Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 349 Delayed Enrollment, Combat Training Shifted to War Training
Looking at Zhongpei's notification, Fang Peijun, who had just been staring at the ceiling bored and having nothing to do, was now at a loss.

This is when they start to become anxious and restless.

It's like having corns all over your butt; you can't sit properly, and you can't stand properly either.

He frowned in his office, a cigarette dangling from his lips, exhaling smoke.

As someone who came from the Political Department of the 63rd Army, he was probably the one among all the officers in the armored regiment who understood best what Chen Mo's training meant.

Zhong Pei is a future senior military commander, and this is an inevitable path in his career advancement.

Basic military training covers a wide range of subjects, whether it's direct recruitment from universities or military academies. The ultimate goal is simply to obtain an officer's title upon graduation.

He was assigned to a grassroots unit.

But intermediate training is much more rigorous.

First, one must be exposed to the discipline of operational command, and according to the headquarters' previous requirements, if the trainee has great potential after the training, he will definitely not be placed in the same unit.

Without experience in large organizations and field units, how will they grasp the overall situation in the future?

Lieutenant colonel is alright, he's only at the level of a battalion commander or deputy regimental commander, so his contact range is not very wide.

But for colonels and senior colonels, it's a different story; they face countless difficulties and obstacles.

You must have a broad perspective.

Otherwise, even if someone is a pre-selected senior talent, they won't be able to get through if their resume isn't up to par.

The Ironclad Regiment was a force created by Chen Mo, but with Zhong Pei's arrival, it will definitely have to be put on hold for a while.

The next stop will either be a temporary assignment at the headquarters or a transfer to another combat division.

In this situation.

The pressure of entrusting such a large armored regiment to these people is immense.

If it were an ordinary regimental-level unit, that would be fine.

But is the Ironclad Regiment an ordinary unit?

Looking up at the clock on the wall, it was only one o'clock in the afternoon. At this time, all the soldiers in the camp were taking their lunch break.

Old Fang had something on his mind, and he couldn't afford to be lost in thought anymore.

He picked up a cigarette and matches from his desk and wandered around downstairs in the barracks.

I tried to calm myself down and think about how to get the whole unit running smoothly in the years since Xiucai left.

. . . . . .

the other side.

Chen Mo was still unaware of the instructions given by Zhongpei.

Cheng Dong and his group received a warm welcome at Mr. Batur's house and stayed until after 4 p.m., when it was getting dark, before they began their return journey.

During the holiday visit, I didn't help Batur's family with any chores in the morning; I just waited to be fed and acted casually.

In the afternoon, the group planted the grass seeds they had brought nearby and did some chores at the old man's house.

Wang Luyi wasn't idle either. She changed into a slightly dirty set of clothes and accompanied Ma Yisha to mix hay.

At the time of parting.

They also took away a bag of dried fruit from someone else.

It could be because I was working too hard, or it could be because I was drowsy while riding in the car.

Not long after they set off, Wang Luyi leaned against the metal of the carriage, right next to Chen Mo, and closed his eyes to sleep.

Cheng Dong sat opposite them, watching the two young people snuggle together, and he grinned.

But soon, his face turned ashen.

He took out a cigarette, lit it, and said in a low voice, "Is the Kerim family's daughter named Reyihan?"

"Hmm." Chen Mo nodded: "My son is Aizemu, and my daughter is Reyihan. If we count their ages, Aizemu is probably the same age as Lao Man. He was killed in 98 when he encountered cross-border armed forces while patrolling the border."

“Reyihan insisted on going with city people around the Chinese New Year in 97. She should have been 16 years old at the time. It has been so long, and she has not even sent a single letter home.”

"Did the local authorities help find someone?" Cheng Dong asked curiously, since as the chief of staff, visiting and comforting people was not usually his job.

Fang Peijun and several instructors were in charge, and the battalion commander would also keep a proper understanding of the situation due to his duties.

Cheng Dong had no idea what was going on; all the information he received came from other people.

"We definitely searched, but there's been no news. I guess the chances are slim."

Chen Mo didn't continue.

In this era, a naive teenage girl leaves with a group of strangers.

The ending was probably already decided the moment they left.

It's just a pity for Batur's family; only two middle-aged people and an old man are left, living alone.

"Hey!"

Cheng Dong sighed.

