Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 165 This Dean Lu can now walk sideways from now on.
At this moment, countless eyes were focused on the ropes in the military training field, and some people cheered and shouted encouragement.

Some people are just watching the show with their arms crossed, wanting to see how many will successfully reach the finish line this year.

Chen Mo shook his dizzy head. He could no longer feel the pain caused by the severe exhaustion of his physical strength.

I felt so tired that I could close my eyes and fall asleep the next second.

At this moment, nothing—the kilometer obstacle course, the training challenge for the army's top reconnaissance soldiers, the mid-year assessment—could compare to a good night's sleep.

His subconscious kept telling him that as long as he let go and fell into the sandpit, he would feel incredibly relaxed.

But Chen Mo did not choose to let go. Large beads of sweat slid into his eyes, stinging them until they turned red.

This is no longer a rope crossing, but a movement using suspended ropes.

Chen Mo tried to grit his teeth, but he simply didn't have any extra strength. He could only try to alternate between his left and right hands, and each time he had to rest for a long time before he could move again.

I don't ask to reach the finish line, I just hope to go a little further and do more than others.

Among the crowd in the distance, only a very small number of people recognized Chen Mo.

But it was clear to everyone that this soldier was at his last gasp.

The only reason it can still move is because of its indomitable spirit.

"Scholar, keep going, you're almost at the finish line!" In the distance, Ding Zeliang was still waving encouragingly from time to time, his face showing obvious excitement.

Regardless of whether the people in front of them were physically exhausted or made mistakes while crossing obstacles, none of them reached the finish line, which was a problem for the groups that hadn't even started yet.

It's still a blow.

Many people are eagerly hoping that someone will successfully reach the finish line and give encouragement to those behind.

Gradually, after a short rest, Chen Mo was able to hear the sounds in the distance again. He looked up with difficulty for a moment, then stopped paying attention.

They continued to move forward alternately.

Although Chen Mo is not old, he has experienced too much of the coldness and warmth of human relationships and has much more social experience than his peers.

Chen Mo's progress, or rather failures, in training did not allow him to fully experience the joy and frustration involved.

Faced with encouragement and passion, most of the time, he felt like he was doing an extremely tedious grid drawing, without much joy or excitement after achieving something.

But it is precisely because of this that Chen Mo understands even more clearly that giving up is easy many times, just a matter of a single thought.

Persisting is extremely difficult.

Many of life's opportunities and chances lie hidden in perseverance, one after another.

Finally, he moved the 30-meter rope to the finish line.

At this moment, the two members of the fourteenth group also collapsed halfway down.

On Chen Mo's side, there was only a five-meter-high net wall, an eight-meter-long climbing board, and an "S"-shaped bend at the final finish line. He would win as long as he crossed it.

But Chen Mo was too exhausted. After climbing over the rope, he fell into the sandpit and tried three times before he could stand up.

Fang Huai, who was at the starting line, looked anxious. He waved his hand and instructed the veterans of the motorized infantry company of the training regiment to guard the finish line.

This makes it convenient to take care of Chen Mo when he collapses.

Ding Zeliang and Xie Yong from dormitory 402, who had either participated in the competition or were still far from participating, also began to move towards the finish line.

People have a herd mentality.

Fang Huai ordered the police officers on duty to open the gap and let people go to the finish line. The crowd that had been watching the excitement on the outside began to converge on the finish line.

"Scholar, hang in there!"

As Xie Yong ran, he shouted at Chen Mo, who was still staggering forward, and a large crowd behind him shouted back.

The crowd surged and the noise echoed across the scorching training ground.

Maybe it's because they're young.

As Chen Mo took heavy steps toward the net wall, the process gradually brought him back from his near-fainting state, and the excruciating pain in his chest, as if it were about to explode, returned.

The five-meter-high net wall, if Chen Mo is in good condition, he can climb to the top in a few moves and then jump down without any problems.

But at this moment, his legs were clearly out of sync.

Several times during the climb, he nearly fell because his toes got caught on the rope.

Left with no other choice, Chen Mo could only lower himself down the net wall by bending his legs slightly outward and holding onto the rope tightly with both hands.

