Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 113 Helpless Captain, Please Be Calm

On the reconnaissance company's training ground.

The second round of training began. Both the capture team and the mobile team were composed of two squads, but with different numbers of people.

Chen Mo's capture team consists of 19 people including him.

Originally, the six motorcycles were enough to carry 18 people, but with one more person added, one of the veterans in the capture team had to rely on his legs to intercept the military truck from another direction.

The motorcycles were speeding and the military trucks were running wildly, all at speeds exceeding fifty miles per hour.

Chen Mo sat in the back seat of the second car. As time went by and the distance got closer, his mood began to become uncontrollably manic.

The wind and sand covered his eyes, and Chen Mo had to raise his hands from time to time to rub off the sand on his face.

The training for scouts is indeed very intense. If Chen Mo didn't have a good ability to withstand pressure, this kind of galloping state alone would be enough to make the recruits' hands and feet weak.

The six motorcycles were getting closer and closer. The motorcycle Chen Mo was on aimed to climb onto the truck from the rear and capture the enemy.

As the distance got closer, the dust hit my face faster and faster.

Yao Jinghua tensed his muscles and turned his head, shouting, "Get ready!!"

This shout is to remind the new recruits.

He just finished speaking.

Chen Mo's originally calm aura changed. He stared at the truck's tailgate with his eyes like a falcon, while the veteran on the truck also bent over and guarded the three directions of the car.

"rush!"

Give an order.

Several figures suddenly jumped up from the motorcycle that caught up with the truck. Chen Mo was as swift as a tiger and as sleek as a dragon, climbing from the back seat to the truck.

This action is very dangerous because the motorcycle is chasing from behind and cannot be too close to the truck. After jumping, the motorcycle suddenly loses weight and must immediately reduce speed to avoid hitting the truck.

If anyone in the capture team is not careful, they may fall headfirst to the ground.

Chen Mo was also afraid, but at this time his adrenaline was surging wildly, and he was able to overcome his fear.

He successfully climbed onto the back of the truck. The veteran who was responsible for guarding this position grinned when he saw the scholar coming.

He turned sideways and held the other side of the baffle with both hands to maintain his balance, and then kicked towards the scholar with both feet.

Trying to kick someone off.

Fortunately, Chen Mo also knew that the place he climbed first was impossible to climb up, and the other party was prepared in advance.

He changed his position to the side in time and avoided being kicked in the chest, taking advantage of the moment when the force of the kick was not so easy to retract.

Chen Mo rolled over and successfully entered the carriage.

Just this action of taking off and getting on the car made many people in the distance breathe a sigh of relief.

Cheng Dong was even prepared. If Xiucai failed to jump, he would arrange for someone to carry him aside to rest.

Unexpectedly, this guy succeeded.

Chen Mo climbed into the carriage. He knew that he could not fight with this group of old scouts. His fists were not as strong as theirs, and if a fight really broke out, he would probably just get beaten.

He is not in the habit of asking for a punch.

He turned his head and quickly looked around.

There were also capture teams climbing up on both sides of the carriage. He simply lay on the iron plate, grabbed the legs of one of the mobile team members, and with a "pop", dragged the veteran who was trying to stop them down.

He took advantage of the situation to help the veteran who was getting on the train from the side and successfully climbed into the carriage.

With help, Chen Mo’s pressure was not so great.

The carriage soon descended into a melee, with six or seven veterans swinging their fists vigorously. Chen Mo stood in the corner as much as possible, just like the damn Old Six.

He specifically looks for opportunities to kick those in the mobile team.

There's no way, I can't win head-on.

To put it bluntly, the locking-down tactics he used to catch spies might not be effective on these scouts.

It's not that the lock is not secure, but that there is no chance to lock it.

They were all taught by the same system, and he lacked experience. If he really rushed forward, it was not certain who would lock whom.

But his fighting power is slightly lower, so there are still other opportunities in a melee.

Chen Mo had been standing behind the veteran, and during the fight, he would suddenly kick him. The capture team was more concentrated, and as the melee lasted longer, more people on their side climbed up.

After just over a minute, the veterans of the mobile team had their hands and feet tied up one by one.

Chen Mo jumped back onto the motorcycle from the truck and assisted other veterans in transferring all the "enemies" with their hands and feet tied into the motorcycle and transporting them to a fixed prisoner point.

After the enemies on the first truck were dealt with, the next action to deal with the co-pilot and the driver was too dangerous, so Chen Mo did not participate anymore and turned his target to the second truck.

