Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 111: Capture the enemy with a flying car, can you do it, scholar?
In the cafeteria.

It is said that noodles and dumplings were specially made to welcome the new recruits to the company.

But at this time, don't expect these old soldiers to take care of the new privates like they did for the recruit company.

Each class sat at the dining table, heads down, clinking and wolfing down their food.

The entire dining hall was filled with the crisp sound of dishes and chopsticks and a dull atmosphere.

Chen Mo, a clerk, was also a member of the organization, so he was naturally arranged to eat at the company's dining table, where the atmosphere was relatively better.

After everyone was seated, Cheng Dong straightened his back, looked around at the people in front of him and said with a smile: "Come, let me introduce a new comrade to everyone."

"Scholar, you've all heard of him, right?"

"Haha, he's the most outstanding recruit in our reconnaissance company this year."

"Hello everyone!!"

When Chen Mo heard himself being introduced, he quickly stood up, stood at attention and saluted!

"Senior? Hey, I like that title."

A lieutenant sitting in front of Huo Linshan stood up and pulled Chen Mo to his seat, saying with a smile: "Alright, I know you're a sharp-tongued guy. We don't like to be so pedantic here. I'm the deputy instructor of our company, Zhang Xingfa."

"You know the company commander and the instructor, right?"

"Deputy Company Commander Hou Zhanye, Old Monkey, Logistics Squad Leader Liu Rengao, our Quartermaster, First Platoon Leader Wang Yanjun, Second Platoon Leader Guo Dongqi, Third Platoon Leader Fan Yu'an, Fourth Platoon Leader Liang Hongjie."

"We have been waiting for a scholar like you for a long time, and finally you are here."

Deputy instructor Zhang Xingfa seemed to be a nice person and introduced everyone to him with a smile.

Although he doesn't look as wealthy as Huo Linshan, he at least makes people feel approachable.

Several other company cadres, whether they had met before or not, or knew each other or not, all nodded and smiled as a greeting.

Seeing that everyone had been introduced, Cheng Dong took the lead and said, "Okay, come on, let's eat."

"Since you've joined our company, you'll be a member of our reconnaissance company from now on. Scholar, I heard from Xiao Liang that you started a fight with those white dogs from the military affairs department before the New Year."

"Hey, be careful with your address." Huo Linshan tapped the edge of the bowl with his chopsticks, motioned to Chen Mo and said, "There's a new comrade here."

"What's there to be afraid of?" Cheng Dong stuck his head out. "How can I lose a piece of meat by scolding them?"

Faced with this situation, Chen Mo kept his head down and ate noodles. He had also heard that the relationship between the reconnaissance company and the military affairs department was bad.

This difference is not unreasonable.

The source of the howling started from the company commander, and the soldiers below must have followed suit, howling.

The atmosphere of a unit depends entirely on the temperament of the commander.

"This training just after the New Year is not difficult at the beginning. Xiucai, just follow Xiao Liang and learn the clerical work well."

"Adapt to it. You need to plan and follow the company's later training. We have many subjects in the reconnaissance company, so we don't require you to master them all, but at least you can step up when needed, understand?"

"Yes, Captain."

Chen Mo nodded as if he was listening carefully.

I just joined the company, so I'm really not used to it.

But it’s not that there are no benefits at all.

At least in the recruit company, lunch break has always been a luxury, but after joining the company, after lunch.

Each class ran back to the dormitory to rest, and the entire camp became quiet.

On his way back to the dormitory, Chen Mo initially thought about taking advantage of the break to look at the roster of each class in the company to get to know who was going to study and who was going on business trips.

Lay the foundation in advance for the subsequent handover of paperwork.

Who would have thought that he would just turn the corner to go to the toilet.

When I climbed to the fourth floor and opened the door, a strong smell of smoke hit me straight in the face.

Correspondent Zhao Wuliang and Liang Hongjie, who usually looked like a bullied person, were both smoking cigarettes and setting up a table in the middle of the dormitory.

He moved a small stool, squinted his eyes, and was sorting poker in his hands.

