Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 132 Full Power, You Still Want to Rest?

The people from the nearby anti-aircraft artillery brigade were also somewhat bewildered by Cheng Dong's explosive temper, and the group looked at each other in confusion.

For a moment, everyone stood there stunned and no one uttered a sound.

I've seen people turn on you ruthlessly before, but I've never seen someone turn on you so quickly.

Little did they know that just moments before, when Wang Jianyong was thrown off the vehicle, head down, his face buried in the dirt...

Our Company Commander Cheng was already seething with anger.

You want to have a martial arts competition? Fine, have a competition then. But this is just too damn bullying.

How could you just leave someone on the ground and run away?

They've just arrived at the competition venue, and now their two members are surrounded by a group of people who are shouting at them, telling them they can't leave.

That's how it's done.

If Cheng Dong could tolerate this, he wouldn't be himself.

The officer in charge of maintaining discipline during the competition nearby was named Zhu Guang'an, and Old Zhu was quite helpless.

He originally called Cheng Dong over because during the martial arts competition, some veterans from the company were unreasonable and beat people too badly at the South Gate post. After capturing them, they were unwilling to release them.

They were thinking of having the company commander come and mediate.

Who would have thought that this company commander had an even more fiery temper than those guys at the South Gate?

Zhu Guang'an noticed that the situation was not going well.

He hurriedly walked up to Cheng Dong, smiling apologetically, and said, "Um, Company Commander Cheng, let's not misunderstand."

"They're just in a hurry. Comrades, you're all talking nonsense. The competition was supposed to last for two hours, but it's over now."

As he spoke, Lao Zhu pointed to his wristwatch and announced loudly, "Comrades, I hereby declare that this first team's capture exercise has concluded after two hours."

"It's alright, it's alright, don't be impulsive."

Liu Dong and Hu Hai, who were standing at the south gate, both looked up at Cheng Dong at the same time.

Logically, the enemies they captured should be returned after the competition ends, as is the rule of the competition.

But now the two sides are on the verge of war.

Are they going to release them or not?
As Cheng Dong listened to Zhu Guang'an speaking from the side, his eyes remained fixed upwards, his face filled with murderous intent, and he did not respond to a single word.

He just stood there with his hands on his hips.

A group of veterans, their clothes worn inside out, were eager to get started and ready for a big fight.

Cheng Dong didn't mean to cause trouble.

It's normal for fights to break out during reconnaissance company competitions, and it's also normal for someone to occasionally go too far.

In the past, when the Seventh Division held its own internal competitions, the two companies would sometimes fight so fiercely that they would end up throwing stools at each other in the stands.

It was common for the political instructor of one company to be punched by the quartermaster of another company and end up in the division hospital for two days.

Cheng Dong is demonstrating the toughness of the company.

After all, they traveled all the way from Hedong to Xiaocheng, not to be bullied like this.

More importantly, the officers on duty in the anti-aircraft artillery brigade were not qualified, and Cheng Dong had not yet found a reason to back down.

As the atmosphere on the scene grew increasingly tense, both sides stared at each other with wide eyes, and a major battle was about to break out.

What would happen if this were to actually happen?

Several companies were fighting each other. If a real battle broke out, no one could control it, and it might even alarm the military region.

Standing at a distance, Chen Mo pondered for a moment, and he guessed the company commander's current predicament.

Our former confidential secretaries weren't just there for nothing; they had to be very observant.

Given the current situation, a real war is impossible.

Ultimately, this isn't the 7th Armored Brigade. If a fight really breaks out, who can bear the consequences?

After figuring out what was going on...

Chen Mo immediately carried the two prisoners he had tied up on his back and dragged them to Cheng Dong.

Then he straightened up. Since he was wearing his clothes inside out, there was no need to salute. He simply straightened his posture and said loudly, "Reporting to the company commander, I also caught two more at the north gate."

Looking at the two people being dragged over in front of him.

Cheng Dong was stunned for a moment. He had been full of anger just now, but when he saw the old soldier tied up on the ground, he was taken aback.

This isn't an act; I genuinely felt surprised.

Holy crap, who wouldn't be stunned to see a private dragging over two sergeants, all tied up like dumplings?

The visual impact is just too strong.

"Did you catch these?" Cheng Dong pointed at the two people on the ground, his anger having subsided considerably.