Catching an enemy by car is very stamina-consuming.

When getting on the first truck, the mobile team was careless and only arranged one person to watch the back compartment. No one thought that Xiucai could really climb onto the truck.

He took advantage of the loophole.

When it was the second truck's turn, Chen Mo's good luck ended.

That guy, the three veterans were on high alert, guarding against him tightly, so the moment Chen Mo jumped onto the truck, before his hands even touched the fence, he was kicked several meters away by the veterans.

With the inertia of the truck, when Chen Mo rolled on the ground a few times and stood up again, the truck had already run more than 30 meters.

It is impossible to capture an enemy while driving a car without getting beaten, and everyone who participates in this subject cannot avoid it.

The only difference is whether you can fight back.

That guy, when Chen Mo got up from the ground, he didn't feel any pain at all. He subconsciously brushed off the dust on his body and walked away.

Cooperate with the ground capture team to chase the running truck from the side.

In the martial arts arena, the second round of fighting entered a fierce stage.

Chen Mo's figure was like a cheetah, chasing the truck madly, but failed to get on the truck repeatedly.

The capture team began to change their strategy, and six motorcycles cooperated with the ground personnel to target the driver.

Teams of people rushed to the front of the truck. Seeing that the truck was about to be controlled, the mobile team also organized a counterattack, jumped off the car and scrambled for the motorcycle.

Chen Mo, who was running behind, waited for the truck to slow down with great difficulty. As soon as he ran up to it, he saw a veteran from the mobile group get off the car, get on a motorcycle and prepare to run.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Chen Mo stepped on the motorcycle with his left foot to gain leverage, and kicked in the air with his right foot, hitting the shoulder of the veteran of the mobile group.

No matter how inexperienced he was, he was still able to kick the mobile team hard with such force.

He fell off the motorcycle and rolled several meters away.

This made Chen Mo very excited. He finally caught a lone person. After his body landed on the ground, he flew forward again, before the other party could react.

Grab the opponent's legs and throw him down, then use the belt to tie his right hand around his back and his left foot together.

"Bah! Damn it, scholar, you are so cruel."

The old soldier spat out the dirt in his mouth and turned around to curse.

"Hey, squad leader, I'm sorry."

Chen Mo ignored him, untied the other person's shoelaces, and tied his left hand and right foot together, making them into a big shrimp with its waist bent backwards.

He took off the old soldier's hat and stuffed it into his mouth.

Then they rushed to other battlefields.

At this time, both sides had abandoned their motorcycles and trucks and were engaged in a pure chase and melee.

Chen Mo didn't know how many punches and kicks he received.

But he was still full of energy, like a poisonous snake crawling on the ground. Once he set his eyes on someone, he would chase them to death.

We will not stop until we capture him alive.

Strictly speaking, this melee is no longer training, but more like a game, a war game.

This is a game that only those who are not afraid of pain, death and have blood can participate in.

But the aftereffects are also quite obvious.

After the second round was over, Chen Mo and Lao Yao and their capture team sat together to rest.

The original color of his military uniform was no longer recognizable, his face was covered in bruises, and his whole body seemed to be falling apart. He had no strength at all and was extremely exhausted.

Bang bang bang.
Cheng Dong rushed over with his men from the place where they were watching the battle. He clapped with a smile on his face, and many veterans in the reconnaissance company also applauded.

This is applause of encouragement and recognition.

The battle process just now.

Chen Mo is definitely not the best one in the audience, nor the most eye-catching one, and of course, not the worst one either.

But the applause was definitely not perfunctory; it was intense, and even the exhausted capture and maneuver teams joined in the applause.

Huo Linshan walked up to Chen Mo, picked up the kettle and handed it to him, saying with a smile: "How about it, scholar, experience our company's training, what do you think?"

"I'm tired, very tired, but also very refreshed." Chen Mo really didn't have the strength to get up, so he just sat on the ground and responded with a kettle in his hand.

Yao Jinghua, who was standing beside him, was also breathing heavily. He barely raised his hand and patted Chen Mo's shoulder: "You kid, it's done."

"A new recruit can keep up with us. At least he's much better than I was back then. He knows how to capture the enemy with a flying car. How long does it take to train before he can do it?"

Without waiting for Chen Mo's response.

Yao Jinghua held up five fingers and flipped through them, saying, "Ten months. I trained as a recruit for three months, then had intensive training for ten months as a scout. I only started contacting them in the seventh month of training camp."

