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

Perhaps things just don't always go as planned.

When Chen Zheng arrived at the training ground and assembled the team, he discovered an even more troublesome problem.

He scanned the queue, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

Roll call.

"safely!"

"arrive!"

"Ram!"

"arrive!"

……

"Jiang Nan!"

A silence.

Chen Zheng called out again, "Jiang Nan!"

No one in the queue responded.

His heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition welled up inside him.

It's one thing if others are absent, but the absence of Jiang Nan, the demolition genius, is probably not good news.

Hopefully, he hasn't caused any trouble...

Just then, a messenger came running from a distance in a great hurry.

"Report to Instructor Chen! Something terrible has happened!"

The communications officer ran up, barely catching his breath, and pointed in the direction of the brigade headquarters building, stammering:

"Your team's Jiang Nan... she... she blew up a wall in Barracks Number Three last night!"

Chen Zheng nearly fainted upon hearing this, and quickly raised his hand: "Lead the way!"

……

A few minutes later, the communications officer led the way while wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Instructor, here's the situation."

"It's said that Jiang Nan couldn't sleep after the lights were turned off last night, saying she kept thinking about that wall."

"That wall?" Chen Zheng stopped, his brow furrowing. "Which wall?"

"It's that concrete bunker at the demolition training ground a couple of days ago. She said the load-bearing structure is very unreasonable and it's painful to look at."

The correspondent swallowed hard, realizing that what he had just said was a bit outrageous.

"So, around 2 a.m., while everyone was asleep, she sneaked out of the dormitory, climbed into the equipment room, and used the explosives she made herself to repair the wall."

Chen Zheng felt a throbbing sensation in his temples.

That stuff belongs to the military; it's military property.

Instead of sleeping late at night, she went to blow up a wall in the military area. She didn't do it for any other reason than pure passion. This girl is truly one of a kind.

"So what if it's blown up? It's an abandoned bunker anyway. I'll just write a self-criticism." Chen Zheng sighed. "Was it really necessary to make such a fuss?"

"The key is..." the communications officer couldn't help but smile bitterly, "To make matters worse, Political Commissar Yang just happened to be returning from his business trip at that time."

"His car was driving along a small road next to the training ground when he stopped to pee... no, he just got out for some fresh air."

"Then, with a loud crash, half of the wall collapsed, and the dust that rose up buried the political commissar."

Chen Zheng: "..."

It’s over.

This can't be solved by writing a self-criticism.

Yang Guohua was the political commissar of the brigade and also An Jianjun's old partner.

If An Jianjun is a smiling tiger, then Yang Guohua is an iron-faced judge.

This man is usually stern and rarely smiles. He is particularly strict about discipline and is known as "Yang the Black-Faced".

It is said that An Jianjun had to hide from him if he wanted to smoke, for fear that he would be caught and given a lecture.

The two quickly reached the top floor of the office building.

Before I even reached the door, I could hear the sound of someone slamming a table inside.

"Nonsense! Absolutely nonsense!"

"Lawless! Do they have no respect for discipline? Do they even care about the military?!"

"You're planning a demolition in the middle of the night? Are you trying to raze the brigade headquarters to the ground?!"

Chen Zheng took a deep breath, straightened his top button, and casually adjusted the big red flower on his shirt.

No matter what, they are still our soldiers, and we have to rescue them even if it means shedding tears.

"Report!"

Chen Zheng shouted loudly, then pushed open the door and went in.

In the corner, Jiang Nan stood with her head down, her face smeared with black ash.

She was still clutching two unused colored fuses in her hand, twisting her fingers together incessantly, her face showing both grievance and obedience.

If someone didn't know the situation, they would really think she was just a primary school student who had made a mistake.

On the sofa, Brigade Commander An Jianjun was holding a teacup, his neck hunched, his eyes darting around, not daring to look in their direction.

Given the military structure of the Dragon Kingdom, the political commissar's rank is higher than his.

Behind the desk, a middle-aged man of similar age to An Jianjun, wearing glasses, was pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back.

Upon hearing Chen Zheng's voice, Yang Guohua abruptly stopped and turned around.

In that instant, Chen Zheng felt as if he had been scanned by two X-rays.

Yang Guohua narrowed his sharp eyes slightly as he looked Chen Zheng up and down.

His expression showed no anger; instead, it calmed down.

"Oh," Yang Guohua sneered, "Isn't this our brigade's star, Instructor Chen?"

He slowly walked up to Chen Zheng, circled him once, and finally fixed his gaze on the big red flower on Chen Zheng's chest.

"I was only away on a business trip for a few days, but a lot of interesting things happened during my trip."

"I heard you've been quite the big shot lately? Catching corrupt officials and fighting in tournaments."

"What? Now you think this brigade headquarters compound can't hold you anymore, so you're planning to train a demolition expert to tear this building down and rebuild it?"

An Jianjun, standing to the side, was frantically trying to signal to Chen Zheng with his eyes, his eyelids almost twitching.

The meaning is clear: quickly admit your mistake and stop arguing back; even I'm afraid of this stubborn old man.

Chen Zheng certainly understood.

Trying to reason with someone who's involved in political work is like courting death.

Trying to reason with a political commissar who's in a fit of rage is like asking for trouble.

Chen Zheng did not hesitate.

Snapped!

He suddenly brought his legs together, straightened his back, and gave Yang Guohua a standard military salute.

His voice was loud and clear, his attitude sincere, and even tinged with a hint of heartache.

"Reporting to the political commissar! It's my fault!"

Yang Guohua was stunned for a moment, and all the scolding he had prepared was swallowed back by this shout.

He raised an eyebrow: "Your fault? Weren't you sleeping last night?"

"If the teaching is not strict, it is the teacher's laziness!"

Chen Zheng looked straight ahead and said loudly.

"The reason Jiang Nan made such a serious mistake is ultimately because I, as her instructor, neglected to discipline her properly!"

"It's my fault for failing to instill the right values ​​in her, and for failing to properly guide her excess energy!"

"This warrior may be itching to fight, but she's not a bad person at heart. She's just too eager to improve, and her personal preferences are a bit peculiar!"

Jiang Nan, who was in the corner, suddenly raised her head and looked at Chen Zheng in surprise, her eyes shining with emotion.

The instructor really understands me!

Although no one else could understand her, it was worth it as long as the instructor approved!

Chen Zheng ignored Jiang Nan's admiring gaze and continued speaking with righteous indignation:

"Political Commissar! It's all my fault, no matter what!"

"It's my fault for poor leadership and inadequate supervision!"

"Punish me if you must!"

"Whether it's solitary confinement, writing a self-criticism, or even dismissal, I, Chen Zheng, will have no objections!"

"Please, Political Commissar, don't blame Jiang Nan. She's young and a rare talent in demolition... If she gets punished for such a small matter, it will ruin her military career!"

After speaking, Chen Zheng remained motionless, maintaining his salute, looking as if he were willing to die to protect his students.