Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 42: The Deadly Sentinel in the Morning, Difficulties and Obstacles

Too many complicated thoughts will inevitably affect sleep. Chen Mo lay in bed, digesting the responsibility in his mind.

Use this as motivation to try to create value for yourself.

Chen Mo agreed very much with what Lao Pao said on the training ground during the day. Recruit training is a cross-board, a platform for others to recognize oneself.

The 7th Armored Brigade is not a motorized infantry brigade. In the 1990s, when the idea of ​​mechanized legions dominated the era, the armored unit was considered a member of the "fist force."

The advantages of this type of unit are obvious, that is, they are valued by superiors, have many opportunities for internal examinations and promotions, are promoted faster in the early stages than other combat arms, have many subjects to study, have strong combat effectiveness, and receive more subsidies.

Of course, the disadvantages are more direct.

The training tasks are numerous and very tiring. They are more prone to injury than other branches of the military and the conditions are more difficult.

According to what Chen Mo learned, in the armored brigade, only armored troops and scouts could qualify as "fist units" and enjoy the allocation of resources.

Anti-aircraft soldiers count as well, but Chen Mo was just a soldier in the motorized infantry brigade in his previous life. The two in front can adapt quickly, but anti-aircraft soldiers need to master too many techniques.

It is not worthwhile to go far away instead of near.

So the direction he is aiming at is that in the future, when the company is connected, one of these two units must be chosen.

Otherwise, it is nonsense to plan to stand out all day long and think about growing as quickly as possible to stand in front of the old leader again.

If you train blindly without any plan, wouldn't that be a waste of your chance for rebirth?

Chen Mo kept making plans for himself in his mind, and before he knew it, it was already late at night.

I was feeling sleepy.

Chen Mo reached out and pulled the quilt, and was about to turn over to sleep when new trouble arose.

Maybe it’s because they folded the quilts during the day and were too tired from training and running exercises, the whole dormitory was filled with snoring, it was like a bullfrog farm.

It sounded like a cow mooing, choking on phlegm, lip chattering, and even death. What was even more hateful was the sound, which was like an electric drill drilling a wall.

The snoring sounds in the dormitory are like a bull with its buttocks stuffed with chili powder, holding a screaming wild boar and running wildly in the renovated house.

What kind of sleep is this?

Chen Mo had been trying to fall asleep for a long time, but was suddenly woken up again and again. He sighed helplessly.

Fortunately, he couldn't sleep at the moment and wanted to go to the bathroom, so he simply sat up, grabbed the cotton coat draped over the quilt and put it on, then stood up and walked towards the dormitory door.

"What?"

Before Chen Mo could reach out to open the door, a beam of flashlight shone directly at him.

"Squad leader, I'm going to the toilet." Chen Mo pointed in the direction of downstairs.

"I'll go too."

Lao Pao took a picture of Chen Mo's outfit, then he stood up and put on his cotton coat, his tone full of helplessness.

If I'm not mistaken, our squad leader is also tortured by the snoring.

There were old soldiers on duty at the entrances of the dormitory corridors, and the old guns followed them, and no one asked any questions at all.

Chen Mo came to the toilet on the first floor.

After emptying my memory while standing next to the urinal, I pulled up my pants and was about to leave and go upstairs.

Then I found Lao Pao squatting next to the dry toilet, smoking a cigarette comfortably in his hand.

"Want one?"

Seeing Chen Mo standing still, Lao Pao reached out and handed him the cigarette box and matches.

"Sergeant, I don't know how." Chen Mo shook his head and declined.

What he said was half true and half false. In his previous life, he had worked in the Motorized Infantry Brigade, but later he followed his old leader as a confidential secretary.

He gave up many bad habits, including smoking.

"Try it, it's okay." Lao Pao ignored Chen Mo's response and stuffed the cigarette box into Chen Mo's hand.

She looked up at him for a long moment before saying, "The string in you is too tight. You need to vent it properly."