When it came to the penultimate activity, climbing the wooden wall, the crowd watching from afar held their breath for Chen Mo.

This so-called climbing wall is not as good as a climbing tower, at least the tower has more places to grab onto.

The wooden board has only one side, with many small protruding wooden blocks nailed to it. The entire wooden wall is a full eight meters long.

To get past this obstacle, Chen Mo had to keep his entire body pressed against the wall, gripping it with his hands and feet, to ensure he wouldn't fall.

Watching Chen Mo's trembling movements, Fang Huai, who was observing, held his breath and stared wide-eyed.

It seemed as if they were afraid that making any noise would disturb the scholar.

The cheers from the audience grew fainter until they fell silent, and thousands of eyes were fixed on the figure on the wooden wall.

On the vast 1,000-meter obstacle course, Chen Mo seemed to be the only protagonist in the entire event. No one could keep up with his pace, and no one could keep up with him.

One meter, two meters, three meters, four meters, five meters.
The moment Chen Mo successfully jumped down from the wooden wall, the audience erupted in applause once again.

Because there's only one last "S" bend left; once you get past it, it's the finish line.

Police officers set up colorful ribbons at the finish line in advance.

This is the first time in fifteen consecutive challenges today that someone has a chance to reach the finish line.

"Scholar, hold on! Charge!!"

"Scholar, you damn well better hold on, give it your all, give it your last bit of effort."

"Victory is just around the corner, give it your all, bro."

The roars and cheers from the crowd almost lifted the dome above the entire military training field.

Who says today's reconnaissance soldiers are inferior to the veterans of the past?

Isn't it true that some people can reach the finish line?

The S-curve isn't actually very long, less than 100 meters in total, but it was the most difficult distance Chen Mo had ever traversed.

He stumbled every three steps and staggered every two steps, barely managing to stay upright until he fell to the ground, sustained only by the stubbornness in his heart.

at last.

Chen Mo reached the finish line the instant his body passed over the finish line ribbon.

The crowd rioted.

Xie Yong took the lead and rushed to the front. He had competed before, and no one knew better than him how difficult the 1,000-meter obstacle course was.

It's strange that he could conquer this veteran from the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company, but he couldn't conquer that little-known armored reconnaissance company private from the 7th Division.

"Come on, I'll do it!!"

Xie Yong rushed to the finish line, took the lightly salted water prepared by the police officer, and with his strong arms, helped Chen Mo up and fed him the water bottle, wetting his lips little by little.

"Scholar, you've been hiding your true colors for a while now. You always just follow the crowd during training camps. What, were you not good enough for me to step in before?"

Upon hearing the sound, Chen Mo merely grinned, completely drained of energy.

Fang Huai stepped forward, patted Chen Mo on the shoulder, and laughed loudly, "Good lad, well done! Just for this, you can walk around our academy with your head held high from now on."

"There are many military academies in Shimen. Now that you've passed the test, I'm afraid quite a few people will come to challenge you soon, haha."

"Damn, you're putting a lot of pressure on me." Ding Zeliang raised his hand and scratched his head.

What he said is true.

No one from the first dozen or so groups reached the finish line, but suddenly one person from the thirteenth group emerged. This definitely poses a big challenge for the groups that follow.

However, greater challenges also mean greater enthusiasm.

It was fine if no one had approved it before; everyone was the same, like a thief catching another thief, and no one laughed at anyone else.

But now that one person has passed the test, it's like sounding the charge for everyone.

Group 17, Group 18, the veterans took to the field, each one more steady than the last, and some even began to learn from Chen Mo's movements when it came to the details of overcoming obstacles.

That's absolutely amazing.

As the training camp was still ongoing, the crowd gathered at the finish line did not linger.

Some people just came to see what the person who could pass the test looked like. After seeing that the scholar who had been shouting for so long was just an eighteen or nineteen-year-old youth, many people clicked their tongues and left.

However, some people lingered there, observing Chen Mo from time to time.

Fortunately, we're thick-skinned, so let them look. It's not like it'll hurt us.

You are free to look around and browse as you please.

