Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 157 It's alright, I'll go subdue him.

No wonder people in room 402 are making such a fuss.

Although they had never been to the Shimen Army Academy before, even the most ignorant among them knew that the vice president of the Army Academy was a division-level leader.

For someone of this caliber to ask for a single room for a scholar is no ordinary privilege.

"You damn scholar, you're doing so well, it's worse than killing me," Fatty Wang muttered, but his hands moved quite nimbly.

He crawled under the bed and took out Chen Mo's shoes, yellow basin, and toiletries, holding them in his arms. He also pulled down the blanket from the upper bunk and tucked it under his arm.

Others wanted to help, but there was only so much stuff.

In the end, Xie Yong rolled up all the bedding, and the two followed Fang Huai downstairs to the family dormitory area north of the Jing'an Building.

I'd like to stay in a single dormitory, but May is the time when the military academy recruits, so the student dormitories are full and there are no spare rooms.

In the family dormitory area, there are dozens of dormitory buildings for cadres of different ranks. Fang Huai specially went to the logistics unit to apply for a single dormitory for him, which is located here.

We arrived at a dormitory room on the second floor, towards the back.

Pushing open the door, you can see an entire room, more than 30 square meters in size, with a large iron bed, a desk, a lamp, a wardrobe, a filing cabinet, and not only that, but also a separate bathroom and a washroom.

It even has air conditioning.

"My goodness!!"

After Wang Bo threw the quilt and daily necessities he was holding onto the big iron bed with a "plop," he looked just like Grandma Liu visiting the Grand View Garden for the first time.

Everything I see is strange and wonderful.

"Squad leader, did the scholar save the academy? Why is he being treated so well?"

"Can I apply for a single dormitory room? I'm worried that too many people will disturb my studies."

"Stop talking nonsense." Fang Huai frowned, then tossed the key to Wang Bo and said, "This is a dormitory that only officers at the regimental level can be assigned. I'm not qualified to live here yet."

"I don't know exactly what the scholar did. I heard he participated in some research project, but I'm not very clear about that either."

“When he gets back to his dorm from the library, show him the way. He can stay here for now.”

"Row."

After Wang Bo took the keys, his chubby face was filled with shock.

Participating in a research project—this thing sounds incredibly lucky, even in a single-person dorm room. How big of a pile of dog poop do you have to step in to have this kind of luck?
Wang Bo and Xie Yong exchanged a glance.

No one said a word. They weren't quite sure what a research project was, but the preferential treatment and attitude the academy showed to scholars was something tangible and real.

The scholar has a great opportunity.

This was the thought that both of them shared at that moment.

On the other side, inside the Army Academy library.

Chen Mo was soaking in it, just like a soybean thrown into a huge granary, completely inconspicuous.

The Army Academy Library has an astonishing collection of books. Excluding areas that are inaccessible due to access restrictions, there are more than 10,000 books on military matters alone.

With so many books, it would probably take until graduation to finish reading them all.

Fortunately, Chen Mo wasn't watching without a purpose.

Currently, the main mindset for military development is to learn from the US and imitate various things to improve ourselves.

Therefore, in order to make one's report sufficiently persuasive, it is really necessary to draw on relevant foreign policies in many aspects.

This isn't to say that Chen Mo lacks ability or confidence. It's just that the influence of societal perceptions on thinking is so deeply ingrained that it can't be changed in a few words.

When faced with overly complex or trivial information, such as the Yusdun system or the Russian early warning aircraft, Chen Mo would glance at them and put them down.

Even if you were to build a non-commissioned officer academy, you wouldn't need such detailed equipment.

He wasn't a military researcher himself, so it wouldn't have been of any use to him.

Chen Mo specifically chose to read and extract useful information from "The History of Military Weapon Development" and "Desert Storm Operation Record".

He was particularly impressed when he saw the documents in "Analysis of the War in the Indochina Peninsula".

This document records that American soldiers, after being promoted to E3 level sergeant, can apply to transfer units voluntarily.

When the 101st Helicopter Airborne Division was formed, 56% of the sergeants volunteered to join.

This kind of information might not be very useful elsewhere; at most, it would just give people an idea of ​​how the enemy organizes its troops.

However, it seemed quite important when placed in the materials Chen Mo wanted to write.

