Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 69: Granting the gun, this breath is finally released

Hearing that they had to recite the oath again, Chen Mo's hand just touched the record book, and the eyes of several people around him glowed with a faint green light, and they stretched their necks hard to take a closer look.

I was afraid that the content I had to memorize would be as long as the one on Xiaohongshu.

After being glared at by Lao Pao.

Several people stood at attention quickly as if they were electrified.

"What are you looking at? Did I say we're disbanded?" Lao Pao yelled a few times and kicked Wei Jiahao and Feng Junling in the waist.

He kicked the two men so hard that they were holding their waists and jumping around on the spot.

The old man took two steps back, stared at the new recruits and said, "Let me tell you, being awarded a gun means the army has recognized you as a real soldier."

"The gun is a sharp weapon for charging on the battlefield, a soldier's second life, and our closest comrade-in-arms."

"After receiving the gun, you must cherish and protect it as if it were your own life. Laughter and joking while holding the gun is strictly prohibited."

"Understand?"

"clear!!"

"Oh, right." After the old man finished his instructions, he suddenly seemed to remember something and added: "After the gun training is over tomorrow, the tactical training will be suspended for one day."

"A group of comrades from the military training team will come over to teach you the essentials of battlefield first aid."

"The deputy squad leader has to take the responsibility of supervision and leadership in this area. Soldiers must not only possess strong combat qualities, but also learn simple self-rescue skills."

"It is very important not only for yourself, but also for the comrades fighting alongside you."

"Yes."

Chen Mo responded loudly. Seeing that he had almost finished explaining everything, Lao Pao waved his hand and told them to disperse.

Guard Training Team.
Chen Mo held the record book in his hand, but his mind was trying hard to recall the things about the 63rd Army Guard Training Team. This was a person who had a profound influence on his military career in his previous life.

In the Guard Training Corps.

However, at that time, I only met that person in June 02, after the other party graduated from the ninth training session of the Second District Team.

According to the training period of the Guards, it is unlikely that the other party would be there in 99.

I won't meet you.
Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously. After all, when they met in his previous life, he was not a rookie, but a high-spirited secretary in front of the old leader.

I used to walk with the wind, but now when I look at myself, although I am young again, I am far worse than I was back then.

It is quite appropriate to describe my impression of myself as "I still vaguely remember the smile of my youth, and his eyes and eyebrows are still as proud as before."

At that time, he was a young student, in the prime of his life, full of youthful vigor and ambition, and he was full of ambition, pointing out the way forward, inspiring literature, and looked down upon the marquis of that time.

Looking down at myself now, I am still the same person, but with a touch of old age and maturity.

"What are you doing, squad leader? Hurry up and take a look at the oath and recite it in advance."

When Chen Mo was immersed in his memories, Yang Dali came over and reached out to grab the record book that Lao Pao gave him.

“It’s just a few words, so it’s easy to memorize.”

After Chen Mo came to his senses, he turned around and found that Lao Pao had jumped up again without him noticing.

He casually tossed the notebook to Yang Dali: "Put it in the monitor's cabinet after you finish reading it, don't lose it."

"Row."

"You won't be able to recite it just by glancing at it again, will you?"

Seeing that Chen Mo looked nonchalant, Yang Dali felt his crotch tighten and it was quite painful.

We are all recruits, so how can there be such a big gap between us?
Chen Mo was in no mood at the moment and didn't want to chat.

He ignored her and walked to the cabinet, took out his military coat, and was about to spread it on the ground to take a rest.

There was a "clang" sound.

The broken wooden door of the dormitory was pushed open again.

An old soldier, holding a notebook in his hand, glanced at the dormitory and said, "Scholar, the company needs to go on a business trip, and you guys from squad eight need to send two people."

"Who's going?"

What is a business trip?
After hearing the new words, Yang Dali and the others no longer had to recite the oath, and their waists no longer hurt.

They quickly stood up and walked around Chen Mo, blinking their big eyes curiously, looking eager to try.

“It’s about getting people to work.”

Chen Mo responded unhappily. He was full of energy just now, but immediately he held his waist and walked slowly to the old soldier: "Squad leader, what is the mission?"

"Why are you asking so many questions?"

"Each class needs two people. Whoever is in your class should sign up quickly."

The old soldier glanced at Chen Mo, then smiled, picked up a pen, and poked his hand that was supporting his waist: "Oh, our second company's Wu Xiucai also has a backache?"

