Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 248 Military Region Report: This dog of a scholar dares to fool even the commander?

"Hello! This is Wang Songhe. Tell your regimental commander to run over here to answer the phone. Yes, select a captain from your 181st Regiment to lead a team of several well-performing comrades to report to the Jinyang Sergeant Academy."

"Urgent? If you're not in a hurry, then there's no need to be. Just carry out the order!"

"Hey! This is Wang Songhe. I'm informing your entire regiment, including the 183rd Regiment, to quickly send some of the comrades who have performed well to Jinyang. I'll talk to the military region about it. Yes, we need to see them tomorrow."

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In the administrative building of the howitzer battalion in Hedong City, inside one of the offices.

Commander Wang kept receiving phone calls, his loud voice almost shaking the entire floor.

It seemed as if he was afraid others wouldn't know he was arranging the work.
The request was sent to all subordinate regiments and the entire military region to request the troop movements during the combat readiness period.

At the beginning.

According to Wang Songhe's estimate, he came to the Kyoto Military Region without expecting to make any achievements in a short period of time.

Camp construction, under normal circumstances.

It must be that the people in the camp racked their brains all day long, holding more than ten meetings a day, begging and pleading with everyone for manpower and equipment.

The ideal approach is to find a way to make a quick buck in one area and a little in another, gradually building the system step by step.

But who would have thought.

When it came to building an informationized battalion, Chen Mo didn't follow the usual procedures. He applied for both the Type 98 main battle tank and the Type 95 rifle.

It's just a division-level sergeant academy.

Originally, it was not well-known, and even if the heads of various units knew that the academy had been established, they would not deliberately promote it in their own units.

But once this equipment is in place and the news spreads, the entire academy will likely be under close scrutiny.

New equipment always stirs up the most excitement in the army.

But it's not over yet.

Today, another student surnamed Man suddenly arrived. He and Chen hit it off immediately, planning to go to various units to plead poverty and to promote their cause on the military website.

Regardless of what the higher-ups think, the Sergeant Academy is bound to become famous after all this commotion.

Wang Songhe already felt a serious sense of crisis.

We had to change our plans and transfer people from the Jincheng Military Region ahead of schedule.

the other side.

In the conference room.

As Man Xuexi left to communicate with his mentor, Cheng Dong waved away the cadres gathered around the conference table.

Anyway, there's not much serious work in the camp right now, and the meetings are just impromptu brainstorming sessions, not really formal ones.

When only a few officers from the reconnaissance company remained in the room.

With a solemn expression, Cheng Dongcai dragged a chair over and sat down in front of Chen Mo, saying in a suggestive tone, "Scholar, there's nothing wrong with you promoting the academy."

"But isn't this method too extreme?"

“Using the military network for propaganda, even if the Academy of Sciences has the authority to do so, if it displeases any leader in the military region, won’t the responsibility ultimately fall on you?”

“I’ve listened to the plan that everyone just learned. If this were actually implemented, it would be a despicable act that would destroy people’s foundation and would likely cause resentment from the vast majority of organizations.”

"You might have to be careful when you go out from now on, lest some angry person put a sack over your head and beat you up badly."

Cheng Dong made a suggestion with a conflicted expression.

The publicity method is good, but the purpose is impure. They want to target someone's key personnel and use meritorious service as a gimmick, which is easy to offend them.

Snatching key personnel—what's the difference between that and killing one's father?
But Chen Mo disagreed: "Company Commander, extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. You're saying you're relying on an academy like the Army Academy, which doesn't have much of a connection with field units, to send students for training?"

"When will the demonstration camp be built?"

"The sergeant academy is responsible for recruiting ordinary soldiers, while we should focus on recruiting truly talented key personnel for our publicity efforts."

"As long as we can build the camp, let the higher-ups see our achievements, give it a designation, and make the reconnaissance company, including myself, feel a real sense of belonging, wouldn't that be the best outcome?"

"You son of a bitch, don't be ungrateful. I'm just worried about you," Cheng Dong replied.

In fact, Cheng Dong already knew the reasoning, and the scholar was right.