After a long while, he turned his gaze to the sleeping Wang Luyi and said, "Actually, there are some things I shouldn't say, but the words are on the tip of my tongue, and I feel suffocated if I don't say them."

"You're going to Zhongpei soon, what will happen to Old Wang's daughter?"

As soon as these words came out.

Originally, Man Xuexi, Qin Xiaojun, and Xu Zhanqi were drowsy, but in an instant, they were full of energy.

He looked at the battalion commander with a spirited expression.

As for Wang Jianbin, he's driving right now, with Wang Jianyong in the passenger seat. Otherwise, Wang Jianbin would definitely have chimed in on such a gossipy matter.

The entire regiment is known as a mobile radio, and that's no exaggeration.

He watched Chen Mo remain silent.

Old Man grinned and said, "Battalion Commander, you're the one who's blinded by the situation, while we bystanders see things clearly."

"You're about to be promoted to a higher level, and Old Wang has put his daughter in our unit. Doesn't that mean he approves of your relationship?"

"Yes."

Cheng Dong shrugged: "Anyone with eyes can see this. Wang Luyi is a medical student. She was assigned to the military region. She shouldn't have come to Zhurihe. This place is too harsh."

"In winter, the temperature drops to minus thirty or forty degrees Celsius, and in summer, it's like the Flaming Mountains, with sandstorms all year round. We rough guys just can't handle it."

"But her father is now the deputy commander-in-chief of the 47th Army. Lu Yi is from a military family, after all. You don't really think that Old Wang is incapable of transferring Lu Yi away, do you?"

“We all know how she came here and how she stayed, but you’re the only one who doesn’t understand.”

Cheng Dong was in charge of persuading them.

The old man and his companions beside him nodded vigorously in agreement.

Chen Mo opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word. No matter how sharp-tongued he was, he couldn't refute him at this moment.

That's right!

He also admitted that Lao Wang was really good to him. At first, this goodness was just pure appreciation, but later it was mixed with a bit of encouragement.

He was the one who had the unresolved issue.

Chen Mo could tell that Wang Luyi didn't dislike him, so it wasn't surprising.

A person's aesthetic sense doesn't change much.

If we could get along well in our past lives, there's no reason why we shouldn't feel anything when we meet again in this life.

Even if the time changes, the place changes, the timing changes, and the order changes.

But some things will never change.

Chen Mo took a deep breath, turned to look at Wang Luyi, and reached out to brush the grass off her face, saying, "I know what I'm doing, let's not talk about this for now."

"You have absolutely no sense of propriety." Cheng Dong curled his lips, his expression full of disdain, and said, "Let me tell you, when it comes to love, you have to strike while the iron is hot."

"Just like catching a rabbit, you're done if you catch it in the blink of an eye."

“Back when I went on a blind date with my wife, we hadn’t even met a few times before I was already holding hands and whispering to her through a clump of wheat straw. You should learn from that, kid.”

Chen Mo:
No!

Is drilling through wheat stalks something to brag about?
Also, is this a proper whisper, whispering in front of so many people?
"I'll take care of this for you."

Cheng Dong patted his chest and flicked his cigarette out of the car: "Old Huo is your instructor after all, so it's perfect that he's involved in this."

"Let Old Huo talk to Lu Yi. Young people are shy, so let us old folks be the matchmakers."

"Let's try to finalize this before you leave for Zhongpei."

Chen Mo looked like he wanted to speak again.

Cheng Dong glared at him, adopting the airs of an old company commander, and said, "Damn it, you have to listen to me on this matter."

"If you're not interested in her, why are you secretly bringing her out?"

"It's a good thing a few of us came along. Otherwise, it wouldn't be proper for us to do this. You're a battalion commander, and you're taking a new recruit, especially a woman, out for a whole day. What would the rest of the battalion say about you?"

"I can say you were ill-considered in this matter, but as for the next steps, don't keep talking nonsense. I'm telling you, it's useless."

Man Xuexi nodded earnestly to the side, while Man Bagua, who was usually the most famous gossip, remained silent at this moment.

Chen Mo's head exploded with a "buzz".

Yes!

Before he set off, he only thought about letting Wang Luyi experience the local customs and culture, but he neglected some essential issues related to men and women.

This kind of thing can't really be ignored.

Chen Mo already knew Wang Luyi, so he would naturally and unconsciously take some of his actions as normal.

