Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 130: Capture of Prisoners, Shock at the North Gate
Chen Mo was picked to play again, and he immediately made everyone in the company depressed.

The subject of capturing prisoners is a standard subject for scouts.

When it comes to this competition, it’s a real fight.

There is no question of whether to cooperate or not. When they get the chance, they knock the person unconscious and tie them up.

Some people can wake up after being tied up, but some have trouble.

This is not an exaggeration.

Prisoner-taking subjects are generally simulated actual combat, and it is common for both sides to fight to the death.

It was much better in the 1990s. In the 1970s, this subject was more dangerous.

Just look at the scene where Captain Gao of the 7th Steel Company was grabbed by the tongue by Xu Sanduo, and you will know how uncomfortable it was. In order to avoid being captured, the enemy made a noise to alert people in the distance.

All prisoners were killed.

"Company commander, why don't we remove the scholar?" Someone nearby suggested with a frown.

"I also think the scholar should be dismissed. This kind of subject can be practiced in the company. He is still far from being able to compete in actual combat."

Another veteran made a suggestion.

When Cheng Dong heard this, he put his hands on his hips and scratched his head.

This last-minute withdrawal, even though it was a private, made the usually arrogant Captain Cheng feel a little embarrassed.

After all, the competition list was submitted by them in advance. If there was no danger, they would let their own people go up, and if there was danger, they would replace them. Is this still called a competition?
Not even embarrassing enough.

The reconnaissance company has never done anything so embarrassing.

Cheng Dong was hesitating.

Chen Mo was the first to speak up: "Captain, I'll give it a try. If it doesn't work, just give up struggling and cooperate with the arrest."

"I'm worried you won't have a chance to cooperate." Cheng Dong shook his head and continued, "We're going to change clothes and play the role of Vietnamese soldiers."

"There are thirty players on the field, six in a team, two in a group. If they can hold their post for two hours without being touched, they win."

"Do you dare to defend?"

"There's nothing to be afraid of."

Chen Mo rolled up his sleeves and patted his chest. It was not his style to lose the battle before it even started.

"Row."

"Old Yao." Cheng Dong pointed at Yao Jinghua, the squad leader of Class 8, and said, "You and Xiucai will form a team. Wang Jianyong, Wang Yajie, Liu Dong, and Hu Hai. The six of you will form a team and go to car number one. Bring your guns."

"The rules are as follows. When we get in the car, I'll tell you, I'm leaving this person in your hands. Bring him back to me in one piece. Do you understand?"

"clear!!"

These veterans are not the kind of people who waste time. Now that the team has been decided, there is nothing much to say.

Chen Mo followed Yao Jinghua, took his gun, and registered it next to the vehicle.

The place for capturing prisoners is not at the artillery range. This broken place is filled with yellow winds and there are no obstacles within a radius of 100 meters. The requirement for capturing prisoners is to kill all the enemy troops on duty outside without alerting the enemy as much as possible.

The view is so wide that there is no chance of getting close.

Therefore, Chen Mo and his team will be taken to a nearby camp by vehicle to carry out the next subjects.

Since it is a simulated combat, all their camouflage uniforms must be replaced with the enemy's K-94 uniforms, commonly known as bamboo leaf uniforms. Except for the guns, which do not need to be replaced, the helmets must also follow the competition rules.

Change to a wooden helmet like the ungrateful one.

Chen Mo didn't mind this kind of change of clothes. He just wore it.

But in the carriage, the six veterans in the team had their mouths curled up almost to their ears.

Especially veterans like Yao Jinghua, who was holding a K94 military uniform and a helmet that looked like a peaked cap.

He laughed and cursed: "Fuck, seeing this kind of clothes makes me want to pull out my gun and prepare for battle."

"You dare call this a military uniform? It's nothing like our camouflage. Wearing it makes you look like a gangster."

"Who said it wasn't?" Wang Jianyong curled his lips. "The company commander's luck is really bad. Not only did he draw the scholar twice, but he also made us draw the role of 'Yue Gouzi'."

"With this kind of clothes on, I don't have the confidence to fight with others."

"Xiucai, you and Lao Yao guard the north gate. It's the most open area," Wang Jianyong said, throwing over a map of the competition's posts. He continued, "We only have two hours. We don't know how many people will be nearby. As long as we stay alert for the next two hours, we should be fine."

Yao Jinghua is a second-class non-commissioned officer. Even if he is not among the oldest in the reconnaissance company, he is almost the oldest. The most important thing is that he is also a soldier trained by a veteran.

