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

Before leaving, An Ran broke free from Chen Zheng's hand and walked step by step to the unconscious lady.

She crouched down and stared intently at her mother's face for a full ten seconds.

Her voice was rather hoarse, and every word seemed to be uttered with all her might.

"You'd better stay alive."

"Live until the day I personally send you to hell."

However, at that moment...

The lady, who should have been unconscious, twitched her eyelids slightly.

A mocking smile appeared on her lips.

A faint but clear sound came out intermittently from deep in her throat.

"You think...it's all over...?"

An Ran suddenly stood up, as if she wanted to do something else.

Chen Zheng had already grabbed her arm and led her away.

As An Ran boarded the armored vehicle, she looked back one last time.

That experimental area had just been taken over; it was brightly lit and filled with security personnel, but it offered her no sense of security whatsoever.

She felt that her mother had been abandoned by everyone once again.

This time, she didn't say a word, and didn't even get to say goodbye to the little girl from before.

He simply turned away in silence and walked into the shadows of the carriage.

The atmosphere was very oppressive on the way back to the Southwest Military Region.

Anran leaned against the car window without saying a word.

She sat there quietly, her eyes wide open, staring intently at the scenery rushing past the window, her eyes very dry.

All his tears were shed in the ground of Baiwenpo.

It was a silence more unsettling than crying out loud.

Anyone could tell at a glance that this girl couldn't take any more setbacks.

Chen Zheng sat next to her, opening his mouth several times as if to say something, but each time he only managed a sigh before swallowing it back down.

He knew very well that An Ran didn't need any comforting words right now.

Language is far too pale in the face of such suffering.

All she needed was a completely safe place where she could have a good cry.

But as an adult, a soldier, a soldier who has lost her mother, where else can she cry?

The off-road vehicle was driving on a rugged mountain road when it suddenly lurched violently.

Almost reflexively, An Ran tightly protected the waterproof bag in her arms with both hands.

Inside the bag was a group photo of her mother, Lin Liangyu, which she had secretly hidden and was supposed to hand over as evidence.

That wasn't just a cold piece of evidence.

That was the last trace of her mother that could be touched in this world.

Chen Zheng didn't say anything, but silently took off his coat, threw it at her without even looking at her.

The coat wasn't very thick, but putting it in a waterproof bag made it a bit softer.

An Ran stiffened for a moment and turned her head to look.

Chen Zheng's gaze remained fixed ahead, and he spoke softly.

"Put some padding on it, so you don't damage the contents. I'll seal it for you when we get back."

An Ran's lips moved, but in the end she said nothing.

She simply reached out and silently adjusted the coat, which still carried Chen Zheng's warmth, and placed it under the waterproof bag before leaning her head back against the cold car window.

Speechless all the way.

When the familiar gate bearing the sign "Southwest Military Region" came into view, the atmosphere inside the car became even more subdued.

Soon, the car came to a slow, steady stop.

Anran pushed open the car door and stood on the ground, her calves still trembling slightly.

She looked up.

Then they saw An Jianjun standing at the edge of the training ground not far away.

His back was still ramrod straight, exuding the powerful and dignified aura of an older generation of soldiers.

Only his tightly clenched fists, with veins bulging from excessive force, revealed the turmoil in his heart.

Anran initially tried to remain calm.

She tried her best to project the aura of Captain Mulan, and like every time she returned from a mission, she walked slowly over and gave a standard military salute.

She even opened her mouth, as if to say, "Mission accomplished."

But when her gaze truly met her father's eyes, all her pretense instantly crumbled.

In those eyes, there was worry, heartache, and raging anger.

But more than anything, it is a father's pain and self-blame.

He blamed himself for his powerlessness and was heartbroken by what his daughter had gone through.

But clearly, he was also a victim in this matter.

It was just that one glance.

An Ran completely broke down.

She felt as if all the bones in her body had been removed, and she could no longer stand.

She stumbled and almost fell, tumbling into that broad and firm embrace.

"dad……"

The next second, the wailing that had been suppressed all the way and endured for too long finally rang out.

"Wow……"

That was the breakdown of a child who had been battered and bruised outside, when he finally returned home and faced his parents' concern.

She cried like a child, without any rhyme or reason, tears streaming down her face.

The blank of his mother's whereabouts over the years, and the hope that was ignited when he finally found her in Baiwenpo.

The cruelty of having the truth revealed only to be torn apart, and finally, witnessing your enemy, with your mother's face on your back, unleash the most vicious curse upon you...

All the pain, all the grievances, all the resentment and anger, poured out at this moment with this heart-wrenching cry.

An Jianjun's entire body stiffened the moment he hugged his daughter.

He could feel how violently his daughter's body was trembling in his arms, and he could hear the immense grief contained in her cries.

This iron-willed brigade commander, who had never blinked an eye in the face of danger on the battlefield, instantly had tears welling up in his eyes.

But he didn't lose his composure.

He simply hugged his daughter stiffly, awkwardly, yet with all his might.

That large hand, accustomed to holding a gun and giving orders, was now trembling slightly, gently patting An Ran's uncontrollably shaking back.

"Ranran...don't cry..."

"Dad's here."

"Ranran, don't cry, Daddy's here."

There were no more words, just this one sentence, repeated over and over in a low voice.

It was very quiet around.

All the soldiers who passed by, whether officers or soldiers, stopped silently and walked around the area when they saw this scene.

No one came forward to disturb them.

This is a moment for a father and his daughter.

Chen Zheng stood beside the SUV not far away, without going over.

He took a cigarette out of his pocket, put it in his mouth, and slowly lit it.

His usual nonchalance and frivolity had vanished without a trace, leaving only a rare, quiet solemnity.

He just watched quietly as the girl, who was usually stronger than anyone else, cried like a lost child in her father's arms.