Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 101: Setting New Goals and the Eighteen Special Skills for the Final Sprint
The commendation meeting is over.

In the second company, each class can finally relax a little. Those who need to clear the tables clear the tables, and those who need to move the stools move the stools, preparing for the subsequent training.

Actively prepare for the assessment.

Chen Mo put all the military medals into his pocket. He didn't intend to show off like that in his own unit.

I quickly ran to the entrance of Taocun military camp, but Brigade Commander Wei Jinan was not there. He must have just left with the convoy.

Only Political Commissar He Guofeng stood under the poplar tree, looking at the dry lawn in front of him. It was obviously neatly trimmed, even the direction was the same. He couldn't help but smile.

"Hello, political commissar!!"

Chen Mo ran up and saluted.

"Well, you guys have made a lot of preparations for today's commendation ceremony, right?"

He Guofeng stepped on the ground and asked.

Faced with this sudden question, Chen Mo was stunned. He didn't expect that the political commissar would not ask about the meritorious service or mention the situation in the company.

Instead, the topic turned to the cleaning process before the inspection.

"Reporting to the Political Commissar, it didn't take long to prepare. We started after breakfast at around 7 o'clock and have been busy for more than two hours."

Not knowing the other person's intention, Chen Mo had no choice but to respond truthfully.

"Yes, Not Bad."

He Guofeng nodded, pointed to the edge of the flower bed surrounded by red bricks beside the curb, and said with a smile: "Sit down, I want to talk to you."

"Yes."

The political commissar of the Seventh Brigade specifically asked for a scholar.

At this time, Cheng Dong and a group of veterans from the second company were hiding on the roof of the dormitory building, looking over there with a sly look.

"Company Commander, the scholar is sitting on the ground. Damn, the political commissar is sitting down too." Wang Jianyong stared in surprise: "Company Commander, is the scholar related to the political commissar?"

"Relatives, what the hell." Cheng Dong raised his hand and slashed at the back of Lao Wang's head. "The political commissar and I are from the same hometown, Xiangtan County. How can we be relatives?"

"Then why are they so close?" Wang Jianyong covered the back of his head. The old scout, who was usually very arrogant, did not show any temper when he met the company commander.

"I want to know too." Cheng Dong pointed to the distance and said, "Who of you go and send two benches to the political commissar and hear what they say."

It would have been better if he hadn't said this. As soon as he opened his mouth, the old soldiers gathered around him scattered.

joke.

The reconnaissance company is a directly affiliated unit, and they usually have frequent contact with the political commissar. Others would think that the political commissar is just doing ideological work and talking.

But they all knew that He Guofeng had a bad temper, and once he got stubborn, the brigade commander would have to put on a smile.

In the past, in the 7th Tank Division, there were two tough guys who could not be provoked. One was the old gunner, and the other was the director of the political department, who is now the political commissar.

People who come back from the battlefield really won't give you a reason with words, but their fighting skills are still pretty good.

Anyone who wants to give this stool can do so, but they are not going anyway.

Cheng Dong pursed his lips, hesitated for a while, and didn't dare to go.

He simply turned around and went downstairs to pack up his things and continue to go out to carry out his combat readiness mission.

After all, the New Year's combat preparations have not yet ended, and if it weren't for this commendation meeting, he would not be able to come back.

In the eyes of many veterans, the political commissar, to whom no one dared to offer him even a stool, was now sitting leisurely on the red bricks with a smile on his face, pulling up his trouser legs.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket and gestured to Chen Mo: "Do you know how to smoke?"

"Yes." Chen Mo was not polite. He reached out and grabbed two of them, one on his hand and one on his ear.

He was quite smart enough to take the lighter and help the political commissar light his cigarette.

"You boy."

Seeing this, He Guofeng shook his head and smiled.

He could see that the scholar was not such a casual person, but was deliberately showing this relaxed attitude.

However, this deliberate act actually made He Guofeng less reserved.

He smoked a lit cigarette, the curls of smoke dissipating before his eyes. After a long while, he finally spoke: "I have read all the letters you wrote when you enlisted, and I brought them here."

As he spoke, He Guofeng pulled out another khaki envelope from his pocket and handed it to Chen Mo, saying, "In your letter, you expounded on institutional reform and streamlining. It's obvious that you put your heart into it."

"It's just too crudely written, and it also points out the future development of the army. Is this your personal opinion?"

Hear the words.

Chen Mo straightened his body. He was wondering why the letter he wrote worked, but the people in the armed forces didn't even ask about it.

It turns out the source is here.

The letter is written crudely, how can it not be crude?

Given the situation at the time, many of his words were excerpted from newspapers, including his comments on the development of the army, which were also written based on the army's current ideas for public disclosure.

There's no way he could have actually written something like this ahead of time. As a confidential secretary, he wouldn't be that stupid.

