Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 187 Such a despicable thing must have a scholar behind it.

Veteran cadres who have led troops at the grassroots level for many years are indeed quite capable.

However, all the cunning they displayed was used against the soldiers in the company.

Don't even say it.

At least Chen Mo had to admit from the bottom of his heart that the company commander's method was indeed effective.

Sometimes, special groups of people should be treated in a special way, which can definitely improve efficiency.

It's just a bit mean.
After giving the company commander some psychological support, Chen Mo didn't linger outside, wanting to see how things went today.

If that doesn't work, we'll use the company commander's method tomorrow morning.

Inside the classroom.

At this point, about an hour had passed since the class was announced.

The air conditioning in the classroom was on full blast, much cooler than outside. You'd break out in a sticky sweat after just one round, which was much more comfortable.

But unsurprisingly, many veterans were not in good condition.

They don't appreciate it.

Some people who are good at putting on a show will stare intently, straighten their backs, and lean back in their chairs, looking quite serious. But if you observe them closely, you'll see the truth.

He hadn't turned a page of the document he was looking at for half a day.

There's no way around it, that's just the veteran's innate skill. He can fall asleep standing up while on duty, let alone sitting down. It's a piece of cake for him.

Some people who don't care much about appearances simply tilt their heads, rest their heads on their arms, and half-close their eyes to drift off to sleep.

After Chen Mo returned, he observed for a while but didn't say anything.

He continued to take out the papers that Director Luo had asked him to bring from the file bag and began to read them carefully.

What's there to panic about? The company commander has already given us advice, just use it. Anyway, he's not the one who gave the order.

Chen Mo was very clear about his position: veterans could slack off, but he couldn't.

In his previous life, although he was a confidential secretary and had studied at the Army Command Academy, he was not clear about some details of modern warfare history.

Many things about fighting armored units are also unclear.

The only source of confidence is that we can apply the synthetic theory from later generations to the current stage of information technology development.

Theoretically speaking, Chen Mo is likely to be able to out-argue many people because he has enough knowledge, but if it comes down to a real fight, he might not be able to.

He needs to mature quickly.

Take the tank battle between Israel and Arab countries that I just talked about with Cheng Dong. Actually, a lot of the data was from the papers I had, and I was just applying what I had learned on the spot.

What interested Chen Mo about the records of this major battle was not only the rapid speed of maneuver, which led to the annihilation of tens of thousands of enemy troops in a single day.

The tactical arrangements inside are usually quite impressive.

Even at the beginning of this battle, the defeated Afghan army was not without its merits.

After landing on the battlefield, the Afghan army faced the Israeli 190th Brigade, which had arrived first and was ready for battle.

He did not appear flustered.

The Afghan commander knew that the 190th Brigade was an elite enemy unit, extremely skilled in tactics such as maneuvering, infiltration, encirclement, and penetration.

Instead of choosing the most powerful armored dogfighting mode to crush the enemy, they directly changed the armored force cluster tactics to an infantry-tank operation mode.

It was just a few rounds of impact.

The Israeli 190th Brigade, a core strategic force, was wiped out by the Argentine army's saturation tactics and individual guerrilla warfare.

Chen Mo hadn't quite understood why, during World War II, two mechanized units with similar equipment were almost indistinguishable in terms of combat effectiveness and command.

But on the battlefield, one side will always be quickly defeated.

After reviewing so many research topics and papers over the past few days, Chen Mo has finally figured it out completely.

The defeated side was mostly in the process of maneuvering, and the coordination, firepower and defense of the troops could not be effectively deployed, and they were directly attacked by the enemy's heavy equipment.

This caused the entire mobile force to become chaotic, losing its mechanized organization and combat effectiveness.

This explains why the characteristics of mechanized clusters are movement and lightning strikes.

The high-speed impact of a swarm is extremely terrifying, and its killing efficiency is astonishing.

Many times, when we see these classic battle tactics...

Chen Mo couldn't help but think to himself that with the knowledge he currently possessed, plus the later deployment of battalion-level information equipment, he could defeat a main force regiment with just one main force battalion.

There should be room for maneuver, right?
Chen Mo sat at the front of the classroom, head down, deep in thought.

He plans to take some time in the next few days to review the exercise data of the various regiments under the 6th Armored Division of the 38th Army.

Carefully study the enemy commander's combat habits so that you can make targeted deployments during subsequent wargaming simulations.

Chen Mo's dedication to studying these things wasn't solely for self-enrichment.

Furthermore, it is imperative to ensure victory in the first information technology experiment under their leadership.

Not only must we win, but we must win in a way that is both impressive and fast.

Only in this way can he gain some say in the future, instead of having to worry about the company commander's meager assets every time something happens, as he does now.

Now that he's transferred the entire reconnaissance company here, there's no way he can keep thinking about it now; he's already plucked them all.

We can't keep picking on one person all the time.

As Chen Mo was deep in thought, a series of urgent whistles suddenly sounded outside the building.

I've been at the base for almost a whole day now.

The whistle sounded a familiar pattern to everyone; it was a signal from the engineering corps and armed police to serve meals. At present, only the building construction of the base was roughly completed.

