Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 154 Signing a Confidentiality Agreement, Future Star

Cheng Dong puffed on a cigarette, a flame flickering in his wise eyes, ever since he learned why Dean Lu had initiated the investigation.

He could never find peace of mind.

The scholar is a thoughtful person. The political commissar had told him this a long time ago, and now it has really come true.

After all, when new recruits arrive at the army, they are not interested in anything else and just work hard to achieve good results. They are very proactive in all aspects without needing to be taught by others.

Anyone could tell that the scholar's thoughts were much more complex than others'.

This guy, has he encountered a born military genius?
Cheng Dong glanced at his captain's rank and then at Chen Mo's red cadet rank in front of him. He even wondered if this kid would reach the same rank as him after graduation.

No matter what.

Company Commander Cheng has been in the army for so many years, so he knows a bit about the policies.

The government is changing policies about the training of officers almost daily, and who knows, this kid might just happen to be one of them.

"Company commander, what are you thinking about?"

Seeing that Cheng Dong remained silent and kept glancing at him, Chen Mo felt uneasy and casually asked a question.

"What am I thinking? I'm thinking about how much trouble you've gotten into, you son of a bitch."

Cheng Dong snorted twice in annoyance, then walked to the door of the conference room, looked around, and found that the police team had already left.

The college should have reached a conclusion regarding the review process.

He strode to the conference room landline, picked up the microphone, pressed a series of numbers against his ear, and struck a pose with his hands on his hips, just moments before displaying an arrogant demeanor.

The moment the call connected, Company Commander Cheng straightened his back immediately and shouted, "Greetings, Brigade Commander!"

"The review here is finished, so there shouldn't be any problems."

"Chen Mo? He's perfectly fine, nothing's wrong. Yes, yes, I understand."

"What? The academy wants to transfer personnel? And they're asking the military region for cooperation? This, this, this..."

Just as Cheng Dong was about to ask what happened, the other end of the phone hung up completely.

Chen Mo was standing too far away, so he couldn't hear what was being said on the phone.

Judging from the company commander's expression, one could tell that the academy was about to make quite a commotion.

This made his heart skip a beat.

Could it be that I've gotten myself into a really big mess this time?

But that shouldn't be the case. Chen Mo believed he was confident and experienced, so he didn't dare to make any overly boastful claims in class.

"Company Commander, what's the matter?" Chen Mo walked quickly to Cheng Dong.

"Damn it, you've got a problem with me, kid." Upon hearing this, Cheng Dong glanced at Chen Mo and said, "Was it you who said in class, in front of the old professor of Army Operations, that only what you have is the most in line with the system?"

"Yes, that's true." Chen Mo admitted without hesitation.

Because this theory only emerged in the last few years, we are currently exploring various paths forward.

"You have the nerve to admit it."

Cheng Dong raised his hand, took off his hat, and scratched his head: "Because of what you said, some people in the college are holding a grudge against you."

"From what the brigade commander said, the school sent the telegram to the military region headquarters. The headquarters ordered the 63rd Army, the 38th Army, and all armored units at the division, brigade, regiment, and battalion levels to cancel all leave."

"The requirement is to compile and model all the archived data from the past three years of exercises, confrontations, armored tanks, gun-tank and infantry-tank joint training, and other training exercises of all units, according to the unified standards issued by the military region, and submit them for summary within half a month."

"Even our 7th Brigade is completely overwhelmed right now."

"You son of a bitch, you're really good at causing trouble."

When Cheng Dong said these words, he almost jumped up.

Even Chen Mo felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this.

Good heavens, the exercise archives of the divisions, regiments, brigades, and battalions of armored units from two military regions over the past three years—that's an astronomical number!

This is not an exaggeration.

Leaving aside other units, let's take the 7th Armored Brigade in Hedong as an example. Its four main battalions must ensure that all companies conduct at least two rounds of joint training every month.

There will be at least one round of joint training between the main battalions every month.

The data archiving alone, let alone three years' worth, could probably fill an entire archive room with just one year's worth of forms.

Although the military is the most technology-sensitive unit, and computers have long been widespread, paper-based archiving is used except for very important exercise records.

The rest can be stored on a computer.

The problem is that this storage method has absolutely nothing to do with organizing files according to requirements; the work that needs to be done is no less.

The units whose names were mentioned will likely have more than half of their officers experiencing firsthand the pain of collecting, analyzing, and modeling raw big data.

Even a highly efficient organization like the military can take half a month to process these matters, which shows just how difficult they are.

But are these actions really related to myself?
Chen Mo was also a little unsure.

