Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 43: Run faster, the reputation of Class depends on you
"Hurry, didn't you hear the whistle? Get up!!"

Lao Pao held the housekeeping board in his hand and knocked on the iron frame at the head of the bed one by one.

If you meet someone who dawdles or refuses to move, a beating from him with a stick can knock half the soul out of him.

Seeing that things were getting serious, the new recruits were a little confused by the urging, but they got up quickly.

"Today is the official start of training, not a test run. Everyone, grit your teeth and hold on. I'll take care of anyone who falls behind. Hurry."

Amidst the urgent urging, Chen Mo dressed very quickly. He put the winter training uniform over his head and put on half of his pants before he had even put on his shirt.

When he stood up to adjust his clothes and tie his belt, a dark shadow suddenly jumped down from the upper bunk next to Chen Mo, and landed squarely on the recruit who had just stood up from the lower bunk.

"Fuck, who is it?"

The dormitory was dark. As soon as Feng Junling stood up, he felt a huge force pressing down on his neck. He was so angry that he started cursing. Fortunately, Old Feng was in good physical condition.

Otherwise, you will have to fall down.

"Hello, I'm sorry. My legs hurt a little and I can't stand steadily." Yang Dali's apologetic voice came from above.

"What are you doing? Hurry up!!"

Lao Pao noticed the situation and kicked each of them. The two poor brothers had to walk with one of them with his legs tucked in, and the other had his neck pressed down and had to put on his clothes with his head tilted.

Even so, it didn't slow down my dressing speed.

By the time Chen Mo had packed up and was standing at the door to gather, the other recruits in the class had also arrived one after another.

“Go downstairs!!”

Lao Pao pushed the door open and made way, and Chen Mo took the lead and ran outside.

You don't even need to look closely, just a glance downstairs and you can tell that the training atmosphere today is not right. To be more precise, it is much stricter than yesterday.

There was already a sparse group of people on the training ground opposite the dormitory building, running laps while adjusting their clothes, with veterans supervising them with belts in their hands.

When Chen Mo ran to the first floor, he saw an old soldier standing at the entrance of the corridor. His back was straighter than a javelin, and he shouted: "Which squad are you from?"

"Class 8."

"Hurry up, haven't you eaten yet? Catch up with the ones behind you. You're so tall for nothing if you're dawdling."

There were continuous roars in my ears, and I didn't even have the time to gather downstairs.

Chen Mo led the team straight to the training ground.

"Come on, which class are you from?"

As soon as we arrived at the training ground, another veteran glared and yelled at us.

This time, Chen Mo glanced at the other party and did not respond. He gritted his teeth and focused on speeding up.

Only a fool would keep signing up for classes. Once these veterans start training, they will be like devils. If you sign up for classes too many times, it is obvious that you will be punished later.

No wonder they don’t allow us to wear coats today. Judging from the situation, they probably don’t intend to give the new recruits a chance to feel the cold.

The students of Class 8 ran in a single column along the training track.

As time went on, other classes gradually joined the crowd.

The difference from yesterday was that there was no one leading the drill today. The squad leaders, company commanders, and instructors all stood on both sides of the runway.

Either with their hands on their hips or behind their backs, they supervise the new recruits as they train.

"Hurry up, hurry up! You can't run anymore after just three laps? You're the ones who get shot on the battlefield, you cowards."

"hurry up!!"

"Damn it, which class are you guys from? Keep running! Who told you to stop? The old guy herding cattle outside is more agile than you."

Chen Mo didn't count the laps, but he felt that from the time of the drill till now, it was definitely more than three laps, and many classes and formations were broken up.

The situation was similar for Class 8. Maybe Yang Dali got his crotch stuck when he got up, and Feng Junling's neck was also uncomfortable, which affected his strength. He disappeared after running for a while.

Gradually, there were fewer and fewer people on the track.

The new recruits who did not persevere to the end were all caught by the veterans and dealt with aside.

Chen Mo didn't wear a fur hat during drill today, so he could see everything going on around him clearly.

Many new recruits were unable to run not because of physical exhaustion, but because they were simply overwhelmed by the words of the veterans.