Often, he himself is unaware of it.

But if Wang Luyi were replaced by Liu Min, or any female soldier in the medical team, Chen Mo would immediately realize the issue of avoiding suspicion.

It was discovered that the scholar had finally acquiesced.

Cheng Dong then nodded and let him go.

In fact, apart from Chen Mo, everyone in the carriage saw that when Wang Luyi was sleeping, his eyelashes were trembling at a frequency that was not typical of someone who was sound asleep.

It was obvious that the girl had been pretending to be asleep.

Cheng Dong's questioning wasn't just directed at Xiucai; he was also testing Wang Luyi's reaction.

The girl has already tacitly agreed.

What's with all the pretense about you being a single cop?

Moreover.

Wang Lu's family is well-off, and the higher-ups would probably be happy to see the two of them together.

If a scholar were to seek help from someone else, the authorities would likely conduct a thorough investigation into that person's family background.

Old Wang's daughter probably doesn't need to be investigated; it saves us a step.

. . . . . . . . .

The topic was brought up too broadly.

For the rest of the journey, the group didn't know what to talk about. Fortunately, Old Wang, the bespectacled guy, drove quite steadily, the kind of driver who was very reliable.

After a leisurely hour-long journey that left Chen Mo feeling drowsy, they finally returned to the camp.

The vehicle stopped.

Full of learning, Cheng Dong and the others got off the bus with a thud, waking Wang Luyi, who had actually fallen asleep for the rest of the journey.

"Get off the bus, we've arrived," Chen Mo urged with a smile.

Wang Lu nodded. She first glanced at the battalion commander, then grabbed a handful of dried fruit from her cloth bag, kept some for herself, and handed the rest to Chen Mo: "Battalion commander, you eat some, I can't eat this much."

"You can keep it and eat it slowly. I'm fine. Our camp often provides us with supplies, so we won't lack these things."

Chen Mo smiled, then got up and helped Wang Lu out of the car. After Cheng Dong's persuasion, he had already acquiesced in his heart and stopped being stubborn.

But before he could say anything more...

Fang Peijun and Xu Dong rushed over, looking anxious.

I noticed there were new comrades nearby.

The group simply stood there without saying a word.

But Chen Mo is, after all, the battalion commander. There's no way the Ironclad Regiment could hide anything from him.

"You should go back to your team first."

After dismissing Wang Luyi, Chen Mo turned to Fang Peijun and asked, "What happened?" "Zhongpei has sent a notification."

Fang Peijun sighed. He had been waiting for most of the day, but finally the person in question returned.

"When to set off?"

"Before March 10th, if you calculate the time, there are at most twenty days left."

"Notify all officers in the battalion to assemble in the conference room immediately!"

Chen Mo responded quickly, and then practically jogged towards the office.

Fang Peijun's anxiety was not without reason.

The armored regiment is currently in a critical period of transformation from a company to a squad, and many experiments are just beginning.

At first, Chen Mo thought that the six months that Chief of Staff Xu mentioned was still a long way off.

But who would have thought that only one month of these six months had passed?

No one in the entire group currently understands team synthesis, and even Chen Mo himself only has a vague understanding of it.

We need to continuously develop new training plans based on the actual situation, observe the training effects, and make adjustments accordingly.

What will happen to training if they suddenly leave?
The experiment was abandoned halfway through. The armored regiment was a leader in information technology, but not outstanding in mechanized warfare. If they waited a year or two, it would be too late.

Today, as each military region enters the new century, it is equivalent to entering a decade of rapid development.

The phased reforms in mechanization will yield increasingly outstanding results.

While the emergence of the Ironclad Regiment certainly played a part, he couldn't bear to watch the unit he had created fall behind other units in the end.

Come to the office.

Chen Mo picked up the glass of water on his desk, which had been cooled to the point of being icy cold, and gulped it down.

After suppressing his anxiety as much as possible, he took a deep breath, sat down in his office chair, and dialed the phone number of the General Staff Department of the Kyoto Military District Headquarters.

"Hello, Kyoto Armored Regiment, please transfer me to Chief of Staff Xu's call!"

beep.
The receiver rang a few times, followed by a rustling sound of a wire being pulled.

Xu Hong's deep voice also came through the microphone.

"Young Chen, are you asking about Zhongpei?"

