Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 138 This is what they call one thing subduing another!
The reason for the reckoning is obvious; the brigade commanders or political commissars of the two units would not privately call to notify each other about these matters.

But there's no guarantee that the other people in the headquarters wouldn't report it to Wei's brigade right then and there.

After all, the impact was indeed quite severe.

Chen Mo was a private, so he wouldn't be affected for the time being, but Cheng Dong was in a terrible situation.

He went up and offered cigarettes, calling out "Brigadier General" and "Political Commissar" for a long time, but neither of them reached out to accept the offer.

Clearly, this matter won't be easily forgotten.

This made Lao Cheng quite embarrassed. He took a few steps back, unsure of what to do, and gestured with his eyes for Chen Mo to go up.

Damn it, I've been used as a shield.

Chen Mo muttered a curse to himself, but he had to be loyal to his company commander at this moment, after all, he was on the same side as the company commander.

Chen Mo reached out and tugged at his sleeve, stepped forward, stood at attention, saluted, and shouted, "Greetings, Brigade Commander! Greetings, Political Commissar!"

The feelings of privates still need to be taken care of.

Upon hearing Chen Mo speak, Wei Jinan looked up and glanced at him, nodded slightly, and then said "Mm" before falling silent.

Political Commissar He Guofeng leaned back on the sofa, looking at the clean-cut scholar and then at Cheng Dong, who was covered in dust and looked haggard.

After a long pause, he finally spoke: "I heard that the scholar performed quite well this time?"

"Haha, that must be great! I'm telling you, the political commissar, him..."

When Cheng Dong heard the political commissar speak, he breathed a long sigh of relief and stepped forward, ready to give him a big compliment and change the subject. But when he looked up, he saw He Guofeng's calm gaze fixed on him.

Startled, he shuddered, awkwardly scratched his nose, and didn't dare to continue.

Normally, Company Commander Cheng was arrogant and domineering, but once he arrived at the brigade headquarters, he was more obedient than the new recruits in the company.

This truly broadened Chen Mo's horizons.

"Company Commander Cheng, you've worked really hard. Should I congratulate you on achieving such great results again?"

"No, no need, it's my duty, it's all my duty."

Cheng Dong hung his head, looking flustered.

I'm not afraid of being scolded by the two leaders, I'm just afraid of them remaining silent. As long as they speak, things will be much easier, and we can get through this today.

"Congratulations, I'd be doing you a disservice if I didn't." He Guofeng snorted coldly, then got up, walked to the window, and pushed it open with a "smack."

He walked up to Cheng Dong, grabbed him by the collar, and dragged him to the window.

At first, Company Commander Cheng did not understand what the political commissar meant.

But when he looked down, he realized that two officials were chatting idly where he had just parked his car.

The two men were standing right where he was squatting on the ground, smearing ash on his face and neck.

That's so embarrassing.

Cheng Dong subconsciously raised his hand to straighten his hat and wiped the dust off his face, trying to erase the traces.

Little did he know that, by sheer coincidence, the brigade commander and political commissar had just happened to see him making a show of things from upstairs.
However, whether you know it or not is no longer important.

Cheng Dong stood obediently at the window, in a straight-up posture, looking straight ahead with a serious expression.

The political commissar didn't bother with him either.

Turning back to the sofa, He Guofeng turned his gaze to Chen Mo again. His face, which had been gloomy just moments before, instantly transformed into a smile.

He said, "Scholar, you performed well in this martial arts competition."

"Commander Xie is exaggerating. I owe my position to Company Commander Cheng's good guidance," Chen Mo said firmly, trying his best to say something good about the company commander.

"Hmph, you don't need to defend him. This guy gets itchy if he doesn't cause trouble every day."

This wasn't said by the political commissar, but by Wei Lü, who hadn't spoken much until now: "In the reconnaissance soldiers' competition, it's really impressive that you, a new comrade, can keep up."

"Scholar, would you like a change of scenery?"

"Brigade Commander!" Cheng Dong exclaimed anxiously upon hearing this.

"Shut up!!"

"You haven't explained your problem clearly yet. I'll deal with you later."

Wei Jinan cursed a couple of times, then looked at Chen Mo and said, "I heard you've been working really hard in the company."

"With your abilities, you might have better career prospects if you went to the training department of the military headquarters."

"Any ideas?"

coming!

Chen Mo took a deep breath.

The company commander had mentioned this to him.

