Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 294 This is the honor I should pursue
At the demonstration camp, they spent every day at the Taishan Sergeant Academy, training day and night.

A lot has also happened in the outside world.

With the arrival of the military parade, which had been in preparation for more than half a year, the military exercises in southern Guangdong have also come to an end. The new century is about to begin, and the return of Xiangshan'ao is about to take place.

Many things followed one after another.

But there's only one connection to the Jinyang Military Region.

That was late September.

The 14th Strategic Planning Meeting was held.

Several leaders of the Jinyang Military Region have not been in the military region recently; they have all gone to attend meetings.

The theme of the conference was quite simple and clear: to discuss the development of mechanization and the revival of military cooperation.

This is nothing surprising; development is never a simple topic.

It requires the efforts of generations to come.

Let's take the simplest and most intuitive example: an air force fighter jet.

Equip one generation, develop another, and conduct preliminary research on the third.

The same principle applies to the planning of major powers.

It's huge, and it's not easy to brake once it's running. Many things can't be decided on a whim.

I've taken some detours in the past.

But there are basically no major problems, in the final analysis.

Military affairs are of paramount importance to the state, and must be approached with utmost caution.

The strategic planning meeting is where a top-tier think tank develops the plan.

The conference lasted until the afternoon of September 30.

In Kyoto, the strategic conference has concluded.

At the Jinyang military headquarters, all leaders returned to the military region that same day.

Without delay, all units were notified to convene a general meeting.

14:20 PM.

The military region conference was held on time.

In the auditorium.

The grand auditorium was decorated in a solemn and dignified manner. Representatives from various units of the military region were divided into areas according to their different branches of service, and senior officers sat upright.

Chen Mo was also notified, and he and his instructor Fang Peijun sat in the corner of the conference room.

To serve as a participant in the meeting.

There's nothing we can do; it's because we're of low rank.

It was already a miracle that the two majors didn't just stand at the door when they came over.

If it weren't for the special affiliation of the demonstration camp and the special nature of the mission, neither of them would have had the opportunity to come here in this situation.

"Stand up!" the command rang out.

Swish!
Hundreds of high-ranking military officers stood up at the same time.

The battlefield stretches out, its imposing presence awe-inspiring, and the aura of military might permeates the air.

"Commander, all the representatives of the main combat divisions and regiments of the entire army are present. Please give your instructions."

"The meeting is now officially in session."

"Yes!"

The reporting cadre turned around, and the command to "sit down" was given.

Zhang Canshan's face was grim. He swept his piercing eyes over the attendees below the stage and said in a low, authoritative voice, "Before the summary meeting on mechanization reform, I'd like to say a few words."

"Because there are some issues that have reached a point where they must be addressed."

"Over the past few years, the entire army has been re-equipped and mechanized."

"Logically, their combat strength should have been greatly improved."

"But unfortunately!"

"This year, the results of the 99 military training assessment were extremely poor. We were at the very bottom. The results were so bad that I don't know how to explain them to the country and the people!"

Zhang Canshan's clear and melodious voice echoed throughout the auditorium.

"I can't explain it."

"Therefore, I would like to remind some comrades that in the next stage, the divisions and regiments must strictly implement the system of discussing combat and training."

"At the same time, senior officers should further strengthen their specialized command."

"During the acceptance and assessment, the performance of some officers in the five basic qualities of strategy, joint operations, command, technology, and troop leadership was truly impressive."

"I won't name names, but describing them as 'good-for-nothings' isn't an exaggeration, is it?"

"Ah!"

Zhang Canshan sneered, his gaze sweeping across the auditorium like a falcon's.

"Some comrades, it's time to put your minds to work."

"As a senior military officer and a pillar of the field, what has he been doing all day long, without thinking about or studying warfare?"

"With such poor acceptance and evaluation results, have you even looked for the problems?"

The commander-in-chief spoke calmly, but he was like a live volcano, ready to erupt at any moment.

"This emerging trend is a typical example of a problem with perception and a failure to get one's position right."

"I'm warning you all, starting today, every instance of this will be investigated and dealt with. Dismissal will be the least of your worries; I'll investigate you for dereliction of duty!!"

The big stick fell high into the air.

It provides a basic summary of the implementation of the third phase of mechanization in the military region during its initial stage.

These are all old clichés.

In recent years, due to mechanization reforms, many units have been disbanded, resulting in the reassignment of hundreds of thousands of employees.

With the start of the third phase, another round of transformation and demobilization is inevitable.

