Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 156 Wait, how does this scoundrel of a scholar have a connection with the vice-dean?
Cao Hongyi remained silent as the conference room door was closed again.

That is, the most senior professor in the Department of Warfare at Shimen Military Academy frowned and after a long while, he finally spoke: "Xiao Zhang, do you really want to follow what Chen said?"

"What kind of officer academy are we going to establish?"

In 1999, sergeant academies were not yet widespread. Apart from the military academies of the seven military regions, only the Navy's sergeant academy did not take the training of officers as its primary mission.

We must vigorously train soldiers.

The navy's current development is indeed not very good, and its combat power is too weak. It is understandable that it trains soldiers to improve their personal skills, but the army is not like that.

The idea that the army is the best in the world is still deeply ingrained in many people's minds.

In the eyes of many veteran instructors, things like informatization, the survival of the fittest in armored units, and any shortcomings have little to do with the so-called source of soldiers.

The key lies with the officers; cadres are the soul of the system. Many military experts, deep down, do not really agree with Chen Mo's suggestion.

It's no wonder that the older generation is stubborn and unable to accept this.

Changing mindsets is indeed difficult to achieve with just a few words. This explains why the Blue Team camp, which started strong but ended weakly, disappeared in previous years.

That makes sense.

When Zhang Jinnan heard the old professor's question, he reached out and tugged at his military uniform, smiling as he said, "Professor, I believe Comrade Chen Mo's suggestion is correct."

"We have conducted experiments on information technology time and time again, and each time it has ended in failure. Perhaps we are really on the wrong track."

“Total nonsense!!”

Cao Hongyi glared at him angrily and said, "Do you know how much resistance there is to establishing a military academy for our Army Academy?"

"You think you can treat the establishment of a military academy as a trivial matter?"

"An experiment is an experiment, and cultivation is cultivation. These are completely different concepts. Can you take on this responsibility?"

Faced with his teacher's stern reprimand, Zhang Jinnan did not put on airs as the vice dean. He simply smiled and helped his teacher up, his face showing a respectful smile: "Old man, now is not the time to talk about whether we can take responsibility."

“We can’t completely ignore the students’ suggestions. I’ll apply to Lao Yuan. Trying a few more paths is definitely not a bad thing.”

"Teacher, what do you think?"

"It's a mess, a complete mess."

Cao Hongyi angrily shook off Vice President Zhang's arm and left the office.

The group of old men who were originally in the office had different expressions; some seemed lost in thought, while others turned and left.

In terms of the contributions of the department heads to the academy and the reorganization of the army in various aspects, their status is no less than that of the vice president. Most people who are engaged in academics simply do not care about their own positions.

They only focus on their own research findings and cognitive concepts.

Zhang Jinnan was also helpless about this.

Seeing that he was now all alone in the office in the blink of an eye, Vice Dean Zhang sighed.

Immediately, he turned around, walked to his desk, picked up the landline, and dialed the office phone for the reconnaissance command department.

"Hello!! This is Zhang Jinnan. From now on, all military training subjects for Comrade Chen Mo are cancelled."

"Arrange for him to have a single room in his dormitory. Execute this order immediately."

After Zhang Jinnan finished speaking, he hung up the phone with a "click".

His age and experience are not particularly high compared to the heads of various departments, but as a vice dean, his vision and other aspects are by no means mediocre.

Zhang Jinan knew very well that a talent like Chen Mo should not be let go easily, as long as his political background check and investigation were all in order.

That's a rare talent.

To put it bluntly, the development of any system requires the injection of novel perspectives.

Moreover, Vice President Zhang did not believe that Chen Mo's suggestion was unfounded. The establishment of an informationized force might indeed require systematic training in order to truly meet all their requirements.

Regardless of whether there is any resistance from the principal, the necessary preparations still need to be made for this sergeant academy.

While the old men were away from the office, several people left.

Zhang Jinnan walked to the window and looked at the crowds coming and going on campus, his gaze gradually becoming deep.

"Chen Mo, an interesting person. I hope you won't disappoint me."

After finishing another cigarette.

Zhang Jinnan closed the meeting room door and strolled towards the principal's office.

He didn't know how far Chen Mo's so-called proposal for a military academy could actually go.

However, the establishment of a new college, or rather, the construction of a new base, requires the principal's approval.

Otherwise, it will all be in vain.

the other side.

Chen Mo, who had just been talking eloquently in front of a group of old men, was not as relaxed as he had imagined.

