Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 208 Planning Ahead: This is the Meaning of My Existence

Chapter 208 Planning Ahead: This is the Meaning of My Existence
The accident involving the transport truck startled the driver of the vehicle behind it, who nearly jumped up from his seat.

The next second, I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine.

When a vehicle overturns and rolls over, the front of the vehicle is severely deformed. How can the people inside possibly survive?
However, there was a stroke of luck amidst the misfortune.

It didn't take long.

The driver climbed out of the cab, dusted himself off, and acted as if nothing had happened.

The military medical team members who had been brought in for emergency rescue were completely dumbfounded. The two sides stared at each other, unable to utter a single word.

The person leading the rescue team was Liu Min, a graduate of Shicheng Military Medical College who came here for an internship.

I met Chen Mo during the mid-year assessment at the Army Academy.

"Quick, a stretcher!"

Liu Min was worried that the driver might have suffered internal injuries from the fall, so she insisted that the accompanying medics work together to lift the injured person to a flat area.

Take off your clothes for inspection.

As it turned out, the driver was indeed lucky; he had no wounds whatsoever, not even a scratch.

and this.

It was just a minor incident during the training camp.

During the break.

The various makeshift detachments gathered in small groups to rest, and discontent arose between the artillerymen, infantrymen, and armored soldiers over the order in which food was distributed.

The weather was already hot, making people easily irritable. Coupled with not having eaten lunch, each company harbored resentment, leading to several arguments breaking out in the rest area.

Fortunately, officers kept the situation under control, preventing a larger-scale conflict from breaking out.

These contradictions are situations that cannot be seen by viewing the reconnaissance helicopter projections on a large screen at the base.

The training camp was arranged too hastily.

Chen Mo's earlier suggestion that each unit should allow its members to get to know each other upon arrival at the base, rather than rushing into training, was not without merit.

The joint battalion was originally composed of elite companies drawn from various units within the military region. With inconsistent command and logistics, it would be strange if problems didn't arise from a hasty training exercise.

The original plan was to eliminate two uncooperative companies as a warning to others, but that didn't work out either.

Currently, from the perspective of the large screen at the base, the entire battalion does not appear to have major problems, but in reality...

Calling them a mob would be an understatement; they have absolutely no fighting ability. If they went to the battlefield, forget about winning; they'd be considered exceptionally gifted if they could even escape alive.

The underlying conflicts are still brewing.

It was past six o'clock in the evening at the end of July, and it was still bright outside.

Pei Shuaijun drove at high speed, following the routes used by each company, to the training ground.

As Director Luo's assistant, he was relatively familiar with the arrangements for this contingency plan. Even if he didn't attend the entire meeting, he should at least help the leader organize documents privately.

Therefore, Pei Shuaijun knew the location of the training ground, including each pre-set coordinate point.

"Scholar, where are we going?" When the car was halfway there, Pei Shuaijun turned his head to look at Chen Mo, who was sitting in the back seat, eating rice from an aluminum lunchbox.

"Wait a moment." Chen Mo, with green beans in his chopsticks, was busy stuffing them into his mouth. After swallowing almost all the rice in one gulp, he said, "I'll drive. You give me directions, and we'll check on the situation of each company along the way."

"Can you drive?"

"Come on, let Lao Wang drive. You've never been to the driver training team before, don't scare us all."

Pei Shuaijun shook his head vigorously, saying that other things were negotiable, but this was out of the question.

Fortunately, Chen Mo knew that there would be a lot of work to be done on this trip, so he temporarily called on Wang Jianyong from the reconnaissance company.

After reaching an agreement.

Wang Jianyong was driving, and Chen Mo switched to the passenger seat. He carefully observed the road conditions and silently memorized all the terrain he passed.

Pei Shuaijun sat in the back, eating while giving directions.

Along the way, several people, following the routes of each company's movement, saw a tractor pulling the 142 transport vehicle, whose front end was completely flattened.

We also saw that the various detachments were lax in discipline during their rest periods, with drones and reconnaissance aircraft from the military region occasionally flying overhead.

