Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 361 Blue Army Battalion, Salute to the Battalion Commander

The news that Battalion Commander Zhong Pei was leaving was spread through radios in each company.

In just half an hour.

More than twenty squads of soldiers gathered at the training ground.

Under the fluttering battalion flag, more than a thousand soldiers in gray uniforms stood tall, heads held high, exuding military might.

Recently, due to continuous combat training, many units, from officers to soldiers, have hardly had time to wash their faces or take showers.

But no one complained. At most, they would grumble a few words in private, but they still had to keep doing what they were supposed to do.

After all, it hasn't been easy for the Blue Team to get to where they are today.

Cheng Dong was not present, nor was Man Xuexi. After the formation was assembled, Qin Xiaojun, the tank company commander, took charge of the duty officer.

Roll call for each squad has ended.

Company Commander Qin quickly ran to Chen Mo, stood at attention, and saluted: "Comrade Battalion Commander, the Armored Regiment should have 1206 men, and 1141 men are present. Except for the officer on duty at the military intelligence window, two officers from the staff headquarters, the sentries in the barracks, and the sentries on duty, all other personnel are present. Please give instructions!"

Qin Xiaojun reported loudly. Having graduated for nearly a year, he had long since shed his naivety in the camp, exuding a powerful martial aura and a hint of fierce masculinity.

"Take a break!"

Chen Mo issued the final command in a low voice.

"Take a break!"

Qin Xiaojun turned around, faced the formation, and repeated the instructions. Then he raised his fists to his ribs and jogged into the formation.

Look at the queue of the collection.

Chen Mo, who is usually very good at talking, had just been reasoning with the people from the General Political Department and the Discipline Inspection Department, vouching for Cheng Dong and Man Xuexi.

At this moment, however, he couldn't utter a single word.

As I prepared to leave, a mix of complex emotions welled up inside me.

Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect!
I can’t bear to part with it!

The soldiers in the ranks were also in a state of depression. Many were reluctant to see their battalion commander leave. Most of the soldiers present were veterans, and none of them were fools.

The reason why the Blue Army Battalion has developed to its current state, and why a young battalion commander can gain a foothold in such an unit, is not because of empty talk.

It certainly couldn't have been based on the title of battalion commander.

The training in the battalion was quite tough. The battalion commander led the training and used to get up half an hour earlier than other units for morning exercises every day. The battalion commander and his officers got up even earlier than the soldiers.

Respect is mutual.

Merit awards, promotions, and family reunification with military personnel are common topics discussed in every unit.

In other organizations, doing a good job is often expected, while doing a bad job is considered incompetence.

But in the Blue Army camp, promotions and officer appointments are completely transparent.

The battalion commander took the lead in shifting welfare benefits to the grassroots level, and the entire battalion followed suit.

In all the time the battalion has been established, we've only ever heard of which company made a meritorious contribution, which company commander was promoted, which soldier was promoted to officer, and which squad leader received an award.

All those under the battalion headquarters, from Chen Mo to Cheng Dong, from Fang Peijun to Huo Linshan, and even Wang Jianbin, were all the same in their half-baked learning, no matter how much they contributed.

Forget about earning merit, they couldn't even get a commendation. They were all demoted to the grassroots level, given to other soldiers who needed them more.

What do people at the grassroots level need?
Isn't it just a relatively fair promotion system and a relatively transparent system?

What the warriors seek is actually quite simple.

Meritorious service is equivalent to an increase in the demobilization pay rate; a third-class merit increases it by 5%.

Merit is equivalent to promotion, and a career as a military officer is beckoning.

This is in the soldiers' best interest. In the unit, who doesn't want a bright future?

At the end of last year, Cheng Dong, Man Xuexi, and others couldn't even get the position of outstanding officer and were all let go.

Now, the Blue Army battalion is basically on the right track, the information system is basically clear, and the unit system is gradually taking shape. The soldiers are not blind or deaf; they are watching how the officers are doing.

The entire battalion went from having no unit designation to having one, from a situation where one step could lead to heaven and another to hell, to today being known by various military regions as the "Devil's Battalion of the Frontier."
Between today and the future, there are countless foreseeable difficulties and unforeseen difficulties, but there is always someone standing in front of those difficulties.

Many benefits are not guaranteed to be received just because they are promised by higher authorities.