This information fully demonstrates the sustainability of the military career in the United States. The establishment of the NCO Academy is precisely to maximize this sustainability.
Those old academics, if you talk to them about training, they'll talk to you about military industry; if you talk to them about systems, they'll argue with you about technology.

To make your writing more impactful, you really need to incorporate references and allusions from various sources.

Chen Mo's greatest strength has never been physical fitness. The reason he worked so hard in the grassroots units was entirely to create an opportunity for himself.

Now that the opportunity has come, he's working even harder.

On May 8th, Chen Mo stayed in the library until 5 PM, when he was asked to leave just before closing time.

He only found out he had been assigned a single room after he returned to the dormitory.

But just in time, he really needed a lot of quiet to complete his plans.

Time passed little by little.

As Vice Dean Zhang Jinnan had instructed, Chen Mo indeed stopped participating in physical education classes for the next few days.

After all, we're not those old sergeants with muscles all over their bodies, so wild that they feel uncomfortable if they don't let loose and train their physical fitness.

It's mid-May now, and the weather is already very hot. The 30-degree sun is baking the playground. Anyone can go if they want, but Chen Mo has been spending most of his time either in the classroom or in the library, sitting there all day.

As Chen Mo had guessed, different opinions did emerge regarding the proposal to establish a military academy.

May 12, morning.

It happened while Chen Mo was attending academic classes.

Inside the conference room on the fourth floor of the Jing'an Teaching Building, military science professors from various departments, along with school leaders, discussed the arrangements for the next phase of courses for the new students.

Principal Yuan Shansong and Political Commissar He Jinping exchanged a glance. Principal Yuan then raised his hand and tapped the conference table, saying in a deep voice, "Comrades, the meeting will be extended a little."

"A few days ago, Lao Zhang mentioned that in order to establish pilot units for informatization, we need to set up a non-commissioned officer academy for preliminary training. I wonder if any of you comrades have any good suggestions?"

“Total nonsense!!”

No sooner had Yuan Shansong finished speaking than Cao Hongyi, the most hot-tempered and most senior professor of combat studies in the military academy, slammed his textbooks and materials heavily onto the table with a loud "bang."

"Is it easy to set up an academy?"

"Does the speech of a junior comrade really warrant such a big deal of criticism and such a huge amount of energy being devoted to setting up a non-commissioned officer academy?"

"If we're training infantry, do we need an infantry academy? And if we're training artillery, do we need an artillery academy?"

"Information technology changes the combat system. If we use entire units to experiment with it, are we sure the results will be worse than those of temporarily trained personnel?"

Faced with the old professor's questioning, Yuan Shansong raised his hand and tapped his head, a hint of helplessness flashing across his face.

Whether it's an academy or the military, seniority is highly valued. This opposition from senior members, who see it as a waste of the institution's resources, puts the principal in a difficult position.

Let alone opening a separate college, even opening a separate major is not an easy task.

Their thinking hasn't shifted to what targeted training means, nor do they understand that once the sergeant academy is established, the graduates can flourish everywhere in a short period of time.

The military is the military after all; you can't just parachute in someone and expect them to implement novel combat methods.

Regarding the establishment of this sergeant academy, those who have any influence within the academy are basically divided into two factions.

One group, like Cao Hongyi, believed that this was making a mountain out of a molehill and creating too much of a commotion.

Another group, led by Vice Dean Zhang Jinnan, believed that Chen Mo's proposal was well worth considering.

After all, the college values ​​talent the most.

So what is talent?

Being one step ahead makes you a genius, two steps ahead makes you a strategic expert, and three steps ahead wouldn't be an exaggeration to call you a prodigy.

However, after background checks and investigations, it was found that Chen Mo, as a private, was able to put forward the same viewpoints as those in the classified document "On Informationized Warfare," and even come up with the most reasonable experimental solutions.

This cannot be explained simply by the word "talented person".

Currently, apart from Chen Mo's overly calm demeanor during the review video, which seems a bit odd,...

In other respects, no one can really say that Chen Mo, this new student, is a genius.

But then again, even geniuses can't guarantee that every suggestion will be approved.

Hearing his teacher being the first to object again, Zhang Jinnan gave a wry smile, straightened his back, and said, "Teacher, you can't say that."

"I think Comrade Chen Mo's suggestion makes a lot of sense. The Kyoto Military Headquarters assigned this experiment to us. We selected four units in the entire Kyoto Military Region and conducted the experiment four times. Each time, the result was to stop it."