This is the base surveying the surrounding terrain.

It was almost 8 p.m. when the companies resumed operations.

The three of them circled the entire route once.

Only then did Pei Shuaijun, who had never offered any suggestions regarding this joint battalion, actually go to the training ground to observe it firsthand.

After wandering around for a while.

His brows furrowed tightly: "Scholar, I now understand why you didn't go to the statistics office."

"There are probably a lot of problems with the joint training. I've never led troops before, but I can tell that each company is being somewhat perfunctory, just trying to complete the task."

Regarding Lao Pei's statement.

Wang Jianyong nodded slightly, but he didn't offer any opinions. The scouts had sharp eyes and could naturally see that the companies in the combined battalion had little cohesion after being separated.

It can be said that any division-level unit, by drawing upon a portion of its artillery, infantry, mechanized infantry, and engineers, would be more combat-effective than the combined battalion at the base.

Chen Mo pursed his lips and remained silent.

It wasn't that he didn't want to go to the statistics department, but rather that this information technology experiment involved too many things.

There are many things he can't bring up openly and explicitly.

First of all, as a former confidential secretary, Chen Mo believed that his abilities far surpassed those of some staff members in the statistics department, which was why he was able to stay with his old leader for so long and do his job so well.

Their knowledge and abilities are certainly not lacking.

We still have that much confidence.

The statistics department doesn't actually need to go; it's just that Director Luo thinks he should go to learn, so he made this up.

Secondly, if Commander Wang of the 61st Division hadn't come, Chen Mo would definitely have gone to the statistics department to study as usual.

But when Commander Wang arrived, Chen Mo sensed something was amiss.

He had worked under his former boss before and knew very well the way people above him did things.

Wang Songhe, without going through the Army Academy or the 63rd Army headquarters, managed to sneak into the base without anyone noticing.

Even Chief of Staff Qin of the military region was unaware of it beforehand.

And the timing of their arrival coincided with the moment when the joint training troops had just left; Chen Mo didn't believe it was a coincidence.

Of course, it is entirely possible that the 61st Division will be assigned to the same combat zone as the combined battalion during the exercise.

They just came to take a look.

But this doesn't rule out another possibility.

That means the bigwigs at the top are eager to see how the information system performs in practice; their feelings are like a volcanic eruption.

A single transfer order from the Kyoto Military Region sent an obscure temporary unit to the Northwest battlefield.

Are those old men really that careless? Aren't they going to come and take a look?

After all, tactics represent the individual commander, while the system represents the entire army. Without system testing, this time it is still an information system composed entirely of its own equipment.

Can those old men upstairs really sleep if they don't come and take a look?
Think of this.

Chen Mo looked up through the car window at the dark night sky. Tonight seemed exceptionally dark, with no stars and no moon in sight, making him feel somewhat depressed.

He had a vague feeling.

After Wang Songhe arrived, he didn't say his purpose or ask anything. He immediately started looking at the logistics dispatch report. This guy was probably part of the advance team.

Tonight, barring any unforeseen circumstances, quite a few old men from the Jincheng Military Region and the Kyoto Military Region will likely be arriving.

This idea.

This wasn't just Chen Mo making wild guesses; back when he worked with his old boss, he had already confirmed that those in power loved to launch surprise attacks.

Especially when it comes to major events like exercises, someone might be in the office at noon and then appear at the training unit thousands of kilometers away by evening.

Chen Mo had guessed these things, which is why he kept bringing up the shortcomings of logistics in the meeting room, urging the entire statistics department and even the logistics department to make reforms.

There are two reasons for doing this.

First, the logistics company of the joint battalion should have been reorganized, but he didn't have the final say. However, if the logistics department of the military region were to be reorganized, the joint logistics mechanism would be proposed.

If the logistics department of the company is reorganized, it will be easier to accept. Chen Mo arranged for Liang Hongjie, one of his own people, to go there in advance so that it would be easier to reorganize later.

Having someone on your side makes things a little easier.

