Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 148 A scholar is a scholar after all; his mouth is damn venomous.
"Even privates get recommended for academy?"

Just as Chen Mo put his luggage on the bed, a square-faced, very upright-looking veteran got up and came over to greet him.

"Welcome, young comrade. My name is Xie Yong, and I come from the 8th Company of the 272nd Regiment of the 91st Division."

Xie Yong politely extended his hand.

Upon hearing this, Chen Mo paused for a moment, and while shaking hands with the other person, he asked curiously, "Squad leader, isn't the 91st Division part of the Jincheng Military Region? The 8th Company of the 272nd Regiment, are you from the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company?"

"Haha, yeah, you know our company?"

"Of course I know you, I've heard so much about you." Chen Mo smiled and said, "I'm from the 3rd Reconnaissance Company of the 7th Armored Brigade, my name is Chen Mo."

"Old Ding, we have a new comrade. Aren't you going to welcome him?" Xie Yong kicked the stool next to him after Chen Mo finished introducing him.

"My name is Ding Zeliang, and like Lao Xie, I'm a member of the Night Tiger Company."

The man called Lao Ding didn't even get up; he just glanced at Chen Mo and introduced him casually.

That's just how most veterans are.

"Chen Mo."

Faced with this indifferent type, Chen Mo wasn't particularly enthusiastic. He simply nodded, gave a casual introduction, and moved on.

The remaining two introduced themselves to each other. One of them was named Lai Wei, who came from the famous garrison patrol company of the garrison district.

Another one is the 38th Army, whose directly subordinate reconnaissance company is called Liu Mujun's, also known as Yang Zirong's reconnaissance company, which is also a heroic company that is incredibly powerful.

It's no joke to say that the military reconnaissance company is awesome.

This group of people are only a step away from being a real special forces unit.

In any case, according to what Chen Mo knew, the number of people in a battalion or company directly under the military region who trained to the point of urinating blood could easily form an reinforced platoon.

They even dream about armed swimming; the training was truly intense.

In total, only seven people came to room 402.

Only Chen Mo, Sheng Donghao, and Wang Bo were from the 63rd Army, and their units were not particularly well-known.

The remaining four, like Xie Yong, Ding Zeliang, Lai Wei, and Liu Mujun, all come from organizations with impressive backgrounds.

The reconnaissance major truly lives up to its reputation.

Regardless of how these veterans introduced themselves, Chen Mo at least felt a deep respect for them.

Of course, he was paying tribute to those heroic units.

This isn't a training squad, it's like we've stumbled into a den of hidden masters!

After introducing themselves...

The veterans don't have the same enthusiasm as the new recruits, who eagerly want to become sworn brothers and rank each other as the eldest and second eldest. They just go about their own business.

They seemed very distant.

In this day and age, forget about promotions or further education. Even if they got to school, these old hands wouldn't listen to lectures. Most of them just coasted through, hoping to graduate and be promoted to lieutenant as long as they didn't make any mistakes.

This is one of the reasons why promotions often don't last long.

For example, among the company commanders of the 7th Armored Brigade, Cheng Dong, who has served for seven or eight years, is considered a junior. Some of the more impressive ones have served as company commanders for more than ten or twenty years.

In fact, more importantly, even if they listened, they wouldn't understand. Much of the content in the cultural classes is simply not something that people without any knowledge can truly grasp.

The limitations imposed by the times cannot be changed in a short period of time.

However, others are others, and Chen Mo doesn't care about that.

Whenever he has a cultural course, he has to take on several research projects to enrich his resume and file.

We can't hang out with these slick guys.

As he made his plans, Chen Mo climbed up to the top bunk and slowly spread out the bedding he had received.

To save time, the college left the sheets, blankets, campus cards, and student uniforms at the dormitory manager's place downstairs.

Bringing them all back at once saves the trainees some trouble.

Chen Mo was busy working on it.

Wang Bo crossed his arms, scratched his cheek with his right hand, and wandered around the lower bunk, carefully examining Chen Mo.

"Hey, Private, where have you seen me before? Give me a hint, you look familiar, but I just can't remember where I've run into you before."

"Squad leader, think about it again, you'll definitely remember."