"Then why can't we change things this time?"

"Change what?" Cao Hongyi stared wide-eyed and said, "I still maintain that experiment is experiment, and cultivation is cultivation. We haven't reached that stage yet, so we can only conduct it on a small scale."

“I’m the first to oppose building a college.”

This is not the first time that a similar meeting proposal has reached a stalemate.

The Army Academy has many research projects to study and pay attention to, because the issue of establishing the school cannot be raised every time.

If we still can't pass this time, then we'll have to put it on hold for now and focus our efforts on the new students who enroll this year.

This is the last time.

Seeing the tense atmosphere in the conference room, Political Commissar He Jinping straightened his uniform and said with a smile, "How about this?"

"Let's put aside the topic of building the school for now. Since the idea was proposed by Comrade Chen Mo, let's have him come over and talk about it."

As he spoke, He Jinping gave Zhang Jinnan a wink, signaling him to go and call for help.

Vice President Zhang had no choice but to nod and get up.

He had given Chen Mo a week to organize the relevant information about the school's establishment. He really didn't expect that he wouldn't even last a week before the plan was about to fail.

Unfortunately, that's how many proposals are; not all good suggestions can be successfully passed and implemented.

Meanwhile, Chen Mo...

Just as he was standing tall and listening attentively to the instructor's lecture on radar technology, Zhang Jinnan appeared at the classroom door, dressed in a presentable casual outfit.

"Chen Mo, come out for a moment."

"Yes!"

Hearing the noise, Chen Mo got up and straightened his uniform. Amidst the bewildered gazes of a group of veterans in the second squad, he quickly ran out of the classroom.

Raise your hand in salute: "Greetings, Commander!"

Looking at the energetic young man with bright, piercing eyes in front of him, Zhang Jinan sighed inwardly. He led Chen Mo to the corner of the stairs before asking, "How's the school construction material I asked you to prepare coming along?"

"That's about enough, sir. Do you want it now?"

"Not for now. Come on, come with me to the conference room. There are quite a few comrades who hold conservative opinions about the school's establishment. The political commissar would like to hear your thoughts."

Upon hearing this, Chen Mo immediately realized that establishing a sergeant academy would likely face numerous difficulties.

"Sir, is someone unwilling?" Chen Mo asked cautiously.

"Mm." Zhang Jinnan was straightforward and nodded directly without beating around the bush.

"It's alright, I'll take him down." Chen Mo straightened his back, quite confident.

"What did you say?"

Zhang Jinan was in a bad mood at the moment, and he didn't really hear what Chen Mo said.

"It's alright, sir. I just wanted to share my thoughts."

Chen Mo quickly corrected it.

Although his words changed, his intentions remained the same. He established a non-commissioned officer academy and worked hard to align himself with the Blue Army and the informationized forces.

This is a path he finally found, how could he let it be abandoned so easily?
If the college won't let him go to the conference room, then there's nothing we can do but find another opportunity.

But if we let him go, we can at least have a heated debate with the scholars, rather than let this opportunity slip away quietly.

Don't forget, the reason Chen Mo was appreciated by his old leader in his previous life was because he performed exceptionally well in the war theory debate competition, which made his old leader value him.

He truly has the ability to debate with a group of scholars.

In terms of physical fitness, Chen Mo is not really strong in it. All his achievements are the result of squeezing out his potential and overdrawing his body.

When it comes to witty banter, Chen Mo has never been afraid of anyone.

We've never been afraid, and we've never backed down from anyone.

The problem was when we followed Vice Dean Zhang to the conference room on the fourth floor of the Jing'an Teaching Building.

Chen Mo looked up and saw two military officers with gold stars in their ranks sitting at the head of the conference table, staring at him.

On both sides of the conference table, there were at least thirty or forty university leaders at the senior colonel level.

When all these people turn their attention to themselves.

Even though Chen Mo was very confident before entering the room, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty at this moment.

After all, those who have held high positions for a long time, whether they are field army commanders or these old men engaged in academia, all carry a certain degree of authority.

Damn, dozens of people are staring at me, the pressure is immense.

Chen Mo swallowed hard, forcing himself to calm down.

He then strode to a spot three meters away from the conference table and stood at attention.

A sharp "snap!" was heard as someone saluted: "Greetings, Commander!"

(End of this chapter)