Although the demonstration battalion is said to be under the command of a major military region and is a unit directly under the major military region, this is currently just a formality.

They achieved nothing, had no official designation, and including the reconnaissance company, they were, frankly speaking, a bunch of "wandering souls" kept by the military region.

Without a unified battalion flag and unified armbands, it's not a proper unit.

This is also why Cheng Dong lost confidence after only half of his persuasion.

He also hoped that progress would be faster, at least to let the higher-ups see the results, and in any case, to at least give them a designation.

Chen Mo sensed the company commander's worry, smiled and reassured him, "It's alright, it's all for victory."

"Blood will always be shed in the field. If someone really puts a sack over my head, then I can be considered a martyr."

"Damn it, say something human." Cheng Dong rolled his eyes, picked up a cigarette from the table, lit it, and took a deep drag.

At his age, he still has to worry about the younger generation; it's quite exciting.

The main problem was that many of the scholar's decisions completely exceeded Cheng Dong's previous understanding of the military.

But in order to ensure the smooth establishment of the camp, what could he say even though he knew this approach was too radical?

Students from the Army Academy, students from the Army Command, students from the Staff College and the Military Medical College, plus the reconnaissance company, plus the graduates from the National University of Defense Technology who came today.

It can be said that the fate of nearly two hundred people rested on the shoulders of this one scholar.

If the camp is set up smoothly and a unit number is obtained, everyone will be happy. But what will happen to so many people if something goes wrong?
Going their separate ways?

The reconnaissance company was also to be dismantled, which was the last thing Cheng Dong wanted to see.

Long thought.

Cheng Dong sighed, raised his hand and patted Chen Mo on the shoulder: "Alright, since you've made up your mind, then do your best. I'm going all out."

"Thank you, Company Commander. That's exactly what I was waiting for you to say."

Upon hearing this, Chen Mo looked up and grinned broadly, "Company Commander, you should coordinate with Comrade Man Xuexi regarding the publicity matters."

"Our unit's phone number will be posted on the military website. When someone signs up, you'll need to handle personnel files, transfer documents, coordination letters, administrative filing, and so on. You and the staff will take charge of that."

"Damn it, why do I feel like the roles are reversed now, and I'm the one acting as your clerk?"

When Cheng Dong heard about his task, he grumbled a few times. Although he seemed reluctant, he didn't say anything that he was unhappy.

He turned and left the meeting room.

He just left.

Man Xuexi rushed over excitedly, stood in front of the conference table, puffed out his chest, and said, "Battalion Commander, the instructor has approved it."

"I heard that it's about establishing an information technology battalion. The Chinese Academy of Sciences is very interested and said that if there are any problems that can't be solved later, we can report them to the Chinese Academy of Sciences at any time."

"I will definitely help if I can."

"That's great." Chen Mo said casually after hearing that he had gained another supporter, and then looked up and continued, "Well, I just remembered."

"Publicity should not just be publicity; we should add our camp's contact information to the page, preferably one that allows people to fill in their personal information to register."

"The information doesn't need to be too complete, just name, unit, length of service, and position. We will focus on screening the key personnel we need based on the information provided."

"Okay, this is easy."

Man Xuexi took out his notebook and wrote down everything: "Battalion Commander, even if they fill it out, what if other units won't release them?"

"Our demonstration camp shouldn't have the authority to directly transfer people, right?"

"No, not at all." Chen Mo waved his hand.

What a joke.

If they had the authority to directly transfer people, wouldn't the entire military region be in complete chaos?
With this ability, there's no need to worry every day.

"We can screen them first, and once we've identified the key personnel we need, we can then try to solicit favors from various units."

"It's better to be able to screen them out than for them to keep hiding them."

"By the way, the incentive of a second-class merit alone is not enough. The publicity should state at the end that as long as you join the sergeant academy and successfully pass the selection, you can resolve the issues of household registration, employment, and children's schooling for all eligible comrades in a short period of time."

"This condition must be clearly stated in large, eye-catching letters; it's the only sincerity we can offer."

Chen Mo gave very serious instructions.

But upon hearing this condition, Manxue couldn't help but swallow, feeling a dryness in his throat.

