Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 171 The First Batch of Academic Affairs: Who Says Good Grades Can't Be Gatekeepers?

"Beep-beep!!"

The various teams were gathered together, speculating about the upcoming tasks and discussing how to eliminate Chen Mo's second team.

Suddenly, a sharp whistle rang out in the distance.

But it's okay.

The whistle did not call for all teams to assemble at the same time, possibly because some participants were still feeling weak after the competition had just ended.

Even people who don't regularly engage in physical training were dry heaving on the roadside.

Chief examiner Yang Shilei simply took a megaphone and walked to stand near the finish line.

He shouted loudly, "Comrades, the daytime assessment subjects are over, everyone has worked hard."

"Please tidy up and make room for the other departments as soon as possible. They need to conduct shooting tests."

"We'll meet here promptly at 9 p.m. tonight, where your respective team leaders will explain the upcoming assessment subjects."

"Now you can eat when you need to eat, or rest when you need to rest. Dismissed!!"

After making the notification, Yang Shilei immediately took the examiners present and left by car.

It seems they're trying to avoid these people communicating with the contestants, making it all quite mysterious.

Even Fang Huai, the captain of the student squad, didn't say much.

Before leaving, he simply nodded to the members of the second squad, and then followed the crowd and left in a car.

The team leaders in the academy are not as considerate as the company commanders or platoon leaders in the army. After the competition, they would pull everyone aside to review the results.

While we're at it, let's offer some encouragement and analyze the strengths of other squads so that we can be mentally prepared when we encounter them later.

Those who are promoted to managerial positions are practically raised in a free-range manner.

Whether a student performs well or poorly depends entirely on the individual.

Seeing that the examiners had all left, Chen Mo emptied all the pebbles out of his backpack and threw them into a corner far away.

Their second team was in slightly better condition overall, as they had eaten in the middle of the journey and could replenish their energy.

The other teams spent a day in the mountains and then ran ten kilometers with heavy loads. They were okay when they thought the assessment was a series of events, and they could barely keep up.

This means I can rest.

A large number of the soldiers immediately lay on the grass, sprawled out in a "太" shape, panting heavily.

Just by looking at him, you can tell he was really exhausted.

There are also food delivery trucks nearby that bring dinner to the shooting range. There is a specially designated rest area for the out-of-school teams to eat and rest.

Chen Mo and the others don't need to. They have dormitories and canteens, so why do they have to rest here?

After cleaning up the stones, Xie Yong led the team, packed their bags again, and prepared to leave.

As the group passed by the squad from the Armored Academy, Captain Qin Xiaojun suddenly sat up, glaring resentfully at the passing crowd.

Chen Mo noticed the other person's gaze, but he ignored it.

How can I put this?

Whether in the military or a military academy, it's a group of young people with high energy and drive, so it's normal for them to have some minor disagreements.

Moreover, this is a competitive situation during the assessment period. If I get first place, am I not allowed to be glared at by others?

But just because Chen Mo ignored it doesn't mean others can ignore it too.

Wang Bo, who had just won first place, was feeling quite pleased with himself, even walking with a bouncy gait. He noticed Qin Xiaojun's gaze after that.

He immediately bristled: "You coward, what are you looking at?"

There is still a certain difference in quality between veterans who are promoted to officer positions and students who take entrance exams.

Qin Xiaojun was already indignant when he was suddenly called a "cowardly dog".

He was caught off guard and didn't even realize what was happening. After a moment of stunned silence, he asked, "Who are you insulting?"

"scold"

Wang Bo originally wanted to shout a few more words, after all, he was a non-commissioned officer who came from a grassroots unit, and not many of them had a good temper.

But before he could finish speaking, Chen Mo pulled him forward, saying, "They're just a group of students, why are you bullying them?"

"What? You think I bullied him? Didn't you see him glaring at me just now? Damn it, I've never been treated like this before. If someone like him went to the army, I'd beat him up eight times a day without repeating myself, you believe me?"

"I believe you." Chen Mo nodded.

He truly believed it, because that's how it is in this day and age.

"Your name is Xiucai?"

Qin Xiaojun ignored Wang Bo and instead looked at Chen Mo, saying, "I heard about you before I came. You're a student who persevered to the end in the 1000-meter obstacle course. Judging by your age, you should be a freshman, right?"

"You're pretty good. I'm a senior. Your team won the first game because we weren't well prepared. You won't be so lucky tonight."

"Fine, I'll be waiting for you to surpass me."

Chen Mo smiled. At his age, watching the students provoke each other was like watching little kids making threats in front of him.

They didn't care at all; being a student is instinctive.

"You're like a toad yawning. You've got quite the nerve. You want to compete with a scholar? You try it with me first!" Wang Bo snorted twice, and after venting his anger, he followed the group and left the shooting range one after another.

Qin Xiaojun, who was being scolded, turned pale and then red, looking quite angry, his chest heaving.

But he couldn't bring himself to say it.

There's nothing we can do; he just can't swear, and his tongue isn't as sharp as others'.

Meanwhile, Xu Zhanqi, the captain of Commander Lu's team, glared indignantly at the second squad, clearly dissatisfied.

