Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 347 A Date, An Unconventional Consolation

After realizing that the Godzilla in front of him was actually a Chinese rooster, Chen Mo stared wide-eyed, weighing it in his hands and looking at it again and again.

He reached out and patted the rooster's short legs a few more times before looking up and smiling, "Okay, I'll take the rooster, thank you!"

What kind of filling is it?

“Crushed peanuts mixed with brown sugar,” Wang Lu replied crisply.

"Hmm, the craftsmanship is good, quite lifelike, and very expressive."

Chen Mo nodded; he couldn't very well break it open and eat it in front of the two female soldiers.

He only offered a couple of casual compliments before turning to leave.

As for the Lantern Festival, we'll see how things go then.

Chen Mo's personality is that of a stubborn mule; otherwise, he wouldn't have been a bachelor even in his previous life, when he was already several decades old.

If he had a silver tongue, he could have found a companion. Most of the time, Chen Mo's mouth was used for arguing.

But when he tried to leave, Liu Min got angry.

With her hands on her hips and eyebrows raised in a fierce manner, she said, "Battalion Commander, are you just going to take these things and leave like this?"

"You were born in the Year of the Rooster, and Lu Yi made such beautiful glutinous rice balls for you. Even as an officer, you should care about the soldiers. What kind of attitude is this?"

Seeing the captain suddenly become so brave, Chen Mo hadn't reacted yet, but Wang Luyi was startled.

She glanced at Chen Mo's reaction and then whispered a word of dissuasion.

"It's alright, Captain. I made this as a gift anyway. Everyone in our team has one, so please don't make a fuss."

Wang Luyi's voice sounded somewhat urgent.

To know.

In the past, their team leader would always avoid the battalion commander; there was nothing they could do about it.

Female soldiers are naturally less capable of training than male soldiers, and the training in armored regiments is quite difficult, so a bottom-ranking elimination system is prevalent.

Whether it's the written test or the physical fitness test, the medical team is basically at the bottom. The whole regiment has a lot of veterans, so they can get some points in any tactical coordination test.

Military medical colleges, on the other hand, have a different focus. They rarely teach basic physical training and are not exposed to command studies. They also do not need to command during regular training.

In every assessment, I failed the written test and I failed the physical test.

Under such circumstances, who would dare to loiter around in front of the battalion commander? Wouldn't that be too brave?

"Ugh, you're so stupid!" Liu Min shook her head, looking at Chen Mo with a disappointed expression.

Knowing that Captain Liu meant well, Chen Mo didn't bother arguing with her.

Looking at the Godzilla in his hand, he laughed and said, "I will definitely do something for Lu Yi's birthday. I will give her a day off that day and take her out to see how the people on the grassland celebrate the Lantern Festival."

Done.

Chen Mo looked at Liu Min with a half-smile.

"As for Captain Liu, I remember the medical team had a mission this morning, right?"

"After the New Year, the medical team was required to conduct 'Sharp Sword' mission training, including heavy-equipped marches and armed cross-country runs. Did they all pass the tests?"

"The Sharp Sword team has been instructed to comprehensively strengthen its care for the wounded during rescue operations, enhance its awareness of the enemy situation, and reinforce its aseptic techniques and time management. Have all of these been implemented?"

“During training, even wounded soldiers with one leg strapped to their knees can run faster than you, Captain Liu, with both legs on. If we were to rely on you to save people, the wounded soldiers would have become martyrs long ago.”

"Take some time these next couple of days to check your team's results. If they're still not up to par, Captain Liu, you'll have to come to the battalion headquarters and have a word with them."

Chen Mo bared his teeth and threatened.

Liu Min's previously calm face suddenly turned visibly green, and she glared fiercely at the battalion commander: "You're ruthless, ptooey!"

After venting for a couple of minutes.

Captain Liu ran away without looking back.

She didn't dare to show off in front of the battalion commander anymore; there was nothing she could do, as he had leverage over her.

In the few days after the New Year, the armored regiment held a training session, with all companies, detachments, and battalions participating. During the battlefield first aid exercise, an artillery veteran was hit by a mortar shell and it was determined that his left lower leg had been blown off.

A medical team is needed to provide emergency care.

But the veteran insisted that his lower leg was blown off, not his head, so it wouldn't affect his charge.

With one leg braced against the ground and the 81 bar as a crutch, I still charged forward.

The entire group of female soldiers wearing Red Cross armbands chased after them, but they couldn't catch up even after chasing for two miles.

The scene was incredibly awkward.

afterwards.

The battalion commander's face turned ashen, and he left only one sentence: "Without outstanding military skills, how can you protect your comrades?"

At that time, even if Liu Min had grievances in her heart, she couldn't bring herself to say them.

There is no distinction between male and female soldiers in the armored regiment; as soon as the guns start firing, everyone has to go.

