Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 52 The King of Volumes in the s is Born

"Old Cheng, this is where you're wrong. As a company commander, you should set a good example when leading new recruits. Don't scold people at every turn."

"Especially the behavior of scolding soldiers in private, the attitude is too improper."

Huo Linshan had his back to the distance and he didn't even see the four stubborn donkeys returning, which had already appeared thirty meters away.

He was only concerned with criticizing Captain Cheng for what he had just said.

"I'm not being serious at all. It's the scholar who's back."

After Cheng Dong confirmed that it was Chen Mo, he didn't even bother to light a cigarette. He just put the cigarette between his ears and walked forward to ask about the details.

When Huo Linshan realized something was wrong and turned his head to look into the distance, he was also stunned by Chen Mo holding the company flag and bringing back three veterans who were also carrying flags.

what's going on?
Why are there only a few vanguards coming back?
Old Huo was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly followed Cheng Dong's footsteps to meet him.

In fact, the four of them had already stopped running in the second half. Their posture looked like they were running, but their speed was similar to that of a normal walk.

The moment Chen Mo saw his company commander, he knew that he had finally reached the end. He stopped stumbling and tried hard to hold the company flag in his hand.

He saluted the company commander, but he had no strength left in his body. The energy in his heart was gone, his eyes went dark, and he fell straight backwards.

"Hey?"

"Hey!"

Cheng Dong was shocked and reached out to hold it, but Lao Pao, who had been following behind him, was one step faster than him.

He was the first to support Chen Mo's fallen body.

"Hey, bring me some water." Cheng Dong breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Lao Pao catch Chen Mo. He took off his military coat and covered Chen Mo with it. At the same time, he did not forget to ask for water from the old soldier on duty at the gate of the camp.

"This brat, is he going to risk his life for this exercise?" Cheng Dong took the kettle and fed the water into Chen Mo's mouth bit by bit.

He was treated well, but the three veterans behind him were not so lucky.

Seeing that he had finally reached the finish line, he collapsed to the ground and lay there gasping for breath.

After giving him water, Cheng Dong saw that Chen Mo was awake but too weak to speak. He then stood up and walked over to the three veterans, glaring and cursing: "Damn it, how dare you bully my soldiers like this?"

"I asked you guys to lead the team, why are you competing with him?"

"Didn't you see he's still carrying a backpack? Damn it."

Cheng Dong was still not satisfied after cursing a few times, so he kicked each of the three veterans lying on the ground.

The three of them were so angry that they rolled their eyes.

In other words, they don't have the energy to argue, otherwise, they would definitely complain, asking who is bullying whom?
They wanted to run slower, but every time they just passed the Second Company, they were overtaken by others and were even further ahead. They were all in military uniforms, so who could be convinced by whom?

If they hadn't been afraid of overstimulating the scholar, or worried that all four of them would give up halfway, they would probably have struggled to reach the camp gate if they hadn't kept fighting.

It wouldn't have become like this.

However, although the three of them were angry, they just hummed a few times without saying anything, and it was useless to say anything.

The company commander of the reconnaissance company directly under the Seventh Brigade was arrogant in the entire brigade. Even if he was kicked a few times, he had no way to complain.

Captain Cheng was responsible for protecting his men, while the instructor helped Chen Mo stand up. They originally planned to have Lao Pao support him and take him back to the dormitory to rest.

But Zhou Yongjie didn't give in. He squatted down, carried Chen Mo on his back, and walked towards the dormitory of Class 8 without saying a word.

Seeing the two figures walking away, Cheng Dong took off the instructor's military coat and put it on himself: "You are fatter and can resist the cold, lend it to me for a while."

After Cheng Dong finished playing tricks, he looked at the figure walking away with a gloomy look, and after a while he said: "The political commissar still has a good eye for people. Xiucai is just like the political commissar back then."

"With him here, this year's competition should be quite exciting."

Huo Linshan raised his hands and rubbed his arms. He didn't want to say a word to his old partner named Cheng.

He just turned his head and looked around for Liang Hongjie. He remembered that before setting off, he had specifically asked Xiao Liang to lead the way for Chen Mo.

What about people?

Chen Mo knew how he returned to the dormitory, but he had no idea when exactly he returned.