On his way back to the dormitory, he kept frowning and quickened his pace involuntarily.

Establishing a non-commissioned officer academy is, frankly, not a difficult plan. It's just targeted training, essentially a large-scale cram school. What's so difficult about that?

The difficulty lies in changing mindsets.

Chen Mo also knew that the support of just one vice dean was far from enough, and the limitations of his thinking would make this path very difficult to follow.

It's just a plan for the sergeant academy; even if it were placed on the vice president's desk now, it wouldn't make a difference.

A group of academics can easily find excuses to stall for months, and the opportunity will slip away.

Having been reborn and having served as a confidential secretary, Chen Mo knew better than anyone else.

Opportunity is always a hundred times, or even a thousand times, more important than so-called ability.

1999 was the most crucial year for the formation of the Blue Army. The informationized force was taking shape, which, according to the timeline of the previous life, was still six or seven years away.

But since he was going to do it, Chen Mo was determined to seize these two opportunities firmly.

He can use the Blue Army as a springboard, but he can't jump straight in.

There's no way around it; this kind of organization offends too many people, and what if it becomes a serious problem later?

If you're always beating up other units, you'll be constantly looking for someone to capture you alive, which will seriously affect your future promotions.

Therefore, the sergeant academy must be built, but while planning the establishment of the academy, Chen Mo also needs to find a way to write something else to shut those old men up.

What should I write?
Chen Mo racked his brains the whole way, but couldn't come up with a suitable solution.

Before he knew it, Chen Mo returned to dormitory 402 in Building 3. The moment he pushed open the door...

All six heads in the dormitory turned around at the same time.

"Damn, Scholar, you're finally back?" Wang Bo saw the person and ran up to him, grabbing Chen Mo's clothes and looking him over.

Shaking his head, he said, "You look fine, why have you been walking for so long?" "What could be wrong with me?" Chen Mo was somewhat puzzled by Wang Pangzi's strange behavior.

"What could possibly happen to you?" Ding Zeliang sat on a small stool, leaning against the bed frame and grinning. "You just left with the instructor this morning, and the police team came to our dormitory, saying they wanted us to cooperate with the background check and to question everyone separately."

"Basically, they're asking about my impression of you and whether you've exhibited any unusual behavior since coming to the academy."

"Damn it, this is like we're investigating a spy. What's going on with you, kid?"

"No, it's okay."

Chen Mo shook his head slightly.

He couldn't help but marvel at how thorough the background check at the Army Academy was, not even missing his roommate whom he had only known for a day.

Judging from this, the reconnaissance company must have been subjected to even more severe treatment.

Hey!
Thinking of this, Chen Mo sighed. The reconnaissance company was actually alright, after all, they were his own people.

In the past two weeks, I estimate that at least 300 people, if not 500, have been criticizing him.

Because of a suggestion I made in class, many armored units of the 63rd and 38th Armies received telegrams ordering the complete cancellation of leave and the compilation of exercise data from the past three years.

Those staff officers, clerks, and officers from various units, whenever they got tired and frustrated from work, would probably mutter "Damn scholar."

The thought of so many people having their eyes on me is incredibly unpleasant.

Seeing that Chen Mo was not in a good mood, Ding Zeliang and Wang Bo thought that something had happened to him, so they both shut up and stopped talking.

Background checks and investigations are nothing to Chen Mo, who has decades of life experience and has even served as a secretary to a former leader.

After all, he knew how many work processes worked. Who in a field unit could hold the rank of senior colonel and serve as the top military officer without going through a review process?
Are you suggesting they have a problem with this?
Seemingly noticing that Chen Mo wasn't in a good mood, Xie Yong, the oldest student in dormitory 402, made a "shush" gesture to everyone, then took out a cigarette from his pocket and offered one to Chen Mo.

Trying to soften his tone, he said, "Scholar, well, just from your name, I can tell you're quite cultured."

"Was this background check initiated because of your inappropriate remarks in class?"

"Hmm." Chen Mo nodded. It was true that his remarks had revealed some secrets, but it wasn't just random talk.

"Look," Xie Yong said, shrugging. "We don't know anything about the rules at the military academy. Since you're back, it means everything's alright."

"From now on, we'll just listen attentively in class. You're the squad leader, so do your best. You'll definitely graduate smoothly from the academy, and it would be great if you could go back and become a platoon leader."

