Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 40: All is cleared up, what are they here for?
Chen Mo had no idea how long the standing at attention exercise would last.

In short, after the entire Second Company gathered at the training ground, Lao Pao did not let them go. The three people lying on the ground doing push-ups were simply "chickens" to be killed for the few monkeys who were still holding on.

Sore legs and numbness all over the body are not reasons to retreat.

Even after being punished, you still have to continue standing.

The old man's methods were endless. When supervising from behind, he didn't even use the housekeeping board. Instead, he walked around behind the recruits and pushed their backs hard.

If someone is pushed down, congratulations, you can count the seconds out loud and sit on the ground to rest for one minute.

But if someone is pushed and does not fall down, but instead staggers forward a few steps, he will inevitably receive a "thoughtful" care from the housekeeping board.

Keep correcting until the standing posture is flawless.

It can be said that Class 8 was able to learn the essentials of standing at attention, from having no idea at the beginning to barely making mistakes later, all thanks to the veteran's firm hand.

The training continued until it got dark and everyone was exhausted.

Lao Pao also asked them to learn how to tidy up their clothes, take off their hats, salute and other essentials, saying that they would need them when they gathered in the evening to watch the news broadcast.

Only then was it announced that the afternoon training was over and everyone was free to do whatever they wanted.

When they heard the order to disband, they saw that Lao Pao didn't seem to be fooling them and turned to walk towards Class 7 and Class 9.

Chen Mo didn't care whether the ground under his feet was dirty or not. He sat down and rubbed his swollen and painful ankle with his hand.

This is not standing, but swollen by the housekeeping board.

That guy Lao Pao, no matter whether he finds any fault or not, he can always find a reason to beat people up.

No one can escape.

It’s just that Chen Mo got hit the least.

Yang Dali next to him was even more miserable. He threw himself on the ground without caring about his image and howled miserably: "Oh my god, being a soldier is even more stressful than mowing grass for pigs at home. There are so many things to pay attention to when standing."

"I received at least forty blows today. My bones are almost broken."

"This is called standing at attention, you country bumpkin." Feng Junling's image was a little better. He sat on the ground, raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his face, and rubbed his ankles imitating Chen Mo's movements.

These two are quite lively.

The remaining few were either tormented or sat on the ground, staring blankly into the distance.

Or they stand there stupidly, with a dull look on their faces, as if they are questioning their lives.

Even Zhu Gaituan, who usually has a cheerful personality, seemed to have forgotten what "speaking" was at this moment.

Chen Mo was also tortured badly, but he knew how to adjust himself and how not to make himself so tired when standing at attention. In addition, he had been exercising at home for half a month, so he recovered faster than others.

After he had recovered almost completely, Chen Mo raised his hand and pulled Li Zhiang, who was standing in the distance, to sit on the ground: "Aren't you tired?"

"Hurry up and sit down and rest, don't let the squad leader come back and make trouble again."

Li Zhiang didn't say a word. He sat down obediently under Chen Mo's force, looked down at his red and swollen hands without saying a word.

"Oh my god, why can't I stand the way you are?"

Yang Dali, who was originally lying on the ground, saw Li Zhiang sitting in front of him. His mouth was so wide open that it almost drooped to his chest. He prepared to get up without hiding his disgust.

"You sit down too." Chen Mo reached out and grabbed Yang Dali.

"I don't want to sit with this kind of person. It makes me uncomfortable." Yang Dali muttered. Although he didn't stand up, he still sat a little further away.

Feng Junling and several others also kept a proper distance.

Obviously, Li Zhiang's previous actions did not ease the relationship with everyone because of working together to fold quilts.

Chen Mo observed the expressions of several people in the class, and after figuring out what was going on, he smiled and said, "Okay, brothers, you have all experienced the training just now by the squad leader."

"From now on, we'll be one class, one group. We'll have plenty of time to train together. We can't always be like this, right?"

"It's wrong for Li Zhiang to tell tales in front of the class, but who among us can guarantee that we won't make the same mistake again? Take you, Dali, for example. Just now, Zhu Gaituan was standing at attention and got hit, so he groaned because you were the only one laughing."

"We were all hit once, who can blame you?" "I just couldn't help it, it's all Lao Zhu's fault for yelling so cheaply."

Yang Dali twisted his neck to defend himself, but Zhu Gaituan beside him was unhappy. Perhaps he had recovered after the rest.

He cursed loudly: "Damn it, how did I scream like a slut? Try to take two hits on your thighs."

"Alright, alright." Seeing the argument getting more and more heated, Chen Mo raised his hand to stop it, then patted Li Zhiang on the shoulder: "You should also express your opinion."

"We're all roommates from now on. What you did before was certainly wrong, but everyone makes mistakes. Just express your opinion and I'll take charge, and we'll let it go."

The new recruits in Class 8 were starting to doubt their lives because they were tortured by the veterans during their first encounter with the formation.

Their mood was extremely low, and Chen Mo's deliberate interruption drew everyone's attention to the internal conflicts.

Li Zhiang is not a bad person at heart. He is just a young and frivolous person who is a little stupid.

After being excluded several times, he realized that he had gone too far, and now Chen Mo is mediating between them.

He thought about it for a few times and was about to speak.

The street lights erected around the training ground suddenly turned on with a "click", and the orange street lights replaced the dusk, illuminating the entire military camp.

"Beep, beep."

"Everyone assemble, and each class leader will lead the team to assemble."

The sudden lights and whistles interrupted the conversation in Class 8.

Chen Mo looked up and found that the training of other classes had stopped at some point, and the entire company was gathering towards the entrance of the training ground.

No one knew where Lao Pao had run off to. Chen Mo could vaguely see a few veterans in the distance, waving towards them.

"Get up, get up, gather."

"Stay in column and keep pace."

Chen Mo was the first to stand up and straighten his military uniform. The others also panicked and quickly got up from the ground, brushing off the dust on their buttocks.

At this time, no one cared about Li Zhiang.

Unexpectedly, while the others were tidying their clothes and lining up, this guy suddenly said, "Chen Mo is right, brothers. I was wrong before. I apologize to Yang Dali and Feng Junling."

"sorry."

"That's right. We are all brothers and there is no hurdle that we can't overcome. Hurry up and join us." Chen Mo smiled and patted Li Zhiang on the shoulder, then led the team out.

"No need to apologize, just don't sue me again in the future." Yang Dali raised his head with a proud look on his face.

"It's no big deal. We are just brothers." Feng Junling grinned.

Then, a group of young men braved the cold winter wind and rushed towards the place where they were to assemble.

At first, Chen Mo thought it was just a routine company meeting.

But when he got there, he realized something was wrong.

The gathering place is at the entrance of the training ground, which faces a main road in the camp.

Because of the distance and the queue blocking his view, Chen Mo didn't notice that there were several troop transport trucks parked on both sides of the road.

At this time, all the soldiers on the vehicle had gotten off, each of them in high spirits and high morale.

Each of them was carrying a Type 81 automatic rifle with a bayonet on its back, and they were marching in neat steps towards the assembly place.

"These are all veterans. What are they doing here?"

Chen Mo looked at the team of soldiers. The lowest rank was a corporal with two straight bars.

Suddenly I was a little confused.

(End of this chapter)