If you really want to calculate it, this is already an opportunity he fought for. Chen Mo knows Wei Jin'an quite well, after all, he had heard people from government departments mention him quite a bit in his previous life.

It wasn't just Wei Jin'an; most of the people in the Seventh Division had the idea of ​​giving newcomers a chance to grow. Even Cheng Dong, a company commander, had this awareness.

Not to mention the brigade commander.

If it weren't for this, the Seventh Division wouldn't have been able to accept the old gun incident so easily back then.

But such an opportunity is extremely rare for other soldiers; it could potentially change their fate.

But he doesn't need that. He already has a second-class merit award and is waiting in line for promotion. What he needs now is a solid foundation, not to leave his old unit to pursue more honors.

If you want to climb higher in the future, a solid foundation, or rather, a strong foothold, is more important than anything else.

After all, he's had a second chance. It's impossible for Chen Mo not to have any ideas about the future.

You must meet with your former boss, and you absolutely must meet with him, but at the same time, you must use his influence to climb the ranks step by step.

This is the path Chen Mo has chosen for himself.

This is the thought.

Chen Mo immediately puffed out his chest and said loudly, "Reporting to the brigade commander, I don't want to change environments."

“The reconnaissance company is great. I also want to become an excellent reconnaissance soldier. The armored brigade is my home. I don’t want to go anywhere else.”

"reason."

Wei Jin'an did not appreciate Chen Mo's few words. Anyone can say nice things, and besides, Wei's initial impression of this private was not good.

Chen Mo repeated the two words "reason" to himself.

Without much hesitation, he straightened his chest and continued, "Reporting to the brigade commander, I have no reason."

"If I had to ask for a reason, I would say that from the moment I entered the military camp, my squad leader Zhou Yongjie told me that the most precious qualities of a soldier are loyalty and faith."

"In the recruit training camp and the reconnaissance company, I learned step by step what it means to dare to fight, to be brave to win, and that fearless courage and the spirit of sacrifice are the foundation of a soldier's courage and bravery."

"In the reconnaissance company, I learned that soldiers take obedience to orders as their duty, and I also learned about unity and dedication."

“I am part of the reconnaissance company and a member of the company. If I leave the unit that trained me after achieving some success because of the company’s training.”

“This is not loyalty, nor is it my belief, and it goes against my understanding of the revolutionary spirit of Marx.”

Listening to a private pontificating here, making grand pronouncements and exaggerating the importance of the issue.

Cheng Dong, standing by the window, could barely adapt, because he knew that this scholar was very talkative and often boasted to a group of veterans, even turning them into his little fans who would sit next to him and listen to his lectures.

Therefore, it is not surprising at all that he talks about loyalty and Marxist revolutionary spirit.

But the brigade commander didn't know.

Wei Jinan was stunned for a moment. He turned to look at the political commissar and found that He Guofeng was just smiling with his head down, without saying a word.

Wei Lu really wanted to curse: What the hell is this, spouting nonsense?

But he couldn't, because this private in front of him had taken a minor issue of a transfer and escalated it to a level that shouldn't have been raised in this conversation.

They've even brought up revolutionary spirit; how can he continue the story now?
Forget it, I can't handle this private.

Surely we can handle Company Commander Cheng Dong?
Wei Jinan waved to Chen Mo, not wanting to say anything more, then looked at Cheng Dong and slammed his hand on the desk with a "smack".

The crisp sound sent a shiver down Cheng Dong's spine; he knew he was being watched.

Damn it, I was thinking of bringing the scholar along to help him out, but who knew this kid's ability to spout such nonsense was so outrageous.

It might be a reprimand directed at directly subordinate cadres, which is inconvenient for new comrades to face.

Political Commissar He Guofeng stood up decisively, patted Chen Mo on the shoulder, and then pointed to the door.

Chen Mo immediately understood and followed the political commissar out of the brigade commander's office.

Before leaving, he made sure to close the office door.

Chen Mo didn't know exactly what the company commander had been scolded about.

Anyway, once the door was closed, the roaring noise inside was quite loud.

It must be almost lunchtime. Inside the brigade headquarters building, non-commissioned officers and cadres can be seen moving between floors.

Seeing the political commissar, some people greeted him, while others stood upright against the wall. It was clear that He Guofeng held the position of political commissar in the unit.

But a group of cadres were still quite afraid of him.

