Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 67: Three-three team cooperation, making a fortune (big chapter, third update)
Not being able to figure it out is secondary.

The main thing was looking at the scholar from Class 8, who was standing there after running 400 meters, and his whole body was full of confidence.

On the other hand, the idiots in my class all had clear eyes, and they were either shocked or cheering. None of them thought about trying to run it themselves.

Wang Jianyong felt his chest hurt even more.

What a crime.

Why don’t the top students appear in my class?
"It's a pity I didn't go to the company headquarters to get a timer, otherwise your result would definitely be good."

Vice-class monitor Wang Yingjie patted Chen Mo's shoulder with emotion, then smiled and said, "But it doesn't matter. Your academic instructor will definitely be happy. I'll apply for it later."

"I'll film you on DV. Maybe if the brigade sees it, they'll even give you a commendation."

"Thank you monitor."

Commendation is a substantial reward, and Chen Mo also grinned happily.

From this perspective, it’s still Class 7 that’s the detail.

Other squad leaders are good at praising people, unlike the veterans in Class 8, who think no matter how well they do, it's just expected.

After all, who doesn't like to hear compliments?
"Scholar, you are really amazing." Lu Jun also took the opportunity to move his feet and walked up to Chen Mo to praise him sincerely.

Finally, he opened his mouth.

The smiles of the originally cheerful members of Class 7 noticeably faded.

Wang Jianyong even started leading people to try obstacle running.

This obvious difference in treatment made Lu Jun's expression immediately dim.

Chen Mo pursed his lips, feeling the awkward atmosphere, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

It’s no wonder that the monitor of Class 7 is like this.

If he were the squad leader, Chen Mo couldn't guarantee that he would do better than Wang Jianyong.

Who wouldn't be magnanimous if the problem didn't happen to him?

A deserter appeared in the class he led, and all the hard work of the veteran in the past year was wasted. It's already January, and it's time for commendations and awards. There is definitely no chance this year.

Nothing, a year's work was wasted.

Wang Jianyong is a sergeant with one thick straight bar and two thin straight bars. He has been in the army for at least four years.

This time the military rank reform requires a change of rank. If a sergeant is changed based on personal qualifications and years of service, it would be best if he could be changed to second-class non-commissioned officer, and almost as good as first-class.

For people like Wang Jianyong, the best they can do now is to be demoted to a lower level, or at worst be laid off directly.

"What?"

Chen Mo looked at Lu Jun's lonely expression. He thought for a long time before he remembered something a squad leader once said.

He raised his hand to hold Lu Jun's shoulder, looked into his eyes and said seriously: "Achievements require sweat and hard work, so don't be discouraged."

"As long as you are better today than yesterday, isn't that hope?"

"Eat your food one bite at a time, and do your work one thing at a time. It's okay to make a mistake once. You're still here, and there's always a chance to correct it and make amends."

"Don't spoil yourself. You finally made it to the military camp, so at least you should fight hard enough so that you don't regret it, right?"

After Chen Mo finished speaking, he raised his hand to straighten his military cap, and then saluted Wang Yingjie who was standing beside him: "Squad leader, the morning training is almost over."

"I'm applying to report back to Class 8."

"Go."

Wang Yingjie nodded, watching Chen Mo's figure walking further and further away, then turned his head to look at Wang Jianyong in the distance, shrugged his shoulders and said with a wry smile: "Soldiers like Xiucai are really not something our seventh class can train."

"You can't lead this kind of soldiers even if you are given them."

Upon hearing this, Wang Jianyong did not respond. He waved his hand and asked the new recruit next to him to try practicing first.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth and lit it, and curls of smoke rose.

It happened very suddenly. Squad leader Wang, who had just been shouting that he must bring Xiucai into his class,

The thought at this moment is becoming less and less.

When Chen Mo returned to the dormitory, he was half running the whole way.

He didn't know what was going on, but his right eyelid kept twitching, and he could faintly hear the screams of Yang Dali and the others.

Although we soldiers don't believe in the bullshit of right eye twitching, the problem is when he followed Squad 7.

Chen Mo remembered clearly the scene of the company commander and Lao Pao, with their dog following them stealthily.

Moreover, it has been most of the day, and there are no veterans or new recruits from Class 8 on the training ground.

Chen Mo was still quite anxious.

But when he arrived at the Class 8 dormitory, he thought about all the possibilities along the way and finally pushed open the door.

Seeing the postures of the six recruits in the class, Chen Mo was still shocked.

I don’t know if you have ever experienced the four squat exercises, which are to dig your head into the ground, put your hands behind your back, stick your butt up high, and stretch your legs straight.