With people coming and going, it's inevitable that morale will fluctuate.

There are opportunists.

There are those who bury themselves in hard work.

Some people suffered head injuries and bled.

Those who forge ahead bravely will succeed.

Since the issue of testing has been raised, it means that the initial stage has been successfully completed.

Today's meeting is undoubtedly another signal of strict discipline within the military. With the year-end approaching, it's time to take strong measures to rectify conduct.

Chen Mo sat in the audience, attending the meeting.

He very seriously reviewed in his mind whether he had any dirt on him that the military region had on him recently. After all, none of the scapegoats from the headquarters came to this meeting, but he and the political instructor were notified to come.

I'm starting to feel a little panicked.

However, upon closer reflection, it seemed that he hadn't done anything to offend the military region recently, so Chen Mo straightened his back again.

He became the most confident person in the entire conference room.

However, just as Chen Mo straightened up, Zhang Canshan noticed him.

The other person glanced at him, ignored him, and continued, "Another matter."

"A survey conducted by the Discipline Inspection Department in some grassroots units showed..."

"Some units have irregularities in their systems for recognizing merits, awarding prizes, and promoting cadres, which are not transparent or fair, and some unhealthy practices even exist in private."

"I'll leave you all out of embarrassment by not going into the details."

"If this kind of back-knee greeting happens again, you can all get the hell out of here!"

"Snapped!"

Zhang Canshan slammed his hand on the conference table.

The ceramic water cup placed next to them was shaken to the ground, making a loud "bang" sound. The cup rolled a few times on the ground, and the sound also hit everyone's hearts.

The entire venue fell silent, so quiet that not even a breath could be heard, as one person's imposing presence held them back.

Zhang Canshan forced out the words through gritted teeth.

What is a warrior?

"That's the flesh and blood of the field army!!!"

"Without flesh and blood, everyone here, including me, is nothing!"

"Don't tell me you're unaware of what the disciplinary department has uncovered."

"Shame on you!"

"If soldiers do not think about war, it will be a great disaster for the country!"

"With continuous mechanization reforms and technological advancements, we no longer need senior officers to lead the charge. All we need is for you to coordinate the battle. Is it really that difficult to do even this?"

"Today, I want to emphasize fairness once again."

"I hope you also value fairness."

"Fairness is absolutely essential to morale. You all need to reflect on this carefully. What good is giving you more steel if you lose morale?"

Zhang Canshan's words were full of questions.

His face was extremely dark, and many of the attending officials kept their eyes downcast, with cold sweat dripping down their foreheads.

A suffocating, deathly silence.

It lasted for several tens of seconds.

Then, the commander-in-chief asked and answered his own questions.

"Decades ago, we had little steel but a lot of spirit. Our predecessors used millet and rifles to fight their way out of the darkness and bring light."

"We have plenty of steel but little spirit now. It's not that our soldiers lack courage. Look at the flood control and disaster relief efforts, look at the earthquake relief efforts. The spirit shown by our comrades is not diminished at all. It's just that some officers have hurt their spirit."

"Morale! Morale!"

"How can a great nation cultivate its spirit if it is not treated as a national hero?"

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The meeting began by addressing only internal issues.

The subsequent introduction of mechanical strategic planning guidelines.

The proposals consist of fourteen strategic initiatives, all outlining plans for strategic deployments in a series of hotspots within this turbulent world.

The direction is very broad.

But it has basically nothing to do with the demonstration camp.

The meeting continued until 6 p.m. before Zhang Canshan announced its adjournment.

The cadres in the front row got up one by one to pack up their notebooks and walked to the aisle to leave in a line.

As Fang Peijun and Chen Mo got up from the back row to pack their things, Fang noticed that after the meeting, the military region leaders did not leave first as usual.

Instead, they sat there upright, showing no intention of moving.

They barely communicated, as if they were waiting for someone.

See this situation.

Fang Peijun felt a chill run down his spine, and through gritted teeth, he forced out a voice: "Scholar, have you made another mistake lately, you son of a bitch?"

"No, who's been gossiping about you?" Chen Mo was suddenly asked, and he felt completely bewildered.

"Screw you, look at the way things are today, it looks like you've gotten into trouble again."

Fang Peijun looked up and gestured ahead: "Damn it, every time I come to the military region with you, I'm on tenterhooks. Do you know that you, the battalion commander of the demonstration battalion, are the number one troublemaker in the entire military region?"

"Don't make trouble!"

