Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 38 Can you still play like this?
A quilt with a score of 60 is still far from the qualified housekeeping standard.

Still lacks some polishing of details.

But that's much better than stacking it up like a tomb, a tank, or even a pagoda, right?
Chen Mo led the team, followed by six new recruits, each carrying a quilt of the same standard as they entered the dormitory building.

When passing through a crowd.

The veteran squad leaders who were supervising their squads nearby almost popped their eyes out.

If other classes perform well, it would be more painful than stabbing their flesh.

Especially when he found that his own recruits were not folding the paper properly and were looking up.

Finally I found a reason to vent.

"What the hell are you looking at? Aren't you ashamed? Look at Class 8, then look at you guys. Damn, you're a bunch of pigs. You're so pissed off."

"You son of a bitch, are you still looking? If you could be like the scholar, I could live several more years. Don't tell anyone that I'm your squad leader when you go out. I'd be embarrassed. Hurry up and fold it."

"Lv Jun, why are you lying on the ground, trying to lift the blanket? What are you doing? You're always sticking your butt out trying to be a good soldier. What kind of soldier are you?"

Amidst the waves of angry curses, Yang Dali, Feng Junling and others felt for the first time that something called "collective sense of honor" was growing in their hearts.

Even Li Zhiang felt a sense of pride.

He walked at the end of the queue, looking at Chen Mo who was at the front from time to time.

A trace of guilt and inexplicable gratitude surged in my heart at the same time.

There is no doubt that the cohesion of Class 8 is gradually forming, but they are not aware of the changes in themselves so quickly yet.

But it's okay.

The rich training and busy life in the military camp will soon subtly change everyone.

In the dormitory of Class 8.

Veteran Zhou Yongjie was sitting at the table, reading a red-covered "Barefoot Doctor Manual" with great interest, when he heard the angry cursing downstairs.

He stood up puzzled and stuffed the book into the metal cabinet. When he came to the corridor, he ran into Chen Mo and others who had returned.

Looking at the new recruits in my class, I found that they folded their quilts very neatly, and the standards were basically the same.

A hint of surprise flashed across Lao Pao's eyes. He did notice that Chen Mo was a fast learner and could fold the quilts very well. He sent the class downstairs with the intention of letting Chen Mo teach.

But he didn't expect that in just a few hours, Chen Mo had actually gotten the job done.

Lao Pao suppressed his surprise, checked the quilt in Chen Mo's hand, and then walked to the back to touch the quilts of other recruits.

Make sure it is not wet and there are no hard objects stuffed inside to make it look smaller.

Lao Pao nodded and said, "It looks a bit better now."

"From now on, we'll follow this standard before morning drills. But if you still can't make tofu cubes after a few days, it won't be as simple as going downstairs to make them."

"You'll have three minutes to rest. In three minutes, everyone, wear hats and belts and gather downstairs."

After Lao Pao finished speaking, he ignored everyone and walked downstairs on his own.

three minutes.
Hearing that they were going to gather again, Chen Mo didn't even bother to rub his fingers that couldn't be straightened because he was fixing the quilt.

He ran back to the dormitory quickly, put the quilt on the bed, and picked up the camouflage hat to replace the leather hat.

Then he loosened the belt around his waist, smoothed out the wrinkles on his military uniform, buckled the belt again, turned around and ran out.

"Oh my god, I'm dying!" Zhu Gaituan followed Chen Mo, hurriedly tying his belt and putting on his hat, muttering, "Why are we gathering again?"

"Can't you just be quiet for a while?"

"Don't dream of good things. It's good enough if we can avoid any hard work." Chen Mo responded quickly.

He ran to where Lao Pao was standing downstairs and stopped: "Report!!"

Beside Chen Mo, the other recruits in Class 8 learned to tidy up their uniforms, and then shouted "report" after they were done.

Chen Mo was in such a hurry to come down just now that he didn't notice that Lao Pao was quite good at choosing a place. The place where they gathered happened to be in the center of where other classes were folding their quilts.

In his hand, he also held the SS4 military Soul-Snatching Watch, also known as a timer.

Seeing this timer, Chen Mo couldn't help but be speechless.