"Didn't you get the Internal Affairs Red Flag? Did Lao Pao punish you?"

"Haha, Lao Pao is like that. He lost his patience and was defeated by our Class 2 this time. You guys should try harder next time."

Hearing the old soldier's gloating voice, Chen Mo's mouth twitched.

Because the old man who had just left had returned and was standing behind the squad leader of the second squad.

"Don't just stand there. You don't need to go if your back hurts. Pick two people who don't have pain to go on the business trip."

Seeing that Chen Mo didn't move, the old soldier urged him again.

But at this time, everyone in Team 8 could tell that being an official was not an easy job. They all acted like they were possessed by a drama queen.

He was either holding his waist or covering his stomach, looking like he was barely alive.

In fact, including Chen Mo, their back pain was not fake.

After the evening roll call last night, I was punished to crawl and do push-ups in the dormitory, and finally squat in a row. It took three or four hours.

Even if it is an iron lump, you can grind off two ounces of iron powder, let alone a person.

Chen Mo really didn't know who to arrange to go. They were all classmates, and it wouldn't be appropriate to ask anyone to go.

"Hey?" The old soldier saw that he had been talking for a long time but there was no response, so he just widened his eyes.

The old man behind him slapped him on the back of the head with a palm-leaf fan-like slap.

"What are you talking about?"

"I can't hold my temper, can I?"

"Veteran scout, where's your vigilance?"

"Don't you know I'm standing behind you?"

"have no idea?"

Every time Lao Pao asked a question, he would slap him in the face, especially the last one, which was so loud.

There is also a bit of a sense of frustration.

Chen Mo stood in front of it and felt a pain in his neck just by looking at it.

"Hey?"

"Hey?!"

The second squad leader raised his hand to block the attack. When he saw clearly that it was Lao Pao, he quickly stepped back and said with a grin, "Hello, old squad leader."

"Didn't I see you going downstairs just now? Hey?"

Seeing that the slap was about to come, the old soldier quickly took a few steps back and said with a bitter face: "Old squad leader, this is not my fault. It was the instructor who said it was a mission."

"What the hell, how come I don't know what's going on in the company this week?"

"It's not our company, it's the 4th Company whose wall collapsed. We need to move bricks and plant trees. Let's take advantage of our break today to do it."

"The instructor of the Fourth Company came here to inform us."

"Stop talking nonsense to me." Lao Pao rubbed his wrist: "Squad Eight can't send anyone. If you need someone, ask the people from Company Four to come and tell me."

"Fuck off!"

"Yes."

The old soldier didn't dare to waste time and ran out of Class 8 with a playful smile on his face, following Lao Pao.

See that the matter is resolved.

Lao Pao clapped his hands, then looked up at the mottled wall next to the metal cabinet.

He put his hands on his hips and breathed a sigh of relief: "We need to save some face for the housekeeping inspection next week."

"Hang the red flag here for me."

After saying that, without waiting for anyone's response, Lao Pao walked out of the dormitory with his hands behind his back.

Watching the squad leader walking away.

Chen Mo blinked and mourned for the second squad leader in his heart for half a second, but at the same time, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

It was obvious that Lao Pao's sudden return was not because of his business trip, but because he was unhappy to see that the second team had taken the mobile red flag, so he deliberately made trouble to vent his anger.

Now that they have vented their anger by beating up the monitor of Class 2, their extra training at night should be coming to an end.

After all, we had just beaten the second squad leader, so logically, we shouldn't torture them anymore.

Around 4:30 the next morning.

After a whole day of rest on Sunday, Chen Mo got up early and was full of energy again. He packed his backpack and went to the training ground alone for extra training.

In fact, Lao Pao is right. The reason why Chen Mo was able to quickly stand out in the recruit company is not only because of his strong tenacity.

It’s inseparable from his extra training.

I carry nearly 20 kilograms of weight every day, get up early to run, do pull-ups, and run obstacles. I don’t feel anything for a day or two.

As long as I can hold on for half a month, and the army provides me with enough fine food, and the company allows me to have an extra meal in the morning.

Individual physical fitness can vary greatly.

To put it bluntly, what kept Chen Mo training hard day after day was this competition.

Because he knew how tough the training was at the 82nd Motorized Infantry Brigade, and that in fact, the armored infantry would be at a disadvantage if they competed with the motorized infantry.

Not to mention that there are only twenty days left in the competition, even if there were only sixty days left, the second company would still be defeated if they went there.