During the establishment of the battalion, even when the flood was raging, the battalion commander never retreated. The reason why the Blue Army Battalion was able to win every battle and conquer every city was because of the battalion commander as a totem of faith.

The spirit of the Blue Army was revived by him, its rise was due to him, and with him, everything can be overcome.

With him around, morale and fighting spirit remain stable.

He can solve everything.

And he is leaving today.

Honestly, who could truly bear to part with that?
The battalion commander initially promised that he could take care of all the issues related to family members joining the army, including accommodation, household registration, and children's schooling.

The Kyoto military headquarters did indeed provide great assistance; barracks were built, a service center for soldiers was built, and welfare housing for officers was also built.

But no one really thinks that building these things will solve the problem of military dependents' household registration.

With nearly two hundred people needing to accompany the troops, how could a single battalion commander possibly manage that?

In order to properly handle these difficult problems.

The battalion commander once shamelessly called the political department of the military region ten times a day. Sometimes, when he got tired of calling, they wouldn't answer, so he had to take Wang Jianyong by car to the military headquarters in Kyoto.

However, the Blue Army battalion was too large, and when the director of the political department saw him, he would usually frown and not even let him into the office.

Kyoto's winter is not as bad as that of the northern frontier.

However, temperatures can still drop to minus five or six degrees Celsius. In order to resolve the issue of military dependents' household registration, the political department was asked to arrange jobs for some family members and approve more benefits for military dependents.

The two of them would often stand at the entrance of the Political Department for most of the day, grinning and joking, freezing like dogs.

Even Wang Jianyong, who was acting as the driver, couldn't stand the military's attitude or the disdainful looks from the officers from other units. He said more than once, "Battalion Commander, when have we ever been treated like this? Let's go back."

Whenever this happens.

Chen Mo always sneered and mocked Dayong for being impatient. "Go back! Who will arrange jobs for the more than two hundred family members? Who will conjure up so many military dependents for him? Who will provide support for the families of the soldiers in the camp?"
Opening a supermarket, a barbershop, or various restaurants only solves the problems for a small number of people.

The cattle and sheep were purchased by the armored regiment, but this was far from enough; how could a battalion possibly consume so much food?

It still requires someone from above to step in.

Wang Jianyong had also asked him privately, since these benefits were all promised by the military in advance, why not complain to the military?
When faced with such questions, Chen Mo usually just smiles and remains silent.

The military did provide assistance, but that's not a magic bullet.

Go and complain, are you trying to put the leader who gave you the convenience in a difficult position?

The Blue Army needs policy support, but other units also need to survive.

Even if the military region's political department wanted to take care of the armored regiment, it couldn't show favoritism.

Chen Mo knew he needed to show his attitude and offer a way out to those above him. He was turned away and stood in the cold wind at the gate for a whole day.

Standing for a week straight will freeze you into an ice sculpture.

People were frozen stiff, lost weight from standing, and given a way out. Only cadres and senior non-commissioned officers of the Blue Army Battalion could obtain military household registration and family employment policies.

No one in other units was dissatisfied with this, so they didn't gossip about it behind people's backs.

The importance of the armored regiment is known to every unit in the Kyoto Military Region. They are the cream of the crop, and they have to stand guard for a week. Who can say whether they are right or wrong?

Therefore, no faith can be based solely on words.

Cohesion is built up from countless small acts of kindness and actions that are directly related to the interests of soldiers at the grassroots level.

The veterans had all heard about the things Chen Mo had done for the camp.

Why did outsiders like Wang Songhe and Yan Zhongyi step forward to offer advice at such a crucial moment?

It's not because the Ironclad Corps is particularly charismatic.

It's because he has his own stance on certain matters, which makes him worthy of others' approval.

In the camp, who didn't know how treacherous the scholar was? He was treacherous not only to other units, but also to the cadres under his command.

But so what?
At least the scholar did not harm his own people in terms of honor or personal benefits.

The Blue Army battalion has so many benefits. So far, the entire battalion has only been given unit numbers for half a year, with more than 60 people receiving merits and more than 20 people being promoted.

Whether it was holding meetings or award ceremonies, the scholar never mentioned any of his own contributions.

If he had any selfish motives, he could have earned two third-class merits for himself during each exercise, and no one would have said anything, right?

