Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 184 You son of a bitch, you call this easy?
The situation on the training field was a bit strange. Chen Mo, who had already reached the finish line, was still walking slowly, moving forward at a leisurely pace.

However, some people who did not reach the finish line squatted by the roadside, vomiting and sweating profusely. They looked like they had reached their limit and were in great pain.

Running 10 kilometers barehanded shouldn't be too difficult for a veteran sergeant; he can always grit his teeth and persevere.

Even reaching the finish line is far better than giving up now.

But perseverance isn't easy for anyone.

He's said what needed to be said and given the opportunities he needed to. If he really can't seize them, there's nothing Chen Mo can do.

We can't just leave a bunch of lazybones here taking up spots for no reason, can we?
To borrow the words of that veteran, wouldn't it be unfair to keep them around, given how hard the reconnaissance company worked?
Opportunities are important to everyone, I don't know why these people don't cherish them.

Chen Mo slowly walked around the training field, with Liang Hongjie following beside him the whole time.

After some veterans finished vomiting, they sat on the ground, panting heavily, and did not get up.

Having regained some strength, Chen Mo turned to Liang Hongjie and said, "Platoon leader, write down the names of the last three who didn't make it to the finish line and the last three who did."

"If you're dealing with people from the academy, you can go find Director Luo or Assistant Pei."

"For the people in the military, just call the training department and have them come and pick them up. Clear out everyone in the unit before noon."

"Isn't this too harsh?" Liang Hongjie hesitated.

Because many of the veterans on site weren't really slacking off; they were vomiting the whole way and their faces were pale, so it didn't seem fake.

After all, not all military units are like reconnaissance companies, where it's easy to pass ten kilometers unarmed, but dozens of kilometers armed is a common occurrence.

Many ordinary companies simply cannot endure morning exercises combined with such long-distance physical training.

"Not ruthless."

Chen Mo shook his head slightly: "Platoon leader, have you forgotten how Squad Leader Liu performed when we went to the competition?"

When this was mentioned, Liang Hongjie paused, pursed her lips, and fell silent.

He knew Chen Mo was referring to the trip to Xiaocheng, where they competed against two reconnaissance companies from the anti-aircraft artillery brigade, the first of which involved carrying a five-kilometer load.

The performance of Liu Rengao, the company quartermaster, in the competition was also due to his lack of exercise due to work reasons. He vomited as soon as he went on the field.

But they kept vomiting the whole way, and still managed to get into the top few places.

“Actually, they know very well why they came here.” Chen Mo pointed to the group of veterans squatting on the ground and said, “They know very well why they came here.”

"He's just a piece of trash abandoned by his workplace. He has some connections there, and since they didn't want to lose face, they took advantage of the college's need for personnel to push him here."

"But soon, we will enter the first stage of learning here, and we will soon be assigned to our majors and enter a fast-paced life. If they stay here, they will only hold us back."

"I only have three months. If it works out, I'll at least get a captain rank when they award me my rank, right? Our entire reconnaissance company, including you and me, will have a good future."

"If it doesn't work, then it's hard to say. They might all go their separate ways, since the information technology experiment has failed more than once."

"Platoon leader, do you understand?"

Chen Mo spoke in a somewhat low voice.

Deep down, he didn't want these veterans to be laid off; he just wanted to send them back to their original units.

But such a thing is almost impossible.

The training department isn't stupid; they know these veterans' character very well. If the base sends them back, they'll probably add them to the layoff list the next day.

This is inevitable.

Liang Hongjie's expression changed several times as he listened, mainly because Chen Mo's words were too blunt.

He came with this group of veterans. Could he also be a piece of trash abandoned by his unit?

But upon closer reflection, Lao Liang figured the scholar probably wouldn't scold him, so he felt relieved.

"I understand, I'll write them all down in a bit."

Liang Hongjie stated.

"Okay, platoon leader, I'll go back and rest now."

Chen Mo waved his hand, he didn't even bother to eat breakfast.

I just finished strenuous exercise, and it's already a miracle that I can hold back from throwing up. I have no appetite at all.

At this time, the reconnaissance company members, after finishing their meal, began clearing weeds around the base buildings with shovels and hoes.

Before entering the building, Chen Mo looked up at the motto of the Army Academy on the roof: "Unity, Progress, Pragmatism, Innovation".

Then, after glancing at the slogans on the wall, such as "Raising soldiers for a thousand days, using them for a thousand days" and "The most comfortable days are always yesterday," I strode into the dormitory building.

He's not hard-hearted; just look at the school motto and slogans—they're simply trying to solidify his actions.

At least, the advisory work was done well this time.

