Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 62: You don’t want to target me? Then come and try it
"Chest, chest. The key to low crawling is to keep your lower abdomen on the ground, not your chest."

"Are you lying on the floor feeding?"

"lift it up."

The old man's roar continued.

But Chen Mo, who had been crawling forward, was suffering terribly.

This kind of tactical training hurts the elbows the most. Other recruits are still trying to master the entry-level movements, practicing crawling forward with bent legs.

On his side, he had been crawling forward for at least four or five minutes, and Lao Pao was still urging them to speed up.

Obviously, he didn't intend to let him go easily.

"Do you know how to do a side crawl?"

"Follow the direction of my finger, with the poplar trees in the distance extending backward as the approximate north. You can determine the other directions yourself."

"Crawl sideways, forward!!"

"Your butt, your butt can't touch the ground. Faster, faster!"

"Can't you remember the key points of the side crawl? Bend and extend your left leg, push off the ground with your right foot, extend your left arm forward, and push your right arm back."

In this day and age, there is no protective gear to wear when practicing climbing tactics, it all depends on how strong you are.

Chen Mo only felt the unbearable pain in his elbow. He didn't even need to take off his clothes to see that there must be many wounds on his arm.

Especially when crawling sideways, extending backward in the direction of the poplar tree, this extension is not grass.

But the gravel road on the runway.

Every time I moved forward a little, half of my body was pricked by the stone eggs, causing pain.

"Quick, faster!"

Lao Pao held the timer in his hand and said, "Your movements can barely keep up, but the speed is too slow."

"Don't think about the pain in your body. Imagine yourself as a running cheetah. I still say that tactics are based on speed."

"Come on, faster."

"Imagine that Yang Dali is seriously injured and needs you to drag him a hundred meters away from the battle zone to bandage him and treat him. Your comrade's life is in your hands."

"quick!!"

"Ah."

Yang Dali, who was struggling in the distance over whether to extend his right hand first or his left hand to crawl, suddenly felt an itch on the tip of his nose.

He raised his hand to rub his nose, turned his head in confusion, and looked at Feng Junling beside him: "Did someone call me just now?"

"No one cares about you."

Feng Junling raised his head and looked around, responding unhappily.

It happened very suddenly, and the entire Class 8 was left without anyone in charge.

The squad leader and the deputy squad leader had already run about a hundred meters away. Although the crawling techniques were recorded in the Little Red Book.

But actual operation and daily endorsement are two different things.

They had only climbed a dozen meters in total when they felt like they couldn't go on. Not knowing how to do it, they all just lay on the ground and slacked off.

far away.

Cheng Dong had been paying attention to what was happening over there. He watched for a while, then suddenly raised his hand to take off his hat, glared at the nearby training group, and yelled, "What the hell, are you all lying there on the ground?"

"Will you move a bit?"

"There's a first platoon and a second platoon. What's the squad leader for? He can't teach, and he can't even lead the team to see how the scholars are practicing."

"Let the new recruits you bring take a good look at how big the gap is between them and the scholars who came with them."

"Damn it, this is tactical action training, not a competition to see who can lie still."

"What a bunch of pig brains, damn it."

Cheng Dong was cursing and really wanted to jump up on the spot.

It’s mainly because it’s urgent.

The date for the recruit competition has been set, and the weekly training reports from the 82nd Brigade have been sent over.

That report card looks really impressive, with top students popping out in large numbers.

New recruits can pull the horizontal bar up to their crotch, which is commonly known as the "ri bang".

But the second company was delayed for a week, and many classes didn’t even pass the pull-up test, so there was no way they could compare.

If compared only with the 82nd Brigade, it would be okay if the Second Company was a little worse, and Cheng Dong could barely accept it psychologically.

After all, the 82nd Brigade was the foundation of the Infantry Division, and the training was quite rigorous in all aspects, so it was reasonable that the new recruits were generally inferior to the others. Just like the old artillerymen who were transferred from the 82nd Division to the Tank Division, their individual performance was so impressive that they could lead the entire division.

But here's the thing.

The decline of the Second Company was really due to their own shortcomings. Among the four recruit companies in the Taocun Military Camp, many top students also emerged from the other three companies.

This is what the always proud reconnaissance company commander cannot accept.

It seems that the company commander is really angry.

Who dares to neglect the veterans who are supervising the training in each class?

Their eyes were as big as cow eggs, and they shouted angrily at the recruits.

They were afraid that the company commander would pass by nearby and notice someone who was not active and kick them a few times.

On the third platoon side, an old soldier came from another squad and took over the training of the eighth squad in place of Lao Pao.

at this time.

Chen Mo no longer noticed the movements around him.

He just felt pain all over his body, especially in his elbows, waist and hips, which were extremely painful.

But he did not give up. In his previous life, Chen Mo was able to work in a motorized infantry unit, a place where the whole army trembled at the mention of it, but he was promoted to officer and stood among the best teams.

Isn't it just your own pride that you rely on?

Proud people are often unwilling to admit defeat, but once they suffer a blow, they are most likely to become devastated and their thinking reaches a dead end.

Chen Mo knew that he had no talent, so he had to put aside all hope and fight hard.

Even if there is a slight chance, we must fight for it with the most tenacious attitude.

How long did you climb?

Chen Mo himself didn't know what was going on. He just felt that his whole body was soaked with sweat, his body was getting heavier, and even his throat was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Every cell in my body is protesting, and every wound is accusing this torturous training.

"Okay, stand up."

Finally hearing the command to end, Chen Mo endured the severe pain all over his body, got up from the ground and stood at attention.

Keep your head high and look straight ahead.

Lao Pao circled around Chen Mo, left and right. He looked at the recruits in front of him whose pants were torn by stones and whose hands and legs were covered in blood.

His legs were shaking as he stood, but he still kept his body straight.

After thinking for a moment, Lao Pao stared into Chen Mo's eyes and said, "I know you have been very active in training."

"Can you tell me why?"

"Just because you want to join the army and win a place in the competition?"

"Report, there's more." Chen Mo took a deep breath and said, "I still remember a man named An Zhentao."

"I may not get a place in the competition, but I cannot lose to the soldiers led by An Zhentao, because if I lose, it means that the Eighth Squad has lost, the Second Company has lost, and our Seventh Brigade has lost."

"Including my squad leader, you also lost."

Chen Mo's words were very big, but who in the army doesn't like confident soldiers?

Lao Pao pursed his lips and then sighed softly.

He knew clearly in his heart that Chen Mo's idea was wrong. Competition is competition, and striving for first place is the real thing.

No other factors should be involved.

Although I had mentioned to the students in Class 8 before that I would not teach them nonsense like "forgive others when you can", that was for motivation, not to get the new recruits to avenge him.

Because old men also have their own pride.

The pride that is unique to veterans is not something they can place on new recruits to help them save face.

But Chen Mo's persistence made him change his mind for the first time.

Lao Pao took out a pack of cotton swabs and a bottle of red medicine from his pocket, stuffed them into Chen Mo's pockets and said, "Treat the wound first."

"Haven't you always wanted to target me?"

"I'll let you try it today."

After Lao Pao finished speaking, he casually straightened his wrinkled military uniform, turned around and strode towards the dormitory building.

Obviously, the strongest individual soldier of the 82nd Infantry Division at that time was also a veteran of the th Armored Division who later set many records.

I have to take part in it myself.

(End of this chapter)