They are both Chen Mo's senior brothers, so let them take the easiest post.

This was also what Cheng Dong meant before departure.

Seeing that Chen Mo had changed his clothes and was sitting in the carriage studying the map, Yao Jinghua smiled and said comfortingly: "Scholar, don't be so nervous."

"You can understand 'capture a prisoner' as capturing a captive, or 'capture the tongue'."

"We'll be on duty later. You sit and I stand. The rules of this competition are very simple. As long as you don't get distracted and don't get caught on guard during your duty, you'll be fine."

"don’t worry."

"Don't worry, squad leader, I'm not worried."

Chen Mo responded casually with a gun in his arms and a map in his hand.

The competition venue was not at the artillery range. According to the markings on the map, they were in an abandoned camp seven kilometers away from the artillery range.

They have no idea where the other teams are going.

But our team of six people needs to guard the two gates of the camp, two people at each gate, and secret sentries are also needed on the sides.

To avoid being approached by others, climb over the wall from one side of the camp to enter the camp.

Because once entering the camp, the sentries at the two gates may be attacked from behind at any time, and it is difficult to defend against them.

If it is arranged like this, the two secret sentries will be the ones most likely to be caught by the enemy.

There were only six people guarding the huge camp. Chen Mo stared at the map, but something seemed wrong no matter how he looked at it.

It's not a mistake in the arrangement, but this kind of terrain is too disadvantageous.

But the number of sentry posts cannot be adjusted without permission.

When their team got on the bus and checked their names, the locations marked on the map and the checkpoints were already very clear, and there were observers watching them in real time from a distance.

Cannot be changed at will.

Seven kilometers is not a far distance, it will take about half an hour.

Chen Mo was still studying the map when the troop transport truck stopped with a creak.

Then, someone outside patted the carriage and shouted, "We've arrived. We only have ten minutes to adjust."

"Whether you're going to the restroom or exploring the surrounding terrain, be quick. You must be at the designated post in ten minutes."

No one dared to waste time.

Chen Mo jumped down from the carriage. Several veterans exchanged glances and began to disperse, each surveying the terrain around the camp.

This is the basic skill of those old scouts.

After the investigation, they will gather together and communicate with each other. Chen Mo cannot participate in this action for the time being.

Mainly the veterans, they don't believe the results of his investigation.

After all, we can't just do nothing for ten minutes. There's no way to make reconnaissance and prisoner capture in a competition-style manner that complicated.

There were no fortifications, open or hidden firing points, or minefields in the abandoned camp. There were only six of them, so there was no need to keep a strict track of their activities.

Chen Mo walked into the camp and took a stroll. There was nothing special to observe. At most, he familiarized himself with the terrain and the environment near the North Gate.

He would find a semi-dark place by himself, hold a gun, and take up his duty as a guard.

ten minutes later.

Yao Jinghua is back.

At this time, the scheduled time for the competition had already begun. He glanced at where the scholar was sitting and said nothing.

He just nodded, shouldered his gun, and plunged into the ground like a javelin.

Time passed little by little.

There was no sound around the abandoned barracks except for the occasional sound of wind.

Anyway, Chen Mo had no idea whether Yao Jinghua would be nervous or not. Cold sweat had already begun to form on his palms.

It has nothing to do with fear, it's just that I'm too nervous.

During the period of being a recruit, there is basically no need to go out on errands or stand guard. After being assigned to a company, it is other recruits who stand guard. Chen Mo hasn't stood guard for many years.

The problem is that this kind of competition subject is different from the actual guard duty in the company.

This is when you are 100% sure someone is going to attack you, but you don't know where they are.

When will it start?

Perhaps the enemy is lying in the grass more than ten meters away, staring at you like a poisonous snake, waiting for you to relax.

When Chen Mo was on duty, he was always observing the surroundings, trying his best to eliminate all suspicious places.

On their side, beneath the quiet appearance, undercurrents had already been surging.

The anti-aircraft artillery brigade arranged two teams, a total of twelve people, divided into six groups. Each person held a wooden sword in his hand and moved slightly to the outskirts of the camp.

When they were carrying out reconnaissance missions, they did not have a map provided first so that they could find out the location of the sentry post at the first time.

Before fighting, a unified tactical approach must be formulated.

For example, the two teams must have unified command, be ahead in intelligence, overlook the battlefield, and cooperate with each other to ensure final victory.

Unify command and overlook the battlefield.