He did say in the classroom that he wanted the instructors to review the recent armored forces exercises and see if their combat effectiveness had improved, since no one knew better than those at the grassroots level.

But that was just something said in the heat of the moment, it shouldn't have warranted such a big fuss, right?
Chen Mo didn't understand the specific reason for it yet.

The two waited in the conference room for another half hour, but no one else came. Even the police officers who had left did not return.

So I decided not to wait any longer.

Chen Mo led Cheng Dong down from the Special Operations Department building. Along the way, they encountered many busy officers moving between floors, but no one asked them anything.

"Company commander, the investigation should be over."

Chen Mo was new to the job and didn't know who to ask about this, so he simply said, "Company Commander, you didn't eat lunch, did you?"

"Come on, I'll treat you to a meal."

"Where can we find food in the cafeteria now?" Cheng Dong replied, turning his head to look at the construction inside the Shimen Lu Academy, his face full of envy.

The gap between the academy and the grassroots troops is too big.

He was a volunteer soldier who was directly promoted to officer without any training or even attending a military academy.

Looking around, there are all kinds of trees, flowers, and fruit trees everywhere, and the grass is lush and green. In the huge campus, there is not a single patch of bare yellow soil.

Cheng Dong waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I'm not eating."

"Let's go check your dorm. If no one tells me by the afternoon, I'll head back."

"Damn it, school is still the best. No wonder the kids who graduate from here are all so physically weak. This place doesn't even look like a training ground."

Hearing the company commander's comments, Chen Mo smiled.

Although Cheng Dong had worked in a grassroots reconnaissance company for many years and was indeed a qualified company commander, times had changed, and the current promotion system was different from the past.

Anyway, I don't have any classes.

Chen Mo simply took the company commander for a stroll around the Jing'an Building area, which he was quite familiar with.

Along the way, we passed Taoliyuan, the residential area where foreign students live, and also the auditorium.

Primary school campus, service center, and activity area for cadres' families.

These places all have restaurants nearby that are open for business, so you can go in and order food anytime.

But our strong-willed Company Commander Cheng, despite his stomach growling with hunger, didn't even finish the bread he bought on the way and left it in the rest room.

But he absolutely refused to let the soldiers he led treat him to a meal.

Chen Mo had no choice but to buy a piece of bread and a bottle of water at the service center and hand them to Cheng Dong.

The two sat side by side on the roadside flowerbed to rest.

"Scholar."

"Yes, Company Commander."

"Now that you're here at school, do your best. I think you have more potential than me, just look at this review."

"Damn it, I've never encountered anything like this in my more than ten years of military service. The military has to develop, right? I think you can develop better than me."

Cheng Dong ate his bread while sighing.

This visit to the academy truly impacted him. It wasn't just because of the review process, but also because of Chen Mo's statement, "Only what is your own is truly in line with the system." That one sentence made the academy take it so seriously, and even the military region started to get busy.

Even if he were simple-minded, he could guess that the soldier he had trained might one day reach a height that he would have to look up to.

After all, times make heroes.

Chen Mo remained silent, his gaze fixed on the figures coming and going on the road in the distance, pondering how the academy would handle his situation.

Two military-green Changjiang 750 sidecar motorcycles screeched to a halt in front of the two men.

The two men on the motorcycle were both members of the police force, or military police.

At first, Chen Mo thought that the military academy's discipline was too strict, and that their behavior of sitting by the flower bed eating bread was a violation of the regulations.

But just as the two of them stood up...

In the sidecar of the motorcycle behind, Fang Huai, the captain of the second cadet squad of the reconnaissance command major, quickly got up and ran to Chen Mo.

Captain Fang, panting, wiped the sweat from his brow and grinned, "Scholar, what are you running around for?"

"A leader is looking for you, and the security guards have all come looking for you in your dormitory."

"Is the investigation still ongoing?" Cheng Dong frowned.

He knew Fang Huai. When Chen Mo was restricted from traveling, it was Captain Fang who picked up Cheng Dong from the airport, so the two were not strangers.

"What?"

Fang Huai realized there had been a misunderstanding and waved his hand, saying, "The investigation is over, so everything should be fine."

"Old Cheng, I took Xiucai to the teaching building because the school leaders want to see him. I'll take you to the airport later. Thank you so much for your cooperation this time."

"It's okay, we'll get through it."

Cheng Dong quickly finished the bread, put the wrapper in his pocket, then patted Chen Mo on the shoulder and laughed, "Alright, just be good at school."

"I won't wait for you."

"There are still many things waiting to be done at the office. Study hard here, listen to your superiors, understand?"