Chen Mo had essentially taken advantage of the situation, enjoying the privilege of being followed behind and receiving salutes wherever he went.

We arrived at the end of the corridor.

He Guofeng, holding onto the railing and gazing into the distance, turned to look at Chen Mo and chuckled, "You really don't want to go to the training camp?"

"The military region has been keeping an eye on the reconnaissance soldier competition. If you go to the training team, you might even be noticed by the special forces of the Kyoto Military Region."

"Political Commissar, I don't want to go anywhere." Chen Mo shook his head.

In the late 1990s, the military did indeed favor the development of special forces. This was because many people had realized from a strategic perspective that large-scale wars were unlikely to break out again, and that building an elite special operations force was extremely important for maintaining national security and responding to emergencies.

By this time, the army's special operations brigades had been basically established, and each of the seven major military regions had its own special operations brigade.

But this only applies to the army. The navy and air force, which became famous in later generations, such as the Dark Tiger, Jiaolong, and Thor, all happened two thousand years later.

Even Thor might not appear for another decade or more.

Every era has its own mindset. The government's emphasis on the development of special forces led to these units becoming wildly popular in the form of murder mystery games during exercises.

The thinking of the subordinate units will inevitably be affected.

Some organizations even actively cooperate with the policy and select key personnel to submit their applications. Such organizations are rare, but they do exist.

For example, the leaders of the Seventh Brigade seem quite cooperative.

The problem is that Chen Mo has absolutely no interest in special forces. It's not that he looks down on them, but rather that he's aware of their future prospects.

Specialization thinking is constantly evolving, and the so-called specialization has always been about different duties or divisions of labor, not a single type of soldier.

"Fine, if I don't want to go, I won't go."

He Guofeng didn't dwell on the topic for long. After a moment of contemplation, he asked again, "Are you getting used to being in the reconnaissance company?"

"I've heard you've caused quite a bit of trouble in the company."

"I can get used to it." Chen Mo replied awkwardly, "I've been training recently, and I haven't been causing any trouble."

"Haha, you kid."

“Go back and write me a report. Don’t you like analyzing the development of the troops? Then you might as well think about it again and rewrite it.”

"I don't have a time limit, but it'd better be quick."

"Also, tell your Company Commander Cheng later that he shouldn't try to find someone to write his 5,000-word self-criticism for him. He should write it properly."

"Wait here for a while."

After giving his brief instructions, He Guofeng clapped his hands, said nothing more, and turned to leave.

Chen Mo was left standing there alone, puzzled. Where did the company commander get a five-thousand-word self-criticism?
I didn't hear about this.

However, this doubt did not last long, probably about five or six minutes.

At the other end of the corridor, Cheng Dong, who had been scolded for half a day, was kicked out of the office.

Company Commander Cheng is quite a talent.

When he first left the office, he still had a serious expression on his face, looking like he had really repented.

As a result, after walking out of the office, in just two steps, he reverted to his previous straddling posture.

My energy and spirit were restored instantly.

Seeing this, Chen Mo quickly walked over and asked, "Company Commander, are you alright?"

"What could possibly happen to me? Let's go back to Lian!"

Cheng Dong straightened his hat and led his men away from the headquarters with great strides.

He continued driving until he was completely out of sight of the leader at the gate of the government office.

Cheng Dongcai slammed his hand on the steering wheel in frustration, turned his head to look at Chen Mo sitting in the passenger seat, and grinned, "You son of a bitch, you sure know how to cause trouble."

"The brigade commander said that we don't need to worry about going to the training camp. Right now, the military region is focusing its efforts on the military parade."

"By the way, after you get back to the company, make some preparations. Our company had a minor conflict with the anti-aircraft artillery team during this competition."

“Since they’ve come all the way to us to complain, we have to show some attitude. You need to write a 5,000-word self-criticism and hand it in to me before the regular meeting on Monday afternoon.”

The political commissar wasn't lying to me! Damn it, so this is where the self-criticism was.

Chen Mo pursed his lips, hesitating whether to tell the company commander what the political commissar had said.

After all, if the political commissar gave such instructions, he must have known the company commander's character; in those days, many officers generally had low levels of education.

Let alone a 5,000-word self-criticism, even a 500-word one would be a struggle.

I pondered for a long time.

Chen Mo finally spoke truthfully: "Company Commander, I have something to tell you."

"Spit it out, stop your babbling and complaining. Did you steal something?"

