Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 136 Just based on this reputation, the achievement is well-deserved.

"Water, get me some water."

On his way to the finish line, Cheng Dong did not forget to arrange for the cadres behind him to take care of the soldiers who had been running all day.

Actually, he didn't need to say it.

Liang Hongjie, who was closest to Chen Mo, had already taken the water bottle off his neck and squatted down in front of him.

"Well done, scholar! You've made it to the top of the list!" Old Liang said happily, reaching out to help Chen Mo sit up and bringing the water bottle to his lips.

At this moment, Chen Mo had no strength left to respond.

Only when he felt the sweet taste of fresh water enter his mouth did he manage to lift his hand to hug the kettle and gulp down most of it.

My strength has recovered somewhat.

Chen Mo braced himself with his hands on the ground, forcing himself to sit up straight.

"Are you alright, scholar? How did you feel about participating in this martial arts competition?"

Cheng Dong stood to the side with a smile and asked.

Before Chen Mo could respond, Company Commander Cheng continued, "Can you still get up?"

"If you can, get up and hand over the drawing you made to those comrades wearing armbands. Then, you there, Xiao Liang will take you to rest."

"The barracks and dormitories here are all ready."

"can!"

Chen Mo took off his backpack, found the blueprints he had drawn, picked them up, and stood up. He also had to hand over the backpack, as the first aid kit, bedding, and other items inside belonged to the anti-aircraft artillery unit.

The comprehensive exercise is over, so it definitely needs to be returned.

Not only do they have to return it, but they also have to weigh it.

Seeing Chen Mo stagger to his feet, go over to line up to hand in his documents, and register, I watched as he did so.

Cheng Dong stood there, arms crossed, and smiled, saying, "This kid really exceeded my expectations."

"They actually made it to the finish line."

"In this competition, Xiucai's performance should catch the attention of the training team of the military unit."

"Maybe."

Upon hearing this, Huo Linshan nodded and smiled, "You make such a grand statement, but if the training team really needs to transfer people, are you willing to let some go?"

When asked whether he was willing to give it up, Cheng Dong didn't respond. He kept staring into the distance, lost in thought.
Whether or not he releases people is not something he can decide.

Xiucai was a soldier assigned to the company by Political Commissar He, and ultimately it depends on what the commissar says.

Speaking from my heart.

Cheng Dong values ​​talent, but he will not deliberately hinder the development of new comrades.

Military-level training teams or higher-level training teams are places that ordinary people can't get into.

Once selected, it will definitely be a more promising career path than being in a grassroots reconnaissance company.

In the military, if you want to advance smoothly, you can only continuously improve your professional skills, physical fitness, and military skills.

This was just a spur-of-the-moment idea Cheng Dong came up with after seeing the scholar's performance.

The specific military region is currently busy with the military parade, so it's uncertain whether the training team will even notice this competition.

Cheng Dongli stood there for a while.

He started running around asking the veterans in the company about the details of the competition.

Meanwhile, Chen Mo...

After lining up to hand in the blueprints and backpacks, they also handed in their guns, ammunition belts, and grenade belts.

The final camp is an anti-aircraft artillery battalion under the command of the anti-aircraft artillery brigade. The dormitories and the canteen where dinner is served have been prepared.

Considering the soldiers participating, because the competition consumed too much of their energy.

There wasn't any gathering at the camp; Chen Mo just ate a few large meat buns and drank some hot soup.

I ran to the camp's bathhouse, used the hot water stored in those black water tanks on the roof to take a nice bath, and washed all the military uniforms I had worn for the competition.

After hanging it in the dormitory, I lay down on the bed, and then everything went black and I knew nothing more.

This competition was probably the most tiring one Chen Mo had ever experienced since joining the army.

Not to mention waking up in the middle of the night.

I crawled into bed as soon as it got dark and slept until six o'clock the next day, when the wake-up call sounded, and I barely opened my eyes.

"Beep-beep!!"

"get up!!"

The loud whistle woke up the entire anti-aircraft artillery battalion, as well as the soldiers of the reconnaissance company.

Chen Mo rubbed his eyes, ignoring the soreness in his body, and quickly dressed and got out of bed.

Actually, the place he slept in couldn't really be called a bed. The anti-aircraft artillery battalion didn't have that much space to provide accommodation for hundreds of people. For temporary rest, they would stay in people's study rooms, auditoriums, or similar places.

Everyone slept on the floor, in a row.

Dozens of people live in one room.

They all put on their clothes, hats, and belts, and ran out quickly.

"Clean up the house for them, clean the floor, open the windows for ventilation, and we'll assemble at the training ground later."

An official outside loudly reminded them.

