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

The new recruits were so afraid they didn't dare to breathe.

The next second...

Meng Xue's eyes lit up when she saw who was sitting under the tree.

"Sister Ram!"

The person who was just a moment ago exuding the aura of a captain turned into a little girl in front of her own people in the blink of an eye. She ran over in a few steps, squatted down next to Ram, and started to act cute.

"Why didn't you look for me first when you got back!"

The new female soldiers were all dumbfounded.

Ram almost spilled his tea from being shaken so much. He grumbled under his breath, but his hand was already raised to rub her head.

"You're the captain now, so be more careful."

Meng Xue hummed twice.

"It's enough for me to be stable outside. Why should I pretend in front of you guys?"

As soon as he said that, everyone under the tree burst into laughter.

Ram stood up and patted the dust off his trousers.

"Let's go, we can talk as we walk."

"You kids want to hear what comes next, so come along and don't fall behind."

A group of people walked towards the office building.

They first passed the wall of honor, then the old dormitory building, and then the edge of the playground that had made countless people vomit.

Sunlight fell on the names on the wall, and also on their epaulets.

Ram continued speaking as she walked.

"Shen Doudou is much better now. She no longer has that problem of falling to the ground in her sleep."

"But being sleepy is still being sleepy; I can even fall asleep during meetings."

"But her marksmanship is now admired throughout the entire military region."

"In addition, she is also incredibly skilled at games, so the male soldiers gave her a nickname: Dream Girl Sharpshooter."

Meng Xue burst out laughing.

"Did she hear me hit someone?"

"I did," Ram said honestly. "She thought the name was too corny."

The new recruits were delighted again.

"Li Yue has been discharged from the military."

As Ram spoke, his expression relaxed considerably.

"With her demobilization pay, she took her father to the largest city in the southwest and opened a small shop."

"He still complains about his miserable life every day, saying that he has to get up before dawn to check the accounts and that he is destined to be a hard worker all his life."

"As a result, she made the store very lively, and business was pretty good."

"I passed by the other day, and she sighed while stuffing an extra big bowl of beef into my mouth. She was really stubborn."

Meng Xue responded with a smile.

"She's always been like this."

"He talks about how miserable he is in the world, but his actions are more practical than anyone else's."

Ram nodded as well.

"I've returned the keyboard too, and I'm opening an internet cafe with Su Xiao."

"The facilities there are incredibly good; I wonder who it's for."

"Su Xiao would tease her at the front desk every day, and would try to grope her, and she would always blush."

Even after she was discharged from the military, she insisted that no one call her by her real name. If anyone mispronounced her name, she would correct them on the spot and insist that they call her Keyboard.

One of the new recruits couldn't help but ask a question.

"And what about you, Sister Ram?"

Ram clicked his tongue.

"Didn't I write it right in front of you?"

"After becoming the border defense commander in Tibet, I was so busy I was practically running around like a headless chicken."

"I finally got a rare vacation, so I came back to see the old team and see what your generation has become."

She had barely finished speaking when she added another sentence.

"As for Meng Yi, she's no longer operating openly."

"Once they get into the central government, they do the most shady jobs, like being assassins in various countries."

"We rarely hear any news; we just go wherever the wind blows."

When Meng Xue heard her sister's voice, she quickened her pace.

Soon, they regained their footing.

The office building corridor is getting closer.

The place was quiet, with only the faint sound of training bugles drifting from afar. Ram and Meng Xue exchanged a glance; before they even reached the commander's office, they heard a strong, resonant voice coming from inside.

"The Snow Leopard Brigade has the heaviest tasks this year. If you don't give me the resources, who will?"

Ram raised an eyebrow.

Meng Xue's lips also began to curl upwards.

Another voice came from inside the door, calm and unhurried.

"Keep it strictly official."

This tastes too overcooked.

Ram almost burst out laughing on the spot.

Meng Xue raised her hand and knocked on the door.

"Report."

There was a moment of silence inside.

Then, a voice came from inside.

As soon as the door opened, the scene before everyone's eyes was immediately apparent.

The office was bright and clean, with battle maps and honor flags hanging on the walls, and files piled high on the desk.

The person sitting behind the table had a higher military rank and a higher position, but he was still holding that thermos cup in his hand.

The goji berries floated in the cup, their bright red color adding a touch of life.

Chen Zheng is now the commander of the Southwest Military Region.

But that carefree attitude hasn't diminished at all.

An Ran stood beside him, dressed in a crisp military uniform with gleaming epaulets; she was now the Chief of Staff of the Southwest Military Region. She held a stack of training reports in her hand, and while giving her presentation, she casually sorted through another stack of documents on the table.

The two of them made almost no unnecessary movements.

When they stand together, there's an unspoken understanding that no one can break into.

On the other sofa, An Jianjun was sternly fighting for resources for the Snow Leopard Brigade.

"Chen Zheng, don't try that on me."

"The Snow Leopard Brigade is expanding next quarter, but you're not approving the equipment? Are you expecting me to train with firewood sticks?"

Chen Zheng took a sip of goji berry water without even lifting his eyelids.

"Budget is limited."

"Let me repeat, keep public and private matters separate."

An Jianjun slapped the sofa and stood up.

"Clearly separating public and private matters?"

"You're telling me this now, kid?"

"So you don't even care about the relationship between father-in-law and son-in-law anymore?"

The solemn atmosphere in the office was completely gone.

An Ran tried to keep a straight face, but her lips moved first, and in the end she couldn't hold it in, her eyes full of laughter.

"Dad, if word gets out that you're saying this, people who don't know any better will think you're trying to scam someone."

An Jianjun glared at him.

"What's wrong with me fighting for some resources for my son-in-law?"

Chen Zheng screwed the lid on the thermos and slowly added a sentence.

"That's why I say we should keep public and private matters separate."

Ram stood at the door, her shoulders trembling; she simply couldn't hold back her laughter.

Meng Xue and the other new female soldiers were completely stunned.

They thought legendary figures should be cold and aloof, names that could only be looked up to on the wall of honor.

But the people in this room are living a vibrant, down-to-earth life, with their own tempers and routines.

Here, some people are getting heated over resources, some are leisurely retorting while sipping goji berry water, and others are standing by organizing documents, their smiles radiating tranquility.

This is what's truly moving.

The significance of a legend lies in becoming a pillar of support for one another, and in ensuring that those who come after know there is a path ahead.

An Ran put the last document away, looked up at the group of new female soldiers at the door, and spoke in a calm but gentle tone.

"What are you all standing there for?"

"Come in."

The girls suddenly snapped out of their daze and quickly straightened their backs.

Ram leaned against the doorframe and suddenly smiled.

She remembered that passionate afternoon many years ago, those people, and the difficult path she had overcome.

Lin Liangyu has already gone home.

And the group of people she protected with her life truly carried on the legacy of Mulan from generation to generation.

In the office, Chen Zheng held a thermos cup, while An Ran stood beside him flipping through documents. An Jianjun was still angrily fighting for resources, and the new generation of Mulan stood at the door.

That concludes the story.

But Mulan, no.