What surprised Chen Mo even more was that even the deputy company commander Hou Zhanye, whom he had just met at dinner, was there. The three of them were sorting the cards and slamming them together.

"Two for two, want one? Report three cards." Hou Zhanye looked up and saw Chen Mo coming in. He waved his hand and said, "Come on, scholar, there are just four of us to play mahjong."

"Damn, this Landlord game is so boring. I can guess their cards."

"Come on, scholar, let's form a circle and play daggers."

Throwing eggs and ticking machines are the most common games played during breaks in the army.

Chen Mo had played with the veterans in the motorized infantry company before. To put it bluntly, if you don’t know how to play this kind of grassroots entertainment, it will be difficult to get promoted to a non-commissioned officer.

But he didn't expect that the reconnaissance company was even more lively, and even the lunch break was not spared.

Chen Mo walked quickly to the table, straightened his body, and was about to stand at attention when Hou Zhanye slammed three sixes onto the table. He then stood up, pulled Chen Mo, and said, "Don't be so polite."

"We're having fun. If you come up and salute me, I'll feel embarrassed to continue."

"I'm older than all of you. When we're playing in the house, you can call me Old Monkey or Monkey Brother, but once we're out of the house, you have to call me Deputy Company Commander."

"Come on, come on, do you know how to play mahjong?"

"Just a little bit." After being modest for a moment, Chen Mo didn't waste any time. He rolled up his sleeves and moved a stool to sit at the table.

The name of the game of Throwing Eggs varies from place to place. In some places, it is called "Da Chengzhang", but the specific rules are also different.

Chen Mo can indeed do it. After all, he is in his forties. How can he be defeated by a few young people?
The four of them sat around the table, with Old Monkey sitting opposite Chen Mo. The two of them were in a group.

Originally, the three of them thought that the scholar's "a little bit" was a statement of fact, and the old monkey was ready to guide the newcomer.

After an hour and a half of playing, I realized I had learned a lot.

Every time Liang Hongjie finished arranging the cards, his face would turn red with arguing, and he would pile the cards in his hand on the table like they were on a street stall.

The speed of playing cards is extremely slow.

Zhao Wuliang was a little better, but his face was also wrinkled like egg skin, and his big, salted egg head was almost scratched bald.

They couldn't beat the cooperation of Lao Hou and Xiucai. Deputy Company Commander Hou was very calm throughout the whole process, while Chen Mo was like opening a fan, and he would put the cards together after arranging them.

When it was time to play, they would flip the cards in their hands and throw them up. After the two old hands learned to cooperate, they would basically collect tributes, exchange glances, and then do the same to the other two people.

It was not until he heard the company duty officer blow the whistle downstairs that Zhao Wuliang threw down the cards with a bitter face and complained: "I don't want to play anymore. This is too bullying."

"Scholar, you call this knowing a little bit?"

"Damn it, before you came, Lao Pao often came to play, and I was always the one who got beaten. I originally thought that Lao Pao would ask for leave to go home, so I wouldn't have to take the brunt of the fight if you came."

"Why are you here? I'm still at the bottom."

"I really only know a little bit." Chen Mo spread his hands and smiled.

Hou Zhanye sighed and shook his head, then packed up the two decks of cards and stuffed them into his pocket. "Well, from now on, when it comes to playing cards, Xiao Zhao's standing here will drop one notch."

"Okay, the brigade logistics department is coming to deliver coal this afternoon. I have to ask Lao Liu to oversee it. Hurry and take advantage of the new comrades to carry all the coal for the first half of the year to the canteen."

"I'll be in charge of the training of the new comrades. Xiucai, you just need to familiarize yourself with the camp and your work this week. There won't be any major arrangements for the first week."

"gone."

After saying that, the old monkey strode out of the dormitory.

It’s so cool to be in a grassroots unit. I can play cards for more than an hour and get closer to the deputy company commander, and I don’t have to pull weeds.