The intensity and requirements are different.

Motorcycle training means waking up and running every day. You have to run as fast as the motorcycle and carry as much weight as the motorcycle. In order to close the gap as quickly as possible, Chen Mo can only keep working hard.

On the runway.

Chen Mo held the timer and ran as fast as he could, his face turning purple.

The moment he crossed the finish line, he stopped the timer, his legs went weak, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

Chen Mo turned over with difficulty, breathing in deep gulps of fresh air, and glanced at the timer: 17:23:66.

This was his second armed five-kilometer run early in the morning, and his result was three seconds slower than the first time.

"It's so difficult."

As the sky gradually brightened, Chen Mo kept thinking about Lao Pao's time of sixteen minutes and forty-four seconds.

Even though he had just run 17 minutes and 20 seconds, it was only half a minute away from the 44 seconds that Lao Pao said.

But this half minute means the difference between first place in the division and ninety-ninth place, or even further.

I felt the strength in my limbs slowly returning, and my stomach was growling with hunger.

Chen Mo stood up with his hands on the ground and walked towards the back door of the cafeteria. He planned to fill his stomach briefly before exercise and practice on the horizontal bar for a while.

After all, I still have morning exercises later, so I can't run anymore. But since my hands are idle, I can do pull-ups on the horizontal bar with weights and exercise more.

"Boom boom boom"

When Chen Mo returned to the training ground with three buns in his hands, a military truck rumbled to a stop in front of him on the adjacent road.

After the vehicle stopped, an old soldier jumped out of the cockpit, knocked on the rear cabin, and then opened the hatch.

Two veterans jumped out of the car with guns on their backs and started moving large wooden boxes downstairs.

Seeing this, Chen Mo took a few steps back and squatted on the ground, eating a bun and watching.

You don't even need to look at this wooden box with the red paint saying "Military Control Supplies" to guess that it contains the guns issued to the new recruits of the Second Company.

In this era, there were no other models except the durable 81 bar, so he was not curious.

I just squatted aside to watch the fun.

"Scholar?"

"You're practicing again." Liang Hongjie jumped down from the passenger seat and looked at Chen Mo not far away with surprise.

"Ah, are you responsible for holding the car?"

Chen Mo looked up and gestured to the military card.

"Yeah, who else could it be besides me?" Liang Hongjie sighed, squatting in front of Chen Mo, breaking off half a bun from his hand, stuffing it into his mouth and mumbling, "I'm the platoon leader of the fourth platoon in the reconnaissance company, and I'm also a clerk. Clerks usually also serve as armorers."

"Go to the logistics department to check the guns. The job of pressing the car is mine."

"Awesome!" Chen Mo grinned.

"What? What are you thinking? You could just become a clerk, and it would help lighten my load."

"I can still help you with the clerical work, and you can occasionally not participate in the training, how great."

"That's different." Chen Mo shook his head and stuffed the last bit of bun into his mouth: "The recruit competition is about to begin."

"We haven't even mentioned what the prize is yet because many people aren't optimistic about this competition. If I'm not mistaken, the first place winner will get a third-class merit, right?"

"I really need these, and more than just a third-class merit, I need a lot of military merits."

"I have to establish my foothold in the army step by step. I want to catch up with someone, and I can't be worse than him."

"Who is it?" Liang Hongjie was confused. He was a graduate of a military academy and had a professional background. With a different starting point, it was difficult for him to understand Chen Mo's mood at the moment.

Chen Mo only dared to speak his mind to this student officer who was not very enlightened, because Liang Hongjie was relatively simple compared to other veterans.

"me."

Chen Mo smiled and stood up, clapping his hands. "Alright, let's stop talking for now. I'll think about it later when I have a chance. I'm going to do some pull-ups."

"Goodbye, Platoon Leader."

Looking at the slightly thin and frail scholar, carrying a backpack half a person's height, his back gradually walked away.

Liang Hongjie suddenly understood why so many people in the second company were optimistic about Xiucai but not about himself as the platoon leader.

Because Xiucai has many shadows of veterans. He is the original appearance or imagined appearance of these veterans when they first joined the army.

But I am not.

As soon as he arrived at the army, he was appointed as a platoon leader, and he was very arrogant. He was in the reconnaissance company, which was the pride of the whole company. He could not fit in with the group of veterans.

Liang Hongjie raised his hand and wanted to call Chen Mo. He felt an impulse at the moment and planned to practice with Chen Mo and get up early to stick with him for a while.

