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

Dead silence.

Many trainees covered their mouths, not daring to breathe.

The military police officers lowered their heads, wishing they could disappear into the ground. Their arrogance vanished, replaced by shame.

This is a big deal.

"Commander... I'm alright, I'm really alright..."

Just then, a pair of thin, dry hands grabbed Chen Zheng's sleeve.

Guo Huaiying cried as she tried to pull Chen Zheng away, saying, "It's my fault, I shouldn't have cried, I've caused trouble for the commander..."

"Don't arrest the leader, punish me instead..."

The more she acted like this, the more heartbroken the people around her became.

Chen Zheng took a deep breath, loosened the lieutenant's collar, and turned to Guo Huaiying, whispering:

"Don't be afraid."

Even if the King of Heaven himself came today, he wouldn't be able to lay a finger on you.

After saying that, he looked back at the terrified lieutenant and coldly uttered a sentence:

"Go back and tell your political department director."

"Make him come see me within ten minutes."

"If you're late, just tell the military region."

The lieutenant felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He didn't even dare to pick up the notebook on the ground and ran away with his men in a panic.

Watching their retreating figures, the cafeteria didn't return to its lively state; instead, it became even quieter.

Everyone held their breath, staring at the table in the corner.

Guo Huaiying, who usually walks with her head down and has little presence, became the focus of everyone's attention today.

"Commander... Commander!"

Guo Huaisheng had no time to cry anymore. She gripped Chen Zheng's sleeve tightly, her thin little hand turning white from the force.

"Please, please...please don't call the director."

Guo Huaiying raised her tear-streaked face, her eyes filled with pleading.

"If this gets out of hand, my uncle will be punished... I can't drag him into this!"

"I'll be fine eating rice soaked in soup, really fine. I'll leave now, I won't cause him any trouble..."

As she spoke, Guo Huaiying began to clear the plates off the table, wanting to leave as soon as possible.

In her mind, that uncle was her only relative in the world.

He was the one who took me in after my parents died, kept my pension for me, and sent me to this military academy.

Although my uncle said that because I got in through connections, I should keep a low profile, be frugal, and not embarrass him.

But Guo Huaiying always remembered this kindness. How could she harm her uncle just because she wanted to eat meat?

Seeing her like this, An Ran felt a tightness in her chest and was so angry that she almost suffocated.

This silly girl.

Didn't she ever think that if that so-called uncle really treated her well, why would he let her live like this in military school?

How could she, as the daughter of a martyr, not even dare to eat a single serving of braised pork?

"sit down."

Chen Zheng didn't move, letting Guo Huaisheng tug at his sleeve, his voice low.

"I told you, even if the King of Heaven himself came today, he couldn't touch you."

"As for your uncle..."

Chen Zheng's lips twitched, and his eyes grew even colder.

"Perfect timing, I'd also like to meet this great philanthropist."

He wanted to see what kind of person could embezzle the pension funds for orphans of martyrs.

Seeing this, An Ran quickly stepped forward and subtly shielded Guo Huaiying behind her, blocking the probing gazes from those around them.

She leaned close to Chen Zheng's ear and asked in a low voice, "Instructor, is this... perhaps we've contacted the wrong person?"

"This is a school, and the highest-ranking person in charge is the principal."

"If there are problems with the trainees' living conditions, which could even involve embezzlement of pension funds, wouldn't it be more direct to go to the principal? Why specifically ask the director of the political department?"

In her view, simply summoning the top leader would solve any problem.

Chen Zheng glanced at her.

"Captain An, wake up!"

"Military academies are also military units; the principal is in charge of teaching, training, and administration."

"But the ideological work of the trainees, the distribution of allowances, the management of their files, and the supervision of the martyrs' pensions... all of these are managed by the Political Department."

"Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt its debtor. In addition, the fact that this so-called uncle was able to get this girl into school without anyone questioning it shows that he has deep connections in the political department."

An Ran was stunned for a moment, then looked at Chen Zheng's cold profile and suddenly felt at ease.

This man, though he doesn't seem very serious usually, is clear-headed more than anyone else when it comes to such important matters.

……

Meanwhile, on the top floor of the administration building.

Inside the principal's office.

Major General Zhang Rong, the dean of the Southwest Army Communications Command Academy, was carefully watering the orchids on the windowsill while humming a Peking Opera tune and holding a small watering can.

"This is the only time of day when I can have some peace and quiet."

He's in a good mood today.

As the principal of a technical military academy, his pressure is not as great as that of a field army; his main task is to oversee teaching.

However, just as he was about to trim a dead leaf from the orchid, his eyelids twitched twice without warning, and his hand trembled.

Click.

He cut off the orchid that was in full bloom with a single snip of his scissors.

"Oh dear! My flowers!"

Zhang Rong's face scrunched up with heartache. She quickly picked up the flower, her expression full of regret.

"What's going on today? I haven't heard of any higher-ups coming to inspect..."

He muttered to himself, but a vague feeling of unease crept into his heart.

Just then.

boom!

The office door was suddenly pushed open, and the disciplinary lieutenant who had been in the canteen rushed in, covered in sweat.

"Principal... Principal! Something terrible has happened!"

Zhang Rong frowned and slammed the scissors in his hand onto the table.

"What's the panic! Is the sky falling? You came in without reporting your arrival? Where are your rules and regulations?"

The second lieutenant jumped in fright and quickly stood at attention, saluting: "Reporting, Principal! There's trouble in the mess hall... there's a major from out of town shouting that he wants to see the Director of the Political Department!"

"What?"

Zhang Rong's eyes widened.

"A major from out of town? How dare you! This is a military academy! A heavily guarded military area! What unit's major would dare to run wild here?"

This is a unit at the regimental level or above, and the principal is a major general.

A major dares to rant on his turf?

"He...he said he's here to recruit people..." the lieutenant stammered, "and he said if he doesn't see the director within ten minutes, he should go talk to the military region."

Zhang Rong paused for a moment when he heard the words "hiring".

It's indeed the preparation period for the military region's large-scale skills competition, and many special operations units will come to the school to select technical personnel.

But this attitude is too arrogant.

But when he heard the other party specifically ask to see the director of the political department, Zhang Rong immediately realized what was going on.

Not right.

In the case of ordinary disturbances, people usually call the security department or the leader on duty.

The fact that they specifically asked for the director of the political department indicates that he wasn't there to fight, but to hold someone accountable.

Moreover, they came with clear leverage over us.