There is a mountain on the left side of Chen Mo, about eight or nine hundred meters away. A group of enemies has already reached the commanding heights and is using binoculars to observe the distribution of sentries throughout the camp.

After observing the situation, one of them will run to a lower ground and use flag signals to notify his own people.

The five groups on standby were further divided into groups with pointed heads, broad ears, long necks, strong waists, and strong hips. These were common code names for reconnaissance operations.

It is somewhat similar to a code word, which prevents telegraph information from being eavesdropped on during actual combat, thereby exposing combat intentions.

The head group is similar to the path-breaking group, which is composed of engineers, reconnaissance and communication personnel. They act as pioneers in the front and arrive at the predetermined position.

The rest of the personnel moved into the passage to guard it, and the real capture of prisoners began.

Since it was a competition and the number of people in each group was limited, many of their tactical allocations were still based on the requirements of basic grouping, but in reality, their mobility had been weakened many times.

There were two people at the North Gate where Chen Mo was, one sitting and one standing, so it was not easy to catch him.

So the enemy first targeted the secret sentry on the right side of the north gate, which was under the charge of Wang Jianyong.

No one knows exactly how much time has passed since the competition began.

Old Wang at this time.

Sitting on the ground, his eyes were as sharp as a laser scanner, monitoring the movements around him.

It’s a pity that the biggest shortcoming of the secret sentry is that since he is not in the open, it is impossible for him to look around like a rattle.

Avoid exposure.

His position had been locked down by the enemy, who had searched inch by inch through a telescope from a distant mountain.

About fourteen meters behind Wang Jianyong, a figure slowly rose from the grass.

The other party bent over, clenched his fists, and stared at Lao Wang's back with a falcon-like gaze.

When moving, lift your feet high and lower them gently, approaching slowly.

As the squad leader of the 14th squad of the reconnaissance company, Wang Jianyong is not a very experienced soldier, but he still has basic vigilance.

Just as he vaguely sensed that something was wrong, his muscles tensed up, he subconsciously clenched the barrel of the 81 rifle in his hand, swung his hands in circles, and was about to smash it backwards.

The people behind sped up and rushed forward.

One was a sudden reaction, the other was planned long ago, and the result is predictable.

The opponent pounced and knocked Wang Jianyong to the ground. Before Wang could react, his neck was twisted to the side and he was punched hard on the back of his head.

Poor old Wang, just as he was about to shout something, the words were stuck in his throat and he passed out.

The enemy behind him pressed his right leg on his cervical vertebrae, and wrapped Wang Jianyong's right hand from the front of his neck to the back, took out a rope and tied it around his right wrist, then wrapped the rope around his neck again, passed it through, and tied his left hand behind his back.

In the blink of an eye, the whole person was tied up like a dumpling.

The enemy took out a rag from his pocket, grabbed Lao Wang's head, pried open his mouth, and stuffed the rag into his mouth.

After taking the prisoner, he lay on the ground and listened for a long time to make sure there were no footsteps nearby.

Then he carried the person on his back, bent his waist and quickly disappeared into the grass.

There are six people in the group, one less.

Chen Mo still had no idea, and nothing happened at the North Gate either.

But the enemy's actions will not stop there.

The head-tip group succeeded, and the next step was the cooperation between the scouts and the medical staff of the neck-tip group to move towards another secret post.

The North Gate Post will also be cleared by other groups.

At this time, in an open space three kilometers away from Beimengang, Cheng Dong stood next to a jeep, looking up and gazing into the distance.

Standing in front of Cheng Dong were six or seven veterans from the reconnaissance company who had come to watch the fun.

"Captain, do you think that Xiucai guy can still be so lucky this time? Damn it, why is it that when they were picking people to play, so many of us couldn't get the chance and were only focused on him?"

One of the veterans was so anxious that he jumped onto the roof of the jeep and was almost jumping to speak.

Capturing prisoners is a basic subject for scouts. It is precisely because of this foundation that the strength between companies can be best reflected.

The previous subjects are all individual battles, and winning or losing depends entirely on your own ability.

The show can only be performed on stage, so there is no need for them to be so anxious.

But if they try to capture prisoners by opening a breakthrough through Xiucai, all six members of the team will be in danger.

They have competed in so many competitions before, but there has never been a record of the entire team being wiped out.

At worst, there should be one or two left, right?
"Damn, why are you so anxious?" Cheng Dong turned his head with a cigarette butt in his mouth and suddenly saw the veteran standing on the roof of the car.