It is known as the posture of a rhinoceros looking at the moon and an iron ox plowing the field.

That guy, in front of the metal cabinet in the Class 8 dormitory, six of them were standing in a neat row, their feet on the metal cabinet, their butts raised to the sky.

Their heads were resting on the ground, no, there was a little red book under each of their heads.

The posture is more formal than the iron head kung fu practiced in Shaolin Temple.

Lao Pao and Cheng Dong each brought a small stool and sat in the dormitory to supervise.

"This"

Chen Mo walked into the dormitory. He didn't mean to laugh.

However, everyone's postures were too seductive, and Chen Mo's mouth twitched several times. He almost went over the saddest thing in his life in his mind before he forced himself to hold it back.

Cheng Dong probably saw Chen Mo coming back, so he stood up, smoothed his short hair, and put his military cap back on his head.

He stood up and strode out of the dormitory.

"Goodbye, Captain!!"

Chen Mo suppressed his laughter and shouted, then watched Lao Pao get up and leave.

Just when he was about to ask what was going on, the six people who were squatting on the ground suddenly tilted their bodies and fell to the ground, crying out in misery.

"Deputy, why are you back just now? If you were any later, I might have died."

Yang Dali rubbed his head, his face almost twisted with pain.

"Oh my god, Old Chen, you only know how to enjoy yourself outside and forget about your brothers." Feng Junling raised his hand and rubbed his shoulders. He was the tallest and his whole body was as thin as a bamboo pole.

Her butt was raised as high as possible, and it looked like she had suffered a lot.

"No, what does this have to do with me?"

Chen Mo was puzzled and walked over to help them up.

Class 8 was punished because they said the wrong thing and did the wrong thing in front of the political commissar.

The company commander was showing mercy by not taking them out for a few days of rigorous training.

"What's the big deal? The company commander said when he came into the room, when you come back, this matter today will be resolved."

"Yes, yes, squad leader, do you know how to squat? It's not the squat we did a few days ago. After squatting, you have to salute with your right hand. Have you ever seen your left hand hovering and swinging your arms?"

"Oh my god, that squatting method is considered good. I don't know why the company commander has so many tricks to play tricks on us. He even asked us to turn the stool over with our legs facing upwards and squat on the legs."

"Later, they stacked up the stools so that one person had to squat on two and hold up the quilt with both hands. It really killed me."

Amidst the crying and wailing of a group of people, Chen Mo finally figured out what was going on.

To put it bluntly, before I came back, everyone in the class was doing squat exercises one to four.

If we had gone later, we would have been able to see a more spectacular scene.

With these five squat exercises, you can build a tall building in your dormitory.

"It's okay, it's all over."

Chen Mo grinned and comforted them one by one. The smile on his lips was harder to suppress than AK.

But it was really hard for the new recruits in Class 8. They didn't even dare to sit on the made beds, so they all brought their stools and sat there rubbing their heads hard.

It mainly hurts.

"Damn it, next time you see an officer in the army, remember to salute. I'll take care of this one."

Yang Dali was correcting his mistakes fiercely.

After listening to this, Chen Mo smacked his lips and felt that the punishment was not too lenient.

If the company commander and the instructor heard these words, they would probably lose their temper again.

It doesn't matter if there are only a few people.

Chen Mo simply got up and walked to his bed, unpacked the backpack that Lao Pao brought back, and sorted out the quilt, mattress and everything else.

When he finished dismantling the box, Chen Mo noticed that two stone eggs, bigger than an adult's fist, had been stuffed inside.

No wonder it felt wrong when I was running.

Chen Mo grabbed two stones in frustration and walked to the window. He pushed open the wooden window frame, looked around and was about to see if there was anyone downstairs when he threw the stones down.

When I looked up, I saw the deputy monitor of Class 7, one fat and one thin, running towards us from a dormitory, followed by the instructor.

The dormitory of Class 8 was on the second floor, and since all the classes were on the training ground at that time, the instructor heard the creaking sounds of pushing and pulling.

Huo Linshan looked up at Chen Mo and waved: "Hey?! Scholar."

"I was looking for you. What are you doing with that stone in your hand?"

"Come down quickly."

"Yes."

"Instructor, please wait for me for a moment."

When Chen Mo saw Huo Linshan holding a small black cube in his hand, he knew what to do.

It is likely that Class 7 has already told the instructor about the obstacle course they just ran.

The company wants to shoot a DV promotional video for him, which is a good thing.

