Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 26 Nothing will happen, right?

"Old squad leader, then I'll go back first?" Guo Wenhao scratched his head and asked tentatively.

"Go."

Lao Pao waved without even turning his head, but his eyes inadvertently glanced at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo, who hadn't said anything at first, noticed the monitor's look and immediately understood. He was the first to applaud and said, "Thank you, Monitor Guo, for your patience in teaching us. You've worked hard."

When Class 8 was selecting soldiers, Zhou Yongjie didn't intend to pick the silent type, even if none of them understood the ways of the world as well as Chen Mo.

But he is quite smart.

Hearing Chen Mo speak, Yang Dali, Feng Junling and others shouted: "Thank you for your hard work, squad leader Guo."

"Oh, it's not hard, it's not hard. You new comrades have just arrived, so you must follow the squad leader and learn seriously."

Guo Wentong was so politely praised by a group of new recruits that his previous dissatisfaction almost disappeared on the spot.

Of course, Lao Pao did not praise Lao Guo.

As Lao Guo was a soldier he had trained, Lao Pao couldn't say "thank you" to him.

Seeing that Chen Mo could understand his meaning and give Lao Guo some emotional value, Zhou Yongjie nodded with satisfaction and turned to look outside. It was still early.

After letting Lao Guo leave, he bent down and picked up his old quilt, and then said: "As for folding the quilt, all the aspects that need to be paid attention to have been explained just now."

"Remember this: don't try to fold the quilt into tofu blocks until the cotton batting is firmly pressed."

"Otherwise, if there are too many creases, it will affect the subsequent shaping, and you will be the ones in trouble."

"Understand?"

"Yes, monitor."

Chen Mo took the lead and responded, rolling up his sleeves and getting ready to work.

Lao Pao was the same as before. Seeing the new recruits in the class start to get busy, he moved a bench and chose a corner where he could observe the entire dormitory and sit down.

Zhou Yongjie is different from other veteran squad leaders.

It seems as if he is fully confident that he can do anything and win.

For example, even if he was sitting still, he could see the performance of everyone in the class. If anyone did not do well, he would correct them every three to five minutes.

"Zhu Gaituan, do you know what it means to sharpen your knife before you can chop wood? Don't try to run before you've learned to walk. Is your quilt batting evenly spread? Just press it down."

"I just mentioned Zhu Gaituan, but not you, right? Yue Jinyuan, don't try to fold it yet. I just taught you to remember the steps, not to rush."

"It's inconvenient to press it with your hands. There are so many benches in the dormitory that you can not only sit on, but also use them."

When they first entered the military camp, all the new recruits only introduced themselves once and couldn’t even call each other’s names.

But the old man can accurately call out the names of each person. This memory alone is enough to make a group of recruits dare not have any other thoughts.

Time passed little by little.

The sun outside was gradually setting.

Making the quilt is a very boring, tedious and particularly torturous job.

The few people who were feeling curious just now had lost all their novelty as their arms became sore and their legs became numb from squatting.

All that’s left is to test my patience with the quilt to see who gets tired first or you get flattened first.

In the Class 8 dormitory, the depressing atmosphere made all the recruits lose motivation.

Singing began to be heard faintly throughout the dormitory building.

Listening carefully, the lyrics are not complicated, just repeating "one, two, three, four", but the sound is getting louder and louder.

At first, the singing could only be heard from a few places, but soon, it spread like wildfire, and the entire building was inspired to sing. Even the dormitory next door joined in the roar. Chen Mo's heart skipped a beat when he heard this military song.

In his previous life, he joined the army and was in the 82nd Motorized Infantry Brigade. Whenever the song "One, Two, Three, Four" came on, it meant it was time to work on his physical fitness.

At the command of the duty officer, everyone had to wear hats and belts and prepare for the armed five-kilometer cross-country test.

Even the instructor's words at the time were: No matter how much you talk or how well you speak, it's not as good as a five-kilometer cross-country run.

The sense of urgency brought by the song is truly engraved in our bones.

However, the other recruits in the class were quite curious. They stood up one by one, stopped rubbing their quilts, and came to the dormitory door, stretching their heads to look around.

Seeing that none of them had the heart to fold their quilts, Lao Pao simply pointed at the quilts on the ground and said, "Okay, if you don't want to fold them, just pick up the quilts on the ground and put them on your beds."

"The song you are listening to now is another tradition of our army. You can think of it as a pre-meal song."

"That is, before every meal, they would sing songs at the cafeteria entrance. The class that sang softly and with low momentum would go hungry."

"Chen Mo."

"arrive."

"Go to the class next door and learn to sing for a while, then come back and teach them."

As Lao Pao spoke, he took out a notebook and pen from his pocket and handed them over: "If you find the lyrics difficult to remember, just write them down."

"Go."

"Yes."

Chen Mo didn't have time to lament how lazy Lao Paozi was. After all, this was not the first time Lao Pao had done something like borrowing chickens to lay eggs.

He took the notebook and pen, and under the envious gaze of the recruits, he raised his leg and prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, Chen Mo had not yet left the dormitory.

Someone walked in from outside, glanced at Chen Mo without saying a word, then quickly walked up to Lao Pao and whispered a few words in a low voice.

"Now? Isn't it a bit early? It's only the first day for the new recruits."

The old man frowned and looked at the person who came.

"I don't know either. The company commander called us to a meeting. I don't know if it was to announce the training program."

"Okay, I see."

Zhou Yongjie stood up and glanced at the new recruits in Class 8, and said, "You should continue to study."

"Chen Mo will come back and teach seriously. Everyone must cooperate. I will conduct a spot check before dinner. Whoever sings poorly will have to skip dinner."

After giving the instructions, Lao Pao left the dormitory without looking back.

When Chen Mo followed him out of the dormitory, he clearly saw veterans from each class coming down the stairs and walking towards the company headquarters.

"Something must have happened."

Chen Mo thought to himself that he had heard what Lao Pao had just said.

Normally, the company would not announce any training program on the first day of a recruit's arrival. Even if they bought a litter of piglets from their hometown, they would first observe the situation.

See what species it is.

The new recruits have just arrived in the camp, and the veterans haven’t figured out their specific situations yet, so they generally won’t be so anxious to show their fangs.

But this has little to do with him. Those who went to the meeting were all squad leaders. There were more than one veteran in other squads, and there were also deputy squad leaders.

It doesn’t delay learning songs.

(End of this chapter)