He feels good as long as his people don't suffer any losses.

"Yes, Company Commander." Yao Jinghua was a beat slow to react, but he quickly realized what Xiucai was thinking and ran over from a distance.

He continued, "The scholar tied both of them up; I only assisted from the side."

"Haha, good, good, good!!"

Cheng Dong laughed and patted Chen Mo on the shoulder: "Not bad, kid, you can even capture prisoners on your own now?"

"Now that the course is over, let them go."

As he spoke, Cheng Dong waved to the two veterans at the south gate, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a satisfying puff.

He tossed the remaining half-packet to Chen Mo, then turned and left.

The anti-aircraft artillery brigade members stared at the group of thugs with grim expressions, who were grinning as they put their uniforms back on. They couldn't say anything more.

What the hell are you talking about?

Four of our men are still tied up.

Two of them were even tied up by privates, which made them so ashamed that they didn't dare to look up.

They quickly untied their own people and helped them leave.

Just as Chen Mo was about to turn his military uniform inside out and put it on, Yao Jinghua, who was standing next to him, curled his lip, snatched the K-94 military uniform from his hand, wrapped it around his arm in a few quick movements, and laughed: "What's the point of a wolf cub wearing a military uniform?"

"Come on, let's wear our own clothes."

“Yeah, this damn outfit looks really weird.” Liu Dong walked over with a smile, glanced at Chen Mo and said, “Not bad, scholar. I thought you guys at the North Gate had been arrested too.”

"It's not easy to capture two veterans."

When praised to his face by the veteran, Chen Mo just chuckled and didn't respond.

Not to mention how much effort it took to catch these two people, it wasn't entirely his doing.

If Yao Jinghua hadn't been there to restrain him, he wouldn't have been able to handle those two people who suddenly appeared in front of him on his own.

The men ran to the truck that had transported them, climbed into the cargo compartment, and changed back into their military uniforms.

Overall.

In this subject, their team completely defeated their opponents.

The team consisted of six people. Two sentries were lost, but the south and north gate posts were unharmed, and four prisoners were captured.

According to the observers' records, Chen Mo essentially captured two prisoners, which was definitely a major victory.

But don't forget.

In the capture exercise, the reconnaissance company had a total of 30 people participating, divided into five teams of six.

The kind of reconnaissance and patrol work that Chen Mo and his team did at their posts wasn't something that all five teams could do consistently.

There's some truth to the claim that capture and capture is more difficult than obstacle shooting.

Some squads disguise themselves in the loess soil or distant woods, and as long as they are not captured by the enemy within a certain time, they win.

But this subject is also the most difficult.

They are reconnaissance soldiers, and so are the other side; their training subjects are basically the same.

Who can really be worse than whom?

When Chen Mo and his team returned to the artillery range in a truck, the other five squads had already returned.

Looking at the company commander, who had been all smiles when he left, now had a cold expression on his face.

Without daring to delay, the group hurriedly returned to their ranks and stood at attention.

Cheng Dong stood at the front of the line, hands on his hips, pacing back and forth several times, appearing extremely agitated.

Once all thirty people for the capture exercise had arrived, he suddenly stopped, raised his right hand, pointed at the ranks, and cursed, "Damn it, look at your pathetic results, huh?"

"I won't name names, I'm giving you some face."

"Two against one, and you still let them take one of you down? Li Zhigang, you son of a bitch, you have the nerve to call yourself a member of the reconnaissance company? I'm ashamed for you."

"And that guy, Wang Jianyong, our company has never encountered such a humiliating thing before, being tied up like a piglet and thrown off the truck."

"Damn it, when I have you guys training, you all act like you're the best in the whole army, but when it comes to actually going into battle, can you even do it?"

"Hey you, even a scholar can capture two prisoners, look at you guys."

Just as Cheng Dong was getting into a tirade, he suddenly praised the scholar.

Standing in the queue, Chen Mo instantly felt all eyes turn to him.

How to describe the feeling? In short, it was very uncomfortable, being stared at by a group of old hands, making me feel very uncomfortable.

"Damn it, what are you looking at? You think it's all so glorious?"

"The next subject is about to start, I don't have time to waste with you guys."

"I'll settle accounts with you when we get back. Disband!!"

With new subjects introduced, the company commander needed to draw lots again. Subsequent subjects and playing numbers were all randomized. Chen Mo wasn't under much psychological pressure; if he was drawn, he would play, and if he wasn't, there was nothing he could do.