Of course, it was also to let Liang learn how to lead logistics. This unit, in the future, the formation of the information battalion, must be entrusted to a person with a reliable character so that we can feel at ease.

As for the second reason.

That's a bit too realistic.

Chen Mo did all this just to avoid going to the statistics department. He's already offended them so badly, how could he possibly go?

As a staff officer accompanying the commander, if I can't go to logistics, then I can only go to the front line.

If a group of big shots really come to the base tonight, then I'm the only one on the front line who understands information technology.

Chen Mo could take this opportunity to make a big splash. This idea sounds rather hypocritical.

But there's no way around it. If he just follows the established procedures, with his current qualifications, when will he ever be able to climb the ranks?
The ship of information technology is indeed large, but precisely because it is so large, its voyage will be slow; it doesn't have much time to wait patiently.

Chen Mo must seize any opportunity that comes his way.

So he took another gamble, betting that tonight would bring unexpected gains.

As for the task of reorganizing logistics that Director Luo instructed him to do before departure, he had more than just that in mind.

Instead, the entire joint battalion of 1106 people was reorganized from beginning to end.

The joint camp is not a place to seek stability, and if you want stability, there's no need to come here.

He watched Chen Mo sitting silently in the passenger seat.

Pei Shuaijun, who was in charge of giving directions, simply stopped asking questions and focused on giving directions.

Around 10 p.m.

The three finally arrived at the training ground approved by the military region, located in a remote mountain valley in Yizhou.

Come all the way.

The ground is crisscrossed with gullies, and in addition to the loess slopes that can be seen everywhere, there are also large areas of barracks left behind after the previous garrison troops left.

The surrounding area was practically deserted.

The military region must have made prior arrangements to easily accommodate thousands of people in this area. The area around the barracks was cleaned, patrolled, and staffed with guards.

However, when they saw the military vehicle approaching, no one stopped it or asked any questions.

At first, Chen Mo didn't recognize the place. But when he got out of the car, he saw a large rock by the roadside with the words "Huanglongwanggou" carved on it.

He suddenly remembered this place.

This so-called training ground is not actually under the jurisdiction of the military region. If I remember correctly, it is currently under the jurisdiction of the General Staff Department.

Don't underestimate this unassuming little mountain valley; it has a lot of stories to tell.

In 1991, in order to train college students graduating from scientific research majors, improve their military and political thinking, and solidify their mindset of dedicating themselves to national defense and making contributions, the General Staff specially repurposed the abandoned old barracks in Huanglongwangou.

A training brigade for college students of the General Staff was formed.

Since 1991, local college students recruited by the General Staff Department and the General Political Department have been sent here for training.

This policy continued until 02, when the first batch of national defense students began to serve in the military, at which point it came to an end.

Chen Mo had only known of this place before, that it was known as the Whampoa Military Academy in the mountains, but he had never been here before.

University student training usually runs from August 20th to mid-November, which is a period of downtime.

The fact that this training camp was arranged here suggests that the General Staff probably knew about it.

Otherwise, although these abandoned barracks occupy a large area and are suitable for use as a shooting range or training ground, they are still not part of the military region's territory.

Troops are not usually transferred here without a reason.

The vehicle stopped in front of a row of dormitory buildings.

Chen Mo and Wang Jianyong both brought bedding, but Pei Shuaijun, as an assistant, couldn't possibly stay here.

I need to be by Director Luo's side whenever needed, and he can help with work-related matters at any time.

Seeing that Lao Pei was about to follow him into the dormitory, Chen Mo turned his head and said, "Don't bother with the accommodation arrangements yet. Why don't you go back now?"

"What's wrong? It's the middle of the night. What could I possibly need to go back for?" Pei Shuaijun didn't understand what Chen Mo meant. He had never been to this area before and only knew the location.

People who are used to being in academies find the sudden arrival at a remote mountain camp quite novel.

"Something's definitely going to happen tonight, trust me." Chen Mo winked mysteriously.

He couldn't say what it was about.