Chen Mo put the stone egg in the corner and quickly took off his shirt and pants. He took out another slightly newer military uniform from the cabinet and put it on.

"What are you doing, squad leader?" Yang Dali came over and asked curiously.

"You changed your clothes, but didn't change the sweatpants and autumn trousers underneath." Feng Junling also ran over to ask.

I never noticed it before.

Now that they were closer, everyone saw that there was a big hole in Chen Mo's trousers at his waist. The scabbed wound was black and surrounded by dried and yellowed medicine.

"I don't have time to change. Besides, I only have two pairs of jeans. They'll still wear out if I change them. There's no need."

Chen Mo raised his hand and pressed the wound. He didn't feel much pain. As for why the mercurochrome turned yellow, he was not surprised at all.

The red medicine provided by the army contains medicine, which produces a chemical reaction when applied to the wound.

It was just a minor abrasion, Chen Mo didn't care at all. After changing his clothes, he grinned and looked at everyone.

"Come on, let's see how I can earn you some soda."

Watching the deputy squad leader rush out with excitement on his face.

Yang Dali and the others looked at each other, quickly forgot about the punishment they had just received, and worked hard one after another.

I ran behind them to join in the fun.

Maybe it was because of the company's deliberate publicity. When Chen Mo came to the northwest corner of the training ground again.

Good guy.

The original sense of desolation here has been driven away, and replaced by the unified arrival of all squads of the second company of recruits.

There were so many people, I don’t know how the class promoted it, but they gathered everyone together.

The company commander and the veteran were also there, and the instructor held a DV camera in his hand the entire time, following Chen Mo closely.

"Scholar, tell me when you're done adjusting your condition, and I'll fix it."

"You must run your best. After you finish, I'll report to the headquarters' propaganda department for your supervision. Don't worry."

"Yes!!"

Chen Mo stood at the starting point again. He bent over and rubbed his hands. As he was about to run, Huo Linshan also pressed the button to record the video.

Perhaps the word "report" stimulated Chen Mo, and he suddenly remembered that in his previous life, he was in the motorized infantry brigade and ran with the barrel of a Type 82 recoilless gun on his back.

Since it has to be reported anyway, why not create some hype?

Even though Chen Mo knew that the Type 82 recoilless rifle weighed about 43 kilograms without the gun mount, it was impossible for him to get a passing score at his current level.

But does passing the exam matter?

It doesn’t matter at all. The key is that his identity as a new recruit is the biggest gimmick.

"What's wrong, scholar?" Huo Linshan had been pretending for a long time, and seeing that Chen Mo had no further words, he asked with concern.

"Instructor, I want to change my running style."

Chen Mo put away his running stance, raised his hand and scratched his head, saying, "I seemed to have heard someone say a few days ago that some units practiced obstacle courses and would carry something to increase the weight."

"What do you mean by increasing the load?" Huo Linshan didn't react for a moment. It was the old man standing next to him who stared at Chen Mo meaningfully and said, "You said that what can be carried is the Type 82 recoilless gun barrel."

"That should be it." Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

The reason why he dared to mention it was because he guessed that Lao Pao had been in the army for so many years and must know it.

But he didn't expect that Lao Pao was originally from the 82nd Infantry Division and was naturally familiar with the training there.

Most of what Chen Mo knew and came into contact with in his previous life were things left over from Lao Pao's past.

"We don't have that kind of gun here." Lao Pao shook his head, thought briefly, and pointed to the distance: "But the anti-aircraft artillery battalion should have 100 mortars."

"You have to think clearly. The barrel of the Type 43 recoilless rifle is almost as tall as you, and without the base it weighs about kilograms."

"The 100-caliber mortar is even heavier. The barrel is 55 kilograms, heavier than your backpack. Can you handle it?"

The veteran has one good thing, he never denies the suggestions of the new recruits. As long as they are not ridiculous, he will explain patiently instead of scolding them directly.

"Squad leader, I want to try it." Chen Mo nodded in agreement.

"Okay, wait ten minutes, I'll go borrow it."

Lao Pao said nothing and turned and left.

Cheng Dong stood by and opened his mouth, looking at the two young men in front of him. He sighed, took out a cigarette, lit it, and squatted aside to smoke.

The full name of 100 mortar is PP89 100mm mortar. Taocun’s anti-aircraft artillery battalion must have this thing.

But the problem is that the barrel of this cannon is 1.6 meters long, and it reaches Cheng Dong's nose bridge when standing upright on the ground.

Chen Mo is a little taller, but only about 1.75 meters, at most a head taller than the gun barrel.