Chen Mo was busy making the bed and didn't have time to argue with this fat man. According to his memories from his previous life, he only knew that this guy was from the reconnaissance battalion directly under the 189th Division.

He transferred to civilian work earlier than the other person, but he really didn't remember exactly when the other person was promoted to officer and entered the school.

The 189th Division was also part of the 63rd Army, and the two were even assigned to the same cadet platoon, but I didn't see this person taking the bus today.

"Even if you don't know how many times I've fallen, I'll definitely remember." Wang Bo hummed twice; he lived in the bunk below Chen Mo.

He pulled a small stool from under the bed, sat on it, and was still thinking, holding his head in his hands.

The main thing is that this private was able to accurately state his own name and unit, and I couldn't even remember where I had seen him before. It's just too damn weird.

Perhaps it's because we all come from the same military region and have gathered in an unfamiliar place.

They're quite close to each other.

Sheng Donghao, who hadn't spoken much the whole way, listened to their conversation and said with a smirk, "You're from the 189th Division, of course you'll recognize him."

"Don't you recognize the name Chen Mo? He's the private who arrested three spies in the armored brigade before the new year, and he even got a second-class merit award. The news report called him a scholar."

"It's him."

"Scholar?!!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Bo was stunned for a moment before slapping his thigh and saying, "Damn it, I remember now."

"I was wondering why this private looked so familiar. You're the scholar, aren't you?"

"Damn it, I was just wondering which tough guy in the armored brigade got promoted from private to officer, and it turns out it was you?"

"Scholar Ke, how do you know me?"

Wang Bo stood up, hands on his hips, and asked suspiciously.

But at that moment, the other people in the dormitory heard about the catching of spies.

Xie Yong, the old soldier with the square face who looked quite upright, looked even more surprised.

Looking at Chen Mo, he said, "So you're the scholar. I heard our company commander mention you during the New Year."

"They say there was a private in Hedong who, after only a few days in the army, dared to fight a spy head-on, even drawing his knife, which alarmed even the Nationalist government."

"So it was you?"

"Haha, then I've made it in time." Chen Mo finished making the bed, jumped down from the top bunk, and clapped his hands.

"It's not a matter of catching up or not." Ding Zeliang, who had been indifferent just now, finally stood up from the stool, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and handed one to Chen Mo.

He continued, "We've encountered this before. When we were doing camouflage in the back mountain, that guy fell asleep on the ground, and a passing spy stepped on his finger."

"I was woken up by the pain and found out that someone had come around to take pictures. He was caught and given a second-class merit that same day. Now he is the deputy company commander of our company."

Having shared a common experience, or knowing that the private in front of them hadn't gotten in through connections and was actually somewhat well-known in the military region, they decided to get in.

The atmosphere in the dormitory had become noticeably more familiar.

That's how the military is.

Military academy cadets might be a little wary of a private who has been promoted to officer, and might call him by an awkward title like "Private Squad Leader."

But veterans who have risen through the ranks, especially those seasoned veterans who can be recommended for university admission, don't care what kind of soldier you are.

They treat you according to your abilities; that's just how realistic it is.

If you're capable, we'll have something in common; if you're not, then stay away.

Just as Chen Mo was about to light a cigarette and chat with the veterans in the dormitory, there was a sudden "bang bang bang" sound coming from outside the door.

Before anyone could open the door.

The dormitory door was pushed open with a bang, and a second-class sergeant who looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old strode in.

The other person walked into the dormitory carrying a blanket under one arm and a brown paper bag in the other.

He first glanced at the people standing in the room, then threw the bedding onto the empty lower bunk by the door.

He clapped his hands and said, "Let me introduce myself first. My name is Wang Fuming. I am the squad leader of the first squad of the second motorized infantry company of the training regiment. I will also be the squad leader of the 402nd squad of the second detachment of your reconnaissance department."

"Now, everyone, take off your rank insignia and put them in your bags."

As Wang Fuming spoke, he tossed the brown paper bag onto the table beside him.

He pulled another folded piece of paper from his pocket, straightened it, and said, "Take the roll call and check the list."

"Ding Zeliang!"

"To!"

"Xie Yong!"

"To!"

"Chen Mo!"

"To!"

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Seeing that everyone on the list was in their dormitories, Wang Fuming put away the list and stood there, shouting loudly.