The next day, the battalion headquarters specifically outlined a new training syllabus for the medical team, along with a few slogans.

This is known as the "Sharp Sword Training," with the motto: "Heal the body and forge the soul, uphold culture and martial arts, dare to fight and be able to battle, and be skilled and determined."

The entire medical team was required to undergo a radical transformation through intensive training. After all, they had come to the border region and had lost their title as a demonstration camp, so they definitely needed to gradually get back on track.

Seeing his captain run off without him, Wang Luyi awkwardly reached out and pulled down the brim of his hat.

"Well then, Battalion Commander, I'll head back now."

"Well, let's go."

"Remember, come to the administration building at 8 o'clock the day after tomorrow, the Lantern Festival. Celebrating a birthday here is definitely not as good as in Tianshui or your medical school, but the grasslands have their own customs and traditions."

"You can experience it for yourself."

Chen Mo explained with a smile that he usually didn't like to waste time on such trivial matters, after all, the Ironclad Regiment had too many things to do.

He was also on standby at any time, ready to go to Zhongpei.

But this time, he wanted to take Wang Luyi to see it.

Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect.

Even if there's no ripple in his heart, he still reminds himself from time to time that Wang Luyi is not the same person he used to meet.

But a man is a man after all.

Moreover, he is not the same person he used to be; he is no longer so decadent or pessimistic.

"Yes, thank you, Battalion Commander."

Wang Lu nodded slightly and ran away quickly.

Chen Mo then carried Godzilla back to his office.

Not long after, Cheng Dong, Man Xuexi, Fang Peijun, and Wang Jianbin also arrived at the office.

"Don't stand, sit down."

Without looking up, Chen Mo tossed the cigarette onto the table, and a minute later, the entire office was filled with smoke.

There's a lot going on in the armored regiment after the New Year. Training professional non-commissioned officers is in preparation for expansion. This is a two-year plan that needs to be finalized before Zhongpei leaves.

Of course.

Besides the fact that the first batch of family members will be coming with the military, issues such as providing shop space, rent, and sourcing channels need to be negotiated.

The training of the entire Blue Army battalion at the squad level also needs to be more detailed.

The medical team has a "Sharp Sword" training program.

Other companies also have assassination plans.

These ideas all stemmed from Operation Spring Thunder.

The Assassin Project essentially means that the Ironclad Regiment will be built into a combined arms unit, and its combat system will include an armed reconnaissance unit, which will be primarily responsible for guiding tactical missiles, heavy artillery attacks by air force divisions, and ground reconnaissance missions.

The pre-holiday exercises, including the decapitation and sabotage operations, went quite smoothly.

Chen Mo planned to assign these two tasks to the guard battalion, which was more offensive and had greater battlefield independence.

A sniper squad was formed by the guard battalion, specifically to carry out subsequent decapitation and sabotage operations.

Perfect, these things also align with Zhang Chuan and his team's original profession.

The Ironclad Regiment was, after all, a new unit.

The authorities adopted a free-range approach, simply providing equipment and supplies, without paying much attention to other aspects of development.

Chen Mo also wanted a second battalion, but at this time, the military headquarters' attention was not on them, and even the speed of training information technology cadres could not be increased.

The higher-ups didn't bother with it.

The biggest benefit it provides is that other units, since the reform of non-commissioned officers got on track.

The promotion process is extremely strict. Anyone who wants to be promoted must meet one of the following three criteria: outstanding class leader, outstanding party member, and number of merits.

Furthermore, promotion to officer rank requires further study at a military academy.

The armored regiment, however, does not have such restrictions. They generally have a need for promotion, and as long as they write a report explaining the reasons in a reasonable manner, the higher-ups will approve it.

As long as it's not excessive, it's fine.

Under these circumstances, Chen Mo had no way to better develop the armored regiment's organization before leaving, so he could only start from within.

With the officers in charge of the battalion, they gradually planned the regiment's development plan for the next two or even three years based on the actual situation.

Let's just take it one step at a time.

According to Chen Mo's personal plan.

Even if the information technology experiment yields results in this lifetime, there's an existing military force already in place.

The higher authorities will prioritize the development of mechanization and focus the army's main efforts on most of its main forces.

It's impossible to focus too much on information technology.

It might not be until 02, or even 03, when the second desert storm arrives, that it truly garners sufficient attention.

However, there is nothing wrong with doing so.

At present, the higher-ups want to develop, but they lack the resources and capabilities; it is impossible for the armored regiment's equipment to be distributed throughout the entire army.

Even if the rule is that a large military region can only have one informationized battalion, not all military regions are willing to lower their own development and support a second blue force battalion.

Because it makes no sense.

Even if all seven military regions now have informationized battalions with combat capabilities comparable to the opposing force battalions, so what?