Chen Mo followed behind the crowd, obediently queuing up, while also turning his head to deliberately explain: "I swear on my integrity that I haven't caused any trouble recently, so don't worry about me."

"You have no personality whatsoever, yet you use that personality to vouch for yourself every day."

Fang Peijun muttered a curse.

However, upon careful consideration, he couldn't quite put his finger on what trouble the scholar had gotten into recently.

this time.

Every single one in the demonstration camp was like a bull in heat, roaring and training all day long.

The banners in the camp were changed, but the commendation ceremony did not stop. During the ceremony, a promotion ceremony was held for a private first class, and the soldier's parents were invited to attend.

The event was held on a Sunday afternoon, and the scene was quite lively.

The private who was promoted to officer also performed well in yesterday's written test for the informationized combined arms unit, even though he was an infantryman.

There are many unique insights into the concept of collaboration.

After the assessment is over.

Chen Mo immediately instructed the staff to add the promoted second lieutenant to the list of candidates for platoon leader and announced it to the entire battalion.

Elsewhere, it takes at least a year of preparation to go from a private first class to a platoon leader, and even then, one still needs to go to a military academy to study.

The demonstration camp, however, shortens this period to less than half a month.

Although this was supposed to be a way for the camp to set an example, there was a lot of acting involved and deliberate encouragement.

But that didn't stop it from sparking a training frenzy throughout the entire camp.

During this period, the scholar did stay in the camp and did not do anything out of line.

Logically, not only should he have been blameless, but he should have been credited with something.

With that thought in mind, Fang Peijun put aside his worries and followed Chen Mo, head held high, intending to leave the auditorium.

pity!

Old Fang's little scheme quickly fell through.

After the cadres in the front row left, only seven or eight people were left in line.

Political Commissar Liao Hongjun raised his hand and tapped on the conference table: "The people from the demonstration battalion, stay."

Hear this.

A colonel standing in front of Chen Mo turned his head in alarm and saw that the most notorious troublemaker in the entire army, Chen Mo, was right behind him.

The colonel immediately quickened his pace and ran out of the auditorium as if avoiding a snake or scorpion, closing the door behind him.

Upon seeing this, Fang Peijun realized something was wrong.

He didn't have the same mental fortitude or resilience as the scholar; the scholar was a regular in the military region and got scolded all the time. He was nothing compared to that.

If things go wrong, even the instructor could be dismissed.

Seeing that things were not going well, Lao Fang immediately snapped to attention, put two meters away from Chen Mo, and gave a standard military salute.

"Hello, Chief!!"

As a result, Zhang Canshan, Liao Hongjun, Qin Quan'an, Tao Ruichang, Sun Zhensheng, and several deputies, who were sitting in the first seat, didn't even look at him.

Zhang Canshan frowned, pointed at Chen Mo, and was about to speak when Sun Zhensheng from the Logistics Department turned pale.

Before the commander-in-chief could utter a sound, Old Man Sun slammed his hand on the table with a loud "bang".

"Chen brat, get over here right now!!"

Chen Mo's posture only reached the attention position; he hadn't even saluted yet.

He was startled and somewhat bewildered when he was suddenly cursed at.

Zhang Canshan raised his hand to rub his temples, but was interrupted. He didn't say anything more. Political Commissar Liao Hongjun sat sideways in his chair, a slight smile in his eyes.

On the contrary, it was old man Sun, who looked like he had two tons of explosives hidden in his cheeks. When he took off his hat, his white hair stood up in all directions.

With his hands on his hips, he kicked the chair aside and moved to the other side of the conference table.

He slammed his hand on the conference table, making a loud "bang" sound.

"Play the piano randomly!"

“Your demonstration camp is simply playing with fire.”

"Do you think the military is your family's property? Or is it mine?"

"Completely without reason, taking more than one's share—that's factionalism." "And you call yourself a battalion commander? Where's your sense of proportion?"

Where is your overall awareness?

"I think you son of a bitch have only recently achieved some success and have forgotten who you are. You're wagging your tail and showing off like crazy."

Old Sun got more and more into cursing, his fingers almost poking into Chen Mo's brain.

He had a look on his face that said he could eat people alive.

"Let me tell you, kid Chen, what determines combat effectiveness is the overall system, not a single unit. You can't even tell the difference, can you?"

Inside the auditorium, Old Man Sun's roar echoed for a long time.

Chen Mo's ears were also ringing from the shock.

For the military region, the demonstration battalion is a pest, especially the battalion commander. He's out of sight, and he's bound to cause trouble.