Although Lao Man has always been in the academy, he has never spent much time at the grassroots level.

But he was someone who had studied at a military academy for seven years, so he had heard some things about military dependents' household registration.

Leaving aside other military regions, in the Kyoto Military Region alone, more than 40% of eligible officers are unable to have their families accompany them to the military.

To know.

This is the Kyoto Military Region, not a border defense force; these figures are already quite alarming.

Of course, this is not to blame for the failure to control the overall internal direction well. In recent years, due to the transformation to mechanization, there has been a large-scale reduction in the military.

For a long time, the transition involved the reassignment of officers, making it impossible to balance the needs of some demobilized officers and those who remained.

Each unit has limited resources; it's impossible to simultaneously downsize the military, transform its operations, and still maintain some benefits.

For this very reason, if the Sergeant Academy truly has the ability to solve such tangible welfare issues, that would be a game-changer.

"Battalion Commander, can we really solve these problems 100%?" Man Xuexi asked hesitantly. "My main concern is that if we fail to meet the conditions we agreed to, there will be big problems later on."

"Nothing to worry about."

Chen Mo stood up and waved the plan in his hand.

"A demonstration battalion should have some special privileges, right? I'll do my best to apply for benefits for the unit. You're a natural commander."

"We should understand one principle: if we want to achieve results we've never achieved before, we must challenge difficulties we've never faced before."

"I have prepared everything regarding the camp construction plan, benefits, and job arrangements."

"You can discuss the propaganda matter with Chief of Staff Cheng. I'm going to the military region."

"Yes!"

Man Xue puffed out his chest, though he didn't understand why the battalion commander thought he was a born commander.

But that doesn't stop it from sounding uplifting.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the information technology demonstration battalion has nothing yet; even the canteen is built on the back of the military region's logistics department.

But since you're going to do some promotion, you should at least have confidence in yourself.

You have to believe it yourself before you can persuade others. After leaving the camp, Chen Mo went straight to the military region.

He left in a hurry in the morning and didn't say goodbye to his superiors.

Right now, we are at a critical juncture in the expansion of the Sergeant Academy. Even Chief of Staff Qin Quan'an did not expect that Chen Mo could complete a camp construction plan so quickly.

At first, he thought that such a big thing as building a camp would require several days of planning to lay a solid foundation for the demonstration camp.

Let's raise this big flag!
Who can imagine.

Just as Qin Quan'an got up to leave the office and was about to go home, he saw Chen Mo hurriedly grabbing his satchel, which was flying around his waist, and leading a second-term sergeant behind him. The two of them took three steps at a time and rushed upstairs from the stairwell.

The noise could be heard throughout the entire building.

"What are you doing in such a panic?" Chief of Staff Qin frowned, his face showing some displeasure. "As an officer, especially an officer in the demonstration battalion, you should set an example."

"Why are you panicking?"

Upon hearing the reprimanding voice, Chen Mo awkwardly stopped in his tracks.

What's there to panic about? We just arrived at the wrong time, right when the leader was leaving get off work. If we had been any later, we probably wouldn't have been able to submit today's plan.

He was in a hurry to go to the Second Battalion to take advantage of their territory, but he didn't expect to run into the Chief of Staff on the way.

"Hello, Chief!"

Chen Mo and Wang Jianyong stood at attention and saluted in unison!

"Sir, this is a draft plan I have prepared. Please take a look and give me some suggestions."

Chen Mo took out a document sealed in a brown paper bag from his shoulder bag and handed it to Qin Quan'an.

"Oh?"

"You finished writing it so quickly?" Qin Quan'an took the file bag with considerable surprise: "Don't take the demonstration camp lightly, kid."

"Since the work has been assigned to you, you should take it seriously and not try to do it half-heartedly."

"Yes, sir! I guarantee I'll give it my all!"

Chen Mo puffed out his chest and responded loudly.

Seeing how serious he was, Chief of Staff Qin hesitated for a moment, then turned and walked toward his office.

Ignoring the two people who followed him, Qin Quan'an sat down at his desk and began to carefully examine the documents.

Initially, it was observed that the demonstration battalion continued the previous information-based battalion structure, adopting a battalion-nine-companies format.