"Don't be surprised. I felt it from the first moment I saw you."

Two streams of thick smoke blew out of Lao Pao's nostrils. After a long pause, he continued, "The new recruits at the Fucheng Armed Forces were gathering, and you deliberately assumed a straddling stance, trying to stand out from the crowd." "This morning, during the physical fitness test, the other classes didn't run, but you ran an extra eight laps by yourself. Then, in the afternoon, you practiced standing at attention. You were clearly exhausted, yet you still had to control yourself."

"It's good to want to improve, but you can't be too tense. If you plan to stay in the army for a long time, you must find ways to adjust yourself."

"Otherwise, sooner or later you won't be able to bear it anymore."

Listening to Lao Pao's slow advice, Chen Mo pursed his lips and sighed inwardly.

This veteran is truly worthy of being a veteran. If he were replaced by a squad leader with less experience, he would probably only be immersed in the joy of the good performance of the new recruits in his squad.

I won't think from another perspective at all.

"I know you're not just grandstanding, writing letters and trying to show off. I've heard of soldiers like you before."

When Lao Pao said this, he seemed to have thought of something worth being happy about. The usually serious man actually grinned out loud.

"Do you know who I'm talking about?"

Without waiting for Chen Mo's response, Lao Pao waved his hand and said with a smile: "You can't guess it even if you try."

"He's the political commissar of our 7th Armored Brigade. He joined the army in a similar way to you, but he's more direct than you."

"When our political commissar was seventeen, he wanted to join the army. Since his home was close to the barracks, he stole someone's uniform and ended up working in a logistics unit for three days before being caught."

"At the time, he just wanted to be a soldier, so he changed his clothes and went to the barracks. But he wasn't as smart as you and wrote letters or anything like that."

"Including letting you enlist, our company commander and I went to recruit the soldiers. It was the order of the political commissar. The political commissar said that you have some of his brute strength in you."

"Our political commissar joined the army in 1976, eight years before me. He was also my former instructor and a fellow townsman of our Second Company Captain Cheng."

After listening to Lao Pao's story, Chen Mo suddenly understood.

No wonder he was not assigned to the 82nd Brigade this time. It turned out that it was not because his rebirth had changed his direction, but because his enlistment file was directly transferred to the Hedong Armored Brigade.

"Think about it carefully. I can see you want to improve, but you have to be methodical. You can try hard, but you have to do it within your ability."

"Go back, the mobilization meeting is over. You'll have another chance to fight in the future."

Lao Pao smiled kindly, stood up, took the cigarette from Chen Mo's hand, and patted his shoulder.

Go upstairs to the dormitory.

Chen Mo didn't think about it too much. He just went downstairs to the bathroom and was delayed for ten or twenty minutes.

My legs were almost frozen when I got back.

Wrapped in the quilt, feeling the warmth of the bed, I began to feel sleepy, and the noisy snoring seemed to have subsided.

Chen Mo fell into a deep sleep on his side.

"Beep-beep-beep-beep."

Chen Mo felt that he had just laid down and closed his eyes when a desperate whistle sounded downstairs.

The way of blowing it in five long and five short patterns makes one's scalp tighten for no reason.

"Everyone get up, tie your belts, and wear hats. No cotton coats or cotton shoes are allowed."

“Get up, quick!!”

Lao Pao roared, and the entire Class 8 suddenly became a mess.

When Chen Mo's mind became clearer, he quickly got up and dressed.

One long and five short ones are usually used in the army for emergency gatherings, which require a backpack.

But there is another situation, that is, when the physical fitness week is fully launched, this whistle will be blown at any time.

Since Lao Pao has never taught me how to pack a backpack, it can only be the latter.

The training requirements in the 1990s are not comparable to the scientific training advocated in later generations.

Especially the physical fitness week, it is really full of difficulties and obstacles.

The real iron-blooded tempering is coming.

(End of this chapter)