The most feared thing about long-distance running is sudden acceleration, especially for new recruits. Although most of them come from rural areas and have been exposed to the wind and rain before joining the army, their physical fitness is relatively good.

But everyone has nothing better to do, and no one would deliberately exercise or run. Most people can't even eat enough at home.

These old soldiers kept scolding and urging the new recruits to exercise, causing them to run faster or slower, completely disrupting the rhythm.

It would be a miracle if I could persist.

At this time, Chen Mo also felt his body getting heavier and heavier, his chest aching as if it was about to burst, and the nausea was getting stronger and stronger. But he didn't dare to stop.

Chen Mo, who had experienced the afterlife, knew that the body had this reaction because the nutrients supplied by food had been used up and it began to burn its own fat.

The transition process is indeed difficult, but if you endure it, you will feel more and more comfortable, and the physical discomfort will gradually disappear.

This is just like driving a car and pressing the clutch to change from second gear to third gear. There may be a sense of jerkiness when changing gears, but after the gears are changed, the car will run very smoothly.

Of course, another reason is that these veterans were shouting so loudly just now. Did they really think that after they stopped running, they could rest freely like yesterday?
Bullshit, you’re dreaming.

These veterans in the Second Company were all from the Reconnaissance Company. They were not nearly as accomplished as "saints in the flesh," but they were not far from it.

The training methods are very harsh. After the formal training begins, can they let the recruits rest?

If any class cannot hold on during drills, they certainly don’t need to run, but that doesn’t mean they can take it easy.

Chen Mo just glanced around and saw many people around the track being scolded by veterans for doing handstands, push-ups, and even having their hands tied with belts and their ligaments pulled.

The entire recruit camp was filled with miserable cries.

Chen Mo grinned and took a deep breath, trying his best to avoid places where veterans were present, and continued running along the track at his own pace.

far away.

Company commander Cheng Dong looked at the entire training ground. Just like yesterday, Chen Mo was the only one running.

He raised his hand to take off his hat and scratched his head: "Hey, this scholar is an expert at running."

"Platoon leader, go find two men to bring this guy over to me."

"Yes."

The platoon leader who received the order turned his head left and right, but did not see Lao Pao. He rubbed his hands and called the two old soldiers next to him to run towards Chen Mo.

Suddenly he discovered that there were three people, one in front and two behind, standing on the left and right and coming towards him. Chen Mo realized something was wrong at the first moment.

Don't compare the military camps of that time with those of later times. The veterans would torture you during training without any reason at all.

Chen Mo won't give in so easily.

It doesn't look right.

He found his spot and suddenly started running at full speed, leaving the platoon leader who had rushed over completely confused: "Scholar, stop, the company commander wants to see you."

"Hey, I'm talking to you, scholar. Stop and don't run."

A row of long eyes stood sideways, and his nose was almost crooked with anger.

"Anyone who doesn't run is a fool." Chen Mo turned his head to take a look, then sped up again, always keeping the farthest distance from the other party.

"Hey, bunny."

Seeing this, the three veterans chased after him aggressively.

At this time, the morning sun was like a golden sword, breaking through the clouds and spreading onto the training ground.

It illuminated the entire camp.

The scene of one running and three chasing was played out throughout the training ground.

The new recruits who were being asked by their squad leader to do push-ups, as well as the crowd who were doing handstands until they felt nauseous and vomited, including the people in Class 8, all looked at Chen Mo in amazement.

"Chen Mo, run faster, the reputation of Class 8 depends on you."

Yang Dali was doing push-ups with his hands on the ground, following every command. Although his crotch was numb and his arms were sore, he still shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Call me the deputy squad leader."

Lao Pao smiled and kicked Yang Dali, then corrected him casually.

The new recruits from Class 8 found that their squad leader didn't care.

They all lay on the ground, excitedly stretching their necks and yelling: "Deputy, come on!"

The actions of Class 8 directly resonated with the entire recruit company.

Three veterans caught a new recruit. What a rare and lively scene! Soon, someone started shouting along.

There are even many new recruits who don’t understand what “deputy squad leader” means. When they see veterans in the squad, they call them squad leaders and just shout along with the crowd.

The sudden encouragement left Chen Mo confused.

But his pace did not slow down, and he raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

Keep running.

(End of this chapter)