He had just sat down on the ground, ready to catch his breath and rest, when a group of veterans who had just been on the field immediately swarmed around him like leeches.

"Scholar, the company commander just said you caught two, is that true?"

"How did those two people fall into your hands?"

"Did you launch a sneak attack, kid?"

A cacophony of voices exploded in my ears.

Clearly, these veterans didn't believe he could capture two enemies by himself.

Faced with everyone's questions, Chen Mo remained calm and sat down on the ground with an air of nonchalance.

He drank water when he was supposed to and rested when he was supposed to, completely ignoring the veterans' comments.

It's not that he's impolite, nor that he doesn't want to get along with these guys.

The main problem is that these guys are always making fun of the new recruits when they have nothing better to do.

Other new comrades basically don't get close to them, so they choose him for everything.

"Hey, scholar, seriously, how exactly did you catch those two?"

Wang Jianyong, who had been punched in the back, was still rubbing his head and felt a slight pain. He plopped down in front of Chen Mo and asked him what was wrong.

Chen Mo had a good relationship with Lao Wang in private, so he couldn't just not respond. Anyway, he had been keeping everyone in suspense for a while.

He chuckled and vividly recounted how he had helped Lao Yao capture prisoners.

After hearing about the scholar's remarkable feat, Yao Jinghua remained relatively calm, as he knew the whole story.

He just pursed his lips and didn't say anything more.

The group of veterans around him were stunned for a long time.

Then a number of people raised their index fingers, pointed at Chen Mo with disgust, and said, "Scholar, you are really shameless."

"Exactly, they're a disgrace to us reconnaissance soldiers."

"Who said I'm a disgrace?" Chen Mo immediately perked up when he heard a group of veterans teasing him.

"The company commander said that only those who survive have the right to judge. Even if I'm not the best, I still managed to take care of two. What about you guys?"

"Depend on!!"

A group of veterans got up with disgusted expressions, and no one paid any attention to the scholar anymore.

No matter how much he complained, the scholar had captured two prisoners, which was a real achievement.

This left a group of veterans quite frustrated, feeling that this kid's luck was just too damn incredible.

After all, given the circumstances at the time.

If those on guard duty cannot detect enemy activity immediately, even the most experienced soldiers will not be able to react in time to an attack.

They would inevitably rush up to him, slap him unconscious, tie him up tightly, and take him away as a prisoner.

As for Yao Jinghua, in a two-on-one fight, many veterans in the company still acknowledged Yao's skill.

But this only applies to frontal attacks; if you try to launch a sneak attack, you'll still be defeated.

It is for this reason.

Yao Jinghua remained silent afterward, because the scholar's contribution to the situation at the North Gate was indeed greater than his.

The fact that they were aware of this in advance was already a huge help.

Now, we're about to move on to the next subject.

Some people who hadn't yet had a turn were constantly praying that they would be drawn soon, and that the scholar wouldn't have to take the stage again.

That son of a bitch is too lucky; he got good results twice in a row.

If this continues, damn it, when we get back to the company after the competition, the company commander will definitely put the whole company through a month of grueling training.

Perhaps it was the prayers of many veterans that had an effect, or perhaps there were other rules involved in the random selection.

When Cheng Dong returned, Chen Mo got up and ran over to him, asking, "Company Commander, am I going to be there this time?"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Dong glanced at Chen Mo.

He couldn't help but laugh and said, "Alright, kid, don't be so greedy."

"You're not in the next round. To be honest, it would be a real loss if you didn't participate in this one."

As he spoke, Cheng Dong waved the roster in his hand and said, "The next event is shooting. There isn't enough space, so we'll have thirty people on the field again."

As the company commander began reading out the name tags one by one, the veteran who was chosen was so excited that he almost wanted to punch his own chest like a gorilla.

When Chen Mo heard about the subject "applied shooting," he was speechless.

Don't be fooled by the fact that these veterans were envious of him and said he was lucky. In fact, so far, only four events have been played in this competition.

Chen Mo played in two games, and it seemed to go well.

If you look closely, it's not bad at all. The 5-kilometer run with full gear was his best subject, but he didn't participate.

Shooting is also their forte, but it hasn't been deployed yet.

