Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 107: Breaking the Double Army Record, This is the Treatment of the Strong

Actually, I didn’t act.

Who among the people on the reviewing stand could not understand what was going on?
But no one minded.

Because the army is a super melting pot, many people flock in every year, and every unit has its own outstanding people.

As long as you act well and can perform from beginning to end, isn’t that excellent?
Otherwise, a large unit would have thousands of people, and a division would have tens of thousands of people.

Without any effort or acting, and relying solely on your ordinary appearance, do you really expect the superiors above you to see through the precious spirit hidden within you?

That's somewhat unrealistic.

This is what Chen Mo is thinking now. The military parade and the assessment are no longer important. He only has the runway in his eyes. The only thing he can do is to try his best to complete it.

As long as you can't die, then charge to death.

In the enemy's anti-aircraft artillery camp's territory, the lightly equipped 3,000-meter run made him run with the enthusiasm of a 100-meter sprint.

A long runway naturally has its advantages. Two laps are basically enough for a training ground of more than 100,000 square meters.

Reducing the frequency of frequent turns and just running in a straight line can save some energy.

Three hundred meters later, they were far away from the reviewing stand.

Chen Mo's speed could no longer maintain the same intensity as before. His chest felt like it was about to explode and the pain was unbearable.

His legs felt as if they were being weighed down by a tremendous force, and even his throat was filled with a slight taste of blood.

This is the aftereffect of sprinting too hard.

However, Chen Mo was too familiar with the same feeling. He had completely adapted to it, and every cell in his body was still cheering.

"Come on!!"

Zhao Mingyuan, director of the 7th Brigade's Training Department, clenched his fists and stared at Chen Mo's figure. Not far away from him was a person from the Military Region's Training Department who was responsible for recording the results.

Back then, everyone in the Seventh Division was extremely proud, and no one wanted to tarnish the reputation of the Seventh Division in front of so many leaders.

A soldier's dedication to the honor of his old unit often exceeds many people's imagination.

Just like what Cheng Dong said just now, as long as the scholars work hard and achieve outstanding results, it doesn’t matter even if some recruits fail the graduation assessment today.

One particularly awesome person can overshadow several mediocre ones.

"Go, go, go, scholar, get good grades. I'll arrange for someone to stew mutton for you later to improve your life."

When Chen Mo passed the starting point again, Cheng Dong jumped up in encouragement.

Faced with the company commander's enthusiasm, Chen Mo didn't dare to respond for fear of getting a stitch in the side.

He just raised his hand and made an "OK" gesture, then exerted force with his feet and continued to move forward.

The process of selecting backbone personnel for the military parade is a bit boring. It is nothing more than selecting height, and then having rows of people march in step repeatedly, looking at their appearance, and selecting them one by one.

This also resulted in those teams being quiet.

On the contrary, the scenes of the new recruits' graduation examinations have always been quite exciting.

On the reviewing stand, Cui Bai, commander of the 82nd Brigade, looked at Chen Mo, who had already run a lap, was still exerting his strength, and was getting faster and faster.

The more he looked, the more puzzled he became. He then looked at He Guofeng, the political commissar of the Seventh Brigade, and said, "Old He, why do I always feel that this young comrade is a scholar?"

Hearing this, He Guofeng smiled slightly complacently: "You don't have to think so, he is."

"Oh?"

Zheng Lin, commander of the 189th Division, was also surprised. He had just been thinking that the top recruits in the th Brigade this year were quite talented, and it was okay for them to have just one talented person.

How come I encountered another one in this final exam?

It turns out that you are the only one who has been doing this for so long.

Zheng Lin shook his head and laughed, "Old He, you were hiding something when we talked about that scholar earlier, but now you're willing to reveal your secrets?"

"The training department randomly selected a scholar. Wow, what luck."

Zheng Lin's words caused a group of people on the stage to laugh.

The main thing is that no one knows it clearly. There is no such thing as luck in this kind of thing.

The Military Region Training Department is affiliated with the General Staff Headquarters. There was a new recruit who won the second-class merit, and the Political Department went to award the award in person. How could the General Staff Headquarters not know which class it was and what it was called?
All the seemingly coincidental things are just a group of old men tinkering with them alone in the background.

Looking at the scholar on the field, he is getting closer and closer to the finish line.

