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

The next morning, the sun was shining brightly.

Chen Zheng walked towards the cafeteria feeling refreshed.

Last night's training went well.

Although the female soldiers felt wronged, they clearly understood his good intentions.

Chen Zheng hummed an off-key tune as he planned his training schedule for the day.

We need to give them a little extra credit today.

With improved physical fitness and obedience, it's time to explore more advanced team tactics.

Just as Chen Zheng was planning how to better train them, two figures appeared at the corner of the main road ahead.

They are military police officers from the military region, on a routine patrol.

Chen Zheng didn't pay much attention and continued strolling forward with his hands behind his back.

However, when they were still more than fifty meters apart, the two military policemen suddenly stopped.

Snapped!

A standard standing at attention.

Immediately afterwards, a loud shout rang out.

"Hello, Instructor Chen!"

Chen Zheng stumbled and almost tripped over himself.

He subconsciously looked back.

There was no one behind him; no leader passed by.

Looking ahead, the two military police officers were still saluting, staring intently at him.

Chen Zheng was full of questions.

What's going on?

I am indeed Mulan's instructor, but when did I alert the military police?

These two guys usually think they're above everyone else. Even if it were a deputy regimental commander passing by, let alone a major like him, they would at most give a salute as required.

Although I didn't understand, as a soldier, returning the greeting was basic courtesy.

Chen Zheng had no choice but to stop, raise his right hand, and return a standard military salute.

"Hello, comrades."

The two military policemen lowered their hands, straightened their backs, and watched Chen Zheng leave after receiving a response.

Chen Zheng withdrew his gaze and continued walking towards the cafeteria with a puzzled expression.

Strange.

But he soon discovered that this was just the beginning.

The journey to the cafeteria became exceptionally difficult.

A civilian cadre carrying documents walked towards Chen Zheng. Upon seeing Chen Zheng, he paused for a moment, then abruptly stood at attention and saluted: "Good morning, Instructor Chen!"

A new recruit who was going to help in the kitchen was pushing a cart past. He stopped the cart from a distance, ran to the side of the road, and saluted in Chen Zheng's direction. He didn't dare to move until Chen Zheng had passed by.

The most outrageous thing is that the reconnaissance team next door is connected to the drill team.

The company commander, who was shouting commands at the top of his lungs, turned his head and saw Chen Zheng, and immediately seemed to be paused.

"Attention, all! Halt!"

"Right faces—all aligned!"

"salute!"

Swish!

The entire company, hundreds of people, paid their respects to Chen Zheng in perfect unison.

Chen Zheng's smile froze completely.

He felt like a giant panda being watched in a zoo.

According to the regulations of the Chinese military, a greeting must be returned.

Amidst shouts of "Hello, Instructor!", Chen Zheng could only mechanically raise his hand, return the greeting, lower it, raise his hand again, and return the greeting once more.

By the time he finally managed to get from the Avenue of Stars to the cafeteria entrance, his right hand, which was used for saluting, was already starting to ache.

He felt like an emotionless lucky cat.

This meal is inedible.

Chen Zheng decisively abandoned his plan to go to the cafeteria and turned to walk towards the training ground.

All he wanted now was to get back to Mulan's territory as quickly as possible and get away from these inexplicable guys.

However, the road leading to the training ground is also a bumpy one.

No matter who it is or what they are doing, as soon as they see him, they will immediately stop what they are doing and salute him from afar.

Chen Zheng hid behind a big tree by the roadside and watched as another squad of soldiers stopped their training to salute him. He felt a chill run down his spine.

What exactly is going on?

Could it be that An Jianjun secretly promoted himself?

That's impossible. Even if he were promoted to brigade commander, these people might not necessarily show him the same respect.

Just then, a private who looked like he had just joined the company passed by on the side path, humming a song.

The opportunity is coming!

A glint flashed in Chen Zheng's eyes, and with a swift movement, he emerged from behind the tree and grabbed the private by the back of the neck.

"Holy shit!"

The private was so frightened he almost jumped out of his skin. He was about to shout when he turned around and saw Chen Zheng's face clearly.

"Instructor Chen... Instructor Chen!" The private was so excited he could barely speak, his eyes shining. "You... you wanted to see me?"

"Something's happened, something important." Chen Zheng, his face dark, dragged him behind a tree. "Tell me the truth, what's going on today? Why are you all acting like you're seeing a high-ranking official when you see me?"

"Huh?" The private was stunned. "Instructor, you didn't know?"

"I know nothing! Tell me!" Chen Zheng said irritably.

"Instructor, it's because of your battle yesterday!" the private said excitedly in a low voice. "Your deeds have spread throughout the entire military region!"

Chen Zheng frowned: "I fought with Zhao Lei, is it really that exaggerated?"

"That's more than just an exaggeration!" the private exclaimed, slapping his thigh. "It's all over the place! They're saying you didn't even lift a finger during your duel with Company Commander Zhao yesterday!"

Chen Zheng's lips twitched: "I didn't lay a hand on him? Then Zhao Lei just lay down on his own?"

"No, that's not true!" The private gave him a "don't be modest" look. "They said that you only glanced at Company Commander Zhao, and he was so terrified by your imposing presence that he immediately knelt down and begged for mercy!"

Chen Zheng: "..."

"And your marksmanship!" the private exclaimed, growing more and more excited. "Everyone says you don't just shoot, you fly with a sword! That's not marksmanship, that's magic!"

"Some even say you could catch a bullet fired at you with one hand!"

Chen Zheng took a deep breath, trying to keep his face calm.

Catching a bullet with one hand? I don't remember ever doing that.

"The most outrageous thing is..." The private leaned forward and looked at Chen Zheng's chest.

"Instructor, they all say that the big red flower on your chest isn't actually a medal."

"What is that?" Chen Zheng was already numb.

"They say it's a seal!"

"Once you pluck this flower, your suppressed, terrifying power will unleash its full force, instantly boosting your combat strength a hundredfold!"

"At that point, not only our brigade, but the entire Southwest Military Region will be overthrown by you!"

Chen Zheng stared blankly at the private's admiring face, then looked down at the big red flower on his chest.

If his memory is correct, he shouldn't be the ultimate Iron Man.

At this moment, Chen Zheng finally understood what it meant to fear becoming famous, just as a pig fears growing fat.

He waved his hand dismissively, sending the soldiers away listlessly, and then leaned against a tree.

"Fine, let's leave it at that."

With a helpless sigh, Chen Zheng, enduring countless fervent gazes, steeled himself and headed towards Mulan's training ground.

As long as they return to their own territory and keep An Ran and the others quiet, this storm will eventually pass.

He just wanted to keep a low profile today and practice quietly.