Qin Quan'an nodded slightly. Just as he had said before, the information technology battalion led by Chen Mo was a completely different concept from the information technology as understood by the higher-ups.

In this situation, he even managed to get it done, which is the root of the honor of being a first-class combat hero.

to be frank.

The military region even held a special meeting to discuss the matter, worried that Chen Mo was too young to shoulder heavy responsibilities, and also afraid that the young man would become arrogant after achieving some success.

The reorganized camp didn't follow the original structure; instead, they created some strange and unusual things on their own.

Now that he sees that the strategy hasn't changed and they still intend to maintain the same scale, Qin Quan'an breathed a sigh of relief.

I am quite pleased.

But he soon realized that he had been too quick to be pleased.

Aside from the fact that the staffing requirements seem relatively reliable, the other requirements are practically wildly imaginative; you can write down whatever you want to say.

The Type 95 rifle became the standard issue rifle for the demonstration battalion because it is easy to carry and allows combined groups to launch rapid assaults.

That’s all.

They even specifically requested the Type 98 tank. This is the kind of equipment that's being prepared for the military parade. Even Qin Quan'an had only heard of it; he'd never actually seen one before.

Where can I get it for him?

That was bad enough, but then the military region's construction units were also required to implement the various welfare benefits for the model battalion as soon as possible.

You don't even have a unit number yet, and the establishment of your battalion is nowhere in sight, yet you're already starting to make demands like other units?

What kind of nonsense is this propaganda, trying to make the Sergeant Academy famous, promoting it throughout the entire military region, even the entire Kyoto Military Region?

Why bother with this talent recruitment list and election?

As Qin Quan'an read through the document from beginning to end, his mood changed from initial relief to a ferocious expression. He looked like he had just eaten someone alive, his iron fist the size of a sandbag cracking with his knuckles, exuding a murderous aura.

Wang Jianyong rarely had the opportunity to be so close to a leader of this rank. Seeing the chief of staff get angry, his legs started to tremble.

He turned to look at the scholar and found that the man stood up straight like a javelin, mouth down, nose down, looking as if he were ready to face any storm.

Wang Jianyong inwardly groaned.

No wonder when we came to the military region earlier, the scholar insisted on bringing him along to meet the leader. At first, Old Wang was quite touched, thinking that the scholar wanted him to show off in front of the leader.

As it turned out, this wasn't a chance to show off; it was clearly a way to drag him into the storm together.

"boom!"

Wang Jianyong slammed his fist on the desk with a loud bang. He closed his eyes and thought to himself, "It's over. I've been tricked by Xiucai again."

"furious!!"

Qin Quan'an slammed the document on the table with a "bang," disregarding his status, and pointed at Chen Mo, yelling, "This is the bullshit plan you wrote?"

"You little brat, do you really dare to grow a mouth?"

"Why don't you take a look at my place, kid? Take anything you like. If that's not enough, I'll break off two of my arms and legs for you, okay?"

"Do you know what it means to be concerned about inequality rather than scarcity? If you do things this way, what are the other units supposed to do?"

"You dare to ask for the Type 98 tank and the Type 95 rifle?"

"You think the General Armaments Department is my personal property? That I can have whatever I want?"

Seeing that the leader was getting more and more into his tirade, Chen Mo quickly ran to the desk, picked up the ceramic cup that was in front of the leader, and went to the thermos to pour himself another cup of tea.

With a smile on his face, he offered tea with both hands: "Sir, please calm down."

"I wrote these plans all for the good of our military region."

"Ha, smooth talker. So, I should thank you?" Qin Quan'an's eyes widened.

He truly hadn't expected that the very first step in planning the demonstration camp would stump him, the chief of staff.

This is just a newly established battalion-level unit, not an assault division. Even if it's special, it's still just a battalion. There aren't many companies that would dare to ask for such an exorbitant amount.

"Sir, please calm down, I'll explain it to you."

Chen Mo carefully tidied up the scattered documents, his eyes darting around nervously, afraid that his superior might get angry and punch him a few more times.

"Commander, think about it. All seven military regions are going to establish informationized battalions. If we are the first to do so, then we will be the first."