Feng Hongbing, commander of the anti-aircraft artillery brigade, suddenly asked, "What's the record for a lightly armed three-kilometer run in our military region?"

No one on the stage could answer this question. After all, there were a lot of records in the military district, and none of these division-level and deputy division-level cadres would go out of their way to record them.

The major, still standing to the side of the reviewing stand, heard the question and quickly stood at attention and saluted, saying, "Commander, our military district's light-equipped three-kilometer record is nine minutes and thirty-four seconds."

"A record set by the 187th Division twelve years ago."

The 63th Division of the 187rd Army was transferred to the armed police unit as a whole last year.

Upon learning that the record was set by the 187th Division, everyone on the stage nodded and said nothing.

On the contrary, Cui Bai, the commander of the 82nd Brigade, grinned and said, "I remember the record of the 28th Army was minutes and seconds. The veteran comrade who set this record happened to be the squad leader of the Xiucai this year."

"Yes, it is indeed 9 minutes and 31 seconds. It is the record Zhou Yongjie set during the company competition after joining the company."

He Guofeng echoed.

Looking at these two old guys, who were reciting the records in unison, the others curled their lips. Competition between soldiers was not a problem, no matter what rank they reached, how high their position was, or how old they were.

The stubbornness that is ingrained in one's bones will never disappear.

However, some time ago, when Chen Mo wanted to help Feng Junling improve his grades, what the class leader of Class 7, Wang Jianyong, said was not wrong.

In the military, it is difficult to define the meaning of excellence.

It doesn't necessarily mean that good performance and good physical fitness will make you excellent, while other things are not excellent.

Take these people on the stage for example.

When talking about the records set by the military region, everyone's face showed some nostalgia, and they recalled the glorious years when they were at the grassroots level.

After all, it was not this group of people who set the record, but another group of people who were more motivated, more young and more ambitious.

Today, some have retired and some are still in the military.

Looking at the track, Xiucai's figure is getting closer and closer to the finish line, and he is still continuing to exert his strength.

There is a faint urge to continue accelerating.

After a moment of silence, Feng Hongbing, commander of the anti-aircraft artillery brigade, suddenly said, "I wonder if this scholar can break one of the records."

Hear the words.

There was another silence on the entire reviewing stand.

The main reason is that this kind of thing is difficult to say. They are all sitting and waiting for the results of the 7th Brigade's selection of the backbone of the military parade. In order to show the importance the military region attaches to the grand military parade, they all gathered here.

Talk about this topic occasionally.

But since no one else said anything, He Guofeng had to stand up. He stood up and walked to the edge of the reviewing stand.

He waved to the officer maintaining order in the distance and said, "Go and check on the first assessment of the new recruits."

"Yes, Commissar!!"

If no one mentions it, no one will pay attention.

Feng Hongbing suddenly brought up the question of whether Xiucai could break the record. He Guofeng then arranged for someone to go over and check out the situation, which soon aroused the curiosity of a group of people.

The location of the finish line on the other side.

Cheng Dong ran here early. He didn't care about his image at all, regardless of whether he was a company commander or not.

He rolled up his sleeves, put his hands on his hips, and laughed like a dog: "Scholar, hurry up, hurry up, you're so far ahead, haha."

While shouting, he and Zhao Mingyuan would occasionally lean on the military district examiner's hand to check the time.

The moment Chen Mo crossed the finish line, the cadres from the brigade's training department immediately stepped forward to support him.

The examiner pressed the stop timer hard, looked at the time displayed on it, and then looked at Chen Mo who had unloaded his gun and removed his helmet and was resting aside.

Then he shouted with shock on his face: "Number 61, 29 minutes 63 seconds ."

"Haha, remember, remember, remember quickly, 9 minutes 29 seconds 63." Cheng Dong ran to the examiner in charge of recording the results like a nanny, and yelled at him to record it.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Dong was stunned.

Then, as if he suddenly realized something, his eyes widened: "How much?!!"

"9 minutes and 29 seconds?"

"Break, break the record?"

Cheng Dong was a little confused. He had been thinking about not embarrassing himself during the assessment and hadn't thought about recording such a thing at all.

"It seems like the record has been broken." Zhao Mingyuan muttered to himself.

The colonel in charge of the assessment at the military region's training department came over with a smile on his face. He looked at the recorded results and replied affirmatively, "Yes, the record was indeed broken."