After a whole day of training during the day and night training at night, he had exhausted all his physical strength. Before Lao Pao could put him on the bed, he fell into a deep sleep.

In a dream.

Chen Mo has been running and never stops.

He dreamed of the recruit company of the 82nd Brigade in his previous life, dreamed of several familiar comrades there, and also dreamed of himself standing on the podium and excitedly wanting to speak.

But for some reason, he couldn't open his mouth, and with the urge to urinate coming over him, Chen Mo only remembered standing on the podium and looking around for a toilet.

But I couldn't find it, and I became more and more anxious.

There was a slight "dong" sound. Chen Mo's body trembled, and he opened his eyes to look at the pitch-black environment in front of him.

It took him a while to adjust his vision before he realized that he was lying in the dormitory of Class 8.

Covered with a quilt and two military coats, Chen Mo was stunned when he recalled the dream just now, and hurriedly reached out to touch his bed.

Fortunately, it was done.

Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

The bed was not in trouble, but after waking up, Chen Mo felt the long-lost sequelae of weakness, and his legs were so painful that he could hardly move.

My arms and neck were aching unbearably.

Throughout the dormitory, the snoring symphony was slightly gentler than the previous two days.

Chen Mo stared with his eyes wide open until he was completely awake, then he stood up stiffly.

He walked to the metal cabinet and put on another set of military uniform. Maybe because he went to bed too early last night, Chen Mo was not sleepy at all.

Once he has some free time, the urgent desire to make progress in his mind drives him again.

He hesitated for a moment.

Chen Mo moved to the lower bunk at the door where Lao Pao was sitting, squatted in front of the squad leader, and considered whether to wake him up and tell him something.

He wanted to continue practicing, but Chen Mo didn't know what time it was. In addition, he was still thinking about Lao Pao's timer in his mind, so he was ready to verify his results.

But before he could speak.

Perhaps it was the vigilance that the old scout had developed over the years. As soon as Chen Mo squatted down, Lao Pao opened his eyes as if he had noticed something.

When he suddenly saw a face appear in front of him, even the usually calm old man was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat.

"I"

Lao Pao swiftly turned over and sat up. When he recognized the person next to him, he withdrew his kick halfway and said angrily: "Why are you squatting here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

"Are you stimulated?"

"No, squad leader, I want to borrow your timer to test my performance at the training ground."

"Now?"

Lao Pao raised his hand and touched Chen Mo's forehead. Then he picked up a flashlight and pulled out a mechanical watch from under his pillow to check the time. He grinned and cursed: "Are you trying to kill yourself?"

"It's only four o'clock now. There's still an hour and a half before the wake-up whistle blows. Go to bed quickly."

"That's not how we train."

"It's okay, squad leader, I slept well." Chen Mo raised his arm and said, "I'm so sore all over and can't sleep at all."

"Might as well go warm up."

Veteran:
To be honest, Lao Pao was once the pride of the infantry division, but he had never met such a stupid guy.

Are you really competing with yourself?

Thinking that Chen Mo had gone to bed at around nine o'clock last night and it had been almost six or seven hours since then, Lao Pao stopped trying to persuade him.

He raised his hand and pointed to his cabinet number one: "The timer is in there, go get it yourself."

"Don't blame me for not reminding you. Yesterday was the first day of physical training week, so it was relatively easy. Today won't be so easy."

Lao Pao originally said this just to let Chen Mo think about it, but who would have thought.

Chen Mo didn't hear what he said next. He knew he could borrow the timer, so he shouted "Thank you, squad leader" and got up excitedly to get it.

Then he returned to the bed, took out the backpack rope that Lao Pao had helped him coil last night, and tied the quilt and packed the backpack bit by bit.

In this era, Lao Pao has never heard of the term "King of Rolls".

But at this moment.

But he truly felt how terrifying the birth of the King of Rolls was.

You're already so fucking tired, and you still want to carry a backpack?

The backpacks in the 1990s were not the rucksacks of later generations. The military coat and thick cotton shoes weighed 20 kilograms.

All in all, including the quilt and toiletries, the backpack weighs no less than 20 kilograms.

Lao Pao sat on the bed and smacked his lips, not knowing what to say for a moment.

(End of this chapter)