As for Liu Min, the captain of the military medical academy, he and his team members became completely obedient.

Even the captain from the Staff College sat in the distance, saying nothing.

Before these team leaders from non-Army Colleges participated in the competition, their advisors or instructors from the college had given them instructions.

Let them perform well and strive for good results. If their mid-year assessment results are good, the college can help them secure a valuable internship opportunity.

But now it seems that, let alone grades, it would be good enough if we could just make it to the end of the assessment and not be eliminated in any subject.

Those participants from the Army Academy are beasts.

The minor grudge at the shooting range did not cause much of a stir.

This was only the first time Chen Mo, Liu Min, Xu Zhanqi, and Qin Xiaojun had met.

Mid-year assessment.

The Army Academy gathered so many students from different colleges to participate in the assessment, and specially arranged orienteering to test the students' action, execution, and observation skills.

There's a reason behind this.

the other side.

Inside the Training Department office of the Army Academy.

Vice Dean Zhang Jinnan sat at his desk with two aluminum lunch boxes in front of him. One box contained stir-fried bean sprouts with vinegar, and the other contained stir-fried loofah with eggs.

A bowl of rice porridge and two steamed buns were all the vice president's dinner for the evening.

He ate a steamed bun while looking at a thick stack of files on the desk in front of him.

The file in front of them belonged to Qin Xiaojun, who had just had a conflict with Chen Mo and Wang Bo.

Qin Xiaojun, a native of Jiangxi Province, was born in Yongxin County, Jiangxi Province in 1977. His parents were both workers in a state-owned factory and his family was well-off. He was a good student from a young age, and in the 1995 college entrance examination, he ranked among the top five in the county.

That same year, I entered the Armored Academy's Firepower Command and Control Engineering program through the college entrance examination. For the next four years, I remained diligent and hardworking.

All grades in professional courses were excellent.

Looking at the impeccable files in his hand, Zhang Jinnan sighed, then put down the documents and rubbed his temples.

Only then did he pick up his chopsticks and slowly chew on the stir-fried loofah and eggs.

The reason for looking at these materials is that the training base led by the Army Academy has entered the construction phase, and the ideas provided by Chen Mo are just ideas.

After careful consideration and repeated deliberation, the Army Academy reported the training base matter to the General Staff Headquarters, and the military recently issued two directives.

First, experiments in informationized warfare must be launched as soon as possible, at any cost. Not only the Kyoto Military Region should implement this, but all seven military regions should have battalion-level informationized warfare pilot units within at least three years.

As for the Institute of Information Technology, which has always been in a dominant position in information technology research, it naturally bears enormous pressure.

The creation of seven information technology battalions in three years sounds easy, but it was not so simple in practice.

Zhang Jinnan originally planned that the Army Academy would take over the teaching affairs system of the training base, and explore it step by step.

But now, the task has suddenly become more demanding, and the military has issued specific instructions, so the news can no longer be kept secret.

The information was then disseminated to other colleges, such as the Land Command, Medical, Armored, and Staff Colleges in Shimen.

All the college's senior officials realized this was an opportunity and tried their best to use connections to get people in.

Not only Shimen, but also military academies in Xi'an and Kyoto have been calling to inquire about transferring personnel to the base. Old comrades are recommending people and want to send them there.

Zhang Jinnan is under a lot of pressure.

The second directive from the military headquarters, although not directly related to the establishment of this information technology system, clearly stated that the Armored Academy and the Staff Academy would be merged into the Army Command this year.

At this critical juncture, a group of old friends called, wanting to pull strings for their protégé.

Can he refuse?
Fortunately, informatization requires integrated units, and integrated units, in turn, require personnel from multiple disciplines.

It would be quite difficult for the Academy of Military Sciences to establish a comprehensive academic affairs system on its own.

It wouldn't be a problem to have those colleges fill a few more spots.

As for the large number of people needing supplements, that's easy to handle.

We might as well take advantage of the mid-year assessment and bring all the students recommended by each college to the back mountain to participate in the assessment.

The content of the assessment is actually not important.

The important thing is that if these trainees don't perform well, he has a reason to send them back, which avoids offending anyone and allows him to make full use of the Army Academy's personnel to expand the teaching affairs.

After all, it wasn't just the academies in Shimen that were watching; the academies in Xijing and Kyoto were also keeping an eye on things.

It wouldn't look good to give face to anyone or not.

But who the hell would have thought that that damned scholar would actually change the map?

This resulted in several students from different colleges spending an entire day exploring the mountains during the orienteering event.

Now, even if they were in the right, they were not.

This directly ruined Vice Dean Zhang's personal plans, making him feel justified in his decision to eliminate some people.

Now, he's not even as confident as he used to be, and he's even hesitant to answer calls from those colleges.

Think of this.

Zhang Jinan was so angry that his liver hurt, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became, to the point that his food tasted like wax.

Finally, with a "smack," the chopsticks were slammed onto the desk.

He acted so calmly at the shooting range before, and didn't punish Chen Mo. Was it because he didn't want to punish him?
It was just too sudden.

And punishment is useless; he's in a hurry to come back and check the documents, and needs to think of a way to make amends.