But for Chen Mo...

He still doesn't understand what he did wrong, or how he angered Old Man Sun again.

seriously.

Chen Mo has always kept his distance from this stingy guy, the kind who tries to squeeze every last drop of oil out of a rock, adhering to the principle of avoiding contact with him as much as possible.

We haven't provoked him lately.

"You think you can get away with it by not saying anything?" Sun Zhensheng clearly had no intention of letting him off the hook.

"Come on, you son of a bitch, tell me, count across the entire army, which battalion can use 500 tons of fuel in ten days?"

Chen Mo was taken aback when he heard this, and then he remembered that recently, the approval of supplies had been handled by the headquarters of the demonstration battalion, and the people in the battalion only needed to go and pick them up.

The process is much smoother than before.

This also led him to neglect logistical issues.

However, knowing where you went wrong is enough; at least you won't be so passive.

He saw Old Man Sun staring at him with eyes as wide as bull's balls.

Chen Mo said weakly, "The Air Force flight squadron doesn't even have as many people as our battalion."

Old Sun's furious expression suddenly froze upon hearing this.

Damn it, how could I forget about the Air Force?

That thing, when it cruises, a single flight by a squadron takes up hundreds of tons of fuel, and that's not just aviation fuel, but also more than twenty different types of fuel.

Chen Mo added, "Naval vessel squadron."

Old Sun was stunned again.

Hey!
His grandma's.

How could the navy be overlooked?

Having finally gained the upper hand, Chen Mo, true to his nature, was unlikely to give up. Facing Sun Zhensheng directly, his emotions ran high, and he mentioned a unit: "Any regiment or battalion-level strategic mobile force under the entire army can achieve..."

"besides."

Fuck!
besides?

Old Sun suddenly had a toothache.

He never expected that a casual question he asked would be used against him by this kid, turning the tables on him.

But that's not important.

If reasoning fails, then let's see who has the bigger fist; the truth lies with them.

"shut up!!"

"You son of a bitch, what do you have to do with the flight squadron and the fleet?"

"Report!" Chen Mo shouted, trying to explain.

"Go to hell! If you have something to say, come to me in my dream. I'll beat you to death today, you troublemaker."

Sun Zhensheng ruthlessly rolled up his sleeves, revealing his shrunken fists.

Now, seeing the two of them, one big and one small, they've started fighting again.

Political Commissar Liao Hongjun tapped his desk helplessly: "Alright, alright, Lao Sun, why are you arguing with a junior?"

Liao Hongjun's words are absolutely effective.

Even if Sun Zhensheng was unhappy, he would only hum a couple of times and then give up.

The other old men looked at Old Sun with a sense of disappointment and frustration, thinking, "You always rush so fast and so fiercely."

Why don't you just go and win her over?

They went up to him and gave him a dressing down, but they couldn't win against a junior.

What a shame.

It's one thing to lose an argument, but the real problem is that it prevents the people behind from getting a word in edgewise, let alone continuing their insults. I let it go last time, but this time it happened again.
When Sun Zhensheng returned to his seat with his head drooping.

Liao Hongjun spoke up: "Major Chen."

"To!"

Do you know why I left you behind alone?

"Report: I don't know."

Chen Mo already had a vague guess in his heart, but at this point, he had to pretend he didn't know, otherwise, wouldn't that be telling his superiors that he was knowingly committing a crime?

"Don't know? Ha! Battalion Commander Chen is quite busy."

Liao Hongjun leaned back in his chair and sneered, "The commander-in-chief just said that soldiers are the flesh and blood of the field army. If we don't treat them as national heroes, how can we cultivate the spirit of a great nation?"

"Half of that statement is about you."

“I heard in Kyoto that the demonstration camp has been quite lively lately. They changed the training syllabus without authorization, and for more than a week, the soldiers in the entire camp have only rested for a little over four hours a day.”

"It's said that you even changed the college's slogan, something about a real man training for eight hours straight."

“That’s a sergeant’s academy, not your private ranch. Aside from class time and training time, the entire battalion faces an average of four emergency combat situations a day.”

"Do you know the consequences of training like this?"

"Ok?"

Liao Hongjun's face was gloomy.

The reason these individuals were so angry was that during the few days they attended the meeting in Kyoto, they received numerous complaints from various units within the military region.

The training atmosphere in the demonstration camp was so intense that it was almost unheard of, with training continuing day and night.

The booming sound of artillery could be heard even at night, and the sergeant academy was only about 20 kilometers away from Jinyang.