Those above will turn a blind eye.

The Blue Army battalion has so many people; even if the battalion commander can't remember every single one of them by name, he'll still have an impression of each and every one of them.
He always demanded that the cadres work overtime without any mercy, but he was always the last one to go to rest. He always pretended to talk about some lofty morality, while ordering each company to increase their training intensity, while covering his own eyes and shouting, "I can't bear to watch, so I'll take the people out to train."

Who can say that this kind of person isn't a dog?

However, so what if he's a dog? At least he always has good intentions towards his own people.

Often, the people in the camp would overlook the battalion commander's age, thinking that this was not something a greenhorn could do.

For example, when the guard battalion first started its duties, the battalion commander would get up early every day and take the replacement soldiers to each post to pick up the soldiers and bring them back to the camp.

Such meticulous details, ensuring that the soldiers who stood in the darkness all night could see him every day before dawn, are something no greenhorn could have considered.

Actually, having been in the public eye every day, this greenhorn is really not young anymore.

The soldiers were all looking at the battalion commander.

Chen Mo was also looking at everyone, a smile on his face as his gaze swept over the soldiers in the ranks.

At this moment, my emotions are surging and my blood is boiling.

These are all my soldiers, my officers, they're all top-notch.

Seeing the soldiers' reluctant gazes converge on him, Chen Mo's smile widened. He wanted to continue smiling, but felt a tightness in his chest and could only purse his lips tightly.

Hundreds of days and nights have passed, and the past events are still vivid in my mind.

This wasn't Chen Mo's first time serving in the military, but it was his first time as a battalion commander. As the battalion commander, he deeply felt the honor, courage, morale, sorrow, and pride of the soldiers in his battalion.

They dedicated the best years of their lives to following their own charge, to advancing the army, and to charging into the waves.

There's no time left, so let's go all out.

The entire battalion was on high alert, and many officers who had only recently graduated were already balding prematurely, having avoided the pitfalls of the past twenty years.

Everyone learned to grit their teeth and persevere, to endure it all.

Being a soldier means you have to be able to endure hardship.

How can you train if you don't break things down?
In the past, if the entire battalion were to assemble and the battalion commander remained silent for a long time, political instructor Fang Peijun would at least have to give him a heads-up.

But today, never mind, let him adapt on his own.

a long time.

Chen Mo finally managed to calm himself down.

He strode to the front of the line, took the megaphone handed to him by a cadre, and spoke in a loud and firm voice.

"Comrades, you have all performed well in the recent combat training."

"Everyone has been good to me over the past year. It hasn't been easy for our Blue Army battalion to get to where we are today. Thank you all for your hard work."

"I won't say anything sentimental. In the future, the development of the Blue Army Camp will still depend on everyone. There will still be times of hard work, hard labor, and working from dawn till dusk. There will be times of grievance, and even more times of bloodshed and tears."

"Comrades, I only hope that after I leave, you will always remain true to yourselves and remember that we are members of the Ironclad Regiment, the sword of a great nation, and that our glory will never fade."

The battalion commander's voice echoed across the training ground.

Even though the soldiers in the ranks knew about Zhongpei's news beforehand, some still couldn't accept it. Some stared blankly, while others wept silently.

Perhaps it was the atmosphere that caught them off guard, or perhaps they were genuinely reluctant to part ways.

In the military, people come and go, year after year.

But these guys, after going through so many things, are still so fragile and not carefree at all.

Chen Mo disliked this atmosphere, and the military camp couldn't always be saddened by the departure of a few people.

He exhaled a breath of stale air, put down the megaphone, and shouted in a booming voice, "Comrades, cheer up!"

"it's not a big deal."

"Fightings often happen in the field. The future of the information battalion and the information technology direction does not belong to me alone, but to everyone present."

"We went through the first stage of the Dream together and achieved brilliant results. In the future, there will be the second and third stages of the Dream."

"As the battalion commander of the Blue Team, I would like to thank you all again."

Thank you for your hard work and dedication.

"Thank you for your sacrifice."

"At the same time, I hope that everyone will not feel burdened by my personal issues."

"I assure you all that the Ironclad Regiment will continue as always."

"I also urge everyone to persevere, shed your burdens, and stride forward on the right path!"

"The glorious dream of the Army needs to be realized by all of us."

