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

Chen Zheng followed A-Kun into the house, nodded, and pulled out two waterproof bags from the corner, pushing them over.

"The first thing to do is to retreat along the normal withdrawal line."

"No beating around the bush, no hiding, no mystical tricks, the more normal the better."

"Take muddy roads if you need to, find a car if you need to, and show up at the town entrance if you need to."

Ah Kun nodded.

"Understood, I'm good at running away."

Chen Zheng nodded and continued with the second matter.

"Go to the border crossing, and then to the rice noodle stall behind the cargo station."

"Tell the stall owner that the wood in the mountains is damp and you need a light."

"If the other party replies, I won't lend you fire, I'll only sell salt."

"Give this to him."

As he spoke, Chen Zheng stuffed a rolled-up piece of paper into A-Kun's hand.

Ah Kun glanced down at it and quickly put it away.

"The third thing."

Chen Zheng slammed another waterproof bag on the table. "Three days."

"If you haven't received any news from me or An Ran in three days, don't keep this bag; hand it over to the Chinese military."

"Inside are copies of the fingerprint tape retrieved from the bottom of the White Tower warehouse, as well as copies of the hand-drawn container layout diagrams."

Ah Kun had just reached out his hand when he stopped.

His eyes changed too.

This was practically his last line of defense.

The shed was quiet for a few seconds.

Ah Kun, carrying the bag, suddenly asked a question.

"Give me a backup, just in case I run off with the data."

Chen Zheng looked at him and gently shook his head.

"Your daughter is in junior high school in Kunming, you won't run away."

Ah Kun was completely stunned.

An Ran glanced at Chen Zheng, and her heart tightened for no reason.

She immediately understood that Chen Zheng was preparing for the worst-case scenario.

Even if neither of them comes back, at least one document can be sent out.

Ah Kun stared down at the waterproof bag in his hand, remained silent for a long time, and then suddenly rubbed his face.

"OK."

"I'll take it out."

Chen Zheng hummed in agreement and said nothing more.

Only Anran knew that one thing was missing from what had been placed in Akun's hands.

Identify the coordinate moisture-proof film on the inner layer of the buckle.

The most crucial thing is still in their own hands.

However, this secret really can't be known by more people.

Soon, the rain outside lessened a bit, but the fog became even thicker.

Outside the sawmill, once you walk more than five meters away, you start to lose sight of the surroundings.

Zhou Cheng tightened the small bag on his sister's back and stood by the door, feeling somewhat uneasy.

He hesitated for a long time before finally walking up to Chen Zheng and extending his hand.

Seeing this, Chen Zheng also reached out and grabbed it directly.

Zhou Cheng opened his mouth several times, but in the end he only managed to utter one sentence.

"Come back alive."

After saying that, he nodded vigorously at An Ran.

Zhou Cheng's younger sister stayed huddled to the side, her eyes red, but she didn't make a fuss.

Just before leaving, the little girl suddenly broke free from Zhou Cheng's hand and ran to An Ran.

The latter was slightly taken aback, then squatted down.

The little girl lowered her head and rummaged in her pocket for a long time before finally pulling out a crookedly woven straw rope bracelet and stuffing it into her hand.

"Sister, come back safely."

An Ran's fingertips trembled slightly.

The straw rope was poorly woven, with a stick-out end, clearly a child's own handiwork.

She looked down for two seconds, then raised her hand and ruffled the little girl's hair.

When Zhou Cheng pulled his sister back, his eyes were a little red.

Ah Kun tossed his bag aside, walked in front, and turned around to scan the surroundings.

"I'm gone."

"If you dawdle any longer, you won't be leaving before dawn."

The group left the shed and stepped onto the muddy road outside the town.

The footsteps were clear at first, but soon disappeared into the rain and mist.

The little girl was led by Zhou Cheng, and she would look back every few steps.

I watched it several times until the figure completely disappeared into the fog.

Ah Kun walked in front, and just as he was about to turn out of sight, he suddenly turned back and shouted, "Boss Chen, don't die!"

"If you die, I'll lose all my connections in the military, and my trip back home will have been for nothing!"

After saying that, he disappeared without a trace.

The shed was suddenly mostly empty.

The once crowded place was now only occupied by two people and a pile of clutter.

An Ran looked down at the straw rope and slowly put it on her wrist.

Chen Zheng stood at the door, staring outside, without moving for a long time.

Only after the footsteps completely disappeared did I unscrew the thermos and take a sip.

He then turned around and began packing up the last batch of equipment.

"Let's go."

Anran nodded and followed, carrying her bag.

Instead of taking the original route, the two went around the abandoned railway tracks after leaving the shed.

The gravel road was a bit rough on the feet, and the railway tracks were overgrown with weeds, which would often snag on people's trouser legs when they stepped on them.

Chen Zheng led the way, walking slowly, his ears constantly perked up.

Having come this far, any problem could easily lead to total defeat.

An Ran followed behind, remained silent for a while, and then spoke.

"Aren't you afraid that Ah Kun will sell the stuff?"

Chen Zheng stepped over a broken piece of wood, his tone indifferent.

"If I really sell it, it means I still need to work on my judgment of people."

An Ran couldn't help but laugh.

The smile had just appeared when it was quickly suppressed.

She stared at the figure in front of her, the straw rope on her wrist brushing lightly against her sleeve, and her breath caught in her throat.

Everyone has been seen off.

The two of them had no way out.

From that moment on, there was no one behind him and only Baiwenpo in front of him.

Even if this mission is successfully completed, they still don't know how to face their superiors, let alone An Jianjun.

However, they still chose to do it.

Before leaving, Ah Kun casually mentioned it.

"There is an old canal on the east side of Baiwenpo. According to the older generation, that place used to be the sewage channel of the church hospital."

"If you insist on going in, this can serve as an alternative entrance."

Chen Zheng and his companion followed the railway tracks for more than forty minutes before the abandoned brick kiln finally appeared behind the fog.

The iron gate was half collapsed, and the other half was hanging crookedly on the hinge.

Chen Zheng raised his hand and pushed it open, turning on his flashlight and scanning the inside with the beam.

The ground was covered with broken bricks and dry grass, and there was a pile of rotten planks in the corner.

Just as An Ran was about to enter the room, she suddenly felt her foot kick something hard.

She instinctively looked down and shone the flashlight in that direction.

It was an old military boot.

The soles of the boots were badly worn, and the uppers were cracked with blackened edges. I wonder how many years they've been lying here.

Anran squatted down and turned the boots inside out.

When the light swept to the inside of the shoe, I froze.

There is a very small engraving there, a very neat symbol.

She stared at the symbol, her breathing gradually slowing down.

This is also in my mother's notes.

The same.

……

An Ran squatted on the ground, still holding the old military boot in her hand, her pupils gradually dilating.

Chen Zheng knelt down, took the boots, and glanced at them.

His gaze fell on the engraving, paused for two seconds, and then he turned the boot over again.

A thin crack appeared at the edge of the boot sole.

He gently nudged it with the tip of his knife, and a small section of the broken dog tag chain was found stuck inside.

The metal has rusted to death.

Most of the characters on top have been worn away, leaving only two barely recognizable last two characters.

Snow line.

An Ran stared at the broken chain, reached out and took it, slowly clenching it in her palm.

"She's been here before."