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

As night fell, the cafeteria was brightly lit.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of meat.

The old sergeant of the cooking squad used his best skills to stew braised pork, which was red and shiny, and fatty but not greasy.

Ordinary people would drool just from the aroma of that soy sauce.

But tonight, the atmosphere in the cafeteria was as oppressive as a funeral.

A dozen or so tables were pushed together and piled high with hearty dishes.

Braised pork belly, stewed pork hock, and roast chicken.

The female soldiers sitting around the table all had their heads down.

The rice bowls in front of them were piled up like a small hill, but no one touched their chopsticks.

Ram held half a steamed bun in her hand, her eyes were red and swollen, and she sobbed from time to time.

He stopped adjusting his glasses and stared blankly at the braised pork knuckle in his bowl.

That afternoon, they watched as their former comrades had their armbands removed and were driven out of the gate.

The three of them even gave it their all and passed the training.

Snapped!

A pair of chopsticks was slammed onto the table.

Everyone shuddered.

Chen Zheng sat in the main seat, with a pile of chicken bones already in front of him.

He chewed on a piece of braised pork, looked at the listless group of female soldiers in front of him, and asked, "What? Afraid the food's poisoned?"

"Or are you saying you want to go down with those three good-for-nothings?"

That's an unpleasant thing to say.

But it is especially useful in times like these.

Lamu was so frightened that she quickly took a bite of the steamed bun, almost choking herself to death, and frantically pounded her chest.

"Instructor..."

An Ran sat down next to Chen Zheng, stirring a bowl of chicken soup in her hand, and finally couldn't help but speak.

"Do they... really have no chance?"

"Even being demoted to a regular unit would be better than being discharged... How are they supposed to serve in the military after this?"

An Ran's voice carried a hint of pleading.

Previously, Xiao Ye and the others had only switched to clerical jobs.

However, these individuals were directly discharged from the military.

As the captain, it was truly disheartening to see her soldiers' futures ruined.

Chen Zheng glanced at her and couldn't help but sigh: "Do you think I'm too cruel?"

The entire room fell silent.

No one spoke, yet it was as if everyone had said something.

"Naive." Chen Zheng shook his head. "Those three people have ulterior motives. When faced with danger, they'd be the first to betray their teammates. Keeping people like that in the team is like having a ticking time bomb."

"I am now dismissing them to take responsibility for your lives and for the Chinese army."

"To put it bluntly, even if you were like this, I would still have to fire you."

An Ran looked at Chen Zheng with a complicated expression.

She understands the reasoning, but she just can't get over that mental hurdle.

"Alright, let's eat."

Chen Zheng picked up his chopsticks again, picked up a chicken leg and put it into An Ran's bowl.

"Eat more, it'll help your brain. As the captain, don't always act like a saint."

An Ran looked at the oily chicken leg in the bowl and sighed.

Perhaps this is her biggest weakness.

That decisive and ruthless temperament is truly admirable.

The sound of chewing could be heard intermittently in the cafeteria.

Although the atmosphere was still somber, at least everyone started eating.

An Ran didn't have an appetite for meat, but she still picked up the chicken soup and took a couple of sips.

After a few sips of hot soup, my mind cleared up a bit.

She began to wander aimlessly around the cafeteria.

Ram, Keyboard, Yao Yao...

And there's that empty spot over there, the one that originally belonged to Liu Shiyun and her two friends.

Wait a moment.

Anran suddenly stopped drinking her soup.

This... doesn't seem right.

Isn't this cafeteria a bit too empty?

She put down the bowl and silently began to count.

During this hellish week training, the team members were initially divided into three groups by the two of them dressed as bears.

Group A consisted of Ram, Keyboard, and Yao Yao. Despite their struggles, they all cleared the level.

Group B consisted of Liu Shiyun and her group, who had just been eliminated due to internal strife.

What about Group C?

There were ten people in Mulan!

An Ran suddenly turned her head and looked at the empty chairs behind her.

There wasn't a soul in sight, not even a ghost.

"Instructor!"

An Ran's voice suddenly trembled.

"What's wrong? Is there sand in the chicken soup?"

Chen Zheng didn't even look up, focusing intently on gnawing on a piece of pork rib.

"no……"

An Ran swallowed hard, staring at Chen Zheng's calm and composed face, and asked cautiously:

"I have a question."

"Group A is back, Group B is gone."

"What about the people in Group C?"

Boom.

The rib in Chen Zheng's mouth was bitten off.

For a moment, the air in the cafeteria seemed to freeze.

Chen Zheng's expression, which had been calm and collected as if "everything was under control," began to stiffen at a visible speed.

Group C?

What, Group C?

Chen Zheng remembered.

Three days ago, he drove those men into the swamp area furthest from the base.

then.

He simply forgot about it.

These past few days, he's been busy tormenting Ram and the others, and then he's been busy watching Liu Shiyun and the others act out palace intrigue dramas.

It was so exciting, it was like a major TV drama of the year. He watched it with great interest and didn't even have time to sleep.

As for Group C, which had a very low profile.

It seems that he never paid attention to it after throwing it in.

They never delivered supplies, never tried to scare anyone, and never even flew drones over there.

Gudong.

Chen Zheng's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the bone fragments in his mouth with difficulty.

That's a swampy area.

This is a truly uninhabited area; there are crocodiles there.

It's been five whole days.

Those people, let alone clearing the game, are still alive or not.

"Instructor?"

Seeing that Chen Zheng did not react for a long time, An Ran's unease grew stronger.

As she looked at the fine layer of cold sweat that suddenly appeared on Chen Zheng's forehead, an extremely absurd conjecture came to mind.

"You wouldn't have...done that with them, would you?"

An Ran made a throat-slitting gesture, her face turning deathly pale.

After all, Chen Zheng was capable of doing something like expelling someone from the party; it's not impossible for him to create an accident in his pursuit of perfection.

"What the heck! What are you thinking about?!" Chen Zheng suddenly snapped out of his daze, slammed his hand on the table, and abruptly stood up. "I'm not eating!"

Chen Zheng grabbed the car keys from the table, turned around, and walked out.

"I have an urgent matter to attend to and need to go out."

He tried hard to maintain his aloof instructor persona, but his panicked eyes and the cold sweat on his forehead had already betrayed him completely.

"Instructor! Where are you going?"

An Ran also stood up.

"Don't ask! Just eat your food!"

Chen Zheng shouted without turning his head and rushed to the cafeteria entrance.

"Oh no, oh no..."

As soon as she stepped out the door, An Ran could faintly hear Chen Zheng muttering in a low voice on the wind.

"Those unlucky guys probably already fed the crocodiles...."

"No, it's my job!"

An Ran stood there, stunned, looking at the back of that person who usually acted so arrogantly, now exuding a strong sense of dishevelment.

Did he forget about his students?

What kind of hellish joke is this?