Done.

Chen Mo snapped to attention, turned slightly, and saluted all the officers and soldiers present!

The words of the General Political Department leaders cannot be ignored. Now that Zhou Feng has reminded him, Chen Mo has no reason to stay in the Blue Army camp.

Even if it's hard to leave, I have to go.

The salute is finished.

All the soldiers in the battalion watched with bated breath as Wang Jianyong carried his packed luggage down from the dormitory building and drove a jeep from the parking lot.

Watching the luggage being piled up piece by piece on the passenger seat.

At that moment, everyone present desperately hoped that their superiors would suddenly change their minds and stop going to Zhongpei.

Or, why not just let the car carrying the battalion commander overturn? He'll be injured and need to rest for a while, right?

Unfortunately, their hopes were not fulfilled.

Cheng Dong and Man Xuexi were both under investigation and unable to come to see them off. Fang Peijun led a group of cadres and watched silently.

At times like this, saying anything is futile.

Company Commander Qin, who was organizing the duty roster, suddenly roared, "Blue Army Battalion!" "Salute to the Battalion Commander!!"

The roar echoed across the Zhurihe Grassland.

next second.

The officers and soldiers raised their hands in unison, their military might filling the air and their killing intent awe-inspiring.

Wang Jianyong drove slowly past the queue, and Chen Mo neither chose to get in the car nor turned back.

He strode out of the camp.

We all have to leave eventually, so why add to our sadness?

Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, there are green grass and sky.

The evening breeze caresses the willows, the flute's melody fades, and the setting sun shines beyond the mountains.

At the end of the sky and the corner of the earth, most of my friends are gone.

A pot of turbid wine exhausts the remaining joy, tonight's dreams are cold.

Life is rarely filled with joyous gatherings, but with many separations.

. . . . . . . . . .

After leaving the camp, Political Instructor Fang Peijun took over the speech. As a political officer, he had to clean up the mess he left behind.

We must find a way to restore the morale of the entire battalion as soon as possible.

Outside the camp, Liu Min, the leader of the medical team, was already waiting there with Wang Luyi.

Recently, Chen Mo and Wang Luyi haven't seen each other much or communicated much.

but.

Huo Linshan did a lot of legwork. The distance between the two was not thick to begin with, and the deputy instructor ran around as a mediator.

The two basically acknowledged their relationship.

Recently, Wang Luyi, who usually prefers to be quiet, has been engaged in combat training. Today, his uniform was covered with dry grass, and his face was covered with sand.

She was standing under the streetlight, looking longingly at Chen Mo.

Actually, the timing of this training arrangement was too unfair to Wang Luyi. She had just adapted to life in the camp and was willing to accept the camp commander she had known for a long time.

Unexpectedly, before the two could have a chance to develop their relationship further, one of them was about to leave.

"Battalion Commander, you two chat, I'll come back to pick them up later."

Liu Min chuckled, turned and left, while Wang Jianyong hid on the other side of the car, squatting down to smoke.

Chen Mo ignored the two men and reached out to brush the dry grass off Wang Luyi's hat, saying with a smile, "This notification was too hasty. I need to report to the Shicheng Commandery."

“I reckon your dad will transfer you too once you leave, but it’s okay, it doesn’t matter where you’re transferred. I’ll come see you when I have a vacation.”

"I don't want to leave, I want to stay in the camp."

Wang Luyi gently held Chen Mo's arm, her eyes red. In the camp, the person she was most familiar with was the battalion commander, followed by Liu Min.

Chen Mo reached out and pinched her smooth cheek: "It's okay. The Blue Army Camp still has a long way to go. If you want to stay at the grassroots level, it's best to do an internship at a hospital like Jinyang 301 Hospital for a while."

"After studying for a year or two, the Blue Army camp will still be there when I come back. Maybe I'll come back then too."

Wang Luyi is still young, and she can't quite distinguish between military doctors and medics.

During the review just now, Chen Mo introduced himself as an intern military doctor, not a medic, because he was hoping to be transferred to a hospital for further training.

This facilitates later stem removal.

Furthermore, the environment in the border region is too harsh, and Wang Songhe would certainly not allow his daughter to stay here indefinitely.

It's only a matter of time before I get transferred.