The martial arts competition just ended, and they're being asked to assemble right after waking up. It's clearly related to the closing ceremony of the competition.

Chen Mo folded up the bedding that was spread on the ground, neatly stacked it against the wall, and ran with the crowd toward the training ground.

All the way to the past.

The people on the Seventh Division's side were clearly more excited, practically jumping for joy as they walked. How could they not be happy?

During the martial arts competition, they fought with all their might, sometimes going two days and one night without food or drink, and could only rest on the ground.

But all that hard work has paid off.

They were first in many individual events, and overall, the company's performance was definitely number one, not far behind.

When we gather here, it's time to enjoy the honor.

At the entrance to the training ground, several columns converged like streams, and the three companies consciously divided into three squares.

The anti-aircraft artillery battalion stopped doing morning exercises, and many soldiers gathered at the edge of the training ground, craning their necks to watch the spectacle.

But the crowd dared not get too close, and all gathered at a distance to look around.

As for the reason, it's quite simple.

The person who presided over the closing ceremony of the reconnaissance company's competition was Feng Hongbing, the brigade commander of their anti-aircraft artillery brigade.

The brigade commander was standing here, and all the officers in the battalion were incredibly nervous. Who would bother to come closer and take a look if there was nothing else going on?

On the flag-raising platform at the training ground.

On a row of tables covered with red velvet, there were more than a dozen silver-white trophies and several banners.

Just as Chen Mo finished lining up in formation, Cheng Dong strode over and patted him on the shoulder: "Scholar, you'll be a representative when you go on stage to receive the trophy later."

"When you go on stage, walk with a bit more confidence."

"Yes, Captain!"

Nobody knows how they walk with such confidence; we just do whatever the company commander tells us to do.

After the queue is in place.

Accompanied by a group of cadres, Feng Hongbing strode to the flag-raising platform.

His gaze swept across the ranks below the stage, a smile on his face, and he said loudly, "Comrades, you have truly opened my eyes to this competition."

“In the past, I often heard people say that reconnaissance soldiers are the hardest-working, most versatile, and most capable comrades. They can come and go without a trace, like lightning and a gentle breeze. They dare to swim across waters a thousand feet deep and climb mountains ten thousand feet high.”

"After seeing it for myself, I can confirm that its reputation is well-deserved."

"Especially the reconnaissance company of the old 7th Division, you are an old unit that has been carried on from the War of Resistance Against Japan. From your performance in the past two days, I have seen a lot of precious spirit and heritage, which are reflected at all times."

"If you ask me, this is how soldiers should be. I am also a veteran; we are all soldiers of the people, soldiers of the motherland."

Brigade Commander Feng's words were full of praise for the Kuchi Reconnaissance Company. Although he was not the brigade commander of the 7th Armored Brigade, he was still a deputy division-level officer in the field.

Being highly recognized and praised made the veterans standing in line stand up straight with pride.

In an instant, a raging fire seemed to ignite in their eyes as they looked up at the flagpole, striving to embody the spirit and energy that an outstanding company should possess.

"Alright, the duel is over."

"Now, I will announce the results," Feng Hongbing said, taking the list handed to him by the cadre behind him and glancing at it.

Zhen Sheng said, "In this competition between our anti-aircraft artillery brigade and armored brigade reconnaissance soldiers, the company that won first place collectively is the 3rd Armored Reconnaissance Company."

"Congratulations."

boom! !

With Feng Hongbing leading the applause, Chen Mo and the others below the stage clapped even more enthusiastically, using all their strength, even the strength they used to suckle.

There was thunderous applause.

However, the intensity was only relative; the soldiers of the 6th Artillery Reconnaissance Company and the 4th Instrument Reconnaissance Company of the Anti-Aircraft Artillery Brigade looked quite grim.

Even when they clapped, it sounded somewhat perfunctory.

There's no way around it, it's just embarrassing.

They were competing on their home turf, conserving their energy while waiting for the 7th Division's company to travel hundreds of kilometers by car to come over.

Despite having the advantage of favorable timing, location, and support, they suffered repeated setbacks, struggling to even crack the top three in any subject, let alone win first place.

Their own leader stood on the stage and read out the names of other units that had won first place.

If they can still be enthusiastic under these circumstances, then they really need more practice.

Feng Hongbing was indeed not very comfortable inside, but he was a pure soldier and didn't have many ulterior motives.

Even if the outcome of such a competition didn't require him, a brigade commander, to step forward and announce it, any deputy regimental or regimental-level officer dispatched from headquarters could easily handle it.

But he still stood on the stage.

But the most heartbreaking part is yet to come.

As the applause subsided, Feng Hongbing looked at the list in his hand and continued in a resounding voice, "Next, I will announce the first place winners for each subject."