What military units are needed to maintain the surrounding water and electricity systems, paint walls, lay cables, build base stations, and so on?

A whistle was heard.

The group of veterans, who had been drowsy in the classroom, straightened up naturally, just like office workers who suddenly heard the clock strike the end of the workday.

His spirits returned instantly, his eyes shone brightly, and he looked longingly outside.

Chen Mo looked around and realized that these guys really weren't interested in watching, so he grinned and said, "Let's call it a day then, and continue tomorrow."

"Dismissed!!"

The group of veterans who received the order were incredibly fast, as if they were afraid of missing out on food if they were late; they all slipped away faster than the last.

More than a hundred veterans.

The exit, which was less than three meters wide, was completely cleared out in just a few dozen seconds.

Only a few trainees remained on site, and those with military ranks on their shoulders were still somewhat reserved.

"Ah, I'm getting old. My back hurts after reading for a while. Scholar, remember what I told you, it'll definitely work."

Cheng Dong got up, looked around, and figured he was done. He then rubbed his lower back and strolled away with the instructor.

They must have been watching inside; there were no more reconnaissance soldiers left.

Pei Shuaijun, who had been sitting in the back without saying a word, raised his hand to rub his head, walked over to Chen Mo, pulled up a chair and sat down, saying, "Chen Mo, this method won't work either."

"These guys can't concentrate on the materials in the classroom. The guy next to me sat there for two hours without turning a single page. He just stared at the screen. If I hadn't heard him snoring, I would have thought he was illiterate."

"If you ask me, it would be much better to follow Director Luo's previous suggestion, distribute the IT equipment, and find a pilot camp for training."

"These people are just not cut out for studying."

"It's alright, it can be resolved tomorrow."

Upon hearing Lao Pei's suggestion, Chen Mo couldn't help but picture the veterans squatting on the training ground, staring intently at the documents.

Just thinking about it feels amazing.

"Can it really be solved?" Pei Shuaijun looked at the smile on Chen Mo's lips with a face full of doubt.

After all, if it could really be resolved, it wouldn't have dragged on like this afternoon.

Fortunately, there was a rule in advance that we didn't have to write a reflection today; otherwise, given the situation, how many people would actually be able to write one?

They even differentiate by major? What a load of rubbish!

"Don't worry, I promise!!"

Chen Mo said seriously.

What a joke! He went to such great lengths, jumping around trying to establish a non-commissioned officer academy, just to pave the way for the future informationized military.

After all, information technology requires too many technically skilled non-commissioned officers. Without systematic training, relying solely on the units to train them is simply not enough and too late.

Although the academy hasn't been built yet, at least the base is there.

If we designate another unit as a pilot unit at this point, and it succeeds, wouldn't all the benefits be taken by someone else?
For long-term development, the initial foundation must be solid, and there must be a continuous stream of new talent joining in the future.

This is why the Army Academy supports this approach; after seven or eight years of research, they are undoubtedly aiming for improvement. Moreover, the military has already issued an order requiring each of the seven military regions to have an informationized battalion within three years.

With such a large scale, Chen Mo was even less likely to hand it over to someone else.

His current position is that of a nominal staff officer, and seeing how confident he was, Pei Shuaijun didn't say anything more.

He simply shook his head and said, "Then it's fine as long as you have a plan. I'll continue organizing the materials for tomorrow."

"If you still can't get through it, we really need to change our approach. Director Luo has already arranged for me to notify several colleges in Changshan. Soon, the faculty members and students from the corresponding majors will be coming over."

"By then, we'll need to produce some results to show people, since it involves many colleges."

"Don't worry," Chen Mo smiled confidently.

"Row."

Pei Shuaijun nodded and said nothing more.

He didn't know that Chen Mo's confidence didn't come from the company commander having any way to provoke those veterans.

This is just one of them.

The reason he was willing to trust the reconnaissance company was that every reconnaissance soldier had been rigorously selected.

These people may not be very well-educated, but when it comes to learning professional skills, they are truly formidable.

Physical fitness, skill requirements, and psychological qualities are all high; otherwise, one simply cannot survive in a reconnaissance company.

Besides these aspects.

This includes map reading, topography, vehicle driving, and field survival skills, which are essential for reconnaissance soldiers and will raise the combat effectiveness ceiling of information forces in the future.

Pei Shuaijun didn't understand because he had never actually served in the military and didn't know just how formidable an old reconnaissance company was.

As for choosing a major, Chen Mo simply hasn't found the knack for getting started.

If you find the right method, you can grow much faster than other organized units.

Soon, only Chen Mo and Liang Hongjie remained in the classroom.

Old Liang, hands on his hips, strolled around the classroom, scratched his head, and after a long while said, "Scholar, you just told Captain Pei that it could be resolved tomorrow. Did the company commander give you some advice?"

"Ah."

"Hey! I knew it!"

After receiving the answer, Liang Hongjie said without any surprise, "It seems I'll have to learn from the company commander tomorrow and see how to motivate my comrades."

After saying that, he didn't ask Chen Mo what the specific method was, and turned to leave the classroom.