"Yes, Captain."

"Take your time on your way back. Or, you can stay here for the night. There's room in the dorm."

Chen Mo tried to say something, but was stopped by Company Commander Cheng, who pushed him to quickly sit on the sidecar.

The vehicle starts.

Cheng Dong stepped back a few paces, waved, and watched the motorcycle leave.

By this time, Cheng Dong already knew that if he let the scholar come to the academy, this soldier would most likely not be a member of the reconnaissance company in the future.

It's not hard to guess.

A recruit can earn second-class merit and third-class merit during his basic training and receive commendation from the military region. He has only been at the school for one day, yet he has already caused so much trouble that he is being investigated.

His suggestion also caused armored units in two military regions to spend half a month organizing exercise data.

People like this will probably be in high demand by many organizations or colleges in the future.

Cheng Dong was mentally prepared, knowing that Chen Mo's future development would definitely not be bad, and he was not part of the Third Reconnaissance Company. All he could do was offer his blessings.

If it were Wang Jianyong or Yao Jinghua, veterans, he probably wouldn't have let them go.

But Chen Mo is clearly not someone to be underestimated.

Is a student who has just entered the academy able to put forward a viewpoint that the school takes seriously? Could he be a wolf?
Clearly, this kind of person will only become the leader of a pack of wolves in the future, and will not submit to anyone.

And this time is probably not too far off.

the other side.

Chen Mo followed Fang Huai back to the Jing'an Building, the place where classes were first held.

This building houses over 70% of the majors, courses, and experiments at the Army Academy.

Any instructor who comes out at random would be a deputy division-level officer in the military.

And here, it can be seen everywhere.

Captain Fang led Chen Mo into the teaching building. He pointed towards the stairs and said, "Go to the second room on the left on the third floor. There are school leaders waiting there."

"Stop running around aimlessly."

"Captain, who's looking for me?" Chen Mo asked, puzzled.

He had been in the Special Operations Command Building for half a day without anyone going there. How come he was called back after just a short stroll?

"Why ask so many questions? Forget it, you'll find out when you get there."

Fang Huai waved his hand deftly, then turned and left quickly.

It's not that he didn't want to tell, the problem is that Fang Huai didn't know who was looking for Chen Mo. All the police officers had gone to the dormitory of the reconnaissance major, which was his area of ​​responsibility.

He had only heard that some school leaders were looking for the scholar, but how would he know who it was?

But there was one thing he could guess: the person looking for the scholar this time was probably of a high rank, because the second room on the left on the third floor of the Jing'an Building was the archives room.

Apart from a few department heads and other faculty members who can go there, most ordinary students, including officers from military units, do not have the authority to go.

There are very few people in the entire academy who have the authority to summon a scholar.

Since he couldn't find out who it was, Chen Mo simply stopped worrying about it. Anyway, the investigation had already been completed, so what else could happen?

He reached out and tugged at his military uniform, then strode up to the third floor.

Following Fang Huai's instructions, he pushed open the door and entered the room, only to find that he had not arrived at the classroom, nor the office.

Against the wall, there were rows of mahogany cabinets, and inside the cabinets, brown paper bags with long labels filled half the room.

In the rest area next to the cabinet.

Six or seven old men were gathered there, flipping through something in their hands. Chen Mo recognized them all because he had seen them in the classroom before.

But he was more familiar with one of them.

It was Zhang Jinnan, the vice president who was the last to speak on stage during the morning's awarding of ranks.

Among these people, Vice Dean Zhang is the youngest.

See this.

Chen Mo didn't have time to think about anything else and strode to a place three or four meters away from the group.

Stand at attention, raise your hand in salute, and say: "Greetings, Commander!"

"Oh, you're Chen Mo?"

Zhang Jinan looked up and glanced at him, then asked with a smile.

"Yes, Chief."

"Don't be so formal," Zhang Jinnan said, placing a confidentiality agreement and a brown paper bag on the table in front of him.

"I'll show you a document, but you'll need to sign a confidentiality agreement before you do."

Vice Dean Zhang seemed to have plenty of patience with the young man in front of him.

He not only guided the signing of the agreement, but his tone was also gentler than usual.

But Chen Mo was completely bewildered.

He only realized when he got closer that the label on the brown paper bag contained the contents of a document.

The title is "On Informationized Warfare".

Chen Mo was stunned because he had seen this confidential document in his previous life.

If I remember correctly, this document was kept confidential until 03.

However, mechanization has not yet completed the arduous task of relocating 30 people.

The conclusions drawn about information-based warfare have already been overstated?

(End of this chapter)