Wang Lu tightened his grip on his arm, looked up, and said earnestly, "If they transfer me to 301, I'll go; if not, I won't."

"Battalion Commander, remember to visit me when you're on leave. If you've finished your training and I'm still in 301, remember to transfer me back."

"it is good!"

The two didn't exchange many words, after all, there were sentries at the entrance of the camp, and it wouldn't look good for a battalion commander to be pulling and tugging at a private.

After the agreement was made.

Chen Mo helped Wang Lu straighten her uniform and watched her walk back with a smile until her small figure disappeared from the camp.

Chen Mo sighed, took a good look at the Ironclad Regiment's camp, then turned around and strode to the car, opened the door and sat in the back seat.

"Dayong, did you bring your training admission notice?"

"Bring it."

Wang Jianyong quickly stubbed out his cigarette, nimbly got into the driver's seat, and patted the bag on the passenger seat: "It's all in here."

"By the way, Battalion Commander, why don't you and Xiao Lu chat a little longer? Why are you in such a hurry to leave? You're already ten days late, so what's a little more time?"

"have got to go."

Chen Mo glanced back at the camp where the troops were still lined up and said in a low voice, "There's no end to chatting. What if the troops are disbanded later and we have to go through another round of farewells?"

"Why bother? Let's go. If we take the train to Shicheng at this time, we probably won't make it before tomorrow morning. Could you please take me there?"

"Hehe, that's great! Why should I bother? If Commander Lu can let me in, I'm happy to stay there for days."

Wang Jianyong grinned, casually shifted the gear lever, and floored the accelerator.

The vehicle rumbled and kicked up a cloud of dust.

They quickly disappeared into the vast grassland.

The review process continued until after 5 p.m.

A group of people from headquarters left without lingering after finishing their work, carrying three signed confidentiality agreements and a video recording of the review.

When Cheng Dong came downstairs, he looked around but couldn't find the scholar.

I only found out after asking.

Chen Mo had been walking for over an hour and should have left the Zhuri River long ago.

Cheng Dong sighed and stood at the entrance of the camp for a long time without moving, gazing at the gradually darkening sky in the distance.

Pressure followed.

The Blue Army battalion commander, due to his sufficient qualifications and Chen Mo's strong recommendation, has been promoted to lieutenant colonel by headquarters and officially taken over as battalion commander.

Man Xuexi took over as chief of staff and was approved for promotion to major; the requirements from above were not high.

The Blue Army battalion has a new battalion commander.

The training of cadres can be suspended for a short period of time, but other work within the battalion must be ensured to operate normally.

To put it bluntly, the camp is in his hands and there can't be any problems.

Originally, Cheng Dong was thinking of having a chat with Chen Mo after the review was over.

Just last year.

Old Cheng had already planned to retire from the military, since the establishment of the non-commissioned officer system, the benefits for grassroots soldiers have been improved in all aspects.

People like him, who are thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old and still serving as company commanders, will all be dismissed and gradually transferred back to civilian life.

When the Third Reconnaissance Company was disbanded, Lao Cheng always hoped to find a better place for the company, thinking that following Xiucai would be good enough, without expecting to advance any further.

Unexpectedly.

After being assigned a unit number, he was first transferred to another post, and now he's being trained again, forcing even veterans like him to return to the field.

It's impossible to say there's no pressure.

Fortunately, he had been in the Blue Army camp from the very beginning, so he could see how the new unit was built and developed step by step.

It's impossible to say that they could lead them better, but they should be able to hold the Blue Army camp without any problem.

"Chief of staff, I heard the battalion commander ran away? He ran away without even saying goodbye?"

Man Xuexi searched the entire camp area but couldn't find anyone, so he ran to the camp gate to look for Cheng Dong.

"Yeah, we didn't tell you, Xiaoman. From now on, the Blue Army Battalion of the Ironclad Regiment will have to rely on the two of us."

"That is required."

Man Xue patted his chest confidently, looking eager to try.

He was different from Cheng Dong after all. He was younger and a top student. He had been following the battalion commander for so long and he knew he had learned a lot.

No matter what, we have to hold onto the Blue Team's stronghold.

If the scholar returns after the training, and the armored regiment can be expanded, then he can become a battalion commander.

Is it more pleasant to hear "Battalion Commander Man" than "Chief of Staff Man"?