"Yes, Chief!"

Chen Mo stood up at attention and responded in a loud voice.

the other side.

Xu Hong sat in his office chair, raised his hand to rub his temples, and said, "I know about the situation of your Ironclad Regiment. How to solve it is your problem."

"I've notified you. This is the headquarters' decision, and there's nothing I can do about it. But at most, I can postpone your enrollment until the end of March."

"Any other questions?"

Hearing Chief of Staff Xu's words, Chen Mo was taken aback.

When will the training program be finalized by headquarters?
If the General Staff or the General Political Department were to manage even such trivial matters, their daily workload would probably be off the charts.

Chen Mo sensed something else in Chief of Staff Xu's words.

It's highly likely that this training program is only for me personally; the other trainees in the same cohort probably have much more to do.

Unfortunately, he came to the office too quickly and didn't ask which college I was going to register at, so I can't say more now.

He could only straighten his chest and say, "Report, no problem."

"Okay, report to the Shicheng Army Command Academy before March 31st, that's all!"

Done.

Chief of Staff Xu slammed down the phone without uttering a single unnecessary word.

Hearing the dial tone from the microphone, Chen Mo was stunned for a moment.

The Stone City Army Command Academy is not the same Stone City Army Academy that I attended before.

The two colleges are very close, only about five kilometers apart.

One has a commander and belongs to the Army Command Academy, while the other does not have a commander and is called the Army Academy.

Military academies with "command" in their names generally do not recruit local college entrance examination candidates.

However, at present, the Shicheng Army Command Academy is still recruiting college entrance examination candidates. I remember it started in 02. After that, it stopped recruiting and was later merged with the National Defense University.

It was renamed the Joint Operations Academy.

In November of his previous life, Chen Mo was promoted to officer at the Shicheng Army Command Academy.

At that time, the Shicheng Army Command Academy had already merged the Armored Forces Command Academy and the Army Staff Academy.

Xu Zhanqi, the company commander of the armored infantry company, graduated from the Staff Command Academy, while Qin Xiaojun, the company commander of the tank company, graduated from the Armored Forces Command Academy.

Chen Mo had seen their graduation certificates before. They graduated in 99, and the college on their certificates had been changed to the Army Command Academy.

Unexpectedly, this time it was my turn to go.

Thinking back, nothing major happened at the Shicheng Army Command Academy in March of 2000 in my previous life.

Chen Mo shook his head.

He didn't have time to think about it anymore; the higher-ups only gave him a twenty-day delay, which meant...

From now until departure.

I only have forty days left to stay in the Ironclad Regiment.

The problems within the Ironclad Regiment must be resolved within these forty days.

Chen Mo picked up his hat from his desk, walked to the mirror, put it on, and composed himself with a serious expression.

Then he strode towards the conference room.

Transformation and reform are major challenges for any military unit.

Forty days later, it seems the Blue Army is about to turn the tide again.

Upon arriving at the conference room door, Chen Mo pushed it open and went inside.

At this time, all the officers of the company, detachment, and brigade of the regiment had arrived.

heard movement.

All the officers stood up in unison and said in unison, "Greetings, Battalion Commander!"

"Ah."

"sit!"

Chen Mo walked to the head of the conference table, his gaze sweeping over all the participating cadres before turning to Cheng Dong: "Is everyone here?"

"Everyone's here." Cheng Dong nodded and responded quickly.

"Okay, let's get straight to the point."

Chen Mo pulled out a chair and sat down, getting straight to the point: "You should have already heard about my trip to Zhongpei. Unfortunately, our regiment is currently in a critical period of transition from company to detachment."

"Exploration and progress both take time, but that's precisely what we lack most."

"From this moment forward, I hereby announce that all companies, platoons, and battalions of the armored regiment will change their training from operational training to combat training!"

hiss!
In the conference room, the cadres who had taken out their notebooks to record the meeting's content all felt a chill run down their spines and a shiver run down their spines when they heard that the training had been changed from operational training to combat training.

Operational training and combat training sound like they differ by only one word.

However, if we break it down further, the former involves repeated training to improve combat readiness, just like the approach taken by the vast majority of units.

Let's proceed step by step.

But combat training is different; it puts a unit into a war environment and toughens it up.

Doesn't it sound like there's nothing wrong with it?
That's not actually the case.

