Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 55: We Can’t Take the Blame
During the physical training week, the new recruits in the company were talking about resting even in their dreams, and their calves were shaking when they heard the emergency assembly whistle.

But who could have thought that Lu Jun's incident would happen just after the battle, making the whole company nervous again.

The rest that I had been looking forward to day and night was naturally ruined.

Had dinner.

Lao Pao brought Chen Mo and the others back to the classroom, pointed to the floor and the beds, and said, "Everyone, tidy up your rooms and recite the Little Red Book."

"You are not allowed to run around without orders. The physical training week is over, and we will strictly enforce housekeeping from now on. You all know what to do."

"Chen Mo."

"To!"

"Come out for a moment."

Lao Pao gave a brief explanation and took Chen Mo to the corridor outside.

In just one day, our platoon leader Zhou, who is usually the calmest, was filled with worry, and his brows were twisted into knots.

He placed his hands on his hips and gazed at the distant military camp for a long moment before he spoke: "Well, a new recruit from squad seven is missing, and the company commander is leading people to look for him at the station."

"I'm going to check out the area tonight too. You stay in class and keep an eye on it. Go to bed when the lights go out. Anyone who goes to the bathroom must be accompanied. I'll probably be back before the wake-up whistle blows tomorrow."

"If there's anything going on in class that you can't handle, go call for help from another class. I've already spoken to Class Nine, and there will be more people over there to help."

"As the class vice-chairman, you must also shoulder your responsibilities at this time. Do you understand?"

"Yes, monitor."

Chen Mo responded as if to assure.

Chen Mo didn't return to the dormitory until Lao Pao put on his military coat and came downstairs with a flashlight.

In fact, there is no need to worry about Class 8. First of all, he will definitely not run away.

Otherwise, what was the point of going through so much trouble to join the army?

As for the others, you can basically rest assured.

To put it bluntly, the entire Class 8 is a concentration camp of straight-talkers.

Don't even mention Yang Dali. That guy even boasts about wetting the bed, comparing whose urine mark is bigger. Do you expect him to be upset?

I'm afraid it's a bit difficult.

There are also people like Feng Junling and Zhu Gaituan, who compete to see who can eat faster, urinate higher, and brush their teeth to see who can spit out the spit from their mouth first. I guess they can't even think of running away.

The only one who is not very sociable is Li Zhiang. He is a stupid guy and not very smart, but although he is stubborn, he is a real person.

Maybe because I helped him out before, he has been getting close to me recently.

Therefore, Chen Mo is quite confident in the soldiers in Class 8.

This is not.

He had just entered the dormitory.

Yang Dali threw the quilt on the ground and studied it. As he studied it, he looked up and said, "Hey, brothers, did you find anything?"

"The squad leader has been teaching us how to pack our backpacks these past few days. I don't know if it's because the cotton inside has been squeezed tighter, but it's easier to fold than before."

"I noticed that too."

Zhu Gaituan agreed very much.

Listening to the conversation between the two, Chen Mo almost couldn't help laughing out loud. The quilt is convenient to fold, which may be related to packing a backpack.

But the biggest contributor was not the strangulation, but being wet over and over again.

No matter how strong the cotton is, it cannot withstand the daily watering by these two brothers.

But Chen Mo couldn't say this.

He walked around the dormitory. Since the monitor said that he would focus on housekeeping this week, he would take advantage of the time today to wipe and clean all the corners.

This saves the trouble of arranging follow-up training, otherwise it won’t be as convenient as it is today.

Just do it.

In the next few hours, Chen Mo called on everyone in the class and assigned them to wipe the glass, cabinets, and the tops of the door frames, cleaning up all the places that could be cleaned.

Lao Pao didn't come back until the lights-out whistle sounded.

Chen Mo lay on the bed, listening to the classmates' lively chatting and then their snoring that seemed to be in competition.

Only then did he turn over and fall into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning.

As usual, Chen Mo was awakened by his biological clock before dawn.

He climbed out of bed and packed his backpack skillfully.

I found the timer in Lao Pao's cabinet, opened the door quietly, and prepared to go for extra training in the bitter cold wind outside.

Maybe because he had just lost a new recruit, Chen Mo walked to the stairs but had not yet reached the first floor.

A loud shout came from below: "Who?"

