was completely unaware and instead stood even straighter.

In her eyes, the usually carefree Sister Ramu was now exuding a powerful aura.

Upon hearing this, Meng Xue immediately straightened her back even more and replied loudly, "Yes, mission accomplished!"

Her serious attitude made Ram stop smiling.

No, if I continue to be so irresponsible, wouldn't I be misleading the younger generation?

Ram cleared his throat, stepped forward, and kicked Meng Xue's slightly turned-out toes away: "If you're going to stand at attention, you should look like one."

"Heels together, toes apart at a 60-degree angle, chest out, head up, eyes forward!"

From boasting to taking it seriously.

Only Ram himself knows how significant this transformation was.

……

That afternoon, the camp's equipment storage room was brightly lit.

Ram was squatting alone on the ground, sorting various tactical equipment into two tactical backpacks.

My hand glided over a few familiar items.

The edges of An Ran's frequently used quick-draw holster were already worn white.

There were also several packs of first-aid supplies, bulletproof plates, and a change of clothes nearby.

In the past, Ram would definitely have taken the opportunity of packing her luggage to go and say a few sarcastic remarks to An Ran.

Or you could pester them relentlessly, begging them to take you along.

But this time, she really didn't say anything more.

She picked up the holster, carefully checked the buckle, and after confirming that everything was in order, she put it into the quick-access pocket on the outside of her backpack.

After checking all the small items again, they were carefully stuffed into the shockproof interlayer.

He then zipped up the backpack, patted it hard, and moved much more nimbly than usual.

At this moment, An Ran pushed open the door and walked in, ready to take away the equipment for her long journey.

Ram stood up, picked up one of the backpacks with one hand, and handed it over: "If you need anything, remember to get it yourself on the way. You won't be able to get it once you arrive."

Anran took the heavy backpack, paused for a moment, and then noticed the change in Ram.

This girl has really calmed down.

Previously, it wasn't that she lacked ability, but rather that she hadn't adjusted her mindset.

Having adjusted by this point, she could almost be considered a qualified vice-captain.

"I'm really not messing around anymore," An Ran teased.

Ram snorted coldly, crossed his arms, and raised his chin slightly: "Who's making a fuss? I'm the rear guard general now."

An Ran nodded upon hearing this: "Alright, General!"

Seeing that she wasn't joking anymore, Ram's expression turned serious. He leaned closer and whispered, "Captain, you go with the instructor. Don't get distracted. I'll cover for you from behind, don't worry!"

Anran knows Ram all too well.

This girl usually seems carefree, but once she makes a promise, she'll do anything to keep it.

Thinking this, she also stopped smiling and replied solemnly, "If Meng Xue is too naughty, you should discipline her if necessary, don't be lenient."

Mentioning Meng Xue, Lam immediately perked up, raising her eyebrows: "Don't worry about that, I'm good at disciplining kids. I guarantee I'll have her completely under my control in less than a month."

"Who's a kid? I'm twenty years old this year."

Suddenly, a head popped out of the doorway. Meng Xue walked in carrying several guns. Upon hearing Ram's words, her eyes widened immediately.

Seeing Meng Xue pouting, Ram and An Ran exchanged a glance and burst out laughing at the same time.

late at night.

The camp was quiet, with only the occasional footsteps of patrolling sentries.

Ram sat alone on the bed, a dim yellow lamp shining beside her.

At this moment, all her attention was focused on an old notebook in front of her.

Holding a ballpoint pen, he was writing and drawing on the paper.

Meng Xue has weak basic physical fitness, so she needs to proceed gradually, starting with five kilometers of weighted walking every day.

This girl is timid; we need to find a way to toughen her up. Tomorrow, I'll take her to the back mountain to catch snakes.

No, no, what if she gets scared and cries? We'll have to comfort her then. Let's just take her to the shooting range and let her hear the gunshots for fun.

The pen tip glides across the paper, leaving crooked and uneven marks, but each stroke is written with great care.

Ram frowned slightly, his mind racing as he considered the upcoming training plan.

After a long while, she finally put down her pen.

Looking at the page full of training priorities, I breathed a long sigh of relief.

This was the first time Ram understood that sometimes staying is also a way of moving forward.