After returning to his dormitory, Chen Mo went to the washroom to take a shower. Since the base was built according to the requirements of the Army Academy, its facilities were much better than those of the grassroots troops, so he might as well make use of them.

After taking a cold shower to refresh himself, Chen Mo began to unpack and organize Pei Shuaijun's documents and the documents he had brought back from Director Luo's office that morning.

These are all projects previously undertaken by students of the Army Academy. Some are in armored communications, and some are in strategic and operational fields. Many of these projects do not have novel starting points.

However, the advantage lay in the fact that everyone expressed their own opinions and offered different perspectives on modern warfare history, from which Chen Mo benefited greatly.

Looking at this stuff more often is much better than sitting in a classroom listening to a teacher lecture.

After all, the research projects and graduation theses are the proudest works written by the students who attended the classes, after racking their brains.

Chen Mo's side is now peaceful.

But the base downstairs is never peaceful.

The military region's training department is located in Jinyang, which is less than 50 kilometers away from the base, and less than 20 kilometers as the crow flies.

Luo Yaowu instructed Pei Shuaijun to call the training department in advance and say that he wanted to send back a few people.

This requirement was exactly as Chen Mo had guessed.

Upon receiving the report, Li Guande, the head of the training department, was so excited that he couldn't sit still. He immediately arranged for several staff officers to drive to the base to pick up the people.

They were afraid that if they arrived late, the Dean would make up another excuse.

Liang Hongjie compiled a list of nine people, but before he could hand it over to Pei Shuaijun, it was taken away by a staff officer from the training department. The staff officer even helped pack the bedding for these nine veterans.

They came in a hurry and left in a hurry.

That guy is frighteningly efficient.

Cheng Dong stood at the entrance of the base and witnessed the entire process of taking people away. Even he was a little stunned.

After a long while, he turned to look at Huo Linshan, who had also run over to watch the commotion, and said, "Old Huo, when you saw this young scholar this time, did you notice anything different about him?"

“What’s the difference? He carries heavy responsibilities and is full of confidence.” Instructor Huo shook his head: “Don’t talk about him. If you were a battalion commander now…”

"You, Lao Cheng, probably dare to bring people and completely renovate this place, right? You might even want to put up the reconnaissance battalion's sign."

"Don't be so nervous."

Huo Linshan patted Cheng Dong on the shoulder and laughed, "Do you feel like the soldiers you're leading are suddenly stronger than you? And you've been a platoon leader for a year, but your growth rate isn't as fast as Xiucai's in just one day. Are you feeling unbalanced?"

"Pah, what do I have to be upset about?"

Cheng Dong pursed his lips, casually pulled the brim of his hat back over his head, picked up a hoe, and continued leading the group to clear weeds.

He wasn't upset.

It was because the training department was cooperating so actively that they had a feeling that the reconnaissance company's transfer to the base for training was related to something more important.

It was at least more important than he had imagined.

Company Commander Cheng didn't understand what information technology was, nor did he know how to learn it.

It's normal for Cheng Dong, who is usually very measured in his actions, to suddenly feel uncertain and a little panicked. The scumbags have been eliminated.

Cheng Dong led the reconnaissance company to clear weeds, clean the floors, and take over the duties of guarding the armory.

Liang Hongjie originally led 47 men, but now he only has 38 left. He divided the men into three squads according to the 12-man infantry squad organization of the reconnaissance company, and finalized the personnel of the three squads in the form of 12+13+13.

The list was handed over to Pei Shuaijun for registration.

They also took over the gate guard and patrol posts, so the armed police inside the base no longer needed to temporarily fill in for them.

The growth of cadres is reflected in these small details.

Liang Hongjie still doesn't understand how he suddenly became a captain, with so many veterans and students from the Army Academy under his command.

All he knew was that Chen Mo had instructed him to gather the crowd together, and he did as he was told.

Often, opportunities are earned through one's own efforts.

If someone points it out to you, it's definitely different.

If Liang Hongjie hadn't been caught this time, and hadn't taken advantage of the time before the base's rules were established to gather his forces, he would have had a hard time seizing this opportunity to soar to great heights.

Time slips away quietly.

Compared to yesterday's chaos, by noon today, the base had clearly improved significantly.

The overgrown weeds have been mostly cleared away.

Even the training ground track was flattened inch by inch by the reconnaissance soldiers with shovels.

The national flag and military flag fluttered in the wind, amidst a scene of prosperity within the base.

The materials transferred from the Shimen Military Academy have finally arrived.

A total of sixteen troop transport trucks slowly arrived at the base gate.

Having received advance notice, Pei Shuaijun was already waiting at the door.

"Come on, come on, drive the car to the building on the east side."

Pei Shuaijun loudly directed the convoy while leading the way forward.