"Our 63rd Army's lightly armed three-kilometer record is 9 minutes and 34 seconds, which is nearly five seconds faster than the record."

"9 minutes and 34 seconds? Why do I remember it was 9 minutes and 31 seconds?"

Cheng Dong was a little confused.

Zhao Mingyuan, who was standing by, grinned and said, "The 9:31 you mentioned is the record of the 28th Army, and it was achieved by the old artillery."

"This time, Xiucai has broken the records of two military regions, and also broke the record that Lao Pao had held for thirteen years."

Zhao Mingyuan is from the training department and is quite familiar with all the records.

"Wow!" Cheng Dong exclaimed, then quickly ran to Chen Mo and looked up and down at his most proud soldier.

After holding it in for a long time, he slapped Chen Mo on the shoulder and said in a trembling voice, "It's broken. The record of the 28th Army. Your squad leader's record has been broken again."

"Also, the record of the 63rd Army was broken. Haha, you're really good, kid."

When Chen Mo heard that he had broken the record, he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh at all.

He had been running wildly the whole time, and now his chest felt like it was burning with fire. The pain was so unbearable that he couldn't speak at all.

Seeing this, Cheng Dong hurriedly took over from the people in the training department and helped Chen Mo walk on the nearby runway.

He himself was beating his chest and stamping his feet, looking extremely frustrated.

"What a pity, what a pity."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, 9 minutes and 29 seconds! If this were put in a military district competition, it would break the district record and definitely get a third-class merit."

"It's just a final exam. This isn't the right place."

"Captain Cheng."

When Cheng Dong was feeling very proud, the cadres arranged by He Guofeng arrived.

"The political commissar asked me to inquire about the first assessment."

The reason why He Guofeng asked about the situation instead of asking directly whether the record was broken was because breaking the record was too difficult and not everyone could do it.

But this time, it really happened.

Cheng Dong didn't even think about it, and said directly and cheerfully: "No need to ask, do you know the scholar from our second company?"

"Now, that's him."

Cheng Dong turned and gestured to Chen Mo: "Lightly armed, 9 meters, 29 minutes and 28 seconds, breaking the record of our old th Army and the current military district record."

"How about it? The soldiers I brought with me!!"

"Hehe, congratulations, Captain Cheng." The cadre who came over to ask questions looked at Chen Mo enviously and ran towards the reviewing stand.

But it hasn't been a while yet.

He ran back, panting and pulling Chen Mo, saying: "Old Cheng, I've taken the person away. The political commissar asked Xiucai to go over there."

"Hey?"

"Hey! Let go, what the hell is going on?" Cheng Dong saw that the person who came wanted to recruit his soldiers directly, so how could he be happy?
Standing sideways in front.

"Look at your petty attitude. What can I do? It was the political commissar who said that."

"Don't delay things." The errand boy explained anxiously.

Chen Mo had recovered a little by now. Although his face was still pale, at least he could speak without any problem.

He sighed softly and said, "Captain, I'm fine. I'll be back soon. It won't affect the subsequent assessment."

"Well, go quickly and come back soon."

Cheng Dong was like an old hen protecting her chicks, with a face full of worry. He certainly wouldn't dare to refuse to let go when the political commissar called for help, but he was still worried.

Damn it, I’m about to be disconnected, and nothing else can happen.

For Chen Mo, the people on the reviewing stand were all old acquaintances.

But that was then, not now.

Along the way, Chen Mo tried his best to adjust his breathing, make his steps more steady, and keep his back straighter.

Wait until you get on stage.

Chen Mo walked to a distance of two meters from the leaders, stood at attention, and raised his hand to salute.

The voice was loud and clear: "Hello, Chief!!"

"Scholar."

Zheng Lin, commander of the 189th Division, looked up and down at the private in front of him. He was lying with his back to the waist, leaning against the back of the chair.

"Breaking the military district's lightest equipment record during the recruit assessment is truly remarkable."

"Thank you for the compliment, Chief."

"Hey!" Zheng Lin waved his hand. "I'm not praising you. I'm telling the truth. You're truly amazing."

"There are so many comrades and so many units in our military region, but there's only one record. No one else has broken it, but you did. This in itself represents a kind of ability."

"I heard that you wrote a letter to your local armed forces department in order to join the army. After arriving at the barracks, did you feel that the environment here was different from what you imagined?"

Zheng Lin asked with a curious look on his face.

