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

Chen Zheng pursed his lips and finally spoke.

"Commander, if you really wanted to punish me, I should be in solitary confinement right now, not here listening to your stories."

"And I can tell that Principal Zhang is eager to retire, so this is a perfect opportunity for him to do so. He might even have to thank me."

An Jianjun was stunned when he realized that his little scheme had been exposed.

Then, a smile suddenly broke out on that gloomy face.

"Hahahaha!" An Jianjun laughed and patted Chen Zheng on the shoulder. "You little rascal, you've got a sharp mind!"

The anger I felt earlier vanished instantly.

An Jianjun's face broke into a wide grin, his tone became relaxed, even a little gloating.

"Of course, Zhang Rong's retirement is indeed good news."

"That old bastard has never gotten along with me before."

"Every time we have a meeting, they always make sarcastic remarks, saying that we special forces are a waste of money, and that it's pointless to have a female special forces team."

"That's good now."

An Jianjun leaned back comfortably in his chair and crossed his legs.

"Seeing him suffer makes me feel much better!"

"You didn't see it, but when the military region's report came down this morning, I ate two extra steamed buns for breakfast!"

Chen Zheng rolled his eyes speechlessly at the old man whose attitude had changed so quickly, and continued to remain silent.

That's the old fox.

"Hey, what's with that expression you're making?"

Seeing that Chen Zheng still seemed indifferent, An Jianjun tapped the table in dissatisfaction.

"I'm praising you! Can't you at least give me some kind of response?"

Before Chen Zheng could answer, An Jianjun suddenly opened the drawer mysteriously.

"Since you're not going to speak, then this thing..."

He took a red velvet box out of the drawer.

Upon opening, one finds a uniquely shaped, 50mm large red flower medal inside.

In the center is a golden five-pointed star, surrounded by red metallic petals, and adorned with bright tricolor ribbons.

"If you don't want this second-class commendation medal, then it's mine, okay?"

An Jianjun waved the big red flower medal in front of Chen Zheng.

"I happen to have an empty spot on my dress; it would look really impressive hanging up there."

Chen Zheng was taken aback: "Second-level commendation?"

"What? You don't like this big red flower?"

An Jianjun stood up, stuffed the medal and its box into Chen Zheng's hands, his smile fading and his expression turning serious.

"Don't be ungrateful, kid. Although it's not a second-class merit medal, it's still quite significant."

"You've done a good job, so of course you'll be rewarded."

"Not only did they uncover the corrupt elements within the military, but they also sought justice for the children of martyrs."

"It was specially approved by the military region leaders, who said that this kind of behavior, which maintains the purity of the army, must be rewarded!"

As he spoke, he took out a thick envelope from the drawer and slapped it into Chen Zheng's hand.

"A second-level commendation, plus a bonus of 30,000 yuan."

"That's quite a lot. In this peaceful era, how many people have served in the military their whole lives and never even seen a single commendation?"

"Take it, you deserve it."

Holding the box and envelope, Chen Zheng couldn't help but be captivated by the car's appearance.

In his past life, he was a top-tier soldier king.

He has assassinated terrorist leaders in the Middle Eastern deserts and single-handedly taken on an entire drug cartel's guard in the Amazon rainforest.

He has experienced everything from multi-million dollar bounties to his formidable reputation in the underworld.

But those honors were rewards for his achievements, and most of them were illicit.

But the big red flower in his hand now is an acknowledgment of his character.

This is the weight of justice.

Chen Zheng lowered his head, his fingers gently tracing the red metallic petals on the medal.

The cool metallic touch inexplicably warmed his heart, which had long been as hard as stone.

"What? You think it's not enough?"

Seeing that he didn't speak, An Jianjun assumed that he was dissatisfied with the bonus and rubbed his hands together awkwardly.

"Well, the budget is indeed tight. This 30,000 yuan is quite a lot. If you're not satisfied, I can give you more privately..."

"No."

Chen Zheng suddenly raised his head.

His expression was no longer as nonchalant as usual, but instead became unusually serious.

Snapped!

He slammed his heel against the ground.

Chen Zheng straightened his back and gave An Jianjun a standard military salute.

"Thank you, Brigade Commander!"

"Thank you... to the country."

He carefully put away the big red flower medal and gently placed it into the pocket close to his chest.

"Oh right," An Jianjun seemed to suddenly remember something, and took out something else and handed it to Chen Zheng, "Give this to An Ran."

……

As evening fell, the setting sun sank behind the distant mountains.

The dormitory of Mulan's special forces was quite quiet.

After the messenger announced the holiday, all the female soldiers, except for Guo Huaiying, who had suffered at the hands of Chen Zheng, collapsed onto their beds and fell fast asleep.

Boom, boom.

A knock came at the door.

"Who is it...? The door's unlocked, just push it open..."

Ram lay on the bed, wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, and let out a weak shout.

With a creak, the door opened.

A rich, smoky aroma, combined with the flavors of cumin and chili powder, instantly filled the entire dormitory.

That smells like barbecue.

Holy crap!

Ram, who had been lying on the bed, suddenly sprang up from the bed.

"barbecue!"

At that moment, a tall, slender figure stood at the door.

Chen Zheng was dressed in his crisp casual clothes, carrying two huge insulated bags, with a gentle smile on his face.

"Wake up, everyone."

He shook the bag in his hand, and the aluminum foil boxes inside made a rustling sound.

"I knew you guys were too lazy to move, and I was worried you'd go hungry, so I stopped by the mess hall on the way and asked them to get you some dinner."

"Long live the drill instructors!"

The dormitory instantly erupted in excitement.

Except for Shen Doudou, who was still fast asleep, everyone gathered around.

Even the usually reserved Song Jia and aloof Meng Yi had a hint of longing in their eyes.

Chen Zheng walked into the dormitory, put the bag on the table, and casually unbuttoned it to take out the boxes of sizzling lamb skewers and roasted chicken wings.

Guo Huaiying was squatting in the corner eating a steamed bun when she smelled the aroma and her eyes widened instantly.

She cautiously leaned closer, swallowing hard. "Instructor... can I eat too? I ate quite a lot today..."

"Eat." Chen Zheng waved his hand. "We didn't eat well over there, so we need to make up for it here."

With permission granted, Guo Huaiying chuckled, grabbed a handful of meat skewers, and quickly started eating them.

Everyone joined in, and the dormitory was filled with laughter and joy.

However, An Ran stood on the periphery, squinting as she sized up Chen Zheng.

Not right.

Although this guy seemed to be doing something helpful today, his posture... was so awkward.

Although Chen Zheng was distributing skewers, he stood up straight and deliberately thrust his chest forward.

Every now and then he would pretend to straighten his collar or dust off the dust on his chest.