Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 137 Is this a prelude to settling scores later?

Soldiers value martial prowess; this is a tradition.

When it came time to receive the trophies, he saw a dozen soldiers on the stage each holding a trophy, while the scholar held two trophies, one in each hand.

The anti-aircraft artillery brigade looked up, and after a long while, they pursed their lips, having nothing more to say.

What the hell are you talking about?

On the battlefield of martial arts competition, it all comes down to individual ability. Whether the private was lucky or truly strong, it doesn't matter.

In short, his first place in both subjects is well-deserved.

In the queue, Yang Dali looked at the stage, where the deputy squad leader was holding the trophy in his left hand, standing at attention and raising his hand to salute the audience.

The silver-white trophy gleamed dazzlingly in the rising sunlight.

The light was so bright that it was blinding.

Yang Dali stood quietly in the queue. He blinked his sore eyes and sighed inwardly.

These privates had undergone basic training and then spent nearly a month in the reconnaissance company.

The naivety of a new recruit has long since faded from his body.

For them, the military camp no longer held the mystery and anticipation it once did.

They had come to understand that the army was a great melting pot, and no matter what kind of scrap metal or porcelain pots were thrown in, they would all be forged into steel.

Become a brave warrior.

The veterans in the reconnaissance company were arrogant, but they would never openly bully newcomers. Even behind their backs, they would at most make them wash clothes, brush shoes, or clean toilets, while all the chores like carrying manure were given to them.

Yang Dali was still hoping that one day he could become a veteran and truly integrate into the army.

But when I looked up, I found...

His plans had already been completed by the squad leader during his recruit days, and the gap between the two was widening.

Back in basic training, although his grades weren't as good as Chen Mo's, at least he could see the taillights of the car if he tried hard enough.
It's better now.

Forget about seeing the taillights, I can't even smell the exhaust fumes.

Their squad leader's growth rate was too fast, so fast that it didn't give the other new recruits any time to react.

If you're not careful, you'll only be able to look up to others.

It's possible that the anti-aircraft artillery brigade performed poorly, both overall and in individual categories.

After the awards ceremony, all individual speeches by representatives were cancelled.

Feng Hongbing simply presided over the meeting, distributed the trophies, and personally handed the two banners to Cheng Dong before hurriedly announcing the end of the meeting.

As soon as Company Commander Cheng stepped down from the flag-raising platform, he immediately handed the banner in his hand to the officer beside him and waved, saying, "Squad leaders, take a headcount and check the equipment."

"Ten minutes later, board the bus and go home!!"

We must be proactive after returning with such honors.

But Chen Mo's enthusiasm wasn't just about packing up equipment. He stole the show in the competition and brought honor to his company.

He also got a taste of what it means to be a "meritorious official".

Someone carried the rifle he brought from the company for him, and even the ammunition belts and grenade belts were carried for him.

All the loads were divided up by those veterans.

Why do this?
To avoid trouble from the company commander, there's no other way; that's just the atmosphere in the reconnaissance company.

You're awesome, you can bring honor to the company. For at least the next two weeks, you can act all high and mighty in the company, looking down on everyone.

As long as you don't deliberately break the rules in the company, even if you get up a little late every day, the company commander will turn a blind eye.

The premise is that you should only show off for a few days, and not go too far.

That's how realistic it is, and that's how exciting it is.

Seeing a group of veteran soldiers hurriedly tidying up their living quarters, moving the quilts stacked in the corner back to the warehouse, and cleaning the auditorium and study room until they were spotless.

Chen Mo couldn't help at all and was standing there in a daze.

Cheng Dong walked by with his hands behind his back and saw him standing to the side. Company Commander Cheng immediately took out a cigarette case from his pocket, grinned, and tossed him a cigarette, saying with a smile, "Not bad, kid, you've surprised me."

"When we get back to Hedong, you'll come with me to the brigade headquarters."

"Damn it, how could you do something so unexpected? A private can actually win a prize in a reconnaissance competition."

"Damn it, I wonder if the training camp will be targeting you. I'll have to go to headquarters and give them a heads-up first."

Training camp?!

Chen Mo was speechless upon hearing this.

The training teams that the company commander mentioned exist in military regions or larger military regions. Their main responsibility is to train like crazy and then compete for honors for the military region or larger military region.

In this kind of unit, earning merit, joining the Party, and getting promoted are almost just going through the motions. As long as you can achieve results, everything else is negotiable.

But the question is, do I still need these things now?

He finally managed to establish himself at the grassroots level, and he certainly didn't want to go to that training camp.

If he wants to develop in the military in the future, he must have his old unit to support him. Although the 7th Armored Brigade has just been downsized and has just been merged into the 63rd Army.

But it was the former 7th Tank Division after all. As long as you settle down here, promotions and such will be easier in the future.

The relationships within an old workplace are incredibly complex; even if things don't go well, people who leave from there will support each other in the future.

There are many "our own people".

The training camp, that rootless, adrift place, is not suitable for him.

Chen Mo's goal in re-enlisting is not as simple as just striving for honor.

"Company commander, I don't want to leave our reconnaissance company. I'm not going anywhere."

Chen Mo spoke as if to express his determination, even though he knew that if the people in the training team really took a liking to him, it would be useless even if the brigade commander intervened, let alone a company commander.

They have plenty of ways to get rid of him.

"Hey! You son of a bitch, you're a soldier I trained, and you don't even ask what the training camp is for before saying you're not going?"

Cheng Dong grinned: "It's alright, I won't let you leave even if you want to. Go get in the car, we're heading back soon."

"Aren't we going to eat?" Chen Mo was slightly taken aback.

"Eat my ass, you won't die from missing a meal." Cheng Dong curled his lips, took a big puff of his cigarette, and whispered as he blew smoke rings, "You've earned so many trophies and even two banners on someone else's turf."