This is also human nature. Anyone who hears about Chen Mo will have some doubts, some curiosity, and some spirit of exploration.

Ask someone who wants to join the army so much how he feels after arriving at the barracks.

"Report to the commander, there are indeed differences." Chen Mo thought for a moment and responded: "When I first came to the barracks, I didn't have much of an intuitive understanding of this place."

"I didn't know that I had to memorize regulations and train every day. I just had one thought at the time: Soldiers can defend our country, and we have a policy of recruiting soldiers, so I wanted to join the army."

"After arriving at the military camp, I learned about housekeeping and formations. The soldiers I had seen on TV appeared before my eyes in real life. Although there were many more rules and regulations, I felt that it was consistent with my original idea."

"From the first day I arrived at the military camp, I told myself that I had to fit in here and become a strong person, a strong person both mentally and physically."

“The slow bird must fly first. I don’t consider myself stupid, but I firmly believe that opportunities come to those who are prepared.”

"To shed sweat and tears that others cannot, to endure hardships that others cannot endure, to work hard in the shadows, and to give in silence—this is what I now consider a soldier."

"A squad leader once told me that when you're in the army, you don't have to think about anything, you don't have to ponder anything, just work hard. This is the best place for people to grow, and it's also a paradise for strong people."

“I want to be that strong one.”

On the reviewing stand.

A group of unit heads were listening to a private talking incessantly.

No one interrupted, everyone was listening attentively.

Because they have all experienced Chen Mo's stage, full of vigor and enthusiasm. Isn't this the spirit that a soldier of this age should have?
Zheng Lin looked at the young man in front of him. After a long while, he smiled and nodded: "Okay, no wonder others call you a scholar."

"If you are eloquent, willing to work hard, and can identify your own position, your future will not be bad."

"Thank you for the compliment, Chief." Chen Mo stood at attention again, turned his body slightly and saluted!

People like He Guofeng, Zheng Lin, and Cui Bai have reached where they are today.

People would be curious about a new recruit who could break the military district record, but not shocked.

After briefly understanding the situation and giving him some encouragement, he let Chen Mo go back to continue preparing for the subsequent assessment.

make persistent efforts.

When Chen Mo returned to the assembly point, the people on the stage didn't notice anything.

But this doesn't mean that the people below can remain calm.

Not only did he break the record of both armies, but he was also appreciated by so many leaders.

The new recruits from the three squads of the second company, including the people from the other three companies, looked at Xiucai helplessly.

As soon as he came down from the stage, he was pulled away by several company commanders and people from the training department.

He stood about ten meters away from them, asking something in an intense voice.

Seeing this, Yang Dali pursed his lips and sighed. After a long while, he said, "Damn, the squad leader is really awesome. He just got called away by those big bosses, and when he came back, he was taken away by the company commander and his men."

"When will I be able to enjoy this kind of treatment?"

"No chance." Zhu Gaituan looked at the distance with envy: "Why do I remember that when we first entered the military camp, everyone was the same. How come the gap is so big all of a sudden?"

Yes, everyone is the same when they first enter the military camp.

They come from all corners of the country and have different experiences and backgrounds, but when faced with a brand new military life.

They are all the same new recruits.

I was full of curiosity about the military rules and regulations and the high-intensity training. During the adaptation process, I went from being nervous and uneasy to gradually integrating into the team.

But it’s hard to say when it started, but the class vice-president has received more and more attention and his experiences have become more and more exciting.

In the dormitory of Class 8 alone, the deputy squad leader received a silk banner and three big red certificates, leaving a strong mark during his time in the recruit company.

On the other hand, it seems that they have no other good impression in the past few months except being punished.

Next.

The final examination continued, and the twelve selected classes conducted a fully equipped five-kilometer race, a four-hundred-meter obstacle course, shooting, and bombing.

These are what Chen Mo is best at.

At the artillery camp training ground, that day, at least nearly a thousand people witnessed how ferocious Xiucai was.

Even the people on the reviewing stand were thinking about poaching him.

But what kind of person is He Guofeng? When he saw that something was wrong, he immediately took the opportunity to escape.

What a joke! No one can let go of a soldier like Xiucai now.

No matter how much you explain it, it won’t work.

Time quickly arrived at the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, which was March 1999, 3.

The day has come for all the new recruits to be assigned to their companies.

(End of this chapter)