"No." Chen Mo quickly shook his head: "It's just that the political commissar specifically told me to write a report as well, and said that you, company commander, must write your own self-criticism."

"The commander is keeping an eye on this matter."

"Really?"

"Yes."

Strange to say.

Since the inquiry, Cheng Dong had a gloomy face on his way back, and didn't say a word even after arriving at the company.

The vehicle stopped in front of the company headquarters building, and after getting out, they strode upstairs.

When Chen Mo followed him up to the second floor, he saw that the company commander really didn't have anything to say.

He then turned and went into the clerical office.

At that moment, Liang Hongjie was hunched over his desk reviewing documents in the office when he looked up and saw Chen Mo return.

Old Liang casually said, "Scholar, come here, the spring uniform change is about to begin. You should first compile a list of the entire company. By the way, Old Cannon has returned."

"I need to go to the military affairs office to check his leave status. I need to take notes at the meeting tomorrow, Monday. Please prepare in advance."

"Even our food allowance for the first quarter has to be applied for from the military headquarters. Find the application form and learn how to fill it out for your records."

“We’re going to be busy from now on, but that’s okay. If all else fails, we can bring Zhao Wuliang over and have that kid run errands.”

The most relaxed period for the clerks had just ended after the New Year.

As soon as Liang Hongjie returned to the company, a mountain of work piled up waiting to be done.

He watched Chen Mo pick up a teacup, select tea leaves, and brew water, and asked with some curiosity, "By the way, Scholar, didn't you and the company commander go to headquarters?"

"Why are you back so soon?"

"I got scolded, huh?" Chen Mo replied while pouring water from a thermos. "I don't know how the news of us almost getting into a fight with the anti-aircraft artillery reached headquarters."

"Both the brigade commander and the political commissar were furious and punished the company commander by making him write a 5,000-word self-criticism, saying that it had to be submitted before tomorrow's regular meeting."

Chen Mo continued talking to himself, initially unaware that Liang Hongjie, sitting beside him, was already dumbfounded, his face full of panic.

That's right, it's panic!
"What's the matter with you?"

Chen Mo only noticed Lao Liang's unusual behavior after he brewed the tea.

"No, it's okay."

Upon hearing the question, Liang Hongjie gave a wry smile and said, "Scholar, don't ask anymore. In short, for the next month, whatever you do, don't provoke the company commander, or our whole company will suffer."

"In this competition, we only brought back ten trophies and two banners, right?"

"Oh, yes."

"Well, I guess I can keep the two banners, but I'm afraid I won't be able to keep any of the ten trophies."

Liang Hongjie shook his head, covered his face, and remained silent.

At first, Chen Mo didn't understand what the necessary connection was between the self-criticism and the trophy.

But soon, the company notified everyone to assemble and hold a general meeting.

He watched helplessly as the company commander took away the honorary trophies that the veterans of each squad had won back, one by one, including his two.

It was euphemistically called "mortgaging" it to the headquarters first, and only then did Chen Mo fully understand.

This is hardly a 5,000-word self-criticism.

This kind of thing has happened a few times before in the reconnaissance company. The company has a high proportion of veterans and is quite strong.

Every time he went out to compete, he would bring back a lot of things, but there's a saying: "A common man is innocent, but he is guilty of possessing a treasure."

Your company's honor room is overflowing with trophies and banners, more than the brigade's. You should at least give some as a token of appreciation.

Therefore, whenever they returned victorious, the brigade would always find fault with them and collect some trophies to embellish the headquarters' appearance.

What 5,000-word self-criticism? The political commissar was just reminding Cheng Dong and giving him a warning.

Of course, the team won't actually keep all of these trophies; they'll just keep them for a while.

If the company performs well in the future, Company Commander Cheng can still manage to get a few back by talking to them.

If it's taken away every time, who will be motivated to participate?

The reason for doing this was firstly to curb the arrogance that might easily arise in the reconnaissance company after receiving honors.

Secondly, it also helps Cheng Dong avoid causing trouble.

After all, this wasn't the first time something like this had happened in the anti-aircraft artillery brigade.

But Chen Mo watched helplessly as the two trophies he had won back were barely warm in his hands.

He was hurriedly sent away by the company commander.

He was helpless.

Normally, Cheng Dong, the second oldest in the army, is completely controlled by the two leaders of the headquarters.

It has no temper at all; it truly is a case of one thing subduing another.

(End of this chapter)