Cheng Dong is a kind-hearted person.

Having worked hard all morning without much rest, he had just lit a cigarette and sat down in the shade of a tree to cool off when he looked up and saw a line of trucks coming in.

He was taken aback at first: "Goodness, what are you transporting? How can there be so much?"

Cheng Dong stood up, strolled over to the convoy, and craned his neck to look into the cars.

Soldiers carrying guns were pressing down at the back of the carriages.

However, you can still see large cardboard boxes in the carriage, with brown paper bags stuffed bulging inside, clearly filled with various documents, which were transported here by truck.

"Holy crap!!"

Cheng Dong stood with his hands on his hips, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, his brows furrowed so deeply they almost formed a "川" shape.

"A school is a school; you can even use a truck to transport books."

After Cheng Dong took a good look at what was inside, he shook his head and was about to leave when Pei Shuaijun, who was in the distance, pointed out the parking spot for the convoy.

He jogged up to them and said, "Company Commander Cheng, could you arrange for some comrades to help unload the documents?"

"Why not?"

Upon hearing this, the kind-hearted old company commander immediately looked up and shouted towards the direction of the dormitory building: "Hey you, come out and help move the books."

The words fell.

A group of veterans rushed out of the dormitory building. The reconnaissance soldiers who usually trained in the company all day suddenly came here to pull weeds, beat the ground, and now they even had to move books.

For them, there was no challenge at all; it was no different from a holiday.

That guy was incredibly enthusiastic.

As soon as the trucks stopped, a group of people climbed onto them like monkeys. A dozen or so trucks may seem like a lot, but for the hundred or so reconnaissance soldiers, it was just a matter of one trip per person.

Under Pei Shuaijun's guidance, all the materials were placed in the large classroom on the first floor of the teaching building.

The scouts just focused on their work; they didn't care what they were carrying. Whether it was just some documents or even a truck, they could do it without hesitation.

Liang Hongjie also helped in the crowd, but after carrying it a few times, he realized something was wrong.

When Chen Mo suggested that the Army Academy collect archives of military region armored unit exercises, it caused quite a stir in the military region.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the entire army was in an uproar.

The archives of three years of exercises, confrontations, and combined training of armored vehicles, infantry, and artillery are astronomical in number.

Because the armored positions Chen Mo mentioned included not only the Sixth Division and the Seventh Brigade, but also anti-aircraft artillery and howitzer units.

Let's not talk about travel.

An armored regiment or a main force company must ensure that it conducts joint training with all other companies at least twice a month.

This is still a regular main force company.

If it's a Hero Company, there are at least four rounds of tank training each month.

Over the course of three years, the paper files of just one regiment could fill two warehouses. The Army Academy had received the order through the Kyoto Military Region.

It needs to be submitted within half a month.

Because of this incident, the various departments are likely to have thoroughly scolded the scholar.

Fortunately, the scope of knowledge about this matter, which was proposed by Chen Mo, was not large; only the 7th Brigade knew about his investigation.

I also know that this suggestion originated with Chen Mo.

During that period, the staff officers and military commanders of the 7th Armored Brigade worked overtime every day to organize data, and Liang Hongjie was also transferred to the main force battalion to help.

Working day and night.

Therefore, Liang Pai was quite familiar with some of the materials, because he was the one who organized them.

Thinking back to those two weeks when he was treated like a donkey, Liang Hongjie's lips twitched involuntarily.

He picked up a few of the file folders, walked up to Pei Shuaijun, and asked somewhat strangely, "Captain Pei, aren't these the archives of the 7th Armored Brigade's exercises?"

"I remember I was the one who organized these."

“Yes, that’s right.” Pei Shuaijun nodded upon hearing this, and then pointed to the cardboard boxes piled up in the classroom, saying, “These are all here, some from the regiments of the 6th Armored Division of the 38th Army, and some from the battalions of your 7th Armored Brigade.”

"Don't you know?"

"It was Chen Mo who suggested that those who came to study should read all these materials and write down their thoughts before they could choose their major."

"These are only a portion that the academy has filtered out, and only one-tenth of the total, but they should be enough for you to see."

"What?! What is that?!"

Cheng Dong was standing at a distance, thinking it was none of his business.

As a result, half of the large classroom, which occupied two or three hundred square meters, was filled with materials.

Now you're suddenly telling them that this information is what they need to see before they choose their major?
I remember seeing that scholar this morning, that bastard sneaking around, saying that the afternoon's studies would be particularly easy.

Damn it, this is what you call easy?
Cheng Dong's eyes twitched. He had only one thought in mind: to take off his shoes and slap the scholar with his hand.

Damn it, this is a total rip-off! They've even tried to scam me.

(End of this chapter)