Chen Mo sat cross-legged on the ground, ignoring the people around him and only caring about resting.

The main problem is that my whole body feels like it's falling apart, and I have no strength at all.

He ignored the stares from those around him, occasionally sipping some salt water to stay hydrated. As he sat there enjoying his leisure, several young men and two women, all wearing red-stamped cadet rank insignia, curiously gathered around him.

"Hello, senior." One of the short-haired female students squatted down in front of me, reached out her hand and smiled, "My name is Yu Tian, ​​I am a sophomore in the Department of Electronic Engineering, and also a member of the college's publicity club."

"Senior, could you tell me what it felt like to run the 1000-meter obstacle course?"

Since joining the army, this was the first time someone had called him "senior," and Chen Mo unconsciously straightened his posture.

He politely shook hands with the girl. Actually, although she was a sophomore, she was probably older than Chen Mo.

"I don't feel anything, just one word: tired."

Chen Mo shook his head, his answer casual: "What kind of experience is there in obstacle course then?"

No matter how eloquent a person is, after overcoming so many obstacles, their biggest feeling would probably be just "Holy crap!" No amount of fancy words can describe the process.

Based solely on physical ability, only the most outstanding individuals in the military or exceptionally talented athletes can win.

The rest depends entirely on willpower.

But Yu Tian, ​​a member of the college's publicity club, clearly had no intention of letting go of this good material.

She took out her notebook and pen, squatted down again, and asked in a chattering tone like a fangirl, "Senior, can I ask which unit you're from?"

"What merits did they make that led to their selection for admission to the school? How old are they this year? Our publicity club can write a special column for them soon."

"His name is Chen Mo. He is a soldier in the 7th Tank Division of the 63rd Army. Right, it should be called the 7th Armored Brigade now."

Just as Yu Tian was asking the question, a dignified response suddenly came from behind her.

When everyone looked up, they realized that Zhang Jinnan, the vice dean of the Army Academy, had arrived with several school leaders.

Chen Mo's success stemmed from his past experiences and the numerous high-ranking officials he had interacted with.

So, when facing the faculty members of the college, people dare to call them "old man" or something similar behind their backs.

But that doesn’t mean that the vice president of the Army Academy and other leaders don’t have authority, especially for ordinary students like Yu Tian.

Upon seeing the school leaders approaching, and a whole group of them at once, the group quickly stood at attention and saluted!
Chen Mo also stood up and saluted!

"Hello, Chief!!"

"Haha, you're really no peaceful fellow."

Zhang Jinnan waved to the other students, indicating that they didn't need to be polite, then patted Chen Mo on the shoulder and laughed, "Not bad, you can even finish the 1,000-meter obstacle course, you can be considered a well-rounded talent."

"Do a good job in the mid-year assessment, don't mess it up, your Seventh Division people are watching."

After Vice Dean Zhang finished speaking, he turned his head and gestured to another senior colonel standing behind him.

Chen Mo didn't recognize this person, but he had heard Fang Huai and Cheng Dong mention that there were people from the Seventh Division in the Army Academy a long time ago.

It seems this must be the person in front of me.

Actually, he is quite easy to distinguish from his appearance. Unlike Zhang Jinnan and those academic teachers, although he wears the rank of senior colonel, he has a more refined and scholarly demeanor.

A face-to-face conversation is not pressing.

The man that Vice Dean Zhang pointed to looked to be at most around fifty years old, but his temples were already gray, and he exuded an aura of stern authority.

Even without them saying a word, a chilling aura of war and conquest permeated the air.

"Hello, Chief!!"

Chen Mo saluted again.

"Hello." The other person simply nodded slightly upon hearing this.

Zhang Jinnan, standing to the side, said with a smile, "Chen Mo, this is Luo Yaowu, the former chief of staff of your Seventh Division. He has now been transferred to our college's Department of Strategy and Tactics as its director."

"You'd better do well, Director Luo is keeping an eye on you."

"Don't worry, Commander, I promise I won't bring shame to our old Seventh Division." Chen Mo solemnly swore. Although the old Seventh Division was no longer around, and even its designation had been withdrawn.