Captain Cheng's mouth twitched with heartache.

"Get off me, you bastard! This is the car our brigade only got last year, you wasting money."

Faced with the company commander's angry scolding, the old soldier shuddered all over and was no longer anxious.

Just as he was about to get out of the car, he looked up and saw a military vehicle coming towards him in the distance.

"Company Commander, there's a car!"

"where?"

Cheng Dong was stunned when he heard this. If a car came at this time, it meant that his man had been successfully caught.

Is it one, or a group?
Or, only the scholar was arrested?

Since the detailed arrangements for the competition were made in the carriages after departure, Cheng Dong was not clear about the specific situation.

He only knew that in the area ahead, Chen Mo's team was competing.

When he suddenly heard a car coming, Captain Cheng stopped smoking, threw it on the ground, and quickly walked towards the direction pointed by the veteran on the roof of the car.

There was indeed a car coming, and it was a troop transport truck.

Wait for the car to stop nearby.

The people driving the car suddenly saw a company commander standing there, with six or seven veterans following him. How could they dare to stop the car and stay any longer?

The driver patted the car, indicating that the person should be put down, then the truck made a sharp turn and drove away.

It rushed over in a flash, and in the blink of an eye, it ran a hundred meters away, rolling up dust.

I can't do it without running.

Don’t even bother talking about whether we should compete or not. You beat up the veteran soldier like that and tied him up in a terrible way. You really met an unreasonable person.

If I slap you twice in the face, can you still fight back?

Everyone in the army protects their own people, and they all know what's going on.

At first, when Cheng Dong went over, he didn't think there was anything wrong with the other person running.

When he got closer, he saw Wang Jianyong lying on the ground.

He kicked his legs but couldn't get up, and his whole face was almost buried in the pile of dirt. Cheng Dong was also shocked and hurried over to help him up.

"Damn it, you were the first one to be caught?"

Cheng Dong watched as the ropes on Wang Jianyong were untied and the rag in his mouth was pulled out, and he was so angry that he almost smoked.

"Damn it, aren't you ashamed? You got caught and then you threw it back. Where's the gun?"

Needless to say, the location of Chengdong Station is exactly where the prisoners are concentrated.

They left in such a hurry just now that they must have forgotten to return the gun. We have to wait until the competition is over and then Captain Cheng will have to shamelessly go and ask for it back.

Wang Jianyong also knew that he had not been vigilant enough just now. He raised his hand awkwardly and touched the back of his head, where there was a bump from the punch.

Even now, it still hurts a little when I touch it.

"Don't just stand there, tell me how you guys allocate it specifically."

Cheng Dong frowned and asked. Lao Wang didn't dare to waste time. He immediately squatted down, picked up a wooden stick on the ground, and drew the approximate terrain near the camp.

Then he pointed out the locations of two sentry posts and two secret sentries.

I heard that the north gate where Xiucai and Yao Jinghua were located was at the innermost side, and the nearby secret sentries had been removed.

Cheng Dong knew that the other party’s next move would definitely be at the North Gate.

There is no basis for this, it's purely the scout's intuition.

Even the secret sentries were removed, and one of the two people guarding the north gate was a private.

In a competition, if there is no need to consider the battle situation, the easiest outposts will definitely be dealt with first. After all, no one would go for the hardest one right at the beginning.

"The scholar is in trouble."

Cheng Dong only said this, then put his hands behind his back and said nothing more.

Several veterans nearby stared at the distribution map on the ground, nodded, and stopped talking.

It is obvious that the North Gate Post has been targeted, and it depends on whether they can hold on.

And at this time.

Chen Mo, who was on guard duty at the north gate, still had his eyes wide open as he looked around at the surrounding environment.

Being on duty is actually quite boring. You either have to stand for two hours or sit for two hours. It is difficult for people who have not been trained to understand this kind of pain.

I stared for a long time, but there was no movement.

Chen Mo loosened his grip on the gun and raised his hand to rub his eyes when two more heads popped out from the side in the bushes in the camp.

The four gazes were like poisonous snakes, only six or seven meters away from Chen Mo.

The other party just started.

I don’t know if Chen Mo did it on purpose or if he really wanted to stretch.

The moment of twisting the body sideways.

The three of them looked at each other, and both sides were stunned for a moment.
"Hold!!"

Chen Mo was so startled that he jumped up from the rock and pulled the bolt of the gun with a "click".

He really didn't expect that there was someone lying in front of him.

(End of this chapter)