"What are you thinking if you don't run away now?"

"Do you think the anti-aircraft artillery battalion has such a generous food budget, with over a hundred of us staying here for an extra meal?"

"Don't be so pathetic."

After Cheng Dong finished speaking, he chuckled to himself a few times, then turned and left.

that's true.

Chen Mo had to admit that the company commander was right. Staying here, taking advantage of others, was definitely not a good idea.

The two reconnaissance companies of the anti-aircraft artillery brigade have already fled; they're the kind of companies that aren't even a unit.

It's best to leave as soon as possible.

The military vehicles that came from the company are currently parked at the gate of the anti-aircraft artillery battalion.

After everyone had finished packing, there was no farewell or attempt to keep them; the troop transport vehicle convoy simply left alone.

Let alone the fact that someone tried to keep them.

As the convoy passed the gate of the anti-aircraft artillery battalion, the veteran on duty at the gate grinned from ear to ear and angrily cursed, "Shameless!"

This is unavoidable.

Who let Chen Mo and his group come and take all the trophies and honors?

Anyone would dislike this.

If Cheng Dong brings his people over and they lose badly, they won't even get a trophy or a banner.

Don't worry about that.

When they leave, the anti-aircraft artillery brigade might even organize a grand send-off, and they might even give them some local specialties to take back with them.

The difference in treatment is that extreme.

On the way back.

Chen Mo didn't even have a chance to rest.

Inside the carriage, a group of veterans chattered incessantly, asking him how he had learned to fire the Type 85 submachine gun.

A moment later, he was asked if he was so scared that his legs went weak when he crossed the rope at night. It seemed that only when the scholar nodded and admitted that he was indeed so scared that his mind went blank.

Only then can a semblance of balance be achieved among the people.

Actually, it's not surprising that Xiucai got first place in obstacle shooting; his bonus points were all for the pistol target flipping.

The reason why the capture team won first place was purely because Lao Yao helped hold off two enemies.

Otherwise, besides Lao Pao, only a few sergeants like Liu Dong and Hu Hai could take down any of the other veteran reconnaissance soldiers with a single punch.

For the rest, let alone one against two, they might not even be able to win in one against one.

The reason why a third-class sergeant is so powerful.

That's not just because they're senior, but because of the military boxing, combat, and capture techniques they learned in the late 1980s and late 1990s.

The requirements have changed.

The only thing that surprised everyone was that the scholar was able to persevere until the very end in the final comprehensive exercise.

During the few hours on the return trip, since the urgency of the upcoming competition had faded, Chen Mo chatted and boasted with a group of veterans from beginning to end.

Around 11 a.m., the convoy stopped when it passed Nanfeng Square in Hedong City.

This place is some distance from the brigade headquarters, but other battalions of the brigade are stationed here.

Chen Mo was sitting in the carriage, talking non-stop to a group of veterans, boasting about his performance in the competition, and he was really into it.

Cheng Dong came to the back of the carriage, raised his hand and patted the carriage floor, looking at him with annoyance and saying, "Stop bragging, scholar, I can hear you from more than ten meters away."

"Get out of the car, damn it, you don't look like a recruit at all."

heard movement.

Chen Mo wasn't embarrassed. He chuckled, squeezed through the group of veterans, and jumped off the truck.

After the vehicle started moving again, Cheng Dong tugged at his sleeve and said, "Let's go, let's get something to eat first. We'll go to headquarters later. Don't talk so much, okay?"

"Don't say anything when you see anything."

"Yes!!"

Chen Mo straightened his posture. Since they were on the street, there was no need to follow so many rules.

After responding.

He simply followed the company commander and found a nearby shop selling knife-cut noodles. They each got a big bowl of noodles to fill their stomachs.

Cheng Dongcai borrowed a military vehicle from a nearby camp, and the two headed straight for the headquarters.

Chen Mo had been here once before.

He was quite familiar with the route, but for some reason, Company Commander Cheng, who usually swore a lot but was still quite clean and efficient, was surprisingly different.

After getting off the bus, he rubbed his hands on the ground and deliberately smeared dust all over his face and neck.

Even the hat was deliberately worn slightly crooked.

He dressed himself up as if he had traveled a long way and was in a hurry, and led Chen Mo to the office of Brigade Commander Wei Jinan.

Before entering, Chen Mo didn't understand why the company commander was doing this, but after going inside, he understood.

The two had just stepped into the office.

Before they even stood at attention, they started shouting slogans.

Wei Jinan looked up from his office chair and saw the person who had come in; his face immediately turned gloomy.

"Hey! Our great hero Cheng is back?"

Wei Lu only made a sarcastic remark and didn't follow up.

Meanwhile, Political Commissar He Guofeng sat on the sofa, where he had been reading documents.

But the next second, the document in his hand flew over with a "whoosh" and hit Cheng Dong squarely on the head.

"You son of a bitch, you dare to come back?"

"Weren't you quite the big shot out there? Oh! You even took off your hat, removed your rank insignia, and led a team out for a martial arts competition. You think you're too big for the road?"

Chen Mo stood there, staring wide-eyed, still somewhat bewildered.

But Cheng Dong was not confused.

That's why they say he's a company commander. The burly man who was just strutting around like a tiger immediately nodded and smiled obsequiously as he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and said in a chuckle, "Oh, my great brigade commander, my good political commissar."

"It's not my fault, it's those anti-aircraft gunners who are bullying us too much."

"It's true! Scholar can vouch for me."

As Cheng Dong raised his left hand to swear, he eagerly offered cigarettes, acting like a sycophant.

It's because Chen Mo is in the company, you can't run into him at any time.

However, he finally understood.

The brigade must have received the news.

Now, it's time to settle scores!

(End of this chapter)