But for these older generation leaders, the unit may be gone, the number may be gone, but the people and the spirit they passed down will always remain.

We shouldn't miss this opportunity to build closer relationships.

"Yes, you've done very well."

Luo Yaowu smiled. He was one of the main people in charge of building the training base for the academy, so he naturally knew about Chen Mo's situation.

After a brief greeting.

Zhang Jinnan waved his hand again and said, "Alright, you young people can chat. We old men won't bother you any longer."

Done.

Vice Dean Zhang then left with his men. He was quite surprised that someone like Chen Mo, who devoted himself to studying information technology every day, could also be so outstanding in physical fitness.

He had initially hesitated to suggest to Principal Yuan that Chen Mo serve as an instructor in the base's academic affairs department.

Now it seems like it's not entirely impossible.

After all, no matter what the instructors teach, when facing a group of non-commissioned officers, they must have the ability to command respect, right?

Talk is cheap.

There's a reason why those who can lead troops are often those who can subdue them.

It's alright if Vice Dean Zhang brings a group over for a quick look around, but don't forget, the reconnaissance department's intensive training is still ongoing.

There were at least 1,500 to 2,000 people nearby who had come to watch the spectacle.

So many people witnessed this so-called scholar chatting and laughing happily with the vice dean of the academy. How could that be allowed to happen?

Zhang Jinnan just left.

Chen Mo noticed that the gazes cast upon him from around him were now mixed with surprise, shock, and gossip compared to before.

Don't think about it.

If anyone mentions him these days, they'll probably guess that they're related to the vice president.

Don't underestimate this college where young people in their early twenties gather. Rumors are flying everywhere, but that's only a matter of hours.

This is not.

No one else was needed; Yu Tian, ​​a sophomore majoring in electronic engineering, was standing nearby and heard the entire conversation.

At that moment, a fierce fire of gossip ignited in her bright eyes.

"Senior, your name is Chen Mo?"

"What a great name! Can you tell me the story of the Seventh Division? Don't worry, senior, I'll definitely write a wonderful article about the Seventh Division and your heroic performance today, and post it on our propaganda club's bulletin board."

The propaganda team is similar to a college club; it is formed by students themselves with the approval of the college, and the articles they write are not directly published in the military newspaper.

It's similar to a confession wall in a university, only it's more positive and spreads among students from different departments.

If the idea is good, or the writing is decent, it may be selected by the college's publicity department and published in the military newspaper.

Chen Mo knew about these things.

Fortunately, nothing much is happening right now, and he needs to increase his visibility in various ways.

He simply sat on the ground and vividly recounted his story to Yu Tian and several other members of the propaganda team.

For example, according to the military region, they have their own spies, reconnaissance soldiers compete, new recruits compete, and they have their own company commanders, veteran platoon leaders, and so on.

As long as it doesn't involve the training base, there's nothing he can't say.

The experience of being promoted from the grassroots to a private is quite powerful for students who have entered university through the college entrance examination.

at first.

Chen Mo only had a few male and female fans listening to him, but later more and more people gathered, eventually forming a large crowd.

Those guys were all listening intently to the scholar's boasting.

The other guys in room 402 were scratching their heads in disbelief.

Damn it, how come that bastard scholar always has such good luck?
Whether he can act with impunity in the academy in the future is unknown, but he has certainly become famous.

Who doesn't want to be in the spotlight? Who doesn't want to be noticed?
Chen Mo persisted throughout the entire process and received a warm welcome from a group of people, which made a group of old bachelor scouts in the distance envious.

One by one, they channeled their grief and anger into motivation, racing with all their might on the 1,000-meter obstacle course.

In any case, this training camp brought together veterans from all over the army, including veterans from various heroic reconnaissance companies.

Later, some incredibly determined individuals also managed to reach the finish line thanks to their amazing perseverance.

And there's more than one.

But they didn't receive much applause.

There's nothing we can do about that.

The first one is always the most stunning.

P.S.: No need to guess, everyone. There is no female lead yet. The timeline is in 03. Before the military training team storyline comes out, there will be no female lead.

(End of this chapter)