If he had written down everything he knew without reservation, he would not have received the second-class merit today, but he would have become a second-class merit recipient himself.

"It's not just my personal opinion." Chen Mo thought again and again, then smiled cautiously and said, "Commander, a lot of the stuff in the letter is copied from newspapers, and some is copied from magazines."

"I've read magazines like World Military and Modern Weapons published by the Xinhua News Agency branch, and a lot of the content is plagiarized."

"Ok, I know."

He Guofeng had obviously conducted a detailed investigation, so he was not surprised.

"The fact that you can copy it shows that you're paying attention. It's a good idea to have it."

"But the development of the army can't be influenced overnight. The higher-ups have always had ideas about how to build a new-era army, but you have to understand that we have millions of troops, and any single move can affect the entire army."

"No matter how we change or move, there is still no better solution. Crossing the river by feeling the stones is our only option at the moment."

"Of course, exploration, experimentation, and the development of armaments are also top priorities. However, this development will be very slow due to changes in domestic and international situations."

"It's a protracted battle."

He Guofeng looked a little worried. After a pause, he raised his hand and patted Chen Mo's shoulder and said, "I've told you so much because I hope you can continue to maintain this interest."

"Although many of the ideas in the letter are old-fashioned discoveries, there are also some novel ideas. Developing and building national defense has never been a one-person job."

"It's a group of people. I won't stifle your wild ideas. I ordered you to do the clerk work for the reconnaissance company."

"Get in touch and learn well."

"If you have any ideas, you can always come to the headquarters to find me."

"By the way, regarding your dropping out of high school, I will call your local area to resolve the issue of your education."

"There's no need to drop out of high school. You'll retain your degree this June. Study in the reconnaissance company for a year. If there's an opportunity next year, I'll recommend you attend the military academy for further training and promotion."

After He Guofeng finished speaking, he left the cigarette and the gear lighter in his hand to Chen Mo.

Then he waved his hand, without saying another word, got up and left in the car.

Listen to the roar of the engine.

Chen Mo stood up and watched the car go away. He looked down at his cigarettes. The cigarette box was almost full, and the lighter oil was also full.

But for some reason, Chen Mo always felt empty inside.

In fact, he really wanted to tell the political commissar that he knew the path of development. He was certainly not clear about the details, but the general direction was definitely correct.

But he couldn't say it, because if he did, he would get into endless trouble.

There is always a huge gap between reality and ideal, which cannot be crossed.

Chen Mo has figured out where his opportunity lies. He wants to take advantage of it step by step and reach the top, until one day he has enough say to take drastic action.

It's 1999 now, there are still opportunities, lots of opportunities.

"The political commissar has left?" When Chen Mo was looking into the distance, Huo Linshan had quietly walked up to him without him noticing.

“Hello, instructor!!”

Chen Mo quickly stood at attention and saluted! !

"It's not that complicated." Huo Linshan smiled and waved his hand, then stared at the cigarette and lighter in Chen Mo's hand, and also saw the khaki envelope.

"The Commissar is asking about your letter, right?"

"Yes, instructor. The commander just said that he arranged the clerical work and asked me to study hard on the job."

"He also said he would call to sort out my academic issues and that if possible, he would recommend a military academy for me to study at next year."

These words are not confidential, so Chen Mo naturally said whatever he wanted to say.

But what surprised him was that after hearing this, Huo Linshan was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and patted Chen Mo on the shoulder.

He took a deep breath and said, "Keep doing your best, scholar. The political commissar is really good to you."

"However, there are some things you may not know. Our political commissar joined the army in 43 and served in the 127th Division of the rd Army. You may not have heard of it, but this unit is very famous."

"I followed the troops to the battlefield in 1979. When I withdrew from the battlefield, I was seriously injured. Afterwards, the political commissar was transferred to many units. If it weren't for the injury, I wouldn't be serving as a political commissar here."

"I'm old, and the injuries I suffered in the past, due to limited medical conditions at the time, have left hidden dangers. The past two years have become increasingly difficult."

"Company Commander Cheng and the political commissar are from the same hometown. Old Cheng said that the political commissar will probably take the initiative to apply for demobilization and return to his hometown in the next one or two years."

"I can't fight anymore. I'm going to make room for the comrades who come later. I can only tell you this much because I'm probably thinking that after I settle you down, I'll retreat."

"Return?"

Chen Mo's head buzzed and he looked at the instructor in surprise.

No wonder, no wonder he had no impression of this political commissar. He had an impression of Wei Jinan, the commander of the Seventh Brigade, but he couldn't remember having met He Guofeng in his previous life.

At first, he always thought that there had been some changes in the Political Committee in the past two years.

So he applied for early withdrawal?
Chen Mo felt a little tight in his chest. He had never doubted the love and loyalty of the older generation of soldiers to their motherland.

