Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 159 Preparation for War Assessment: People from the Military Region Arrive

Chen Mo couldn't bring himself to urge them on this matter. He picked up the microphone, listened to the heavy breathing on the other end, and stood quietly in the conference room waiting.

Information technology is an inevitable trend, and he doesn't need to say much about it to people in the academy, nor can he say much about it to people in the military.

But there is no doubt that once the training base is established, not to mention the series of subsequent impacts.

Chen Mo understood the importance of taking this step better than anyone else.

He is, after all, one of the facilitators, and there will undoubtedly be countless opportunities for him to seize in the future.

Knowing that what follows is more important, Chen Mo's current priority is to help train his own reconnaissance company.

This idea might seem selfish, as it would mean robbing the entire reconnaissance company.

But in the current torrent, there seems to be no better way to deal with it.

Chen Mo knew long ago that he didn't rely on the Third Infiltration Company much, or rather, he didn't feel much belonging to it.

Because the time spent there was too short.

The person he wanted to pull away from, and the one he cared about most, was the one who was still in front of him.

Cheng Dong, a veteran company commander who had spent over a decade working his way up from the bottom, also spoke seriously for once, revealing a truth he understood but refused to acknowledge.

"Scholar, I can understand what you mean. Don't think that just because you have a few ounces of ink in your belly, I don't."

Cheng Dong thought for a while before continuing, "I heard the political commissar say that mechanization is the inevitable direction for future development. Do you know why the political commissar values ​​you so much?"

"It's because your ideas align with his, but our Reconnaissance Company 3 has its own honors. You said that the base construction is to better improve combat effectiveness, which is a good thing, but it's not just a matter for our company."

"I don't understand any grand principles, but you son of a bitch, think about it, how much longer can I be a company commander?"

"I'm thirty-seven years old this year, and I've been a company commander for seven years. If you take everyone in the company away, will the Third Company still be the Third Company?"

"Hey!"

As Cheng Dong spoke, he sighed heavily, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and said, "You're not one of the reconnaissance company guys."

“I figured this out when I went to the academy last time. I know you value relationships. You came from the Third Company. If anyone becomes a traitor, I'll personally go and kill them.”

"But this isn't how you show affection. Changes in the overall situation can't be controlled by one's emotions. You'll be an officer in the future, so you need to learn to focus on the big picture. Only in this way can you run freely in the vast world."

"If you son of a bitch can do well out there, then do your job well and don't let the Third Company hold you back. If you can't do well, then come back. You should be able to become a platoon leader, but don't even think about my meager savings."

Cheng Dong's words were truly righteous, stern, and powerful.

He also had his own selfish motives, but it was a mixed bag.

Half of the reason is that, according to regulations, he can only serve as a company commander for a maximum of three more years before being demobilized and returning to his hometown, and there is little chance of promotion.

In these last three years, he wanted to preserve the reconnaissance company he had led for so long and didn't want to see it fall apart, which made sense.

The other half is that he felt something was wrong with Chen Mo, and his first thought was to involve the entire company in the development.

Cheng Dong was deeply moved by this idea.

But this isn't how you move people. If you have the chance, you'll still try your best to climb up. If there are hundreds of people dragging you down, what's the point of climbing?

Dragging things out can kill a person.

Cheng Dong still felt quite noble at this moment, able to comfort Xiucai with clear thinking, saying that he should be mature, should prioritize the big picture, should not go against the tide, should let go of the past, and also forgive himself.

Chen Mo, who was furtively making a phone call in the conference room of the Army Academy's Economic Security Building, was completely stunned by what he heard.

How could he not be stunned?

First of all, many of the things he said in the meeting were just off the cuff and meant to deceive people.

This is nothing unusual. As the saying goes, the bold get rich while the timid starve. A few years ago, qigong masters were all the rage across the country. It's nothing to brag a little.

Secondly, this level of meeting room is always ready to be cleaned.

This place isn't a setting where just one of his students can openly communicate.

Chen Mo was genuinely worried that the old man might suddenly realize what had happened and then run back to kick him.

Thinking of these things.

Chen Mo dared not delay. He quickly gripped the microphone and said, "Company Commander, I didn't say it would affect the entire company. I just said to encourage more people to sign up."

"I can't explain the specifics clearly, but the academy will likely be in the preparatory stage soon. The establishment of a training base will inevitably attract the attention of the military region above. Let's sign up actively, regardless of whether we can actually go."

"Even just giving an impression of striving for progress is better than doing nothing."

"Company commander, I'm not going to say anything more. You should think it over."

"I'm hanging up now, I need to get back quickly."

After Chen Mo finished speaking, he turned his head left and right to see if anyone was passing by in the corridor, and then hung up the phone with a "click".

He then tugged at his clothes and strode out of the meeting room.

Meanwhile, on the reconnaissance company's side...

Cheng Dong, who was immersed in his own emotional euphoria, heard a dial tone coming from the microphone.

He was stunned for a moment: "Hey, you son of a bitch, you dare to hang up on me? Looks like I didn't beat you enough."