It's not just military units; ordinary people also need to make a living.

During the daytime training, artillery is frequently fired, and at night there is also night training, which also involves firing artillery, making it impossible for many units to get proper rest.

If that's all, then that's it.

The main reason is that the military reconnaissance battalion is very close to the demonstration battalion, only a dozen kilometers away, and they heard that the demonstration battalion has a strong training atmosphere.

They followed along for two days and managed to train nearly twenty soldiers to the point of exhaustion, who were then carried to the military hospital.

When news of this reached Kyoto, it finally made these people unable to sit still any longer.

Upon closer inspection, they were even more astonished.

This so-called demonstration camp not only changed the training slogans, but also held the so-called commendation ceremony in stages.

His unbridled promotions, awards, and officer appointments within the camp have drawn the ire of many other units.

Yes!
The demonstration battalion doesn't have a designation; you can assign yourself any rank or position you like.

Even if you become a senior colonel, as long as you don't get caught by your superiors, nobody will pay any attention to you.

However, this kind of unhealthy trend should not be encouraged, otherwise it would be unfair, and how would other units handle it?
With you, you can be promoted from lieutenant to captain in a single day, and you can earn a third-class merit as long as you perform well, which can be cashed in immediately.

What about the other units?
Should we continue training these soldiers? How should we conduct ideological work at the grassroots level?
The reason Liao Hongjun could still suppress his temper was that the demonstration battalion hadn't really caused any real trouble yet.

The military reconnaissance battalion was exhausted after only two days of training, while the demonstration battalion was different. They had a professional medical team with them at all times, and glucose was given to them like it was free.

The 301 Hospital of Jinyang Military Region, such a large hospital, almost couldn't supply enough glucose for a single battalion-level unit, resulting in a significant loss of glucose.

This is such an outrageous thing.

I've never encountered this before.

Old Sun was angry. Those were supplies and ammunition; the fuel consumption was too high. A battalion daring to compete with an air squadron in fuel consumption—just imagine how terrifying that must be.

Even more exaggerated.

They had just returned from Kyoto and heard about the loss of nearly 30,000 bottles of glucose as soon as they got off the plane.

Thirty thousand bottles!!!

Thinking of this, Liao Hongjun didn't even need to wait for Chen Mo's response; he slammed his hand on the conference table with a "bang."

"Major Chen, do you demonstration battalions cook your meals with glucose every day?"

"Such a large amount of loss, isn't that enough to make you realize the seriousness of the problem?"

"Cooking?"

Chen Mo was originally "repenting" when he heard that glucose could be used to cook rice, and his eyes immediately lit up.

"Sir, you just said that glucose can be used to cook rice?"

"I'll cook your head!"

Even the usually composed Liao Hongjun was quite infuriated by Chen Mo's fanatical behavior.

He grabbed an empty porcelain cup from the conference table and smashed it with a "bang".

Chen Mo hurriedly reached out and caught it, chuckled awkwardly, quickly placed it on the conference table, stepped back a few paces, and stood at attention.

seriously.

In other words, the demonstration battalion is directly under the command of the military region, and the military region is only responsible for supervision; otherwise, this is how it would be done.

Chen Mo would have been dismissed eight hundred times over and thrown into the logistics department to clean toilets.

Political Commissar Liao Hongjun was so angry that his chest heaved, and he remained silent for a long time.

The main problem is that this kid is just too damn infuriating.

Finally, Zhang Canshan waved his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet, and calmly said, "Battalion Commander Chen."

"To!"

"Are you training so hard because you're worried about what the General Armaments Department said about those three months?"

Faced with his old leader's direct and crucial question, Chen Mo puffed out his chest and replied, "Reporting to the leader, yes!"

"I'm afraid the demonstration battalion will be disbanded. Because of the information technology experiment, the Third Reconnaissance Company was disbanded, and the Fourth Motorized Infantry Regiment of the Jincheng Military Region was abolished, with all its non-commissioned officers transferred here."

"Hundreds of young officers from Shicheng Army Academy, Armored Academy, Army Command Academy, Military Medical Academy, Jinling Army Academy, and Xijing Army Academy, who should have had bright futures, were assigned to the demonstration battalion."

"Sir, the demonstration battalion has more than 600 non-commissioned officers and 400 officers. Some of them came from Xiangjian, and some graduated from the Academy of Military Sciences."

"It is undeniable that these people came to the demonstration camp initially to respond to the call to create a new system and to devote themselves to the work."