The two were very cautious, afraid of taking the wrong turn.

A person full of ambition and energy, ready to start from a new starting line.
Chen Mo's choice to vouch for them was not a mistake.

. . . . . . . . . .

The Zhuri River is not too far from Shicheng, a distance of over 700 kilometers.

At the suggestion of the General Political Department leaders.

Chen Mo didn't dare to delay on the road. He set off at around 4 p.m. and drove for more than eight hours.

Around 11 p.m., we finally arrived at the entrance of Commander Lu's office.

Get out of the car.

Chen Mo looked up at the golden characters "Shicheng Army Command Academy" above his head, and at the sculptures standing inside the gatehouse, and the evergreen pine trees.

A familiar feeling rose from the bottom of my heart.

In his previous life, at the end of October 1999, he had visited this college when he was promoted to a cadre position. He never imagined that decades later, he would be able to revisit this place.

However, her identity has changed.

The last time he came here, he was a soldier in the Iron-Foot Company who was promoted to officer. Full of confidence in the future, he entered this academy with his bag, competing with other students who were also being promoted, all for the sake of becoming a platoon leader after graduation.

This time, he came as the battalion commander of the Blue Army Battalion of the Kyoto Armored Regiment to participate in intermediate-level cadre training.

The place is the same, but the feelings are completely different.

"Hello, comrade, is there anything I can help you with?"

As Chen Mo stood with his hands on his hips at the entrance of the Army Command Academy, reminiscing, a soldier on duty at the gate approached him with a serious expression and asked him a question.

Damn it, if he hadn't come in a military vehicle and was wearing a military uniform...

It's so late at night, and he's standing at the door with his hands on his hips. If it were any other security guard, they probably wouldn't be so polite.

The main problem is that their behavior is a bit too erratic.

"Oh, Hello."

"I am a cadre here to participate in intermediate training. My name is Chen Mo."

Chen Mo quickly took the officer's ID and training notice from Wang Jianyong and handed them to the guard.

"Zhongpei? Surname Chen?"

The guard looked at Chen Mo with a strange expression, then took his officer's ID and training order and carefully checked them.

Only then did they return the documents to Chen Mo.

Then, without saying a word, he walked to the side, picked up the walkie-talkie, and whispered, "Captain!"

"That guy from Zhongpei who was over ten days late is here. He's standing here at the gate with his hands on his hips. Should we let him in or not?"

"Yes!"

"Yes, I understand."

The communication was completed. The guard looked at Chen Mo and Wang Jianyong, who looked like two hillbillies, with a conflicted expression and a sigh.

What the hell.

It's one thing for Zhongpei to be late.

Their police unit was responsible for verifying the names of those who had registered. They were aware that one person was missing from the roster and had not arrived.

But you come anyway, and in the middle of the night no less!

I didn't know that after 5 a.m., unless there are special circumstances, students at the military academy are not even allowed to ask for leave to leave, let alone come here to participate in training and check in.

Who can arrange things for you at this time?
Chen Mo didn't care about the guard's indifferent attitude. He walked around the gate with his hands behind his back, acting like he was the old principal.

Looking for places that match up with my memory.

Wang Jianyong didn't have such a big heart.

Being stared at like a monkey by the guards, and with recent combat training, his uniform was covered in dust and dirt.

Da Yong lowered his head shyly, and finally turned his head away to avoid seeing it.

About five or six minutes have passed.

Two military vehicles rumbled through the gatehouse, and a lieutenant colonel got out of the driver's seat of the first one.

The other person arrived at the door, glanced left and right, and when they saw Chen Mo in the distance, who was looking at the declaration with his back turned.

The lieutenant colonel grinned and called out loudly, "Battalion Commander Chen, haha, you've finally arrived."

“Lu Zhizhongpei, you’re the first person in the college to be late.”

His words are not an exaggeration.

The Army Command is directly under the command of the General Staff and is a corps-level unit, which is even higher in rank than the Shicheng Army Academy.

It's a unit directly under the headquarters.

If someone else is late for even a day without a good reason, they will basically miss out on the training.

The person in front of me was more than ten days late, and the academy didn't make any statement.

What's even more fucked up is.

Who would be so kind as to attend a training session at 11 p.m.?
Isn't this the epitome of a troublesome cadre?

(End of this chapter)