But based on Wang Songhe's arrival and the training venue arranged for this session, Chen Mo was quite confident that a big shot would be coming over tonight.

I just don't know whether they go directly to the base or come to Huanglongwangou. Anyway, it doesn't matter where they go.

As long as I come, my work for today won't have been in vain.

Seeing how confident Chen Mo was, Pei Shuaijun stopped arguing. The training squad hadn't completed their mission yet, so they would definitely have to act overnight.

Even if the director and chief of staff are not on duty at the base, the training department and the staff department will not be idle.

There will always be something to do when I go back.

After saying hello, Pei Shuaijun got into his car and left.

After watching the person walk away, Chen Mo carried his bedding straight to the nearest dormitory on the first floor.

Wang Jianyong followed closely behind.

This place is only used for training for a few months each year, and it's an abandoned camp, so the conditions are naturally incomparable to those of a base.

Forget about air conditioning, even the fan won't turn on.

The room was stuffy and hot, and mosquitoes kept buzzing around.

Chen Mo was preoccupied with his own thoughts, so he didn't care about the external environment.

Lay the straw mat on the bed.

He immediately took out paper and pen from his bag, moved a small stool from the dormitory to the doorway, a slightly cooler place, and began to hand-draw a map of the terrain he had seen along the way.

He had been sitting in the passenger seat watching the whole time, just to remember these things.

After all, if someone from the Jincheng Military Region or the Kyoto Military Region really comes, they certainly won't be there to watch the joint training; they'll only want to see the combat effectiveness.

And then there was the battle.

Intelligence is the top priority. We memorized the surrounding terrain to prepare for the work ahead.

Chen Mo never misses an opportunity.

But his relentless, workaholic attitude left Wang Jianyong, who was standing nearby, stunned.

When Lao Wang arrived at the dormitory, after discovering that the fan wasn't working, he changed into shorts and a vest, and somehow managed to grab a palm-leaf fan, which he used to fan himself while smoking.

He looked exactly like an old man.

Seeing Chen Mo so focused, he asked in a daze, "Scholar, nobody's watching you, why are you still working so hard?"

"Aren't you going to take a break?"

"Squad leader, you should rest. I'm fine."

Chen Mo smiled and casually said, "Squad leader, do you believe it or not, we're going to have a tough battle to fight tomorrow?"

"It's definitely going to be tough. Just look at how those companies were behaving today. Training will be even more difficult in the future."

Wang Jianyong didn't understand Chen Mo's meaning. He just said to himself, "You don't need to work so hard. If we go to the Northwest battlefield, we'll just be a unit that gets wiped out easily."

"With their current combat strength, they probably can't even defeat an ordinary mechanized infantry regiment."

"Squad leader, you're wrong about that."

Chen Mo shook his head: "We formed an informationized battalion not to win, but to fight a war with a 100% chance of victory. Do you think that's meaningful?"

"Furthermore, even if we win, that's not our goal. Information technology is a system."

"The emergence of this system is not for easy wins, nor for comfort, nor for achieving a little success and preparing to live off it for the rest of your life."

"The Army Academy has been preparing for seven years, and this is the sixth experiment. They have never given up and have been constantly researching and striving for progress, all for the sake of forging ahead and overtaking the United States. This is the meaning of our existence."

Chen Mo was just saying it casually when he was drawing.

But when Wang Jianyong heard the same words, his smoking motions gradually slowed down.

After a while, he suddenly stood up with a "whoosh".

Throw away the cigarette butt and start warming up.

"What's wrong, class monitor?"

Chen Mo looked up, somewhat puzzled.

"I don't know what's wrong with me, but after listening to you, I just feel like I should do something."

"You go ahead and do your thing, I'm going to go for a run. That's the reason I exist, damn it."

Wang Jianyong let out two howls and, amidst the astonished gazes of the veterans on duty in the distance, quickly ran towards the training ground.

Chen Mo paused for a moment, then lowered his head and continued drawing.

This is ridiculous. Before anything even happened, one of them went crazy.

That's when.