Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 45: A life-threatening rhythm
The psychological counseling class did not take place, but instead the new recruits had to teach themselves a lesson.

Cheng Dong pondered for a long time. He wanted to use some elegant words and give some compliments.

Show the literary talent of the company commander.

But after thinking for a long time, the words were on the tip of his tongue. He looked up and saw this new recruit staring at him.

Captain Cheng instantly died down, not wanting to say anything more. He waved his hand impatiently: "Alright, I've got a general idea of ​​your situation. Go back to class."

"It's good to be ambitious, but you also need to balance work and rest."

"Listen to your platoon leader Zhou and practice hard. Veterans don't take on new recruits easily, so you should learn more."

"Yes, Captain."

Looking at Chen Mo's back as he walked away, a feeling of absurdity and weirdness rose in Cheng Dong's heart.

As far as I can remember, it seemed like this was the first time he told the new recruits to "combine work and rest", which was such an unbelievably polite thing to say.

Glancing at Huo Linshan next to him, Cheng Dong noticed that the fat guy was standing there with a smile on his face. He immediately shifted his focus and snorted unhappily, "What are you laughing at?"

"Why didn't you say anything just now?"

"What do you want me to say?" Huo Linshan asked back.

"I've said it before, Xiucai is a good candidate, it's you who are prejudiced and look down on him."

"Are you being honest now?"

After saying that, Lao Huo put his hands behind his back and left leisurely.

He didn't even look at Captain Cheng who was standing behind him with a constipated look on his face.

After the recruits officially started training, the overall intensity was indeed increased a lot.

When Chen Mo was searching for Squad 8 at the side of the runway, the entire company had already entered the second round of training.

Some of the new recruits had just had their ligaments opened, so when they ran, they looked like Pan Zi riding a pig. They couldn't straighten their legs, and they were completely turned outward, howling as they ran.

In each class, new recruits who could not hold on could be seen everywhere, being kicked around by the veterans.

That look is really miserable.

Chen Mo stared at it for a while, and he no longer insisted on looking for Class 8.

Stretch your legs, take a few deep breaths, and then run along the track on your own.

This is how it is in the military camp. You must always be alert and not be lazy, otherwise even if the squad leader doesn't clean up, you will soon fall behind.

In the military camps in the late 1990s, there was very little internal competition, and there were even fewer people like the King of Competition and the Emperor of Hard Work.

But don't get me wrong, the absence of this thing doesn't mean that the army doesn't understand it.

In the final analysis, the training intensity is too high. Even if the King of Curls himself comes, he will have to leave in tears.

Chen Mo didn't know how long he had been running. Anyway, he felt weak all over and dizzy.

The company duty officer finally blew the whistle to end the drill.

A "beep" whistle.

It was like the sound of nature, pouring into countless tired bodies and echoing throughout the entire training ground.

Wait for Chen Mo to return to the gathering place of Class 8.

Even though he was mentally prepared, he was still confused by the strange scene before him.

Yang Dali, Feng Junling, and Zhu Gaituan were lying on the ground in the shape of a "Tai" character.

His eyes were dull and his gaze was unfocused.

Li Zhiang curled up his legs, tilted his head and rested it on his knees, looking very weak.

The old soldier was fine, he just stood aside, holding his hat in his hand, and let the group of new recruits lie there.

Seeing Chen Mo coming, Lao Pao put on his military cap again, straightened his wrinkled uniform, and shouted: "Assemble."

After hearing the command, the people lying on the ground finally came to their senses, got up, and stood with their feet facing outwards or inwards, forming a strange row.

"Tired?"

Lao Pao walked to the front of the queue with a stern face, and his pair of dark eyes swept across everyone's faces.

"Report, I'm tired. Not only tired, but my butt is also in pain, it hurts so much."

No one else said anything, only Yang Dali responded by crying and wailing.