Why would he choose to join the army if he had the chance to do it all over again?

Isn't it because he has seen too many people, generation after generation, who have integrated their passion into the torrent of the times, and have written responsibility and commitment with perseverance and dedication in order to achieve the great rejuvenation of the nation?

These all interpret the original intention and mission of the soldiers.

Recalling the glorious years, building the dream of a strong country, the original intention remains unchanged, and the military glory remains. The old leader is such a person, and Political Commissar He is also such a person.

Although there may be some differences of opinion during the development process, everyone's efforts are consistent.

Each generation has its own Long March, and each generation has its own responsibilities.

At present, he is at best a small firefly, insignificant in the tide of development, but the political commissar is still willing to sit down and calmly encourage and persuade him to let go and do a great job.

This spirit alone is a realm that Chen Mo has never reached in both his lifetimes.

"It's okay. Just try your best and live up to the political commissar's instructions."

Huo Linshan didn't know what Chen Mo was thinking. He simply thought that a young person was sentimental and couldn't accept it when he heard that his leader was going to retire.

"Next, it's time to prepare for the assessment. With your performance, there shouldn't be any problems."

"try hard."

"Yes, instructor, I understand."

Chen Mo nodded in response.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that he understood something, but he couldn't put it into words.

However, Chen Mo's goal has indeed changed, or to be more precise, it has become clearer.

At the beginning, he re-enlisted just to stand in front of his old leader with a new identity in the shortest possible time. Even if he had no ability, he could not stop certain things from happening.

At least, I can try hard to change some regrets from my past life. First of all, that speech should not appear again.

While doing all this, you can also let your family live a better life. Don't let your family suffer because of your cowardly retreat.

But now, perhaps influenced by He Guofeng, Chen Mo is more determined to establish himself in the trend, and step by step relies on his own knowledge and ability to do what he should do to the best of his ability.

I was in a daze for too long, and it finally affected me.

Chen Mo shook his head, feeling a little emotional.

It's been so long since he came back, but only now does he truly understand his future path.

This reaction is indeed a bit slow.

Regaining his composure, Chen Mo kept the cigarettes and lighter left by the political commissar close to his body, including the letter.

I ran to the bathroom to wash my face and tried to wake myself up.

Back in the dormitory, Chen Mogang put the military medal into the cabinet.

The dormitory door was pushed open with a bang.

Wang Jianyong walked into the Class 8 dormitory with his hands on his hips, his expression tinged with a hint of revenge. He grinned and cursed, "Class 8, everyone, pack your backpacks and gather downstairs. Hurry up! I'll see who's slow. Damn it! Be careful!"

After saying that, he turned his head to look at Chen Mo and said with a smile: "Scholar, you don't need it."

"I gave you Lao Pao's timer as a gift. Go with Platoon Leader Liang to the training ground and be in charge of timing. Before lunch, the entire company will test their three-kilometer performance."

"These bastards have become too lazy after the New Year. They need to be disciplined."

After saying that, Wang Jianyong turned and left.

This made Chen Mo a little confused: "Where is our squad leader?"

"He's gone. He's off to follow the company commander on battle preparations again." Yang Dali said with a bitter face, "Deputy squad leader, help me! Yesterday, our squad leader helped to deal with squad leader Wang next door. I think they're all going to get back at him today."

Yang Dali's concerns are not without reason.

When Chen Mo followed downstairs with the timer, the second company had already assembled.

This time it was not the instructor who led the team, but the duty officer Peng Wei, who, with a whistle in his mouth, led the men to the equipment depot to get guns.

So they took all the new recruits in the company to the training ground.

At this time, the harmony of the New Year and the peace and harmony during the commendation meeting were all gone.

Accompanied by the sound of the soul-chasing whistle.

The entire company began to move out along the runway.

Maybe it’s because the assessment is approaching and the training is in the later stages, none of these veterans are polite.

On the training ground, the soul-chasing whistle is in the hands of the veteran, the life-threatening watch is in the hands of the scholar, and the book of life and death is in the hands of Liang Hongjie.

A chase begins.

Chen Mo watched the new recruits on the field. If anyone couldn't run, the veterans would immediately perform the Eighteen Shaolin Kung Fu skills.

Whoever runs last, the veteran follows behind, jumps up and does the Dharma Kick.

Whoever runs slowly will be hit on the backpack with a powerful Vajra Palm. The veterans move their hands left and right as they move through the team, "caressing" the tired and lagging recruits.

Can't run fast? Impossible.

Can't run? Nope.

If the squad leader doesn't get good results in the recruit competition, at most he will be embarrassed, but it won't affect him.

But what if the recruits perform poorly in the final assessment?

Veteran scouts.

That's done with gritted teeth and for real.

(End of this chapter)