But in the end, I didn't shout it out.

Lao Liang convinced himself by saying that he was still an ordnance officer and needed to take inventory of guns.

Little did he know that if he could really persist and rely on Chen Mo's momentum, he could last for a month or so.

Maybe Liang Hongjie's situation in the company can really change a lot, but then again.

There are not many people who can truly endure this boring physical torture and push themselves day after day.

This track is spacious and bright, making it a good choice for new recruits.

It’s a pity that there are not many people chosen.

"Beep-beep."

At exactly six o'clock, Chen Mo ran back to the classroom at the wake-up checkpoint.

At this time, Lao Pao had already gotten up, and the other recruits in the class were almost ready and were lining up.

Seeing Chen Mo coming back, Lao Pao urged: "Take off your backpack first and tidy up your room."

"Just a few words, have you memorized the oath for the gun granting ceremony?"

"Report, rest assured, squad leader, even if I forget my last name today, I will never forget the oath."

Yang Dali shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Report, me too." Feng Junling echoed while standing in front.

Maybe it was because we were about to be awarded guns, the atmosphere in the class was noticeably different.

"Don't talk nonsense. We'll see how you perform later." Lao Pao ignored their boasts. He waved his hand and said, "Today's morning exercises are cancelled. Meet with me in the equipment depot to get your bullet belts, grenade belts, gas masks, and shoulder bags."

"It's the same thing I said yesterday. The awarding of a rifle means that the army has recognized you and you have officially become a soldier."

"In everything you say and do, your identity as a soldier must be considered first."

"We must take good care of the equipment we are issued, and we must protect it as if it were our own life."

"Understand?"

"clear!!"

"Yes." After Lao Pao finished explaining everything to everyone, he looked at Chen Mo who was sorting out his housework inside and said, "Deputy squad leader, when you go to the equipment depot to collect equipment later, please pay attention to the procedures."

"If I'm not in the class, you'll take someone to collect them. Every gun awarded has a gun number, so you must remember it."

"Don't be dizzy. Once you've been issued a gun, you won't even be able to recognize your own gun when it's time to put it back into storage and issue it again."

"There's nothing else to do. I'll leave after I've sorted my affairs."

"Yes."

The whole class was waiting for him, and Chen Mo was quite fast.

The main reason was that he didn’t know that morning exercises were cancelled today, otherwise, he wouldn’t have come back just at the right time to get up.

Wait until Chen Mo makes the bed.

Lao Pao led them to line up and go to the equipment warehouse to register, according to the standard of one helmet, one bullet belt, one grenade belt, one shoulder bag, and one gas mask per person.

Provide them to everyone in the class.

It has to be said that the saying "clothes make the man" is quite true.

Before, new recruits only wore camouflage and military caps. Although they looked like soldiers after training, it always felt like something was missing.

Nowadays, everyone wears a helmet and combat equipment, and even if they don’t hold a gun in their hands, there is a sense of "solemnity" in the air.

When all the new recruits of the second company were brought to the training ground and assembled.

Looking at the large boxes piled up not far away, Chen Mo could clearly feel that the entire queue was beginning to become restless.

The sounds of speculation, accompanied by the movement of looking forward, almost disrupted the queue.

"quiet!!"

Cheng Dong stood in front of the queue, his fierce gaze cutting through the crowd like a knife.

The new recruits who were just restless suddenly calmed down and stood still.

"All of you, stand at attention and look to the right."

"Look ahead, take a break."

"stand at attention."

"What were you all crowding for just now, huh?!!" Cheng Dong asked calmly in the first sentence, and roared in the next sentence.

"Let me tell you, did your squad leader tell you privately that you will be qualified soldiers and fighters when you are about to be awarded rifles?"

"Bullshit, look at yourselves, how do you look like a soldier?"

"That's because your squad leader loves you and wants to coax you. Is that how you behave?"

"Do you know what a real soldier is?"

"That means standing tall and upright, being able to shoulder responsibilities, and never letting down the trust that the motherland and the people have placed in us. No matter where we go, we will be proud to be a soldier."

"A soldier's duty is to obey orders, serve the people, defend the country, and be a warrior."

"Tell me out loud, are you?"

"Yes, Captain!"

The sound of the response was deafening, dispelling the chill of the early morning air.

Even Chen Mo, who originally had no big emotions, became excited.

As one wooden box after another was opened, the gun-awarding ceremony began.

(End of this chapter)