Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 60 This is the Army's unique sense of security

Looking at the new recruits in the class, they are full of energy, with their eyes wide open and full of fighting spirit.

Lao Pao nodded with satisfaction: "When it comes to housekeeping, the squad leader must take responsibility and not slack off."

"Yes."

Chen Mo responded quickly and set an example.

"Now, let's talk about the second thing. Due to the competition and some policy changes, the higher-ups are requiring that new comrades be awarded uniform titles before the New Year."

Mentioned the awarding of titles.

Lao Pao originally wanted to show off and ask the classmates if they knew what the awarding of titles meant, but when he saw Chen Mo standing next to him with his head down, taking notes honestly.

The thought of asking questions was extinguished in an instant.

During the time when the new recruits entered the camp, Lao Pao had realized that Chen Mo's so-called preparations before joining the army were not nonsense.

If he dared to ask, Chen Mo would take over the rest of the speech.

The key is that Lao Pao’s eloquence is not as good as his. Isn’t that infuriating?
"cough."

After pretending to cough to conceal his thoughts, Lao Pao continued: "Before the rank is awarded, the gun will be awarded first, which should be in the next few days.

The recruit competition has been scheduled for the 8th of next month."

"There's an old saying in the army: If you miss one step, you miss every step. We're already a week behind the 82nd Brigade."

"So for the next month or so, the training plan will be adjusted at any time. Everyone must be prepared for the final fight and must not be complacent."

"Whether you're a mule or a horse, you're bound to compete. All you can do is grit your teeth and work hard to improve yourself."

"After receiving your rank and weapons, you are no longer new recruits, but soldiers shouldering the responsibilities of a soldier. Even if the road ahead is filled with dangers and dangers, you must fight your way through bloody battles."

"Can you understand?"

"clear!!"

The recruits of Class 8 stood up collectively and roared loudly.

After the physical training week and the recent week of training, all the recruits seem to have acquired some military skills.

Everything he says and does is much more pleasing to the eye than when he first entered the camp.

At least I'm not so slack, sitting there all day wondering what to do.

"Well, today marks the end of the second week of training. Night training has been canceled. Don't watch the news broadcast yet. Listen for the evening roll call whistle. After that, you can go to bed and rest."

"Disband."

After Lao Pao finished speaking, he got up and left the dormitory without saying anything else.

The new recruits in the class kept staring at the squad leader as he walked through the corridor outside. Then they put away their stools and stretched as if to relax.

"Brothers, I have a bad feeling."

Yang Dali held a stool in his left hand and scratched his nose with his right index finger. He said with a determined expression, like a charlatan: "I think our good days are over."

"Fuck, do you even need to think about this?"

Feng Junling curled his lips in annoyance, leaned his butt against the wooden table behind him and said, "I would like to have more difficult training."

"Actually, the physical training week the monitor mentioned is pretty good. No singing, no folding, no memorizing, no watching the news, and most importantly, no commenting on the news."

"What I fear most now is that the squad leader will come into the dormitory and either throw my blanket or come with that broken wooden board to check if I have memorized the rules."

The two people's complaints soon gained the support of the new recruits in the class.

Chen Mo put the class meeting record book into the drawer and put the pen cap on. He also stood by and listened to these guys bragging.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with Feng Junling’s summary.

During the second week of rectification, everyone was on high alert and did not dare to relax at all.

Because correcting errors in details is often more torturous than overall physical fitness. We are all eighteen or nineteen years old, and as long as our muscles can adapt, running twenty kilometers a day will be like playing.

The requirement for physical fitness week is 20 kilometers in the evening, but in reality we walked the whole way back and couldn't run at all.

Except for a few new recruits who can't adapt to running, most people find the physical training week quite enjoyable.

The main thing is that you don’t have to think about anything all day, just follow instructions and work hard.

But it is different during the rectification period. Correcting details is nitpicking, and the class leaders have plenty of time to find trouble.

It would be strange if I could feel comfortable.