"I didn't apply for the Type 95 rifle randomly. This rifle has a slightly shorter barrel, is more maneuverable, and uses small-caliber ammunition, so the amount that a single soldier can carry is 30% more than the Type 81."

"Informationized battalions have many units and many armored vehicles. Coordinated assaults do not require targeting distant targets. The recoil is low after firing in close-range attacks, and the accuracy of fully automatic firing is also high."

"There's also the Type 98 main battle tank, with its smoothbore gun barrel replaced by a 125mm one, and its power increased to 1500 horsepower. It has fierce firepower, strong mobility, and most importantly, it also has an anti-aircraft machine gun."

"Furthermore, the Type 98 was originally designed for information technology and is the first digital main battle tank. It has a fire control system, a laser rangefinder, thermal imaging, and a ballistic computer, which the Type 96 does not have."

"Since it's an informationized battalion, it definitely needs to be equipped with corresponding informationized weapons."

Qin Quan'an's expression gradually softened as he listened to Chen Mo's explanation.

He wasn't afraid of the high requirements for building the camp, but he previously thought that Chen Mo was just showing off with the equipment and mindlessly applying for the latest equipment.

Once he has a real reason, he can then tell his superiors that it's not true.

Seeing that the commander's mood had softened slightly, Chen Mo swallowed and continued, "Also, commander, we're not building these kinds of equipment for the battalion."

“The people from the Jincheng Military Region will definitely do it. They'll say we can't fall behind. We'd rather they learn from our model than let the newcomers surpass us.”

"Hmm, if you put it that way, it makes sense." Qin Quan'an pondered for a moment and nodded.

"But let me tell you this upfront: I can only communicate with the military region about these equipment. As for how much will be approved, I can't give you a definite answer right now."

"No problem, sir, there's no need to rush this." Chen Mo quickly patted his chest to assure him.

"What do you think about the welfare facilities, sir?"

"You little brat, stop acting innocent after getting a good deal. You should first show us how to build it up. What's rightfully yours will be yours, not a penny less."

Qin Quan'an snorted coldly, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and continued, "And this whole military region is doing publicity to make the Sergeant Academy famous, how do you plan to do this publicity?"

"I'll go back to my old workplace first and see if I can recruit some key personnel."

"Then I'll go to other units and ask if they're willing to provide some support. Anyway, I plan to borrow a few staff members from the publicity department to work with me."

"Take some videos of previous exercises and show them to other units, and try to..."

"STOP STOP!!!"

Just as Chen Mo was chattering on and on, Qin Quan'an waved his hand impatiently and said, "You don't need to report on the publicity. Do as you please."

"I'll give you the propaganda officer position, and I'll also give you the video of the military exercise review. Don't bother me with this kind of nonsense anymore."

"I'll apply for the equipment with my superiors, get lost!!"

"Yes!"

Chen Mo quickly stood at attention and saluted, taking advantage of the fact that the leader wasn't planning to ask anything else, and hurriedly pulled Wang Jianyong away.

The two went downstairs before Old Wang finally couldn't help but ask, "Battalion Commander, why didn't you mention the military network in your report?"

"With the methods you just mentioned, we probably won't even be able to get past the gate of their base."

"nonsense."

Chen Mo replied irritably, "If you bring up the military network issue in front of the commander, who would let you set it up?"

"Once that thing is put up, at best it'll be considered a mess, at worst it could be accused of deliberately undermining morale. Do you think this is something you can apply for?"

"So, does that mean we have to do it secretly?"

Wang Jianyong's eyes widened instantly. No wonder the scholar had started rambling on and on when he mentioned publicity earlier, without saying a single useful word.

So that's the secret!
"That's right, otherwise why do you think I dragged you along to report?"

"If the military region blames me later, at least you can prove to me that the commander promised that I would be in charge of all the propaganda work."

Chen Mo spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

But these words sounded bitter to Wang Jianyong.

This damn scholar dares to fool even the highest-ranking officials.

The problem is, what have I done to deserve this blame?

Even if they settle scores later, as a second-class sergeant, would I have any chance to testify?
(End of this chapter)