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

An Jianjun looked at Chen Zheng with eyes full of admiration, just like a sect elder seeing a prodigy.

"Don't be arrogant when you win a game, and don't panic when you're discouraged."

"To be able to train a group of delicate female soldiers like this."

"Compared to the fight just now, I think this is real skill!"

After he finished speaking, he clapped his hands twice more.

After hearing these words, the officers around him looked at the figure standing in the distance, and their expressions changed.

indeed.

Being able to beat Zhao Lei proves that he is a capable fighter.

But the ability to be ruthless enough to dampen enthusiasm after a resounding victory, and to keep the team completely under control, is what truly makes a commander.

I can't see through Chen Zheng.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and everyone went home.

Chen Zheng arrived at the training ground and watched the female soldiers run lap after lap.

Until An Jianjun appeared beside him at some point and handed the thermos back to him: "Alright, stop pretending."

Chen Zheng took the cup, and the cold expression on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a smug look.

"Commander, how was that? Not bad, right?"

"Hmph." An Jianjun rolled his eyes at him, annoyed. "You little brat, you sure know how to play the villain."

"If I were An Ran, I would have bitten you to death for what you just said."

"Let them hate it." Chen Zheng unscrewed the cap and took a sip. The water temperature was just right. "Hate can also be a driving force. It's better than letting them get carried away."

An Jianjun looked at Chen Zheng with a rather meaningful gaze.

There was even a hint of kindness in his eyes, which gave Chen Zheng goosebumps.

"Brigadier...why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?"

Chen Zheng subconsciously touched the big red flower on his chest.

An Jianjun smiled but did not answer the question.

He simply reached out and patted Chen Zheng on the shoulder, leaned closer, and whispered:

"Chen Zheng."

"I spoiled my daughter Anran since she was little. She's stubborn and wild."

"I used to worry that no one could control her."

"Now it seems..."

An Jianjun glanced at the figure in the distance carrying a heavy backpack and running wildly while gritting his teeth.

"Only someone as hard-hearted and ruthless as you is suitable to manage her."

Chen Zheng was taken aback.

Before he could react, An Jianjun had already left with his hands behind his back, humming a little tune, in a great mood.

Chen Zheng was left standing there, stunned.

……

It was 11 p.m. that night.

The atmosphere in the female soldiers' dormitory was somber.

The fatigue of the 10km cross-country run with heavy loads was secondary, after all, they had already survived the hellish week.

What truly upsets them is the stark contrast between their initial joy and the subsequent cold indifference.

Ram sat on the edge of the bed, her feet soaking in a plastic bucket, staring blankly at the steam rising from the water.

She, who is usually the most boisterous, didn't say a word.

Anran lay peacefully on the top bunk, facing the wall, with the blanket covering her head.

"I refuse to accept this..."

A muffled murmur came from someone's bed.

Suddenly, with a creak, the door opened.

They didn't knock or call out.

Only Chen Zheng in the entire base would do something like that.

The dormitory became even quieter, everyone tensed up, but no one turned around.

Chen Zheng walked in, carrying two large black plastic bags.

He glanced at the female soldiers on the bed with their heads covered by blankets, and a smile appeared on his lips.

pat.

He placed the plastic bag on the table.

The bag was open, revealing its contents—all food.

Chen Zheng pulled up another chair, sat in the middle of the dormitory, took out a White Rabbit milk candy from his bag, and popped it into his mouth.

"What's wrong? Has everyone gone mute?"

"Are you still cursing me in your heart?"

No one said a word.

Ram took her feet out of the water, and without caring whether they were dry or not, she stuffed them directly into the quilt.

"Do you think I went too far?"

"You think I'm heartless and don't give you any face?"

Anran, who was in bed, suddenly threw off the covers and sat up.

"yes!"

"I don't understand! Everyone's just happy for you and wants to celebrate!"

"Even if you send us back to training, there's no need to call us deserters!"

"This is the greatest insult to soldiers!"

As Chen Zheng looked at her aggrieved yet stubborn expression, the smile on his face slowly faded.

He just stared at An Ran quietly until she felt uneasy, and then he slowly spoke.

Is it heavy?

"If it weren't heavy, would you be able to remember it?"

Chen Zheng stood up, walked to An Ran's bed, and looked up at her.

"An Ran, and all of you, listen up."

"Special forces soldiers are not defined by flowers and applause, nor by who they defeat."

"So what if you beat Zhao Lei?"

Chen Zheng smiled and pointed to the big red flower on his chest.

"Receiving a second-level commendation makes you think you're amazing?"

"For truly capable people, this kind of thing is just an extra."

"I won today, and you've all forgotten about discipline and that you're still training."

"What if you go to the battlefield tomorrow, celebrating one second and being trampled and humiliated by the enemy the next? What will you do then?"

A series of questions left everyone stunned.

An Ran opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but couldn't utter a single word.

"If you were just ordinary soldiers, I wouldn't need to be so strict with you."

"But you are Mulan, the first special forces unit in the Dragon Kingdom created entirely by women!"

"The key point I'm going to teach you isn't how to beat Zhao Lei."

Chen Zheng's voice lowered.

"It is to cultivate in you a heart that remains unmoved by honor or disgrace."

"The greater the praise you receive, the greater the slander you must withstand."

"Only when your hearts are strong enough that you can remain calm even if Mount Tai collapses before you, do you deserve to be called special forces soldiers and Mulan."

After saying that, Chen Zheng took out another handful of candy from his pocket, placed it on An Ran's bedside table, and then returned to his lazy demeanor.

"Alright, that's enough with the lecture. Finish your midnight snack and go to bed early."

After saying that, Chen Zheng turned around and prepared to leave.

The dormitory was quiet.

Just as his hand was about to touch the doorknob.

"Wait a moment!"

An Ran jumped down from the top bunk, rushed to the door, and blocked Chen Zheng's way.

She looked up at the tall man in front of her.

There were so many things I wanted to say, but in the end, I just put my feet together, straightened my back, and gave a military salute.

She didn't say anything, but her actions spoke volumes.

Then, a rustling sound came from the dormitory.

In the dormitory, six female soldiers in their pajamas raised their right hands together, facing Chen Zheng's retreating figure.

Chen Zheng looked at An Ran in front of him, then turned to look at the female soldiers behind her.

He smiled.

Then he slowly raised his right hand and returned a military salute.

"I'm gone."

After the ceremony, Chen Zheng put his hands down and gave another word of advice.

"Remember to wear shoes next time. If you catch a cold and it affects your training, I won't approve your leave."

After saying that, he opened the door and went out.