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

Zhang Rong's face darkened, his anger subsided, and his expression became serious.

The Political Department... that's the place that manages people, money, and ideology.

If those guys in political work cause any trouble, and people from other units find something to criticize them on, they might even report it to the military region...

That would be an extremely serious teaching accident and management scandal!

"What's that major's name?" Zhang Rong asked in a deep voice.

"N-no... I don't know, I didn't dare ask." The lieutenant shrank his neck. "But he was accompanied by a female captain, who looked like Captain An, the Mulan of our military region."

"safely?"

Zhang Rong's heart skipped a beat.

An Ran knew, of course, that An Jianjun's daughter was notoriously difficult to deal with throughout the entire military region.

Since An Ran is following behind this major, then the major's identity must be...

"Get the car ready! Let's go to the cafeteria!"

Zhang Rong grabbed his hat, put it on his head, and strode out.

……

Five minutes later.

At the entrance of the cafeteria, a series of sharp braking sounds rang out.

With a dark expression, Zhang Rong stormed into the cafeteria with the dean of students, the head of security, and other school leaders.

The students, who had been whispering amongst themselves, were instantly terrified by the sight and stood up, not daring to breathe.

Zhang Rong's gaze quickly swept across the entire room, finally settling on the table in the corner.

There were three people sitting there.

A thin female student who was still sobbing.

A female military officer with a stern expression.

There was also a young male officer sitting in a chair, looking very imposing.

Even when faced with this group of school leaders, the man showed no intention of getting up.

He simply raised his head and met Zhang Rong's gaze.

A major general who has held a high position for many years.

A special forces instructor exuding a murderous aura.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

Which organization is it from?

Zhang Rong slowly stepped forward, hands behind his back, staring intently at Chen Zheng. "Coming to the military academy to cause trouble, and demanding to see the director of the political department—who gave you that authority?"

The dean of students standing nearby pointed at Chen Zheng's nose and said, "Stand up! Don't you know the rules when speaking to a superior?"

The students around Chen Zheng were all worried for him.

Even An Ran's palms were sweating.

Although she was the daughter of a brigade commander, Zhang Rong was also a veteran.

When she gets really angry, even her father, An Jianjun, has to give her some face.

Only Chen Zheng remained unperturbed.

He straightened his collar and buttoned up his top button before standing up and taking out a dark green ID card from his jacket pocket.

Instead of handing it over, it was held up in mid-air, directly in front of Zhang Rong's face.

Snapped.

The documents are opened.

"Major Chen Zheng, specially appointed instructor of the Mulan Special Operations Team of the Snow Leopard Special Operations Brigade."

"By order of the military region headquarters, we are selecting special operations personnel in this area."

After saying that, he snapped his ID card shut, slammed his heels together, and gave a perfect military salute.

"Greetings, Major General."

Although he was saluting, Chen Zheng stood ramrod straight, and there was no trace of fear in his eyes, but rather a sharp edge.

Snow Leopard Special Operations Brigade.

The moment those five words were uttered, the expressions of the school leaders present changed instantly.

That was the most elite unit in the military region.

The title of "fully appointed instructor" is even more impressive.

Most instructors are appointed, and only a very few exceptional individuals are referred to as "specially appointed."

Zhang Rong squinted at the document, then looked at Chen Zheng's young face, and his expression softened.

"People from the Snow Leopard Brigade?" Zhang Rong sneered. "The soldiers brought out by An Jianjun do indeed have a bandit-like air about them."

"But this is the Communications Academy, not your Snow Leopard Brigade's backyard!"

"Selecting talent? Does selecting talent justify causing a scene in the canteen? Does it mean ignoring military discipline?"

Faced with Zhang Rong's questioning, Chen Zheng lowered his salute.

He smiled.

"Bandit-like?"

Chen Zheng shook his head and took a step forward.

"Principal Zhang, since you're talking to me about military discipline and rules..."

"Then I would also like to ask you about your school's rules."

Zhang Rong frowned: "What do you mean?"

"I want to ask," Chen Zheng's voice turned cold, "that the daughter of a martyr who sacrificed her life for the country's border defense is forbidden from eating meat at the military academy and can only drink free soup. What kind of rule is this?"

"The orphan of a drug enforcement hero was publicly berated by her teacher for poor grades, who called her a good-for-nothing and accused her of wasting the country's resources. What kind of rule is this?"

Chen Zheng suddenly turned around and pulled Guo Huaiying, who was hiding behind him, out.

Guo Huaiying trembled with fear and tried desperately to shrink back, but Chen Zheng's strong hands held her shoulders firmly.

"Raise your head!" Chen Zheng shouted in a low voice.

Guo Huaiying was forced to raise her head, her thin face streaked with tears, exposed to all the school leaders.

"Principal Zhang, look at this face." Chen Zheng pointed to Guo Huaiying. "Her name is Guo Huaiying, the daughter of two martyrs."

"Just now, to avoid causing trouble for the country, I hid in this corner and only dared to eat free rice soup!"

"And your disciplinary team, ignoring her embarrassment, rushed over to give her a demerit just because I shouted twice!"

Chen Zheng's gaze swept over the soldiers with their heads down, finally settling on Zhang Rong's face.

"Is this how the Southwest Communications Academy treats its guests?"

"Is this how you treat the orphans of martyrs?"

"Is this the sacred and inviolable military discipline you speak of?"

The three consecutive rhetorical questions made Zhang Rong's mind go blank.

Children of two martyrs?

Eating rice porridge in the military academy under his jurisdiction and still being called a good-for-nothing?

Every word made Zhang Rong's face burn.

As a veteran, Zhang Rong values ​​military honor the most.

If word gets out that the martyr's descendant suffered injustice in the army, Zhang Rong's backbone will be broken for the rest of his life!

"What?!"

Zhang Rong suddenly looked at Guo Huaiying.

"Child...is he telling the truth?"

Guo Huaiying was so frightened by the major general's stare that her legs went weak, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

"Principal, I'm alright..."

She habitually tried to smooth things over, saying, "It's my fault for being stupid, I don't deserve to eat well, it has nothing to do with the school..."

However, those words almost made Zhang Rong vomit blood.

A prestigious military academy, funded by the state, has driven the daughter of a martyr to this state.

"You bastard!"

Zhang Rong slammed his hand on the table, making a deafening noise on the stainless steel dining table.

"It's not over yet," Chen Zheng continued coldly from the side. "This child just said that a teacher who teaches advanced mathematics pointed his finger at her and called her useless, saying that she was just wasting her time on the government's paycheck."

"What was that teacher's name again?" Chen Zheng turned to look at Guo Huaiying.

Guo Huaiying shrank back and whispered, "Teacher Wang... Teacher Wang Dafa."