Lao Pao didn't seem to expect anyone to answer. He was obviously stunned for a moment, and then his originally tense face suddenly showed a smile: "Where are the others?" "Is it only Yang Dali who is tired?"

"Report, I, I'm tired too. My neck and legs hurt." Feng Junling muttered softly.

"Who else?"

"Report, I feel tired too."

Several new recruits in Class 8 couldn't resist the temptation of the old man's words, and they all complained about their feelings like a floodgate opened.

Only Chen Mo looked at his nose through his mouth, and his heart through his nose, and stood there seriously, his mouth closed tighter than ever.

Are you kidding? Is there any benefit in complaining about being tired in front of the veteran squad leader, other than making him more excited?
As it turns out, there really isn't.

After listening to the complaints of several people, Lao Pao suddenly stopped smiling, kicked each of those who had just shouted tired, then stood up and said sternly: "Get up."

"Are you still tired?"

Although the kick was not heavy, it was still unbearable for the recruit who had overdrawn his strength.

Several of them staggered and almost fell, but Chen Mo was quick to grab them and steady themselves.

Now, everyone is obedient.

"What? You're not tired anymore?"

The old man stepped back a few steps, his hands on his hips as he shouted, "I'm telling you, from the moment I put on this uniform, I have no right to complain about being tired."

"What's wrong with running a few steps? If you can't even run, you don't even have the qualifications to go to the battlefield."

"Do you know who the new recruits are competing against? That's the Motorized Infantry Brigade, formerly the 28nd Type A Infantry Division of the 82th Army. They can't even handle this level of training. Take off your uniforms, pack up, and get out!"

"If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for joining the Army. If you joined the Navy, you wouldn't have to make blankets or run so hard."

"If you join the Air Force, you'll be a big shot and won't have to work so hard."

"But now that you've put on this green uniform, you must shoulder the responsibilities of an Army soldier. If you complain of being tired after such a small amount of training, who can count on you?"

"As a soldier, the most important thing is to be able to endure hardship. The enemy on the battlefield will not stop and wait for you just because you can't run, nor will they stop shooting just because you can't run fast."

"Finally, I advise you to quickly adapt to military life and try to like it here as quickly as possible."

"Otherwise, you will suffer immensely from now on."

Listening to Lao Pao's lecture, Chen Mo felt a little sympathetic to his comrades in the class.

But he also had to admit that there were indeed a few beast-like recruits in the 82nd Motorized Infantry Brigade this year.

The 82th Armored Brigade and the nd Motorized Infantry Brigade compete to see who is more powerful.

There is no doubt that the 7th Brigade will win. They have tanks, artillery, armored vehicles and other things.
The motorized infantry units are no match at all. The most impressive thing they have are probably a few trucks and the Type 82 mortars that would make even the dogs shake their heads.

But if you compete with others, you have to compete in physical fitness.

As of now, the recruits are far behind in terms of training intensity and performance in all aspects.

Chen Mo remembered it very clearly. In his previous life, when he was in the 82nd Brigade, the standard for the physical fitness of new recruits was not a certain number of kilometers.

Instead, each class is trained until they urinate blood, and the standard is to get up every day to draw maps.

It's really powerful.

But Chen Mo had nothing to worry about. As the saying goes, a training ground can produce a hundred kinds of people.

We’ll see who is the hero and who is the brave one on the field.

After morning exercises.

Lao Pao did not let the new recruits of Class 8 go back to the dormitory. Instead, he was very humane and let everyone rest until dinner time before taking them to the cafeteria.

At first, Chen Mo was a little surprised. Before the formal training began, there was at least an aperitif song and rules for folding military blankets.

How come after the training started, no one mentioned it anymore?

It was not until he sat down at the dinner table that Chen Mo heard about the regulations of the 7th Armored Brigade.

That is the first week for new recruits to enter the camp, which is uniformly divided into physical fitness week.

All subjects not related to physical fitness should be put on hold for the time being.

This is definitely a life-threatening pace.

(End of this chapter)