Cheng Dong slammed down the microphone, put his hands on his hips, and started cursing.

At the same time, I fell into deep thought.

Liang Hongjie, who had been standing at the back waiting for orders, curled his lip upon hearing this; he didn't believe the company commander's words at all.

When the scholar was in the company, was he ever punished?

That's a second-class merit recipient. Someone who, through his own abilities, got both the company commander and the political instructor to receive third-class merits. Who in the whole company would dare to really mess with him?

Moreover, the scholar's class monitor is a seasoned veteran with such a powerful background; it's hard to say who will take down whom.

After Cheng Dong had been cursing for a while, he gradually figured out what was going on.

To be honest, the scholar wasn't part of the reconnaissance unit, so he was mentally prepared. It's not exactly a regret, and offering his blessings is perfectly fine.

If it were anyone else in the company, he would be stingier than anyone else. After all, others are just changing places to serve in the army, while Xiucai is taking off in a new place, and that can't be stopped.

However, if he wanted to actively enroll in that so-called training base so that his superiors would notice, Cheng Dong had to put some thought into it.

After much deliberation, Cheng Dong waved his hand.

"Hey you, Xiao Liang, go and notify all squad leaders to hold a company meeting. All key personnel and cadres in the company must assemble in the meeting room within five minutes."

"Yes, Captain!"

After receiving the order, Liang Hongjie turned and ran. He didn't quite catch what was said on the phone.

But one thing is beyond doubt.

Something big might be about to happen in the company, and it's still related to that scoundrel of a scholar.

call ended.

When Chen Mo returned to the classroom from the conference room, the course for the reconnaissance command major had already ended, and even the books had been taken away by the students of the second detachment.

He wasn't in a hurry to go back to the student dormitory to get it.

The academic courses for those promoted to officer positions are numerous and varied. The radar course was taught today, and it will probably be a long time before it's our turn again.

"One two one, one two one, one two three four."

On his way back to the dormitory, Chen Mo passed by the largest military sports training ground in the Army Academy.

A series of impassioned slogans rang out.

Chen Mo turned his head to look into the distance.

You can see that there are quite a few trainees with red badges inside, all sweating and training hard to improve their physical fitness. I estimate there are at least a thousand people.

Under the blazing sun, which was over 30 degrees Celsius overhead, the intense heat scorched the ground, and the runners left behind trails of sweaty footprints on the training track.

Chen Mo stared at the training crowd for a while before he suddenly came to his senses.

The college will conduct assessments for students in each department at the end of May, including both theoretical and physical assessments.

Since arriving at the academy, I've been so focused on making a good impression that I almost forgot about the important things.

The mid-year assessment is quite important.

Seniors are facing graduation and job assignments, while juniors are thinking about being class monitors for this year's freshmen, earning credits, and gaining experience. They are all busy preparing for the assessment.

As for those who were promoted...

He's just bad at academics, so he came here to show off his muscles and demonstrate his physical abilities.

In short, the training ground was quite lively as noon approached. Fortunately, there wasn't much to do back in the dorm at this time.

Chen Mo turned and walked into the military training field, found a slightly shaded spot under a tree, and plopped down on the grass.

He raised his hand and gazed leisurely at the crowd struggling in the distance.

A strange thought suddenly popped into my mind: how many of these thousands of trainees will be able to reach the rank of regimental commander in the future?

For students who are young and in the prime of their lives, this question might feel somewhat insulting.

But Chen Mo had a genuine doubt.

The goal of training cadets at military junior academies, whether for promotion or further education, is to cultivate officers who are more cultured and capable of managing troops.

Not only now, but also in the future.

The army is a great melting pot; even if you graduate and become a platoon leader, it's just the beginning, not the end.

From now on, whether it's promotion or career development, everything will depend on yourself.

From the early 1990s to the late 1990s, the development of field armies was not very rapid.

But as the year 2000 approaches, Chen Mo's greatest strength remains his memories of the future.

The next decade will be a decade of rise, rejuvenation, and soaring, a decade in which the dragon will fully open its eyes and roar, leading to a GDP increase of dozens of times, a truly earth-shaking and magnificent miracle.

This is not something that can be achieved through the sacrifice of a generation.

It is not a glorious era, but one achieved through the great sacrifices of several generations.

We've come at a good time.

Chen Mo pressed his arms against the grass, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes. To be honest, he had given up on the Sergeant Academy just like that.

Chen Mo was really unwilling to accept this.

It is important to understand that we will soon be entering an era of dense communication, with rapid technological innovation that will be dazzling, a technological explosion, and increasingly complex weapon operating systems.

But time waits for no one, it won't wait for these trainees to grow up, and it certainly won't wait for the veterans in the army to learn slowly.

As time goes by, the military will have increasingly higher requirements for the cultural quality of its soldiers. What is considered a good soldier today may be eliminated in the future due to factors that seem insignificant now.

The purpose of the sergeant academy is to plan the career path for sergeants, with a minimum career duration of 10 years as the standard. If the career duration is less than this, it completely loses its meaning.