That son of a bitch, he's really good at causing trouble.

But Zhang Jinnan's slap had a significant impact. The training department cadres, who were standing by the landline recording the mid-year assessment of personnel from each department, heard the vice president's anger.

One by one, they stood up in confusion, looking around innocently.

I still don't understand, which clueless guy managed to anger the vice president this time?

Just then.

Yang Shilei, who had rushed back from the shooting range, held a freshly printed report card in his hand. He walked with his head held high and a confident air as he knocked on the door.

Then, he pushed open the door and walked into the office.

"Report!!"

"I'll tell your grandma." Zhang Jinnan didn't even look at who came in. He grabbed the remaining half of the steamed bun in his hand and threw it at Captain Yang with a "whoosh".

Yang Shilei was startled by the sudden outburst of angry words.

In his haste, he reached out and caught the object that was thrown at him. Looking down, he saw that it was a half-eaten steamed bun.

Yang Shilei paused for a moment, then quickly wiped the crust off the steamed bun, chuckled dryly, and walked up to Zhang Jinnan, carefully placing the bun back next to the vice president.

Only then did he straighten his back, and in just a short while, his confident demeanor from before had completely vanished.

"All sit down."

After taking several deep breaths, Zhang Jinnan waved to the people in the office and then looked at Yang Shilei.

"what's up?"

"Reporting to the Vice Dean, the orienteering results are not counted; this is the overall result of the other colleges in the weighted cross-country race."

When the record book was handed to him, Vice Dean Zhang didn't even bother to glance at it.

Who is number one?

"Based on team performance, Team Two is in first place; based on individual performance, Chen Mo is in first place."

It's Chen Mo again.
Upon hearing the scholar's name again, Zhang Jinnan's anger, which he had barely managed to suppress, surged up once more.

My temples were throbbing.

Do you know why so many reconnaissance soldiers are assigned to orienteering? The company assigns one team, and the reconnaissance cadets' first and second teams participate.

The goal is to allow the three teams from the Army Academy to crush the other academies with overwhelming force, right?

Orienteering tests many aspects. If other colleges don't perform well, it can be said that they lack execution, observation skills, or teamwork.

There are plenty of reasons.

But how do you find a reason for simply carrying heavy loads while off-roading?
They say they can't run, that they're not good at carrying heavy loads?
That's such a lame excuse, it doesn't hold water at all.

These colleges are all asking how their students are performing and urging them to make a decision quickly, as graduation season in June is just around the corner.

Once the training base is under construction, the first batch of teaching staff will soon be needed.

That damned scholar.

"Drag him out and execute him!!" Zhang Jinnan's mind wasn't on the assessment at all; the thought of his old friends urging him gave him a headache.

The words just came out of his mouth.

"ah?!!"

Yang Shilei stood in front of him, and yes, he was startled again.

When did delivering report cards become such a high-risk job?

He was hit with a steamed bun as soon as he walked in, and before he could even finish two sentences, they were going to kill him?
"Vice Dean, this is..."

"I wasn't talking about you." Zhang Jinnan waved his hand.

"You can continue to arrange the assessment, and let other comrades be responsible for recording the results."

"By the way, keep an eye on Chen Mo during the subsequent assessments. If he makes any more moves, send him to guard the main gate."

"His grades are pretty good."

"Who says good grades disqualify someone from being a gatekeeper?"

"Yes!!"

Yang Shilei straightened his chest, not daring to say anything more. He picked up the score sheet and quickly ran to the other cadres in the training department to record it.

He finally discovered it.

At this point, the further away from the vice dean, the better. This guy is always ready to execute people, and he even wants the best student to be on duty at the main gate. It's terrifying.

Once Zhang Jinnan returned to his quiet self, he lost all interest in staying in the training department.

Dinner was finished in no time.

I got up to go back to my office; it was time to prepare the list of the first batch of academic staff.

While the mid-year assessment at the Army Academy is important, the placement of students in internships is even more crucial as graduation season approaches.

In addition, the training base was established very quickly, and the military was keeping an eye on it, so he was mainly in charge of this matter.

The pressure is quite high.

If all goes well, the first batch of teaching staff will also be key members of the cadre framework of the pilot battalion of the Kyoto Military Region.

After all, the training base not only provides training, but also requires experienced non-commissioned officers at the grassroots level to receive training before being formally assigned to train by the teaching staff.

Only then can you train others.

Qin Xiaojun, Xu Zhanqi, Liu Min, and Li Jianbin (the team leader from the Staff Academy) are all quite capable, even without the recommendations from their respective academies.

I might consider being among the first batch of academic affairs staff to depart.

As for the other members, a large portion of them will have to be eliminated.

Otherwise, with these few colleges sending seventy or eighty people, where would the Army Academy find its own quota?

As for Chen Mo
"That little bastard," Zhang Jinan sighed, not knowing what was wrong with him.

Every time he thinks of this student, he can't help but get a headache.

This guy is really good at causing trouble.

How could he be so omnipresent, as if he knew the college's planning process?

It pops up every now and then to remind you not to forget about him.

(End of this chapter)