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

The atmosphere in the dormitory area of ​​the Hua Mulan Women's Special Forces in the Southwest Military Region was very oppressive.

Anran is back.

But it seems like he hasn't come back.

She stopped crying and became unusually quiet.

From the moment she returned to the military region, she locked herself in her room and took out the contents of the waterproof bag one by one, spreading them out on the table.

That slightly yellowed black-and-white group photo, that old cassette tape with a worn-out case, and those few pages of blood-stained interim summaries.

She found a soft velvet cloth and gently wiped the edges of the group photo.

Song Jia walked in carrying a glass of warm water. Seeing her like this, she didn't know what to say.

"Anran, have some water."

An Ran seemed not to hear, continuing to wipe the photos with her head down.

Song Jia placed the water glass on the table and tentatively asked, "How are you feeling now?"

"It's alright," An Ran replied softly without looking up.

"Are you feeling unwell anywhere? For example, a headache, or chest tightness?"

"no."

"Who would you like to talk to?"

"In no mood."

This rational calm is all the more unsettling.

As a qualified military doctor, Song Jia knew that An Ran's mental state had reached its limit.

Outside the dormitory, the Mulan team members were unusually quiet.

He adjusted his glasses and couldn't help but sigh.

Ram sat in the corner, grinding his back teeth, his eyes blazing with anger.

She tried to stand up and rush out several times, but Guo Huaiying held her down firmly each time.

"Let me go!"

Guo Huaiying didn't say anything, but just hugged Lamu's waist and forced her to sit on the chair.

Jiang Nan sat to the side, holding a disassembled fuse in her hand, studying it intently, muttering to herself: "Non-explosive... To create a large enough commotion without causing actual casualties... High-frequency sound waves or infrasound can be used..."

Chen Zheng leaned against the door frame and glanced at her.

With just one glance, Jiang Nan immediately hid what she was holding behind her back and gave an embarrassed smile.

Even Meng Yi, Meng Xue, Yao Yao, and Li Yue.

Everyone was filled with resentment.

For Anran, and also for Lin Liangyu, the senior they had never met but who appeared in their lives in such a tragic way.

……

Late at night, in the brigade commander's office.

An Jianjun sat behind the table, silent.

Chen Zheng sat opposite him without saying a word.

After an unknown amount of time, An Jianjun finally broke the silence.

"So... Liangyu... she didn't die."

"But after undergoing brutal experiments... their brains... were taken away?"

Chen Zheng nodded and pushed over the notebook containing all his notes.

"That seems to be the case at present."

An Jianjun stared at the notebook, his breathing gradually becoming heavier.

His knuckles were completely white from gripping the enamel mug so tightly.

"Click..."

A soft sound.

He managed to pinch a tiny crack into the hard enamel mug's surface.

He wanted to light a cigarette, and after reaching into his pocket and rummaging around for a while, he realized that he had somehow crumpled the cigarette pack into a misshapen, wrinkled mess.

He threw the cigarette pack on the table, then reached for the lighter, pressing it several times, but no flame would come out.

boom!

An Jianjun slammed the lighter on the table, his chest heaving violently, his eyes red-rimmed.

"damn it!"

Twenty years.

He always believed that his wife had died in battle.

Little did she know that she would suffer such hardship.

Chen Zheng didn't try to persuade him; he just waited quietly for An Jianjun to vent his anger.

After a long while, An Jianjun finally sat down again, looking very tired.

"I'm going to bring her back."

"No matter what the cost."

"This matter cannot be left unresolved!"

Chen Zheng nodded.

That's exactly what he was waiting for.

But then, the light in An Jianjun's eyes dimmed a little.

He leaned back in his chair, his voice tinged with a sense of helplessness.

"but……"

"I just received a notification from above that this case has been taken over by a top task force jointly established by the military and the Security Council."

"All original participants are required to recuse themselves and are prohibited from participating in subsequent core interrogations."

"I just used my connections to ask... that so-called lady has been moved overnight. The location is top secret; even I don't have the authority to know."

"All relevant physical evidence, including the ones you brought back, is sealed up and temporarily not allowed to be accessed by any local authorities."

This news shattered the hopes that had just been rekindled.

The clues they risked their lives to bring back have once again vanished into the deeper darkness.

Just then, the office door was gently pushed open.

An Ran walked in.

She had changed into a clean training uniform, and her hair was tied up again, but her face still bore traces of tears.

She walked to the table, looked at the group photo, and asked softly.

"If... I could bring her back, even if only a part of her remains..."

"Does this count as... going home?"

The question was asked very softly, but it made An Jianjun and Chen Zheng's hearts sink.

The former's lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Chen Zheng stood up and walked to An Ran's side.

If they won't let you touch the hard ones, then let's try the soft ones.

"What they fear most isn't guns, it's trouble."

An Jianjun suddenly raised his head and looked at Chen Zheng.

Chen Zheng pulled a blank A4 sheet of paper from the table and pushed it in front of An Jianjun.

"If applying is useless, then let them see it."

"Starting tomorrow, I will take Mulan to meditate."

Upon hearing this, An Jianjun suddenly raised his bloodshot eyes and stared intently at Chen Zheng.

They seemed to be trying to find even the slightest trace of a joke on his face, which always carried a hint of frivolity.

But he failed.

Chen Zheng's eyes were calm and resolute.

"A sit-in?" An Jianjun said in a slightly hoarse voice, "You mean, you want our people to stage a sit-in protest?"

"Yes." Chen Zheng nodded.

"We are a meritorious unit, active-duty soldiers, and warriors who have shed blood for our country."

"Each of our files is so clean you could use them as a mirror."

"We will not cause trouble, shout slogans, or disrupt order."

"We just sat there, laid out the evidence, and displayed the photos of the martyrs."

He paused for a moment, then said this.

"Brigade Commander, think about it. A group of the most capable soldiers in the entire military region, sitting there without guns, only with reason."

"This matter itself is the biggest pressure."

"Who dares to use force? Who dares to label us as 'picking quarrels and provoking trouble'? Who dares to accuse us of storming government offices?"

"What they fear most is not that we risk our lives; what they fear most is that this matter will be brought into the open and become impossible to ignore."

"Only when a problem becomes so serious that it can no longer be ignored can it truly be solved."