"But later, they were willing to stay because they trusted me."

“I am the battalion commander, and I also come from the reconnaissance company. I can’t just stand by and watch so many brothers go their separate ways because they can’t get a unit number in the end.”

"What about the future of so many people? There's also the Third Reconnaissance Company and the Fourth Motorized Infantry Regiment. They don't have their original units anymore. If the demonstration battalion doesn't succeed, they'll all have to take off their uniforms."

"Commander, let alone three months, even if it's just three weeks or three days, we have to give it our all."

"There is no way out!"

Chen Mo stood tall and proud, his voice ringing out, tears welling in his eyes.

How could he not know that the demonstration battalion was very tired? Every time he saw the soldiers shouting and training, their backs were extremely tired, and some even couldn't keep up with their physical strength, and their steps began to stagger.

As the battalion commander, he saw it all.

But he carries the future of thousands of people on his shoulders, so what can he do when he's tired?
The demonstration camp conducted intensive training for ten days.

The food expenses alone amounted to over 100,000 yuan, not to mention the countless amounts of glucose and other supplies.

Chen Mo knew these things better than anyone else.

The military reconnaissance battalion was exhausted after two days of training, and that wasn't just because the demonstration battalion had a professional medical team.

There was also the battalion commander, and the disciplinary squad temporarily formed by the staff, who kept a close eye on the soldiers' condition at all times. If they found anything wrong, they would immediately send Liu Min to check and force them to go back to their dormitories to rest.

The camp is not only filled with fierce advances, but also with the great love of comrades.

Everything is for the future.

Upon hearing this reason, the old men who had been ready to interrogate him fell silent instantly.

Even the grimacing old man Sun turned his head to look out the window, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the table, remaining silent for a long time.

They were all people who had worked their way up from the grassroots level, and they knew very well how heavy the burden on Chen Mo's shoulders was.

The people below are eagerly anticipating the results, while those above are constantly demanding them.

Being caught in the middle must have been tough.

a long time.

No one in the auditorium uttered a sound.

Finally, Zhang Canshan spoke first, though his tone was much gentler.

"Your direction is correct, but your approach is very inappropriate."

"I agree that the demonstration camp needs to grow."

“But with this kind of training, you’ll all collapse before three months are up. Humans aren’t machines; you can’t handle this high intensity every day.”

"Report, we get a day off? We also get a Sunday off." Chen Mo grinned: "Commander, tomorrow is the 50th anniversary of the founding of our motherland, so we also need to rest."

"We have to celebrate the motherland's birthday, no matter what."

"You kid."

"Hahahaha." Zhang Canshan couldn't help but laugh as he watched Chen Mo's change in attitude.

He used to dislike Chen Mo, thinking he was a troublemaker.

But today, he didn't talk about the future of the new information system or its impact; he only talked about the future of the thousands of people in the battalion.

Just for that reason.

Zhang Canshan greatly admired it.

Soldiers, you must love your soldiers before you can love your country.

If you don't even love your own soldiers, what else can you talk about!

The profound impact of information technology is self-evident and needs no further explanation; everyone here is well aware of it. To bring it up would only seem pretentious.

Zhang Canshan looked at Chen Mo, whose expression was firm, and who seemed to have no intention of backing down because of today's conversation.

He smiled and said, "There's something you've probably misunderstood."

"The three-month deadline set by the General Armament Department does not refer to the withdrawal of any demonstration battalion, but rather to comparing the Jincheng demonstration battalion with our Kyoto demonstration battalion three months later."

"Let's see who is suitable to go to the southwest, and who is suitable to expand from a battalion into a regiment."

"Alright, doesn't your demonstration camp have night training?"

"Perfect timing, I'll go check it out and see how your training has gone."

After Zhang Canshan finished speaking, he stood up immediately.

Judging from this, they really intend to go and take a look.

After all, no matter how valid Chen Mo's reasons were, the issues raised by various units still needed to be addressed.

We cannot let this continue unchecked; the military region needs to maintain a balance.

Chen Mo, however, heard that three months later, the staffing quota would not be abolished, but rather upgraded.

His long-dormant heart began to stir once more.

Upgrade to a group.

This is the honor he should be pursuing most right now.

Unlike the soldiers in the battalion, who only pursue honors such as meritorious service, promotion, and officer rank.

But as a battalion commander, what he should really be pursuing is expanding the battalion into a regiment, right?

Now, this opportunity is right in front of us.

(End of this chapter)