Many officers in the Blue Army battalion have experienced simulated combat situations. At that time, in order to speed up the integration and training of the entire battalion's equipment.

In addition to high-intensity training every day, from morning to night, whether sleeping, eating, or going to the toilet.

On average, they can conduct four combat simulations a day, even though many of the officers in the battalion are quite young.

In fact, due to the high-intensity training, many captains had already bald patches on their heads when they took off their hats.

Only the shiny skull remained.

The Blue Army battalion's strong combat effectiveness, aside from its reliance on information technology, is also inseparable from the dedication of its officers.

The combat training was even more frightening.

This is no longer a simulated battle; it's like the enemy could attack at any moment while you're eating, sleeping, or using the toilet.

in other words.

The officials present at the meeting could become their enemies at any moment.

Chen Mo ignored the emotions of the officials present.

He wanted to give the camp enough time to train step by step, but the higher-ups wouldn't give him that opportunity.

Only combat is the shortcut to rapidly improving the combat effectiveness of a unit; there is no other way.

"Everyone, please take notes."

"I hereby declare that, starting today, all units of the Ironclad Regiment will live on the battlefield 24 hours a day."

"Chief of Staff Cheng, after the meeting, using the terrain of the Zhuri River as an example, divide the areas where all detachments will be stationed."

"All units must leave the camp area and move to their designated areas to set up camp before 9 p.m. tonight."

"During combat training, the Silver Sword aircraft group, reconnaissance and jamming vehicles, and electronic warfare units are not allowed to participate in combat without permission."

"If any unit exposes a problem, put the rectification plan in front of me. If the same mistake is made again, then change the commander. The armored regiment may not have much else, but it has a lot of cadres."

“I would rather you make different mistakes every day of the year than make the same mistake for more than 300 days.”

"Requirements for the combat training period".

"First, we must always adhere to the guiding principle of strengthening the military through science and technology, hold high the banner of informatization, engage in combat with the scale of combined arms units, and abandon outdated traditional combat thinking."

"Second, officers must take the lead. The transition from mechanization to informatization will not happen overnight, just as the transition from company to platoon will not be effective in a day. All officers must adapt to the changes in a timely manner, and conduct necessary learning, mastery, and understanding of advanced combat systems to solidify their theoretical foundation."

"Third, we must further strive to achieve tactical coordination of advanced technologies and weapons, fully tap the potential of ground-to-air combat, develop an integrated air-to-ground combat model, enhance ground-to-air reconnaissance network capabilities, and strengthen electromagnetic and electronic warfare capabilities."

"Fourth, implement the effectiveness of the armored regiment's combat command platform. One unit has companies and detachments, two systems, and modular construction is carried out as needed. We will conscientiously implement the combat training, discussion training, unified training mechanism, and comprehensive battlefield replacement mechanism."

"These are the only requirements at the moment. I will notify everyone promptly of any additions later."

"Who else has objections?"

As he spoke, Chen Mo's gaze swept across the cadres present like a knife; just look at his eyes.

Who the hell would dare to disagree?

The Ironclad Regiment offers good benefits, numerous opportunities to earn merit, and easy promotions and officer appointments.

Including the policy of retaining members, which is so good that it surpasses the entire army.

But behind all these policies is not the intention to let them enjoy their privileges with a clear conscience.

Everyone present knew that the battalion commander needed to complete the next year's or even two years' journey in the shortest possible time.

They may not be able to finish the project, but at least they can establish a basic framework and avoid leaving a mess for them to clean up.

With this premise in place, who can have any objections?

Seeing that no one spoke, Chen Mo nodded slightly: "Alright, meeting adjourned."

"Sound the raid alarm; the entire battalion must assemble immediately."

"Awaiting orders to deploy."

"The logistics department should coordinate the supplies and ensure that there is at least a month's worth of supplies stored."

"Disband!"

dong dong dong.
Inside the armored regiment's administration building, the sound of military boots hitting the ground could be heard.

The soldiers, who were originally outside planting grass, playing football, and fetching water, saw a group of cadres coming down from upstairs, each of them exuding a grim atmosphere.

Experienced veterans immediately realized this.

A new round of intensive training is about to begin.

The Lantern Festival marks the last day of the Lunar New Year celebrations, signifying a period of relaxation and comfort.

it's over!
(End of this chapter)