The changes are not significant.

Once one path is successfully established, it will remain there until most other units undergo mechanization reforms, allowing them to close the equipment gap with the armored regiments.

That would be the best time to develop the armored regiment and ensure that this unit always remains in a leading position.

The reforms during the mechanization phase just need to have a goal and direction. Any unnecessary tinkering, as Chen Mo himself said, is meaningless. When war comes, what will be relied upon are still the large-scale main forces, not just a few informationized battalions.

This would cause several major military regions to drag down the overall development of seven or eight military regions, and build an equal number of blue army battalions.

In terms of policy and direction, they overlap, so their priority will not be that high.

The top decision-makers at the highest level couldn't possibly miss such a simple problem.

. . . . . . . . . .

Two days is just a blink of an eye for Chen Mo.

The battalion was constantly devising new training outlines, and once they were finalized, they would explain them in detail to each company and supervise their implementation.

Time quickly came to February 19, 2000, which was the Lantern Festival.

It was a little after 7 a.m.

After having breakfast, Chen Mo, despite his usually tough exterior, knew to dress up for holidays.

He took out his Type 87 uniform from the closet and put it on, polishing his three-piece leather shoes until they shone.

Once everything was ready, he came down from upstairs with his hat in his right hand and his belt in his left.

Just got downstairs.

I ran into Wang Jianbin, who was picking his teeth and walking with his head down.

"Wow! Dressed so flashy, are you going to act in a play?"

Old Wang glanced sideways at the scholar.

Chen Moren was also honest, and casually said, "Screw acting, it's the Lantern Festival, let's go visit our fellow villagers and offer our condolences."

"Condolences?"

Wang Jianbin hadn't originally planned to ask any more questions, but when he heard that they were going out, he immediately perked up.

His eyes gleamed as he asked, "Whose house are we going to, Old Man Batur's or Hashe's?"

"Not sure, let's wait and see."

Chen Mo shook his head slightly. The families that Lao Wang mentioned were some of the villagers that the officers in the battalion often visited to offer their condolences and assistance.

Many people in the camp are familiar with him.

After all, it is very important for the armored regiment to establish good relations and build trust with the locals when they come to the border region to set up camp.

To make the visit more meaningful, the camp specifically consulted the local civil affairs department to find out which families were in greater difficulty, which families had children who had joined the army and died on the border, and which families had no children.

The focus of the condolences was on these families.

After giving a brief greeting, Chen Mo ignored Lao Wang. His original intention was to go to the office to sit for a while and then come down at eight o'clock to take Wang Luyi to visit the villagers and offer his condolences.

On my birthday, I can also experience the local customs and culture of this remote area, since there really isn't any other work to do here.

However, when he arrived in front of the administration building...

Wang Luyi has arrived.

She arrived about half an hour early, still wearing camouflage, carrying a small cloth bag, and squatting on the open ground in front of the administration building.

Her fair chin rested on her knee as she looked down quietly at the ants crawling around her feet in the pile of withered grass on the ground.

Occasionally, she would take some crumbs of steamed bun from her cloth bag, scatter them on the ground, and watch the little ants touch each other's antennae, exchanging information and calling their companions to come and carry away the food together.

Chen Mo walked over and took a look, secretly marveling at how unpredictable the weather was on the vast grassland.

Just a few days ago there were constant sandstorms, but today the sun is shining brightly, and ants are out foraging for food on the Lantern Festival.

"Are you ready?" Chen Mo asked with a smile.

"what?"

Upon hearing the commotion behind her, Wang Lu quickly pulled up her hat brim and stood up: "Good morning, Battalion Commander!"

"I, I'm ready."

Wang Luyi blushed, as if she really didn't want anyone to see what she had just done.

"Let's go then. First, let's go to town and buy some canned goods and desserts. Then we'll visit the local villagers and offer our greetings on your birthday."

"it is good!"

Wang Lu nodded slightly and followed Chen Mo towards the parking lot.

Originally.

Things are going smoothly so far, and the holiday greetings are normal.

Just as Chen Mo opened the car door and was about to get in, Wang Jianyong came running over from a distance, his face beaming with joy, and shouted, "Battalion Commander, you're going out? I'll drive!"

"You and Wang Luyi sit in the back, I'll take care of it."

"alright."

Anyway, having more people means having more help carrying the gifts, so Chen Mo didn't think it was a big deal.

No idea.

He had just gotten into the car when Man Xuexi, also dressed in casual clothes, excitedly ran over, opened the passenger door, and sat down with a "thump."

"Hey, Battalion Commander, I heard you're going to visit some volunteers, can I come along?"

"That damn gossipy woman."

Chen Mo cursed Old Wang under his breath, because there was no doubt that Wang Jianbin had leaked the information about his visit to offer condolences.