In short, this application shooting involves using various firearms at different distances and in various shooting postures.

The subjects tested soldiers' basic skills, and the overall difficulty was much easier than the 100-meter obstacle course shooting.

Obstacle shooting tests not only shooting ability, but also requires a high level of mental preparedness and consideration of various complex environments.

The course requirements are similar to obstacle shooting, except that you will be handling more firearms.

The applied shooting included rapid fire of a pistol at 25 meters for 15 seconds, and shooting in different positions with a rifle within 150 meters. The last item was shooting with the Type 88 sniper rifle at 150 head targets, 250-meter chest ring targets, and 400-meter humanoid targets.

Those who can compete in this subject, including Chen Mo, can all achieve an accuracy of 98 rings or higher.

When it comes to the actual competition, it's not just about precision, but also about who is faster and who has better physical fitness.

Without the external interference of obstacle shooting, it's a pure competition. It's a real shame I couldn't participate.

With all thirty men selected for the fourth round, the company commander led his men into the arena.

Chen Mo sighed and sat down on the ground next to him with a sense of helplessness.

"Don't be so discouraged," Wang Jianyong said, noticing the scholar's sullen expression.

He suppressed a smile and leaned closer to comfort her, saying, "You've already played twice, you should be content."

"Haha, I don't know why, but seeing you look so unhappy makes me want to laugh."

Chen Mo:
Damn, is this what you call comforting someone?
"Squad leader, you didn't play either, did you?" Chen Mo continued, his tone cutting. "At least I played two games, but you only played one and got captured."

"Squad leader, are you still in pain?"

Wang Jianyong:
The laughter abruptly stopped; the two brothers had really hurt each other.

"Damn it, you're a real piece of work." Wang Jianyong cursed as he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and tossed one to Chen Mo.

Then, the two of them looked at the rapid-fire pistol range in the distance, where the players were already preparing.

Their resentment wasn't something they were deliberately putting on.

Chen Mo made no attempt to hide his abilities; there were some things he couldn't admit, but there were some things he had to demonstrate.

What kind of place is the military?

Here, even if you have ten points of ability, you must at least produce fifteen points of results to convince your comrades and gain the attention of your superiors.

The "pretend to be weak to fool others" tactic doesn't work in the military; if you keep pretending, you can easily end up actually becoming a pig.

The distant, crackling sounds of gunfire echoed through the air. The afternoon's capture-the-capture exercise had taken up a significant amount of time.

Adding to the gloom, Chen Mo looked up at the sky, which seemed to be on the verge of wind.

He turned to look at Wang Jianyong: "Squad leader, after this applied shooting exercise, are there any other subjects?"

"This artillery range doesn't look like it has dormitories. Where are we going to stay tonight?"

"Pooh!"

When asked, Old Wang casually spat out a mouthful of dust that had been blown into his mouth by the wind, and scoffed, "Still want to stay? Stay my ass."

"From the start of the competition, it's all about going all out; there's no time to rest."

"The training will not stop. There will be other training sessions at night. We will keep competing until the end, when we will have a reconnaissance team exercise. Everyone will participate."

"Don't even think about resting, it's impossible. If you're tired, just find a sheltered spot and lie down on the ground when you're not playing."

"Do you remember the 'bitter lunch' we had at noon? You think we could finish all those baskets of fried noodles in one meal?"

"This is the rations for the next two or even three days. The competition is not about how well you train; in the end, it's all about willpower."

"Otherwise, do you think we drove hundreds of kilometers from the east bank of the river just to compete with their anti-aircraft guns and see who can shoot more accurately or who is better at capturing prisoners?"

“If it’s about this, there are plenty of companies you can go to, there’s no need to travel this far.”

Listening to Old Wang's narration.

Chen Mo took a breath; this was the first time he had ever heard of such a thing.

Are reconnaissance soldiers really this fierce in their skills competition?

No wonder the instructor smiled and encouraged us when we set off, saying that in the warm spring sunshine, it was the perfect time to train hard and become elite soldiers.

He initially thought he would just have a martial arts contest, rather than talking about rigorous training.

Looking back now, it seems quite necessary.

In the end, a contest of martial arts comes down to willpower.

If that's the case, he can't just keep waiting for notifications. A martial arts competition can last for 24 or even 48 hours.

Even the most physically fit person can't withstand this kind of endurance.

(End of this chapter)