Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 32 Training officially begins!
Yang Dali stared at Chen Mo in a daze. After a long while, he seemed to come to his senses suddenly and flipped through the little red book in his hand over and over again.

He really couldn't imagine how Chen Mo could memorize such a difficult thing after reading it once?
This ability, with his knowledge, was beyond his comprehension.

It can only be attributed to the fact that Chen Mo is a genius who has a photographic memory.

"Get up, get up, it's my turn."

Feng Junling waited for Chen Mo to finish reciting, but he still couldn't figure out what content he was reciting.

Seeing that Yang Dali had no intention of asking questions, he picked up the bench under his butt, moved in front of Chen Mo, and held up the Little Red Book.

He said righteously, "I'll give you the whole difficult one, Article 51 of the Internal Affairs Regulations. Soldiers usually refer to their positions. You can memorize the rest."

This is not as good as the one just now. Chen Mo smiled and responded: "Or surname plus position, or position plus comrade."

"Leaders and superiors address their subordinates, as well as peers, by name or by name plus comrade."

By the time he answered this time, the other recruits in the class had recovered from their shock and moved collectively to Chen Mo to supervise him.

Everyone looked at him in surprise.

But strangely, Chen Mo's voice was quite loud at the beginning, and he was full of confidence when reciting, but he became slower and slower as he recited later.

At the end, he stood up, glanced at his comrades around him, and said in a low voice: "Stand up."

"No, no, there is no such part." Feng Junling waved his hand to correct. When he wanted to continue commenting, he was surprised to find that several people around him all stood up.

Since Chen Mo's bed was on the inside, everyone else was surrounding him with their backs to the dormitory door and couldn't see the corridor outside.

At this time, squad leader Zhou Yongjie and the instructor of the second company of recruits, Huo Linshan, had already walked to the door.

The instructor was wearing a training coat, which made him look a little bloated, but he had a smile on his face and remained friendly as he walked into the dormitory first.

Lao Pao walked to the corner, led the squatting Li Zhiang behind him, and then followed him in.

Seeing everyone in Class 8 gathered inside, holding the Little Red Book in their hands, Huo Linshan's smile remained unchanged: "The new comrades are quite enthusiastic."

"This is highly commendable and a spirit that other classes need to learn from."

After all, he is the instructor. He came into the dormitory and just said a few words, and the new recruits of Class 8 were praised so much that they puffed out their chests.

After praising, Huo Linshan turned around and observed the environment of the dormitory. He didn't care whether the quilts on the floor affected the appearance. He just nodded, looking very satisfied. He had never seen such a neat attitude anywhere else.

Chen Mo knew the instructor's intention. If he guessed correctly, he would go around all the classes tonight and give a sedative to the new recruits who were about to start training.

Walk to the inside of the dormitory.

Huo Linshan noticed that several new recruits were surrounding Chen Mo. He looked at Chen Mo and said with a smile: "I know you. Many comrades in the company call you Xiucai."

"I've also read your letter. After coming to our army, do you feel that it is different from what you imagined?"

"Report to the instructor." Chen Mo straightened his body. "It's better than I imagined."

"Our squad leader is very responsible and patient, and my classmates are also very nice. I like it here very much."

"We all believe that under the leadership of Squad Leader Zhou, Class 8 will definitely become the top class in the entire company."

When Chen Mo said these words, Lao Pao's face, which had been calm all day, was obviously moved, and even his body straightened up a lot.

After all, no matter how old a soldier is, he can stand being praised, especially when he is praised by the new recruits he leads. The feeling is even more different.

"Very well said. Comrade Xiucai is quite ambitious."

Huo Linshan raised his hand and patted Chen Mo's shoulder, then turned his head to look at Lao Pao and said, "Squad Leader Zhou, don't let the new comrade stay up too late. Put away the quilts on the ground. It's cold at night, don't let them freeze."

"Well, I'm glad to see you're all doing well. Go to bed early."

After a brief explanation, Huo Linshan smiled at all the recruits and waved before leaving.

This truly ingrained the kindness of political cadres into the recruits' minds.

Watch the instructor walk away.

Lao Pao turned and looked at Li Zhiang, staring at him for a long while before asking, "Where is your bed?"

"Report, then." When Li Zhiang faced Lao Pao, he lost his previous rebellious attitude and pointed at Chen Mo's upper bunk honestly. "Go, move your bed to the bunk above me. Who's sleeping on the bunk above me? Switch places with him."

The veterans didn't really care about things, and the new recruits had to choose their own beds. They were told they would have to move.

Zhu Gaituan ran over quickly, picked up his bedding and placed it on Chen Mo's upper bunk.

All the new recruits in the class thought that the squad leader wanted to punish Li Zhiang for telling tales.

Only Chen Mo understood clearly that Lao Pao was afraid that Li Zhiang would be punished today and would run away again because of his bad mood.

Sleep on the upper bunk so it’s easier to watch.

After the beds were changed, Lao Pao put his hands on his hips and said coldly, "This is your first day here. I'll take you to wash up later."

"Go to bed early tonight and have a good sleep."

"Starting tomorrow, the company will conduct some simple surveys, including singing songs before meals, roll call at 9 pm, and watching the news broadcast. Everything will be in place."

"There aren't that many rules today. I just want to remind you that, apart from sleeping at night and taking a nap, I don't want to see anyone sitting or lying on the bed."

"Okay, everyone put away your quilts, take your washbasins and toiletries, and come out."

After that, Lao Pao did not arrange anything else.

Wash up, call the roll, turn on the lights.

Chen Mo also lay down on the bed as usual. He was really tired after taking the train and taking the bus all day and running around.

One advantage of being young is that they have good sleep quality and can fall asleep immediately even if they move to a new place.

The concept of "rolling" did not exist in that era, and new recruits were generally not required to get up and fold their blankets too early when they first arrived at the camp.

The reason is that you need to sleep according to the schedule so that you can stay in a sufficiently energetic state during the day.

In this fiery era, the barracks is a melting pot that can transform bad people into good people.

The barracks is also a university that many people yearn for, where special materials can be used to fulfill a person's special dreams.

Maybe it's not just Chen Mo, almost everyone who chooses to step into the barracks has a sacred ideal.

On the night of December 12th.

A strong wind suddenly blew into the dormitory building, and the window frames were clanging.

Chen Mo was awakened by the noise. He stuck his head out of the quilt and vaguely saw a figure at the door putting on clothes.

"Who?"

Chen Mo asked in a low voice.

In response, he was hit by a beam of flashlight shining towards him, followed by Lao Pao's voice.

"Get up when you wake up."

"Everyone else, get up and put on your cotton coats, fur hats, and gloves."

"Get ready for drill."

At this time, it was still dark outside and it was pitch black so that you couldn't see your hand in front of you.

The howling wind made it even more difficult to get up.

The new recruits who were woken up looked out the window with sleepy eyes, and huddled in their quilts, unwilling to move.

But Chen Mo immediately lifted the quilt, trotted to the metal cabinet, opened the door and put on his clothes.

Mainly, there's no point in procrastinating.

When the veteran can talk about drill, it means that the leisurely time when he first entered the barracks is a thing of the past.

The transformation of these recruits has officially begun.

(End of this chapter)