Even if you are good at memorizing, you may not be good at housekeeping. Even if you are good at housekeeping, you can always find faults in the queue. In any case, no one can feel comfortable.

If you don't get beaten with more than ten boards a day, the day won't be dark.

"Beep-beep!" "Squad leaders, lead the teams to the training ground. All companies, assemble, quickly."

On the morning of the 13th, less than ten minutes after breakfast, the duty officer's whistle was heard downstairs.

Lao Pao was not in the dormitory, so Chen Mo casually pushed the stool to the corner, grabbed the belt on the bed and shouted hurriedly: "Brothers, assemble."

After saying that, Chen Mo rushed to the door first, opened it and ran away, followed by a group of new recruits who filed out.

dong dong dong.
In an instant, the entire dormitory building was like the sound of drums, with people rushing down the stairs, accompanied by figures in green military uniforms rushing towards the training ground.

The entire company gathered and no one dared to dawdle, for fear of being caught as an example if they ran too slowly, so they all rushed forward with brute force.

In less than two minutes, the entire second company of recruits was in place.

"Report, there are eight people in the first shift who are supposed to be there."

"Report, the second shift should have eight people present, but only eight are present."

"."

After all twelve classes finished their reports, Cheng Dong reached out and tugged at the corner of his military uniform, tidying it up briefly.

He stepped to the front of the line. Compared to Company Commander Cheng who was rectified last week, the rectification was completed this week and the brigade headquarters removed the cadres who were stationed there.

The Cheng Dong who once looked extremely aggressive and a little arrogant is back.

He swept his fierce eyes across the formation, staring at the new recruits in the front row for a full five or six seconds before speaking: "Comrades."

"Today our company will be engaging in some tactical training. Many of the new comrades may not understand what tactics are."

"Let me tell you, tactical maneuvers are the experience and support a soldier relies on to survive on the battlefield."

"Training is essentially a brutal elimination competition, but after observing for half a month."

"I've discovered that there are no cowards in our company. Before we begin training, I want to ask you a question."

"Is anyone afraid of pain?"

"Don't be afraid!!"

In the queue, bursts of shouts and roars suddenly broke out.

"Very good, it seems that my vision has not deteriorated."

Cheng Dong nodded, then raised his hand and waved, under the shocked gaze of many recruits.

The eight veterans of the second company formed a combat squad, each holding an 81-bar rifle in their hands, and stood in a row in the distance.

For new recruits like Chen Mo, guns are actually not very attractive. Many rural families had hunting rifles when they were young.

At the very least, there are always older generations in the village who can see it. It is not as rare as it is in later generations.

But seeing so many veterans, each of them wearing a helmet that was different from their military caps, and each of them stepping out with murderous eyes.

Still attracted the attention of the recruits.

"Next, let each squad leader demonstrate to you what a tactical move is."

After Cheng Dong gave a brief introduction, he looked at the veteran combat squad with a cold gaze.

"Attention, Leap Forward!!"

As the company commander gave the order, the eight members of the combat squad shot out like arrows, their movements in perfect unison, leaving the new recruits standing in formation stunned.

But what shocked everyone was yet to come.

Along with Cheng Dong's commands of "lie down", "roll to the right", and "enemy behind", he issued them.

The veterans' movements kicked up clouds of dust from the ground, so fast that it was dizzying. The eight people demonstrated the momentum of thousands of troops.

Especially when the last command of leap forward and lie down was issued, a row of veterans fell to the ground with guns in their hands, and then slid nearly three meters.

In the end, the eight of them lay on the ground without any error and assumed a shooting posture.

The recruits present were completely stunned.

Many people had flickering eyes and were speechless for a long time, but at this moment they felt their blood boiling.

It is indeed a tactical action, which is more in line with men's aesthetics in terms of both beauty and bloodiness.

It looks much better than those monotonous housework and queues.

Chen Mo stood in the queue and was also quite excited about the sense of security that the army tactical training brought to people.

It is something that other types of soldiers cannot replace visually.

(End of this chapter)