Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 20 The squad leader said to assemble, didn’t you hear him?

At first, Chen Mo thought that Lao Pao set the rules first and then organized the team in order to take them downstairs to eat.

After all, they are new recruits entering the camp, no matter how tough the subsequent training will be.

But in the first two days, the veterans in the army were basically able to achieve the qualities of an "instructor" per capita.

Even if I can't say that he's always following you around and asking about your well-being, I won't grimace or have a sullen face.

What if you scare the new recruits?

There has to be a process of adaptation for people.

New recruits have to eat first when they enter the camp. Firstly, it is a tradition, and secondly, it is to create a sense of "home" for the new recruits.

It gives people a sense of belonging.

But what surprised Chen Mo was that Lao Paozi did not take them to the cafeteria. Instead, after coming down from the dormitory building, he led them directly to a one-story bungalow.

On both sides of the entrance to the bungalow, there are two red-painted wooden pillars, which add a touch of solemnity to the place compared to the simple dormitory building.

When Chen Mo walked in, he saw rows of khaki tables and chairs, with a big-butt-style Changhong color TV at the front.

On both sides of the wall hung slightly old red banners with gold letters on a red background that read "Recruit elite soldiers to win the war" and "Seriously implement the Military Service Law and actively fulfill military service obligations."

Only then did Chen Mo realize that Lao Pao had taken them to the company's auditorium.

At this time, the tables and the floor in the auditorium were filled with military uniforms stacked according to size.

"Hey, Platoon Leader Zhou is here pretty early."

As the people from Class 8 lined up to enter the auditorium, an old soldier on duty came up to them with a registration book in his hand and a smile on his face.

"Pick out some suitable clothes for my soldiers. I won't be leading the team over to the third platoon later. Let those squad leaders handle it themselves."

Zhou Yongjie nodded and responded casually.

In addition to being the squad leader of the eighth squad of the second company of recruits, Lao Pao also serves as the third platoon leader.

But for an old hand like him, he wouldn't care too much even if he was just the nominal platoon leader.

He would not take the initiative to introduce anything in front of the soldiers he led.

If it weren't for the fact that the 7th Tank Division had just reduced its armored brigade and too many cadres from the brigade's battalions had been transferred away, and Chen Mo's incident, he would never have been assigned to lead the new recruits.

"Okay, then you pick one and I'll register it for you."

The veteran on duty was quite easy to talk to. He stared at Chen Mo and the others for a few seconds, and it was hard to tell whether the look in his eyes was one of envy or some other incomprehensible meaning.

This look was just caught by Chen Mo.

He could understand some of it, after all, he was a veteran. Old guns like Zhou Yongjie were very popular in the army.

It's not just because of the long service time, but also because in the 1990s, conscripts were converted to volunteer soldiers, especially professional sergeants like these, which not everyone can do.

If you don't have the skills, even thinking about it is a luxury.

What's more, there are people like Lao Pao who are second-class professional sergeants who can stay steadily on the front line.

The entire brigade may not be able to find three.

Since the cancellation of volunteer soldiers in 1994, such a big treasure has become really rare in the army.

Zhou Yongjie ignored the new recruit behind him and his surprise when he heard that he was the platoon leader. He walked to a pile of new military uniforms and glanced at them casually.

He turned his head to look at Chen Mo again, grabbed a military coat, leather gloves, and the same Type 87 military uniform issued by the People's Armed Forces Department and threw it over to him.

"Change here after receiving your uniforms. Except for Chen Mo, everyone else should change into what they are wearing. A soldier should act like a soldier. Do you look like a soldier?"

Looking at the clothes flying towards him, Chen Mo quickly reached out and grabbed them.

The armed forces usually distribute clothes in one size fits all. In addition, there is not much stock of local military uniforms, so the selection is very limited. So if someone is too tall or too short, the uniform may not fit.

You can only send it to the army.