That guy's mouth is looser than an old lady's belt; if he knows anything, the whole regiment, including the soldiers on guard duty, will hear about it within ten minutes.

The so-called "mobile radio" lives up to its name.

Chen Mo simply got out of the car, for no other reason than that he knew Lao Wang's mouth all too well.

He definitely can't leave now.

as predicted.

As soon as Chen Mo got out of the car, Cheng Dong, Fang Peijun, Qin Xiaojun, Xu Zhanqi, Liang Hongjie, and even Wang Jianbin himself came over to join in the fun.

"Hey, Xiao Luyi's here too?" Cheng Dong craned his neck, glanced at the back seat, and chuckled, "That's right. When a new comrade comes to Zhurihe, he can't just watch the sandstorms and training; he also needs to experience the local customs and culture."

"Battalion Commander, take me with you," Qin Xiaojun said shamelessly.

"Me too, I'll go and offer my condolences as well," Xu Zhanqi said with a grin, joining in the fun.

Wang Jianbin didn't say a word, but just pressed his body against the car body with his arms crossed, as if he was the only one who could go today.

"Damn it, if you all go to work in the camp, who will do it?" Chen Mo said with a laugh.

"Don't worry, Battalion Commander, everything's already taken care of," Man Xuexi assured him, patting his chest.

Fang Peijun stood aside and laughed, "You guys go ahead, leave the camp to me. I'm the one who usually handles the visits, and you bunch of bastards have never been proactive once."

"Now that the scholar has left, you all seem quite eager to get involved."

"Go early and come back early; I'll stay behind to keep watch."

Fortunately, today is the Lantern Festival, the last day of the Lunar New Year, and there are no training tasks in the camp.

Chen Mo stopped dwelling on it and waved his hand, "Go, bring over a transport truck. If you dare, take a ride."

"Hey, that's good."

Wang Jianyong quickly got out of the jeep's driver's seat and hurriedly went to drive the truck.

Wait until the vehicle comes to a complete stop.

Seeing Cheng Dong, Qin Xiaojun and the others climbing into the carriage, Wang Luyi, who was originally queuing at the back, was pulled aside by Chen Mo, who smiled and shook his head without saying a word.

Wait until everyone is on the bus.

Chen Mo brought Wang Luyi along, and the two squeezed into the passenger seat, while Wang Jianyong remained in the driver's seat.

"Leave the camp first, and on the road, give those bastards a good shake-up until they're dead," Chen Mo ordered slyly.

Just this one sentence.

Wang Jianyong's originally calm gaze suddenly turned fiery as he stared at the road conditions. Even so, he didn't forget to reply, "Don't worry, Battalion Commander, I know exactly where the potholes and bumps are along this road."

Boom! !

The truck starts.

At first, Wang Luyi didn't understand the meaning of the phrase "knowing every pit and bump in the road" and its significance.

I don't know why the battalion commander pulled me into the passenger seat.

But soon, she found out.

Under Wang Luyi's horrified gaze, Wang Jianyong drove the truck out of the camp and immediately stood up in the driver's seat.

That's right, it's about standing up.

Old Wang, his face contorted with rage, gripped the gearshift and the steering wheel, and the entire transport truck shot off like a stumbling cannonball with a "whoosh."

Chen Mo could clearly hear the sound of the stools in the back of the carriage crashing down.

This damn push-back feeling! If it weren't for the partition in the cargo compartment, I probably could have unloaded all the people in the back compartment by starting in third gear and flooring the accelerator.

Wang Jianyong's driving skills are indeed excellent. He can navigate potholes without hesitation, and even if there are no curves, he will find larger stones to run over.

Chen Mo held onto Wang Luyi tightly to prevent her from being thrown out of the window.

Inside the carriage, there was already a chorus of curses.

"You son of a bitch, Lao Wang, can't you slow down? There's only one ditch on the grassland, and you son of a bitch won't even let it go?"

"Holy crap, this is my butt, not a spring! Damn it, slow down, slow down!!!"

"Hey, hey hey, damn it, are you pulling a pig?"

But their protests were to no avail. The truck bounced across the grassland, and Wang Jianyong's eyes were fixed on obeying orders, ignoring the voices behind him.

What does it mean to "pulle a pig"?

He wouldn't dare drive like that when hauling pigs. Pigs could really get lost, but people wouldn't. Even if someone fell off, they could find their way back to camp.

Wang Luyi stared blankly at the bouncing truck the whole time, listening to the curses coming from behind.

She is not as weak as she appears; she has a stubborn streak deep down.

In addition, Chen Mo always protected her.

Wang Luyi didn't feel sad at all; on the contrary, he appreciated this way of going out to offer condolences.

It's quite unique.

She had ridden in military vehicles many times before, but always with her father.

I've never seen anyone drive like that before.

(End of this chapter)