"Comrades whose names are heard, please come up to the stage."

"In the five-kilometer race with full gear, Liu Dong from the 3rd Armored Reconnaissance Company came in first place."

"Obstacle shooting, first place overall, Chen Mo from the Armored Reconnaissance Company 3."

"First place in individual capture, Chen Mo from the 3rd Armored Reconnaissance Company."

"Hu Hai, Armored Reconnaissance Company 3, ranked first in all subjects in applied shooting."

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The names of the subjects were read out one by one.

Cheng Dong, who was standing at attention to the side, suddenly sprang up like a startled rabbit and ran to Chen Mo.

With a proud look on his face, he reached out to straighten Chen Mo's collar, which he had straightened almost eight hundred times.

"Quickly, you're the only one to get first place in two events in this competition. When you go on stage, you have to stand tall and straighten your back. Go on."

"Yes, Captain."

Chen Mo stood at attention, saluted, and then strode out of the ranks.

These past two days, after continuous competitions, not to mention his own company, everyone was amazed by Xiucai's abilities.

Even the other two companies knew that a private had actually fought the veterans to a standstill in the reconnaissance competition.

And he had incredible luck, actually getting first place in two subjects.

As the private stepped out of the ranks, the surrounding gazes were filled with envy, amazement, but also obvious provocation and resentment.

Especially the people from the anti-aircraft artillery brigade, they were so embarrassed, a group of veterans with black faces, almost turning purplish-brown.

After more than a dozen subjects were completed, only three subjects were not won by the armored brigade.

Some people in the formation breathed a sigh of relief; at least they weren't completely wiped out.

Some people sighed and said, "It's even more embarrassing to have three people go up there."

But Cheng Dong was really showing off. As soon as Brigade Commander Feng announced the end, he took the lead in applauding in front of the ranks.

The applause erupted like a tsunami, instantly drowning out all other sounds in the room.

Amidst the deafening noise, Chen Mo strode confidently up to the flagpole.

this moment.

No matter how calm Chen Mo usually is, when he stepped up the stairs to the applause and stood on the high platform, looking at the hundreds of different faces staring at him below.

His chest swelled with pride and boundless ambition.

All the fatigue, hunger, and sleepiness during the competition, all the hardships, vanished the moment I stepped back onto the stage.

A young person's dream is a grand encounter; youth has no price. Perhaps at this moment, this statement is perfectly embodied in Chen Mo.

Among the dozen or so soldiers on the stage.

Chen Mo's figure exudes youthfulness and passion.

The trophy is silver-white, with a red five-pointed star in the center, and the words "August 1st" engraved inside the star.

It was quite dazzling, contrasting sharply with Chen Mo's radiant appearance.

The applause finally stopped after a long time.

Feng Hongbing turned his head and looked at the crowd behind him. As if he suddenly remembered something, he smiled and said, "I almost forgot, the biggest shock to me in this competition was not just the old comrades from the Seventh Division."

"The new comrade has impressed me as well."

"Comrade Chen Mo performed exceptionally well during the competition, always striving to be the best. We often emphasize that the competition field is the battlefield."

"In this competition, Comrade Chen Mo overcame various difficulties and challenges with his tenacious perseverance and courage, and proved his ability with his actions."

"It also showcases the excellent qualities and spirit of our new comrades."

"Comrades, would you like to get to know this private?"

Feng Hongbing was asking about the two companies in the anti-aircraft artillery brigade.

During the previous competition, many people knew that this private knew the brigade commander, and some even speculated about it privately.

Without waiting for anyone to respond.

Brigade Commander Feng took two steps back, raised his hand and patted Chen Mo on the shoulder, and said loudly, "You may not have heard of him because his name is Chen Mo, but he has another name."

"That's the scholar, the one who caught three spies before the New Year and was awarded a second-class merit."

"This young comrade is quite something."

This was accompanied by Feng Lü's introduction.

Below the stage, the gazes of many veterans from the artillery reconnaissance and instrument reconnaissance companies as they looked at Chen Mo gradually changed from initial jealousy, resentment, and unwillingness to clearing their eyes and revealing their shock.

Indeed, very few people have heard of the name Chen Mo.

But when it comes to the scholar who caught spies, he was famous throughout the entire army.

After all, how can a new recruit get a second-class merit award before even starting their unit training?

He learned that the soldier on the stage was the scholar.

Many soldiers in the anti-aircraft artillery brigade stopped being jealous and gradually accepted the abilities he demonstrated in this competition.

So what if they don't accept it?

The entire army only produced this one beast-like recruit, and even many people in the army headquarters knew about it.

Just because of this commotion.

If someone can achieve a ranking in the competition, then they truly deserve it.

(End of this chapter)