"The squad leader is me, Chen Mo."

Chen Mo responded and then quickened his pace to run downstairs. Under the orange streetlight, he saw that the person on duty downstairs was none other than the squad leader of the fourth squad, Guo Wenhao, the same squad leader that Lao Pao had tricked into teaching him how to fold quilts.

Chen Mo grinned and greeted: "Hello, Squad Leader Guo."

"It's your boy."

Seeing the person coming, Guo Wenhao was obviously relieved.

He raised his wrist to check the time on his watch and scolded with a smile, "Scholar, it's only a little after four o'clock and you're already going for extra training?"

"When you have time, go to Class 4 and share your experience. Damn it, if the soldiers I lead can work half as hard as you, I'll be satisfied."

"No way." Chen Mo chuckled. "I'm just an early bird. Class 4's performance is so good. Our squad leader often praises Squad Leader Guo for his leadership skills. He is the most capable squad leader in our reconnaissance company."

"No one can compare to you."

"Alright, alright, you're just a dog with no ivory in your mouth."

Guo Wenhao kicked Chen Mo happily and urged him to leave.

Even though Lao Guo didn't believe what Chen Mo said at all, if Lao Pao could praise someone, the sun would probably rise from the west.

But nice words just sound nice.

Seeing that Chen Mo had walked more than ten meters, Lao Guo was still giving him detailed instructions from behind, telling him to combine work and rest and not to work too hard.

Chen Mo naturally agreed to the veteran's care.

Come to the training ground.

He adjusted his condition and did a simple warm-up.

I casually pressed the timer and prepared to test my results in the armed five-kilometer run.

In fact, in the past few days, Chen Mo came every day and took the test every day.

But the results were really unbearable to look at. They were never completed within 30 minutes.

There's nothing I can do about it. The main reason is that I trained too hard during the physical training week and I don't have any extra energy to fight.

It was a good opportunity to take advantage of yesterday's rest, and Chen Mo was thinking about making a breakthrough to see what level he was at.

After everything is ready.

He gritted his teeth, exerted force on his feet, and started sprinting on the track alone.

But many times, the more you want to accomplish something, the more difficult it is to do so.

Chen Mo was fighting with his blood boiling and full of energy.

In the direction of the cafeteria, a sergeant with one thick straight bar and two thin straight bars on his shoulder strap came to the training ground with two steaming buns in his hands and grabbed Chen Mo who was sprinting.

"I knew you were here."

The other party glared at Chen Mo angrily, stuffed the bun into his hand and cursed: "You son of a bitch, are you really going to die?"

"There are buns in the basin in the kitchen. What good will it do if you take a dozen buns? How can that be useful?"

"Eat the buns first and then practice. I heated them up for you."

After saying that, the old soldier left cursing without looking back.

Chen Mo was left standing there alone, completely confused.

Because he got up early every day for extra training, Lao Pao and the company commander took care of the canteen and allowed Chen Mo to go to the kitchen to find something to eat if he was hungry around four or five o'clock every day.

He did go there a few days ago, mainly because he was hungry.

Sometimes, when the people in the kitchen were still asleep, he would go in through the back door to get something to eat.

But today, he hasn't gone yet.

Besides, you have to be able to eat more than a dozen steamed buns.

Chen Mo looked at the buns in his hand, then at the old soldier walking away. For a moment, he was really moved.

Chen Mo found a place sheltered from the wind next to a tree root and sat on the ground, planning to eat a bun before running again.

Holding the bun in his hand, chewing it happily.

Chen Mo suddenly stopped chewing, stared, looked down at the bun in his hand, and recalled the complaint of the cook just now.

An extremely absurd, yet very reasonable thought flashed through my mind.

"I rely on!!"

Chen Mo cursed out loud, and he didn't bother to refill his food slowly. He stuffed the bun into his mouth in no time.

He wiped his hands casually, stood up and ran towards the distant sentry post.

The kitchen team lost more than a dozen steamed buns. They definitely weren't taken by the veteran. Who would be so stupid to take so many at once?
Since it was not taken by myself, nor by the veteran.

It's clear who took it.

The new recruit we lost yesterday probably never left the barracks.

Chen Mo had no intention of taking the blame for these dozen steamed buns.

(End of this chapter)