Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 63: Old Legends vs. New Generation, Natural Rivals

Chen Mo also understood what Lao Pao meant just now.

While the squad leader was walking away, he relaxed his body and sat down on a slightly higher mound of earth next to him.

Gritting his teeth, he pulled down his camouflage pants, which were torn and stuck to his skin, to his knees. He looked up and around to make sure there was no one nearby.

He used both hands to tear open a hole in the torn parts of his trousers and autumn trousers.

Pick up the cotton swab, clean the dust on the leg bit by bit, and apply the red medicine to the wound.

"Does it hurt?"

At some point, instructor Huo Linshan had walked up to him and was bending over to watch him treat his wound.

"It doesn't hurt."

After being startled, Chen Mo gritted his teeth and grinned dryly.

Only a fool wouldn't feel pain. The wounds on my legs and elbows were caused by stones.

Some small stones get stuck in the flesh and need to be cleaned out bit by bit with a cotton swab. How can it not hurt?

"It's a lie to say it doesn't hurt. Soldiers feel pain too. Never back down. That's our spirit."

Huo Linshan replied approvingly.

He then squatted down, took the medicine and cotton swab from Chen Mo's hand, and gently rolled up his sleeves.

Apply the medicine little by little.

Although Chen Mo knew that the instructor's job was to get along well with the soldiers and communicate frequently to ensure the ideological status of the grassroots soldiers.

But as a new recruit, he still couldn't feel at ease letting a captain treat his wounds.

"Instructor, let me do it."

Chen Mo reached out to take the cotton swab, but Huo Linshan shook his head slightly: "Don't move, just sit still."

After applying the bandage to the wound, Lao Huo took out a bandage from his pocket as if by magic and tightened it around the holes in Chen Mo's clothes on his legs and arms.

After everything was cleaned up, he stood up and clapped his hands without waiting for Huo Linshan to speak.

Lao Pao came to the training ground again.

The difference from before was that he was carrying a backpack on his back and holding another in his hand.

When he got to the front, he first looked at the instructor, then at the bandages wrapped around Chen Mo's body, and casually threw the backpack over: "Come on, let's get on the road."

"Yes."

Chen Mo stood up and caught the backpack, not knowing whether it was an illusion or because he was too tired from practicing climbing tactics just now.

He always felt that the backpack Lao Pao made was heavier than the one he used during early training, and conservatively estimated to be ten kilograms heavier.

I put on my backpack in silence, and before I started running, I could clearly feel the backpack strap digging into my bones.

"Are you seriously injured?"

Seeing that Chen Mo was ready to start running, Lao Pao reached out calmly and pointed at the tightly wrapped bandage on his leg.

“Report, it’s not serious!!”

Chen Mo roared, bent down and quickly removed the bandage on his leg.

Huo Linshan, who was standing next to him, watched without saying anything, and Lao Pao just nodded without saying anything.

Because all three of them knew that if there were bandages on their legs when running with weights, it would greatly restrict the relaxation and contraction of the muscles.

It accelerates muscle fatigue and you won’t be able to run far.

"Don't you want to target me?" Lao Pao took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, threw one to Lao Huo, and put one in his mouth and lit it.

In the wisps of mist, Lao Pao half-closed his eyes and said, "Come on, run five kilometers at your best. I haven't measured the training ground here."

"One lap is about 400 meters, maybe a little more, so thirteen laps is fine."

"If you still have energy after the run, I'll take you to practice the 400-meter hurdles, parallel bars, and any other subject you want to surpass me in."

Arrogant, confident, and with the pride of a veteran.

At this moment, all of this was displayed on Zhou Yongjie.

Lao Pao didn't even say that he outran him, but instead described it as still having energy left after the run.

Chen Mo also has a very arrogant personality. Since joining the second company, he has never said that he wants to compete for the first place, but he has always been strict with himself.

That's because he knows that honor and applause are always accompanied by hardship and sweat that ordinary people can hardly imagine.

There is no free lunch in the world, and naturally there is no honor that comes by waiting.

But now Chen Mo just wants to win, win at all costs, that is a belief that bursts from his bones.

"what!"

Chen Mo let out a low growl from his throat, gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and started running wildly.