"Our class is all here. We're all veterans, so I won't go into too much detail about the rules."

"While you are removing your military ranks, I'd like to clarify two points. First, I will be your training instructor. Your academic classes will be taught by dedicated tutors. At our Army Academy, there will be more outdoor classes than indoor classes."

"Rather than saying you're studying here, it's more like you're training in a different place. I hope we can work together happily for the next year or so."

"I like to tell the truth. If someone makes me uncomfortable, I'll make them feel even more uncomfortable."

"Secondly, I have seen your files and know that you all come from various grassroots old companies. Those who can come here are all outstanding."

"But let me make this clear from the start: once you're here, if you're a dragon, you'd better coil up; if you're a tiger, you'd better lie down. If you don't believe me, feel free to try!"

"Do you understand now?"

"clear."

The response was not loud, even sparse. Wang Fuming didn't pay much attention; the academy had arranged for someone from their coaching team to serve as class leaders in order to balance the relationships among the group of veteran soldiers in the class.

Just avoid causing trouble for no reason.

Even if you wanted to manage them like new recruits, making them obedient and compliant, it would be impossible.

After all, any one of them who got promoted would have either a second-class merit or a third-class merit plus a four-fold commendation.

Although Wang Fuming himself was not a cadre, he knew that those who were promoted in May of this year had indeed met the requirements, aside from a few.

Some are commended by the military region and are also recommended for admission to the school.

Can you expect this group of people to be as obedient and well-behaved as new recruits when they get together?
Stop messing around, you should be grateful if you don't cause trouble.

With the class monitor here, smoking is no longer allowed in the dormitory.

Chen Mo tucked the cigarette behind his ear, removed his private's rank insignia, and put it into a brown paper bag.

The others also had their ranks removed.

In the blink of an eye, the dormitories, which were just a moment ago filled with privates, first-class sergeants, and second-class sergeants, are now full of them.

All that's left are a bunch of bare boards.

"Change into your regular clothes. You have one minute. Once you're done, come downstairs."

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, don't be late for the first assembly, and don't be the last one to go down."

After Wang Fuming finished speaking, he turned around and left the dormitory first.

The group exchanged glances, none of them daring to linger, and quickly took off their clothes to change.

The uniforms worn by military academy officers are different from those worn by soldiers. Both the style and the fabric are much more comfortable than those issued to soldiers.

Military dress uniforms, spring and autumn uniforms, and physical training uniforms are all available.

Not only that, but the academy will also provide socks and underwear.

They truly achieved a level of non-disappointment where you could come in naked without any worries.

The Type 87 uniform was brownish-green, the cap piping was red, and the ties were all changed to navy blue.

A group of veterans who were originally wearing camouflage suddenly changed into officers' uniforms, and they actually looked quite convincing.

Unfortunately, I didn't have time to appreciate it.

After changing into their regular clothes as required, the group hurriedly began to go downstairs.

They didn't dare to delay at all.

When Chen Mo went upstairs, he didn't realize how many people were in Building 3. But after he changed his clothes, people from all the dormitories on the fourth floor rushed out.

The people in room 402 were a little late and were pulled to the back.

When we arrived downstairs and lined up according to our work groups...

Several classes of people were already standing in the open space in front of the building, numbering about forty by sight.

By this time, it was completely dark, and all the streetlights downstairs had been turned on.

A major stood at attention, exuding an aura of fortitude, like a military dagger firmly planted on the concrete ground.

He glanced at his watch indifferently while staring at the crowd rushing down from upstairs.

Chen Mo and his group of seven from 402 came down a little late. Before they could even line up, they were spotted by the major on guard duty.

"You lot, stop right there!!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Mo and Xie Yong immediately stopped in their tracks, blocking the entrance to the stairwell without moving, subconsciously reaching out to tug at their military uniforms and straighten their attire.

They all just arrived at the school today and are still figuring out the rules here.

But judging from this situation, everyone knew that they were going to be made into role models.

Although I don't know what happened, they were definitely the slowest class to come downstairs when it was time to assemble.

The major strolled over to the group.

His tone was as cold as ice just taken out of a freezer, and he said chillingly, "Which class are you from? Don't you know you have one minute to assemble?"