This kind of heavy and long thing is simply not something a new recruit can handle. Besides, the veterans in the reconnaissance company don't handle these.

Cheng Dong doesn't think that talent alone is enough.

The video recording issue was temporarily put on hold, but the new recruits around didn't care. After all, it was nice to be able to take a break during training.

Before Lao Pao left, he said it would take ten minutes. No one knew exactly how long it took, but it was quite fast anyway.

But he was alone when he left, and when he came back, dozens of people followed him, especially the old soldier in the front, who was carrying a yellow and black iron pipe on his shoulder.

The appearance of the cannon barrel, which was about a person's height and as thick as a thigh, immediately attracted the attention of the new recruits on the scene.

With a "crash", a group of people gathered around and tried to touch the barrel of the gun.

That curiosity is more passionate than marrying a wife.

"Get lost, get lost. Let the scholar carry it first and try it. Don't mess around."

Cheng Dong walked over angrily and dispersed the crowd.

The old soldier who was carrying the gun in the antiaircraft artillery battalion handed the gun barrel to Chen Mo with a smile and said, "Hold it well, scholar. This gun barrel is more precious than me. Don't drop it."

"Look here, squad leader."

Chen Mo grinned, reached out to take the 100mm mortar barrel, and tried the weight.

He walked to the starting point and carried it on his right shoulder in front of the shocked gazes of the entire company of recruits.

The printing area of ​​the brigade-level newspaper should not be large, and I don’t know whether the old leader will see it.

Chen Mo sniffed and suppressed his inner thoughts.

In fact, he knew that running 400 meters with the cannon barrel on his back would require the cooperation of at least three teams, otherwise no one would be able to climb the high wall with such a heavy object.

He couldn't jump over the high board, but he couldn't lift it anymore, so the worst that could happen was that his movements would look a little awkward.

Chen Mo has always wanted to improve. His idea has never changed. He will try his best to perform as long as he can seize the slightest opportunity.

Just as he got into the starting position again and signaled to the instructor that he could take the photo.

The old man behind him pulled up the old soldier who had just carried the cannon, and the two stood behind Chen Mo, one on the left and one on the right.

"Let's get started. We'll work together for you."

"Thank you monitor."

Chen Mo nodded heavily, then his eyes lit up and a low roar came from his throat.

He moved his feet.

It was not as steady as the previous sprint because the barrel was too heavy and the two shoulders were not level, making it very uncomfortable to run.

But at least Chen Mo had run around carrying a wooden bar for almost half a month before joining the army, so it was easy for him to adapt.

Stand up straight and give it your all.

Looking at the thin figure on the runway, carrying a cannon as tall as a person and sprinting, the old soldiers who were squatting around to watch the fun stood up in unison.

The recruit couldn't help but move his feet, wanting to get closer.

Even Cheng Dong stopped smoking and jogged along, his eyes always following Chen Mo.

In the field.

After Chen Mo sprinted a hundred meters, passed the turning pole, and crossed the trench, many veterans felt their hearts tighten.

He was afraid that the scholar and his cannon would fall into the ditch.

When they ran to the high diving platform, Lao Pao squatted on the ground in advance, holding up the meat ladder with both hands, and another veteran took the barrel from Chen Mo.

Without any hesitation, Chen Mo stepped on Lao Pao's raised hands and nimbly flipped to the top of the high board. When he stepped onto the platform, he took the barrel of the cannon again and carried it on his shoulders.

Next, cross the single-plank bridge and step over the high wall.

The three-three teams are becoming more and more skilled in cooperating. Lao Pao can always squat on the ground a few seconds in advance and act as a human ladder when Chen Mo needs to climb the most.

Another veteran from the anti-aircraft artillery battalion will also take away the barrel at the most appropriate time.

Help Chen Mo overcome obstacles more smoothly.

This is a silent cooperation and also the most tacit challenge.

The three of them skillfully crossed the obstacles one after another, like soldiers who had trained together for a long time.

The veteran was stunned.

The recruits were stunned.

Huo Linshan was so excited holding the DV that he kept saying, "I'm rich, I'm rich!"

"This guy is born to be a soldier, Old Cheng. We are going to make a fortune."

"Haha."

Cheng Dong stood nearby and moved his lips a few times, but didn't say a word.

I'm rich.

But the second company of new recruits will soon become the fat meat in the eyes of all the units in the brigade.

Soldiers like Xiucai have both wealth and talent, but they are also the precise targets coveted by all units.

Originally he wanted to pick a few good soldiers to keep for himself, but who would have thought.

The best one is exposed first.

(End of this chapter)