"You kid, you are worthy of being a soldier brought up by Lao Pao. It's a pity that Lao Pao is not here, otherwise, he would probably be intimidated as well."

Upon hearing this, the veterans around him all grinned.

Chen Mo could clearly feel that the attitude of the veterans in the company towards him had changed significantly.

This feeling is hard to describe, but if I had to say it, it would be that these people only now admitted that they were members of the reconnaissance company. They were one of their own.

Before, these veterans treated him nicely, at least they didn't bully him, but that kind of niceness was only limited to the fact that his performance was decent and he was a top student trained by the veterans.

Just giving Lao Pao some face.

When they met, they would just nod, knowing that there was such a person in the company.

But now, the veterans looked at him with a hint of respect, which was a feeling Liang Hongjie had never experienced in the past six months.

This is also a treatment that Yang Dali and others cannot understand for the time being.

Look at the scholar being surrounded by people.

Wang Jianyong, the squad leader of the 13th squad, who was also the squad leader of the 7th squad when he was in the recruit company, was so happy that he almost blew bubbles from his mouth.

He ran up to Chen Mo and grabbed him, as if he was afraid he would run away. He looked up at Cheng Dong and said, "Captain, why don't you let Xiucai join our class for daily training?"

"Don't worry, Captain. I will do my best to lead you."

"Bullshit, you old bastard." Yao Jinghua saw Wang Jianyong coming over to snatch the person, and kicked Wang half a meter away.

"Xiu Cai is from the Eighth Squad in the recruit company. Even if you are a follower in the next company, you should follow my Eighth Squad."

"Besides, he is a soldier trained by Lao Pao, and I am also a soldier trained by Lao Pao. In terms of seniority, he is still my junior brother, so you bastard don't have to worry about it."

"Damn it, Lao Yao, do you want to practice?"

Wang Jianyong stood up from the ground, staring with his eyes, looking like he was ready to fight.

"Don't be a coward, Lao Yao, just beat that old bastard."

"That's right, Lao Yao. This old bastard got a third-class merit by following the scholar. He wants the credit and the person too. Kill him!!"

A group of veterans around followed suit and started to make a fuss.

Seeing the two veterans arguing and about to fight, the dozen or so new recruits nearby were dumbfounded.

Damn, just now when these old soldiers mentioned the scholar, they still shook their heads as if they were disgusted by him.

How come this changes so quickly?

Look at themselves, they are like invisible people. Apart from taking care of all the class chores, washing clothes, mopping the floor and brushing shoes, these old soldiers don't pay any attention to them at all.

The difference in comparison is too obvious.

Cheng Dong on the side watched calmly until the two veterans rolled up their sleeves and prepared to fall.

He then said, "Do you all think Xiucai is quite impressive?"

"Yes!"

The veterans all spoke in unison. After all, the bravery of the man just now was visible to the naked eye.

"Do you all want him?" Cheng Dong asked again.

But this time.

None of the veterans dared to respond, because they had been with Cheng Dong for a long time, and they all knew that their company commander had a dog-like face and was definitely not easy to talk to.

as predicted.

Seeing no one responding, Cheng Dong yanked off his belt, clutched it in his hand, and cursed: "Fuck, a new recruit can catch up with you guys."

"You still have the nerve to shout about being the best all day? You still have the nerve to rest? Damn it, where are the third group?"

"Go train for me, damn it! If anyone dares to slack off in the competition at the end of the month, I'll kill you, you son of a bitch."

have to! !

Good things turn into bad things because there are bad people among the masses.

This scholar's performance is good, but if the company commander sees it, the veteran will be in trouble.

They were so fast that they wished their parents had given them two less legs. The old soldiers who had just gathered together stood up whoosh.

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared without a trace.

After the fun, the new recruits were taken away by the old squad leader to do some work.

Everyone looked back at Chen Mo every few steps. Seeing him sitting on the ground to rest while they had to pull weeds and maybe even carry coal, the guy felt quite disappointed.

But you can’t compare.

Who would dare to actually try to capture the enemy with a flying car?

Wait until most people have left.

Cheng Dong fastened his belt again and walked up to Chen Mo.

Chen Mo tried to stand up and salute, but his legs and feet were out of control and he had no strength at all.

"Alright, alright." Cheng Dong waved his hand: "Don't be so stubborn. This is your first time engaging in enemy capture. It's good enough that you can persevere."

After saying that, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed one to Chen Mo.