The veteran slowly pressed the timer, cigarette in his mouth, and ran after him leisurely. The second company of recruits had been training for quite a while.

Many squad leaders were trained by veteran soldiers, and even the new recruits in each squad had heard stories about the third platoon leader's past.

Needless to say, Chen Mo is a famous scholar who is praised by the squad leader every day. Who doesn't know him?
The competition between the old legend and the new generation quickly attracted the attention of all classes on the training ground.

There is no need for Cheng Dong to organize each class to join in the fun.

The squad leaders excitedly stopped the training and rushed over with their men to watch.

The old man was so famous that in just a few minutes, the first, third and fourth companies of recruits all gathered with their people to watch the fun.

Even veterans from the motor vehicle company, anti-aircraft artillery battalion, and training corps came over to join in the commotion after receiving the letter.

Even though the veteran usually leads new recruits, he does not personally participate in many training sessions.

The company commander and instructor will not force us to do anything.

The veterans of the Seventh Brigade usually don’t have the chance to see this veteran reconnaissance expert take to the battlefield in person.

Chen Mo originally wanted to compete with Lao Pao to see how far behind he was, but he didn't expect that he would not even finish two laps.

That guy, there were people standing all around the runway.

There were even quite a few people stirring up trouble.

"Come on, Xiucai, beat Lao Paozi. If you can outrun him, I'll go out and buy you a soda."

"Scholar, you have to set a good example for the new recruits. Come on, run faster. The old man has been left behind by you."

"Hurry up, Xiucai. Your squad leader is old. He can't outrun you."

What an impudent bunch of guys.
Chen Mo turned his head away and didn't look at the group of old soldiers who were making a fuss.

If I had listened to the advice of these veterans while carrying a load for five kilometers and disrupted my rhythm, I would have lost even more miserably.

The old soldier who had been following behind started to pay attention to his image and threw away the cigarette in his mouth because there were so many new recruits watching nearby.

He quickened his pace slightly and kept running at the same speed as Chen Mo.

More and more people gathered nearby, disrupting the training atmosphere.

Everyone ran over to watch the fun.

Cheng Dong grinned widely, more excited than anyone else, and stood by with his hands on his hips giving orders.

at the same time.

In the headquarters building of the 7th Armored Brigade in Hedong City, 14 kilometers away from Tao Village.

An officer who looked to be about forty years old, thin, and wearing winter uniform.

Wearing a military rank on the shoulder is a yellow background with two red lines and four silver stars.

It was He Guofeng, the political commissar of the 7th Armored Brigade, who strode out of the headquarters building.

Behind him followed a lieutenant colonel named Wang Fuqi, who was the chief of the military affairs department of the Seventh Brigade and paid only two cents.

Section Chief Wang walked behind, opened the car door with a jerk, and said with a wry smile: "Political Commissar, what made you suddenly think of going to Tao Village for an inspection?"

"They're training new recruits over there right now."

"Humph!"

He Guofeng sat in the back row. He chuckled and said, "It's just about training new recruits."

"Cheng Dong has been suppressed for a week. He won't be too obedient today. Let's go over and take a look."

"Don't cause any more trouble."

"It just so happens that I want to go to the Second Company and see that soldier."

"Yes."

Wang Fuqi chuckled, then swiftly ran to the driver's seat, stepped on the accelerator, and slowly drove out of the brigade post.

Even if the brigade commander doesn't go today, Lao Wang, as the head of the military affairs department, is responsible for the military appearance, discipline, style and morale of the entire brigade, so he has the responsibility to go and take a look at the second company.

Avoid Cheng Dong's messing around.

Now the brigade commander is going too.

That guy, Wang Fuqi had a smile on his face that never went down during the whole journey.

There is no way, Lao Wang’s Military Affairs Department and Cheng Dong’s Reconnaissance Company are both directly under the brigade.

One is in charge of enforcing discipline and is proud of catching scouts violating discipline, while the other is as hard-headed as a steel egg and is ashamed of being caught by the Military Affairs Department.

These two people are born to be incompatible.

Now that the political commissar has personally gone to the second company to check it out, how can he not be happy?

I'm just hoping Cheng Dong gets humiliated and punished.

(End of this chapter)