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

An Jianjun fell silent.

He spent half his life in the military and was used to solving problems with artillery fire and orders.

But he had to admit that Chen Zheng's logic was, in fact, a very effective and unsolvable trick at the moment.

An Ran listened quietly the whole time.

After Chen Zheng finished speaking, she slowly raised her head, and a glimmer of light returned to her swollen, red eyes.

She wasn't particularly agitated, but simply said softly, "This time, we can't let them pretend they didn't see it again."

These words made Chen Zheng and An Jianjun both look at her.

The girl's face still bore traces of wet tears, but the spirit of Captain Mulan was slowly rising again from her nearly collapsed body.

She is transforming from a grieving daughter back into a resilient warrior.

Seeing the changes in his daughter, An Jianjun finally loosened his clenched fist a little.

He picked up the blank A4 paper on the table, then picked up a pen, and his expression became extremely focused.

"it is good."

"You fight on the front lines, and I'll support you from behind."

"I'll write the petition, and I'll coordinate personnel registration, logistical support, and medical assistance."

"I guarantee that all the procedures are legal and compliant, and no one can find fault with them."

That night, Mulan's conference room was brightly lit.

When Chen Zheng announced his decision to stage a sit-in protest, the room was initially eerily silent, but then became noisy.

"What is it?"

Ram was the first to jump up from his chair. "Sit-in? Instructor, are you out of your mind? Do you think sitting here will solve anything?"

Jiang Nan frowned, a rare occurrence for her, and muttered, "This isn't like you, Instructor."

"Shut up." Chen Zheng didn't even lift his eyelids. "Anyone who dares to bring a gun can get out of Mulan."

Just then, a clear, cold voice rang out.

"I support the instructors."

Everyone was stunned, and their eyes all turned to the corner.

The one who spoke was surprisingly the keyboardist, who was usually the most silent and socially awkward.

She pushed up her glasses and looked up at everyone.

"They're not afraid of us fighting to the death; they're afraid of the evidence being exposed."

"The longer it drags on, the more diluted the truth will become."

"A sit-in is the only way to make them unable to ignore it and force them to give an explanation immediately."

Upon hearing this, Ram fell silent, only scratching his head in frustration.

The restlessness on the team members' faces gradually subsided.

Soon, the conference room table was covered with white paper, markers, and stacks of screenshots printed from keyboards.

This group of elite female soldiers, who were used to studying topographic maps and demolition points, gathered together for the first time to discuss whether the font of the slogans was neat enough and whether the wording was strong enough.

"How about 'Severely punish the murderer and restore justice'?" Ram picked up a marker and wrote a few crooked characters on the whiteboard.

Guo Huaiying leaned over to take a look and pointed out in a simple-minded way, "Sister Lam, you wrote the character 'punish' wrong; you added an extra stroke."

"I'm a striker, not a calligrapher!" Ram roared back angrily, his cheeks flushing red.

Chen Zheng stood to the side holding a thermos, glanced at it, and said slowly.

"If your handwriting is ugly, stand at the back. Don't embarrass everyone."

Ram's face turned even redder, and she stomped her feet in anger, but she couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal. She could only pick up the eraser, erase those words, and rewrite them stroke by stroke.

Jiang Nan, holding a huge piece of cardboard, asked Chen Zheng in a serious tone, "Instructor, can I put a few non-lethal sonic stun grenades in the folds of the sign? I guarantee they won't hurt anyone, just make a lot of noise."

Her response was met with strange looks from everyone.

Song Jia carried the first-aid kit and checked on each team member's condition.

"Everyone, perk up!"

"If any of you sit still for three hours and complain of back pain and leg cramps, you're ashamed to be called a member of Mulan."

……

No sleep for one night.

Instead of guns and ammunition, they prepared folding stools, thermos flasks, simple first-aid kits, uniformly made armbands, and transparent document bags with all the evidence and photos carefully sealed in plastic.

At the same time, in the brigade commander's office, An Jianjun also made an encrypted phone call.

On the other end of the phone was Political Commissar Yang Guohua.

"Old Yang, I need your help with this..."

……

The sky was just beginning to brighten.

All the members of Mulan gathered in front of the dormitory building.

They took off their training uniforms and changed into neat civilian clothes.

They wore uniform black armbands on their hands.

On her chest is a metallic rose, representing Mulan.

No one had a weapon.

There was only a transparent file folder containing the archives and a photo of Lin Liangyu.

An Ran stood at the front of the line, clutching the group photo that Chen Zheng had resealed.

Chen Zheng stood on the steps, his gaze sweeping over the faces of each team member.

"No one is allowed to act impulsively today."

"Let's go and demand an explanation from them."

……

The capital city, early morning.

Several SUVs bearing license plates from the Southwest Military Region slowly came to a stop at an intersection some distance from the core building.

The car door opened, and the first to step out were all members of the Mulan Special Forces Team.

They were not wearing combat uniforms and were not carrying any weapons.

He was dressed in a neat and crisp uniform, with a black armband that was made in unison on his chest, and his face was expressionless.

Anran walked at the very front.

Her face was still a little pale, but her eyes were no longer empty as they had been the night before; instead, they held a cold calm.

She led her team members, marching in unison, to the solemn and majestic gate.

There were no slogans, no uproar.

They stopped at the bottom of the steps, fifty meters from the gate.

Then, one by one, they sat down quietly.

Their movements were synchronized and uniform.

Anran sat calmly in the very middle of the line.

She took out the laminated black-and-white group photo and a solo photo of her mother, Lin Liangyu, when she was young from the file bag she was carrying, and gently placed them on her lap.

Sunlight streams down, and the smiling face in the photo seems to be quietly observing everything.

The team members also neatly arranged the laminated photocopies of the evidence in front of them.

The experimental log of A-07 contained a shocking report of nerve dissection...

Chen Zheng did not sit down immediately.

He stood with his hands in his pockets at the side front of the line.

Those eyes, which always carried a hint of laziness, were now calmly scanning the surrounding environment.

After standing for a while, he walked to the front of the line and sat down cross-legged in the corner.

This elite female special forces team thus began their battle in a silent yet resolute manner.

This scene quickly attracted everyone's attention.