In the late 1990s, most of the veterans in the army led new recruits, and they recorded time based on their feelings. If he was in a good mood, you passed, but if he was in a bad mood, no matter how fast you ran, it would be considered overtime.

Only the company is equipped with a few old-style military green timers, which will be used during competitions.

SS4 military version. If Chen Mo remembered correctly, only the regimental commander in the army was eligible to be issued with it.

The reason why Chen Mo knew it so clearly was because he had one in his previous life, which was given to him by the military academy leaders when he was promoted and graduated.

Lao Pao could do it. Chen Mo guessed that since he was in the 7th Armored Brigade, his connections should be good. Otherwise, he wouldn't even be able to get through with this thing, let alone a veteran. Lao Pao didn't notice the surprise in Chen Mo's eyes. He looked down at the timer and nodded: "Not bad, faster than I expected."

"Form a column all the way to the training ground. Start formation training this afternoon."

"Set off!!"

Under the envious gazes of the surrounding classes, Chen Mo led the team and followed the squad leader's footsteps towards the training ground.

Most of the new recruits have no idea what drill training means. Although military training became popular in high schools and universities in the 1990s, more people dropped out of school before even taking the high school entrance exam.

The unknown naturally brings excitement.

They were all grinning, as if they had won the lottery, and were almost jumping for breath.

But Chen Mo couldn't be happy.

Compared to practicing queues, he actually prefers to run laps or even fold quilts.

Because queues are indeed simple, but it is also complicated. After all, it is a standard that runs through the entire military career.

When practicing queues, it is not uncommon for any punishment to be imposed if a mistake is made.

The training ground is very close to the dormitory building, just across the road.

It was dark when they were doing drills in the morning, so they didn't take a close look at the training ground. Now, only people from their class came here.

Without the buildings and trees to block the strong wind, the entire training ground was filled with nothing but hard ground and the ubiquitous cold wind.

It's a completely barren land with nothing else.

The recruits who were just excited suddenly lost most of their interest.

But Lao Pao doesn't care about that.

He pointed to where they were standing and shouted, "Gather."

"Remember this location. When you're notified to assemble at the training ground, this is the drill area for the eighth squad of the third platoon of the second company."

"There's an old saying in the military: when you enter, look at the housekeeping; when you leave, look at the formation."

"If you want to know the overall military quality of a squad, you can judge it from these two points."

"You make your beds, clean, and tidy up the dormitory—all of these are called housekeeping. Now I'm going to teach you how to march."

"Come on, everyone, stand at attention!"

The command was given.

Chen Mo had just stood up when he looked up and found that Lao Pao was doing something like a magic trick.

At some point, he suddenly had a thirty-centimeter-long housekeeping board in his hand.

This is the hardwood piece that Lao Pao had asked for from Squad Leader Guo before. In the army, this thing is only used to help fold quilts.

Taking it out right when we were about to practice marching is not a good sign.

Chen Mo's idea was soon confirmed.

After Lao Pao ordered everyone to stand at attention, he circled around Chen Mo with a piece of hardwood in his hand.

He kept talking: "Standard military posture is the first impression of a soldier's professional quality. Standing at attention is the first step in becoming a soldier."

Perhaps he didn't find an excuse to attack Chen Mo, so Lao Pao turned around and targeted Yang Dali again.

"Stand up straight, snap!"

"Put your feet together, snap!"

"Put your heels together, snap! Put your fingers against the seam of your pants, snap!"

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After Lao Pao corrected him, he would tap it with the hardwood piece in his hand.

My goodness, Chen Mo, who was standing nearby and didn't dare to turn his head, could notice that Yang Dali's standing posture changed from being loose at first to being sloppy after being hit more than ten times.

He transformed from a local youth into a furious King Kong.

He stood very straight, his eyes were like torches, staring angrily at the front. Although he couldn't turn his head to look, one could guess that Yang Dali's face must be flushed at this moment.

The determination in his eyes was probably much stronger than when he took the oath to join the Young Pioneers as a child.

Can you have fun standing at attention like this?

Chen Mo blinked, and he could only mourn for Dali in silence.

(End of this chapter)