For Liang Hongjie, there was no need to ask. Having spent so long in the reconnaissance company, he knew all too well how ruthless Cheng Dong was.

The first day of classes ended just like that.

Chen Mo didn't say anything, and stayed in the classroom until very late, accompanying Pei Shuaijun to organize the materials needed later.

Then, I returned to my dormitory.

He also made a point of carrying two packs of cigarettes in his pocket and went to the company commander's dormitory. The dog stayed there furtively for more than half an hour before coming out.

The next morning.

The veterans at the base had just finished eating in the mess hall when they saw the company commander directing two trucks to reverse towards the training ground.

Several veterans found it strange and even ran up to the front, craning their necks to peek into the carriage.

When Wang Jianyong saw the neatly folded stools inside, enough to fill two trucks, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"Company commander, why are we bringing so many benches?"

"I was worried that you would be working too hard, so I got up early to borrow some from the logistics department in Jinyang."

Cheng Dong glanced sideways at the soldiers gathered in front of him, kicked the one closest to him, and cursed, "You son of a bitch, what are you looking at?"

"We've all eaten, hurry up and unload the truck, I'm still starving."

"Remember, keep a one-meter distance between each other, place two chairs with your legs up, and call me when you're done."

"Yes, Captain!"

Some of the veterans didn't think too much about it; they just did whatever they were told to do and gathered around the truck to wait for the unloading to begin.

But some of them noticed something was wrong. They were setting up two stools and demanding that the legs be facing upwards.

The wind direction is wrong.

"Company commander, why are we putting out these stools?" a veteran asked, mustering his courage.

"Damn it, stop talking so much nonsense. This stool is newly made and needs to be dried to dry the paint before it's distributed to the dorms."

Cheng Dong waved his hand, looking indifferent.

That's why they say soldiers are simple-minded; when the company commander said that, most of the veterans immediately dispelled their doubts.

Because Cheng Dong usually knows a lot of ways to prank people in the company, but punishments like squatting, which take a long time to be effective, are really rare.

The company commander wasn't this gentle before.

A group of veterans worked together, and in less than twenty minutes, two trucks of stools were unloaded and arranged in pairs, almost filling half the base.

When Cheng Dong came out of the cafeteria, he patted his round belly, looked at the benches that had been set up, and grinned, "Come on, everyone, let's have a different way of class today."

"See those stools on the ground?"

"Each of you pick a group and squat down. The scholar will give you the books later. Listen to me carefully, squat down and read them properly. Whoever understands them, write a report and go down to the classroom to write a reflection."

"Let me make this clear from the start: if anyone lies about military intelligence, claims to understand something they don't, or tries to write something shoddy, then you'd better think twice before you get angry."

"Go up, all of you go up."

As soon as the company commander gave the order, the veteran, who had just finished setting out the benches and was hoping to be praised by the company commander, immediately looked very unhappy.

Nima.

After all that work, it turns out I was just busy digging my own grave?

Keep in mind that it's already late May, almost June, and the temperature in the morning can reach over 30 degrees Celsius.

If you had to squat like that for an hour, your whole body would probably go numb.

Under these conditions, is it even possible to read a book?

But the company commander had already given the order, so who dared to hesitate?

Under Cheng Dong's piercing gaze, his eyes wide like bull's eggs, and his seemingly kind yet pitiful smile, everyone gritted their teeth and began to climb onto the stools.

Strive to maintain balance.

"A scholar?!" Cheng Dong clapped his hands, looking back as he realized he had almost finished his task.

"Hey, here we come!"

Hearing the sound, Chen Mo grinned and ran over from the direction of the classroom, carrying a stack of kraft paper in his arms, his mouth wide open in a wide smile.

Those two packs of cigarettes I gave away last night were definitely worth it. The company commander's idea was brilliant; he not only came up with the idea but also added weight to it.

I ran to the logistics department early in the morning to borrow a stool.

If I still can't learn this, I'll be letting down the company commander's good intentions.

Not just him.

Even Pei Shuaijun, who still had doubts yesterday, saw more than ninety people squatting on the training ground like golden roosters standing on one leg, each with a firm gaze as if they were about to join the Party, looking straight ahead.

Captain Pei was also somewhat amused and exasperated.

No wonder.

No wonder Chen Mo was so confident yesterday. What's the difference between this kind of learning and having a gun pointed at your back?
Chen Mo was, after all, a member of the reconnaissance company, or at least he used to be.

He had no qualms, grinning as he handed out file folders to the veterans who were squatting on the bench.

"Haha, class monitor, you've worked hard."

"Haha, class monitor, you've worked hard."

"Hey hey, good luck, class monitor!"

Every time a copy was distributed, Chen Mo would greet it with a cheeky "hello," which infuriated the group of veterans to the point of grinding their teeth.

Damn it, they weren't quite sure just now.

So now it's pretty much certain that this underhanded method must have some scholar's influence behind it.

That bastard, I'll have to find a chance to teach him a lesson someday.
P.S.: My mom had surgery today, and I need to be with her after the surgery. Updates may be less frequent in the next few days, please understand.

Once I'm done with my personal matters, I'll definitely increase the update frequency.

(End of this chapter)