Whether the training base can achieve these goals is entirely unknown.

When preparing the materials, Chen Mo focused on the future of the soldiers, as the foundation for the success of the experiment was the source of soldiers.

On the other hand, it's also for their own benefit.

He wanted to be the one who promoted and defended this great era, not to step into this torrent of development.

However, the process and the result were ultimately somewhat different.

I'm not reconciled, I'm really not reconciled.

Chen Mo smacked his lips, then raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

He was unwilling to accept this because, once the currently insignificant non-commissioned officer academies could be established, they would inevitably become the cradle for training combined arms and multi-skilled personnel for field forces.

What a great opportunity!

To put it simply, none of the high-ranking officials he has been able to contact truly value the future role of the Officer Training Academy.

Chen Mo didn't have any better ideas to do at the moment.

We can only take one step at a time.

The time spent at the Army Academy was actually more monotonous than that in the reconnaissance company. There were not only monotonous classes, but also training that was even more monotonous than the classes.

The establishment of the training base has been temporarily put on hold.

Chen Mo was unaware of the specifics of how the academy's higher-ups were making preparations.

After all, he is just a student and cannot participate in the preparatory work at present.

Time passes day by day.

There was no vice president to speak up and protect him.

Chen Mo's physical education class was also affected, and he had to move back to room 402 as well.

Just like what Captain Fang said when we first entered the school, there are far more outdoor classes than indoor classes at the Army Academy.

This was especially true as the end-of-month assessment approached; the reconnaissance majors were fortunate enough to catch up, as long as they didn't have academic classes in the mornings.

At five o'clock sharp, a sharp whistle always sounds in the student dormitory.

There's no way around it; even military academies acknowledge that the most important thing for a soldier is, first and foremost, personal military skills.

How can you be a military officer if you're not physically fit? How can you command respect?
With the assessment approaching, working from dawn till dusk is just the norm.

recent.

As soon as he heard the whistle, Chen Mo, like everyone else, had to jump up, quickly put on his clothes, rush out of the dormitory, and run to the armory to collect his equipment.

fully armed.

Body armor, helmet, Type 85 sniper rifle, four magazines, two training grenades, a self-defense dagger, plus a bag of high-calorie individual field rations.

This is the training for the reconnaissance major. Unlike other majors, their training ground is a light weapons firing range located at the foot of Cuiping Mountain in the college.

Because it was too far from the canteen, they often ate breakfast at the training ground to simulate a field combat environment.

Then, the morning training session continued.

5 month 26 day.

That is, all the armored units of the 38th and 63rd Armies that were named compiled the exercise data of the past three years, handed it over to the major military region, and then transferred it to the Army Academy on the fourth day.

On the reconnaissance side...

Chen Mo and his two squads, totaling more than eighty soldiers, were standing at attention, maintaining a perfectly synchronized movement.

Their posture was like something copied from an assembly line; it looked exactly the same no matter how you looked at it.

Fang Huai strolled in front of the line with his hands behind his back, his cold gaze sweeping over the crowd.

Zhen Sheng said, "Comrades, our department will be conducting its mid-year assessment tomorrow."

“I know everyone has been working hard lately, but you have to persevere. I don’t care if you’ve been in the academy for a month or half a year.”

"Our reconnaissance department must achieve first place in tomorrow's assessment."

"I'll say it again: if you die from training, you're a martyr; if you don't, grit your teeth and hold on. If you don't have confidence, you can pack your bags now and go back to where you came from."

"Ten-minute break, then we'll gather for a weighted hill climb."

"Dismissed!!"

As soon as Fang Huai gave the order, Chen Mo, who had just been standing upright, immediately sat down on the ground, fanning himself with his hands to regain his strength.

He finally discovered it.

There's a reason why the squad leaders and captains of the reconnaissance department are selected from the motorized infantry battalion of the academy's training corps.

These squad leaders and captains are no less physically fit than the reconnaissance soldiers.

The intensive training these past few days has worn everyone out.

I simply don't have the energy to think about anything else.

But some things can't be stopped just because you don't want them to.

What was bound to happen finally happened, just as the reconnaissance team was catching their breath and recovering their strength.

Two military vehicles drove in from the small arms firing range and stopped directly at the entrance.

The work on the construction of the training base was finally put on the agenda.

The people sent by the 63rd and 38th Armies to assist the academy, or rather, to negotiate, finally arrived.

P.S.: I've recently received a lot of criticism from readers for not handling the previous chapter well. It was indeed my fault. I've been feeling particularly unwell with the flu lately, my mind is a bit muddled, and my thoughts haven't been organized.

I will keep an eye on this later. I'll just give you a little hint: the Officer Training Academy will definitely be built. This will be the protagonist's biggest asset in the later stages of the game. The real powerhouses who will be needed for him to dominate, or rather, to make their mark, haven't arrived yet.

The Army Academy doesn't have that much power to establish a school.

But it's also my fault. I didn't process the story well when I was feeling down, and I also had to go to work. I'm really sorry.

(End of this chapter)