However, not all units will distribute them during recruit training. If they don’t, you will have to rely on yourself to visit the clothes drying yard and conduct friendly coordination.

When Chen Mo picked up the military coat and compared it with his body, Lao Pao moved as fast as a circus.

"Feng Junling, Wei Jiahao, Yang Dali" As the names were read out one after another, Chen Mo felt that all that was flying in front of his eyes were clothes.

The veteran's eyes were quite sharp. He would basically look at the recruit's physique and pick out clothes with the right size, which would definitely not be wrong.

There was also a military mirror at the entrance of the auditorium. Chen Mo put on his military coat and felt the warmth instantly enveloping his whole body.

That warm feeling is so comfortable.

As he was standing in front of the military mirror and admiring himself, he heard the old man's scolding from behind him.

"What are you all standing there for? Can't you change your clothes?"

"You will have two minutes to change your clothes, and three minutes to return all other issued uniforms to the dormitory."

"Gather at the entrance of dormitory building 2 in five minutes. Hurry! Hurry!"

Lao Pao was not as strict as other veteran squad leaders, and he did not glare at the new recruits at every turn.

But he had that obvious sophistication and the calmness that only a veteran could have, as if everything was under control.

This feeling is more intimidating to new recruits entering the military camp than a squad leader who can only glare and glare.

When Chen Mo heard about the time limit, he knew that the veterans were starting to instill obedience training in the new recruits.

He didn't care about showing off in his military coat. His original camouflage uniform fit him well anyway. He quickly took off his military coat, not caring about the summer or winter clothes piled in front of him. He picked them up to make sure nothing was left behind, and then ran away.

Originally, several other recruits in the auditorium were still concentrating on studying their new clothes.

Oh my god, I saw the companion who came with me suddenly ran away.

The remaining six recruits were visibly panicked. Yang Dali even let out a roar and imitated Chen Mo's actions, picking up his clothes and rushing forward.

"Fuck, what's going on?"

Feng Junling, who looks like a stick, had just been criticized by Lao Pao for wearing his pants like underpants. He had just received the clothes and was changing his pants. He put one leg in and saw two people running away.

He was stunned for a moment, cursing, while putting on the remaining leg and chasing after him.

Even Lao Pao didn't expect Chen Mo's reaction speed to be so fast. He looked at the new recruits he brought, all following behind Chen Mo, running faster than the other.

Although the back view looks a bit disheveled, it is not aesthetically pleasing at all.

But a smile appeared on Lao Pao's lips. He shook his head slightly and walked towards the entrance of the second building.

It doesn’t matter if these new recruits don’t understand the military rules. They will be taught slowly and adapt slowly, and one day they will become veterans.

Zhou Yongjie was not worried at all about troublemakers in the class, nor was he worried about these brats making trouble. You can make noise, jump around, and do whatever you want.

As long as he doesn't meet the type who is silent and can't even make a sound, Zhou Yongjie is 100% sure that he can make all the students in Class 8 the best.

Otherwise, why would he choose such unruly types as soldiers?

Over here in the dormitory.

Chen Mo held the clothes and stuffed them into his locker without bothering to fold them. Then Yang Dali came in breathlessly, holding onto the door frame.

"You, why are you running?"

Yang Dali was breathing hard, but he still stared at Chen Mo.

"Just now the squad leader said we only have five minutes to assemble downstairs. Didn't you hear that?"

Chen Mo smiled and straightened his military uniform which was messy from running, and was about to go out.

Behind him, the skinny Feng Junling rushed to the dormitory with his clothes in one hand and his pants in the other.

"Fuck, what were you two running for?"

Hearing the question, this time Chen Mo didn't need to respond. Yang Dali, who was originally out of breath, straightened his back instantly.

He turned around and glanced at Ma Gan and said, "The squad leader just said that we should go downstairs and gather in five minutes."

"Didn't you hear that?"

(End of this chapter)