Why are you late?

"Report, we are the second cadet team of the reconnaissance department, dormitory 402. We are cadets who just arrived today."

This wasn't said by Chen Mo, but by Ding Zeliang, who was the most proud during the initial introduction.

However, Lao Ding's words made Chen Mo's heart skip a beat, and he had a bad feeling.

Even though it's an academy, the "Army" in "Army Academy" still comes first.

In any era, the military has always had the bad habit of giving people a hard time. You don't even understand the situation, so why are you arguing with an officer?

as predicted.

As soon as Ding Zeliang finished speaking, the major's gaze fell directly on him.

"What's your name?"

"Report, Ding Zeliang."

"Alright." The major nodded and said, "The second team cadets who just arrived today, right?"

"I'm asking you about the objective facts, why you're late, and you're giving me this bullshit nonsense about just arriving today?"

Is this your first day in the army?

The sudden question caused the atmosphere to freeze for a few seconds.

Others might not understand what was going on, but Chen Mo did.

The second team of reconnaissance students consists of top talents from various units, so managing them is definitely not easy.

This is a common tactic used by the college; we must strictly enforce discipline.

I was just unlucky enough to be one of the people arrested.

Before Ding Zeliang could speak again...

Chen Mo straightened up first and said in a loud voice, "Report!!"

He dared not let that hothead Lao Ding speak again, otherwise, without a doubt, dormitory 402 would be in serious trouble.

It was terrible.

"speak!"

"Reporting to the commander, we are indeed late, and we are willing to accept the punishment."

The sudden admission of punishment surprised the furious major.

This isn't the right acting style for me.

As far as he knew, these people from the reconnaissance department were all troublemakers, very stubborn, and wouldn't be easily convinced unless a few were picked out and taught a lesson.

How come someone so eager to admit their mistakes suddenly appears?
"What's your name again?"

The major turned his gaze to Chen Mo.

"Reporting to the commander, my name is Chen Mo."

"Ah."

Upon hearing the name Chen Mo, the major couldn't help but snort: "Who do we have here? The scholar from the 63rd Army, the only private in all specialties to be promoted to officer this year."

"Then tell me why you're late?"

"Reporting to the commander, I don't think we're late," Chen Mo replied, head held high and chest puffed out, his eyes fixed on him.

His answer not only stunned the major, but also left the people lined up nearby and several veterans from 402 dumbfounded.

Are you kidding me?
He just admitted to being late and volunteered to be punished, but now he's changed his tune. Is he afraid the punishment isn't severe enough?

The major's temper was visibly rising rapidly.

Chen Mo spoke again: "Commander, from the day I joined the army, I understood one thing."

"There are only incorrect executions, not incorrect passwords."

“If the commander says we are late, then we are late and we are willing to accept the punishment. But if you ask us why we are late, then I reserve my opinion.”

"On the battlefield, whether a commander's orders are reasonable is naturally determined by the supervisory and disciplinary departments."

"After a battle, the orders and their execution will be examined and analyzed repeatedly under a magnifying glass."

"But as a trainee, all I need to do is execute."

Chen Mo spoke with a strong and resounding voice.

It even touched on the topic of war.

His words caused the major's expression to change several times, and he finally nodded with a grim face: "As expected of a scholar, you are quite eloquent."

"I'll let it slide this time, since he's the only private this year, but this is a one-time exception."

"Thank you, Chief!!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Mo hurriedly tugged at the old soldiers beside him, and only then did they realize what was happening.

They rushed to the queue.

No one knows what the major was thinking, but the veterans in his dormitory were both bewildered and impressed by his witty remarks.

Chen Mo's meaning was quite clear.

You are the leader, and if you say we are late, then we are late, but we do not agree with that, because it is clearly a show of force.

On the battlefield, orders and execution are supervised; here, there is no supervision, and you can do whatever you want.

They've already gone this far.

How else should we punish them?
The scholar is indeed a scholar; his given name might be wrong, but his nickname must be fitting. His tongue is truly venomous.

This was the thought in the hearts of all the veterans present.

However, everyone also knew that embarrassing a major in front of everyone was putting him in a very difficult position.

The scholar's future is likely to be somewhat bumpy.

(End of this chapter)