This was the first time that the company commander handed a cigarette to Xiucai. You know, in the army, the company commander at the grassroots level in charge of training can hand out cigarettes personally.

Either it's someone of higher rank than him who is on the same level as him, or only the old non-commissioned officers have this honor.

Although Chen Mo had performed very well before, he still did not go beyond the scope of a recruit. Today's courage training and car speeding to capture the enemy were the first step for him to integrate into the group of veterans.

It’s nothing if the instructor offers a cigarette, or even if the political commissar offers a cigarette.

Only when it is given by a grassroots company commander or battalion commander, can it be considered true recognition.

Cheng Dong looked at Chen Mo and found him pleasing to the eye more and more.

Finally, he simply sat down on the ground, a cigarette in his mouth, puffing out a light puff of smoke. After a long while, he said, "Rest for a while. I'll let Xiao Liang take you to our company's honor room later."

"Yes, Captain."

Generally speaking, when new recruits are assigned to a company, it doesn't matter if they don't know the company commander's name.

But you must never skip the visit to the Hall of Honor, because honor is the nourishment of will and the continuation of faith.

It is also the foundation of a unit's strongest cohesion.

Without collective honor, no matter how good the equipment or how strong the combat effectiveness is, they are just a mob.

Chen Mo knew where the reconnaissance company's honor room was. It was on the second floor of the building where he lived. He had heard Liang Hongjie say it before. It looked very ordinary from the outside.

If he hadn't been told, he wouldn't even know that the Hall of Honor was there.

Wait until a cigarette is finished.

Cheng Dongcai clapped his hands and stood up: "I know why you are so active today."

"Want to participate in the competition at the end of March?"

"I'm telling you, forget it. Training has to be gradual. When we even have new recruits coming over, haven't you noticed that we train new and old recruits separately?"

"I understand wanting to grow and show off, but I wouldn't do it like you do."

"Honestly, think about it for the next two days and write a blackboard newspaper to encourage the competition. Follow the veterans' training appropriately. You can't get fat in one bite, and you can't build a building with one hammer."

"Don't take too big a step, or you might pull your balls."

After Cheng Dong finished speaking, he carried Stroller on his back and went to supervise the group of veterans again.

Instead, it was for Chen Mo, who was speechless for a moment.

The main reason is that I used to hear the company commander encouraging training every day, but this is the first time I heard him say the word "appropriate".

Even Liang Hongjie, who had been standing far away, came over in a daze and shook his head, saying, "Scholar, you are indeed too anxious."

"Just follow the training slowly, why do you have to compete with those veterans?"

"Is it that obvious?" Chen Mo was stunned.

"Isn't it obvious?" Liang Hongjie heard this and gestured excitedly with his hands: "Just now, you asked the company commander twice in a row about going on the court."

"You know what? The whole company was worried about you. Do you really think the commander of the reconnaissance company has a good temper?"

"I really don't know what you're up to. Every day, wherever you go, you want to turn yourself into a balloon that's blown up."

"You can't always be so tense. You need to relax appropriately, otherwise, sooner or later you will explode."

"Come on, I'll take you to visit the Hall of Honor." Liang Hongjie reached out and pulled Chen Mo up from the ground.

It’s been half an hour since the training ended, but I still feel tired. But at least I can walk now.

The two men left the martial arts field and passed by the parking lot. Yang Dali and his men were carrying coal blocks in baskets with shoulder poles.

Wow, three big trucks of coal, when they were unloaded onto the land, it looked like a small mountain.

Some people were responsible for shoveling with shovels, and two people were responsible for lifting. The veteran stood by to supervise, just like a supervisor.

But to be honest, this job is at least better than weeding, because weeding requires you to squat there all day long, which is boring and tedious, and is not as good as carrying coal.

At least I can move around.

Liang Hongjie pointed at the new recruits carrying coal and said, "See? You should actually join them, carrying coal and pulling weeds every day, and adapting to the new environment step by step."

"Who is like you? You just arrived and you're working with veterans. You're positive, but your positivity is too scary."

Listening to Liang Pai's serious preaching, Chen Mo smiled and said nothing.

He wants to follow the rules.

But the problem is, even if we put aside all his goals, this saying still holds true.

It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. Even if he was not very good in his previous life, he had to work his way up to the rank of deputy battalion major before he retired.

Now that he has returned to the military camp, he has a lot of trump cards in his hands and knows the future development direction of many troops.

But a private can't do anything, who wouldn't be anxious?
(End of this chapter)