"It's not easy to get promoted to officer. Don't get yourself fired. There are cuts everywhere now. Even our Night Tiger Company has been cut. A soldier's future depends on getting promoted to officer. How many old brothers have taken off their uniforms and left the army with gritted teeth and reluctance?"

"If you can seize an opportunity, you should cherish it."

Xie Yong's words were truly earnest and heartfelt, but Chen Mo's eyes grew brighter and brighter as he listened.

yes! !
He was just thinking that simply submitting a plan for the "Sergeant Academy" was too monotonous.

Xie Yong's words really reminded him of something he was planning to write something else, something more in-depth, to enhance his plans.

The establishment of the sergeant academy is not only to train a group of informationized troops that can be assembled into organized units at any time.

It can also provide a way out for many truly capable people in grassroots units who are struggling to find a way out.

How could I have forgotten this central idea?
What are the responsibilities of the college?
Isn't it all about cultivating more military talent to contribute to the army and national defense?

If the purpose of establishing a non-commissioned officer academy is simply to form a pilot blue force, then this approach does not align with the original intention of a military academy.

Many old-fashioned people might not agree, after all, Chen Mo himself was a "little stubborn person" in his previous life.

If we broaden this perspective to the point that the field army's non-commissioned officer system was newly established and had too many limitations in various aspects, it would waste the potential of talent and fail to fully tap into the functions of non-commissioned officers.

Wouldn't it be easier to accept the idea of ​​establishing a non-commissioned officer academy?
For soldiers, the most important thing is the passing on of the torch.

"Thanks, squad leader."

Chen Mo figured out what he wanted to write, and he couldn't help but grin.

Everyone in dormitory 402 watched as the scholar, who had just returned with a furrowed brow and a look of deep resentment, suddenly broke into a smile.

His mouth was like a steam engine, puffing out two thick plumes of smoke, leaving only the cigarette butt behind.

Then, I watched as Chen Mo rummaged through the table, searching for textbooks, books, and pens, grabbed a set of equipment, and hurriedly left.

"Where are you going again?" Xie Yong asked.

"I'm going to the library, I'll be back later."

Chen Mo left without looking back. He was indeed going to the library. Writing a "Plan for the Establishment of the Sergeant Academy" was not difficult. The real challenge was figuring out how to use classical allusions to impress those old men.

He already had a clear idea for establishing the academy, based on "On the Planning of Non-commissioned Officer Duties" and "The Relationship Between Contemporary Soldiers and the Army".

Go and complete this mission.

There's no other way to do it this way. These people from the military academy aren't officers from the grassroots units, so it's not easy to move people with just a few words.

They invested a great deal of effort in building the school.

To write a substantial report, one must cite sources, summarize the root causes, and search the college library for relevant materials.

Once this person gets a clue, he becomes incredibly energetic, like he's been injected with adrenaline.

Watching Chen Mo leave in a hurry, Ding Zeliang paused for a moment and asked, "Where did that kid say he was going?"

"It sounds like a library to me," Xie Yong replied blankly.

"This guy thinks he's so capable. He can understand the books in the library, but he can't even understand the books that were just handed out."

Wang Bo shook his head, completely unable to understand why the scholar was so enthusiastic.

The only person in the dormitory was Sheng Donghao, the veteran from the reconnaissance company who came with Chen Mo. He stared thoughtfully at the empty doorway.

His intuition told him that this scholar could probably cause quite a stir in the academy.

It should be noted that Sheng Donghao had encountered Chen Mo in the martial arts arena and knew that this private was not as simple as he seemed.

Can someone who dares to participate in reconnaissance soldier competitions after only a few months of enlistment be considered mediocre?

While the group was still in a daze...

Fang Huai, the captain of the second platoon of trainees, walked into the dormitory with his hands behind his back. He looked around first, and then asked in surprise, "Where's Xiucai? Didn't he already come back?"

"I went to the library again," Xie Yong explained casually.

"You're really making a fuss." Fang Huai shook his head: "You pick two people, bring the scholar's bedding and textbooks and come with me."

"The vice dean said that he will be given a single room and his recent training schedule will be canceled."

"The position of squad leader is temporarily suspended. You can compete for it yourselves. Do not disturb the scholar recently. This is a special instruction from the vice dean."

Was it instructed by the vice president?

Upon hearing this, the group of people in dormitory 402 looked at each other in bewilderment.

Wait, when did this scoundrel of a scholar get involved with the vice dean?
(End of this chapter)