Chen Mo stood up and pushed open all the windows in the room to let out the smoke. Then, he walked up to Liang Hongjie and said, "Platoon Leader, since we have nothing to do this afternoon, why don't we go and familiarize ourselves with the clerical work?"

"I'll start by recording who's asking for leave, who's on business trips, etc., and start with the small things."

"Now?"

Hearing this, Liang Hongjie was stunned for a moment, and after a long while, he shook his head: "Don't worry about it these days. Except for Lao Pao who asked for leave, the rest of our company has basically been called back by the company commander."

"There's another officer who's been promoted and is going to school. He's not in the company anymore."

"The clerk has had nothing to do recently. There's no inspection from above, and no notification."

Chen Mo agreed with this point. After all, the 1990s were not the future. At that time, clerical work relied entirely on handcopying, and the frequency of inspections from above was much lower than in later generations.

As long as the company commander and instructor don't have too many things to do all day and it's not a holiday, the clerk will indeed have a lot of free time.

People like Cheng Dong and Huo Linshan are not the type to fuss around. Clerks are usually responsible for taking documents and letters, and writing the company's blackboard newspaper.

After the New Year, there is a period of leisure.

"Then why did the company commander call everyone back?" Chen Mo asked casually.

"A martial arts competition, what else can we do?" This wasn't said by Liang Hongjie, but by Zhao Wuliang, who was sweeping the floor nearby. He took over and said, "You just arrived and didn't know that in late March, our 7th Brigade's reconnaissance company will be competing with the anti-aircraft artillery brigade's artillery reconnaissance company."

"In May, we'll have a competition with the 189th Division's reconnaissance company. Anyway, our company faces a lot of opponents throughout the year, so we often compete."

"The company commander is responsible for training veterans and preparing for competitions, while the deputy company commander is responsible for leading new recruits and conducting intensive training."

"There really isn't much clerical work lately. Even I have to go and win glory for the company."

After Zhao Wuliang finished sweeping the floor, he leaned the broom against the door, raised his hand to tug at the corner of his clothes and looked up and said: "Scholar, I am not as good as you at playing cards, but just watch, watch how I, an old soldier, fight for honor for you."

"Let's go." Zhao Wuliang looked up at the red flag of "Training Model" hanging on the wall. His charcoal-black hair turned purple with excitement.

That guy was so arrogant to Lao Zhao that he walked with his head held high when he left the dormitory.

Obviously, as a corporal, he was shocked when he came back from dinner and suddenly saw a private's red flag hanging in the dormitory.

"Platoon leader."

"Do you want to go and see?" Before Chen Mo could finish, Liang Hongjie stood up, picked up the hat on the bed, put it on his head and said with a smile: "Let's go, I knew I would let you idle away, but you can't stay idle."

"But let me make this clear first. You can't participate in this company competition, and you don't have a chance. This is a subject for veteran scouts, and it requires marking and mapping."

"Capturing the enemy with a car, digging trenches, catching tongues, swimming, rock climbing, these subjects are probably something you have never seen before."

"Don't think that those veterans in the recruit company can't run faster than you. They're just letting you go and not really fighting. The real veterans of reconnaissance are really tough in the arena."

"It just so happens that this afternoon we're having a car chase, I'll take you there to see it."

"Row."

Chen Mo's face lit up with joy, but he didn't refute.

In fact, Liang Hongjie was right. The old scout was not as weak as he was when he was in the recruit company, as if he could only roar.

In other words, a truly awesome veteran detective would never lead new recruits. Just like the third squad, there are many tough guys, but not all tough guys can be squad leaders.

Peng Wei is just an ordinary one in their class three. He has a good temper and can unite his comrades, but he is not necessarily the best in military quality.

Especially in the reconnaissance company, a place where hidden dragons and crouching tigers are everywhere.

Come down from upstairs.

Chen Mo was a little late, and at this moment, there were almost no people in the entire camp.

The new recruits were being lined up and lectured by several veteran soldiers in the distance. Judging from the situation, they had probably been divided into weeding teams and coal-carrying teams.

Liang Hongjie didn't stop and took Chen Mo around the artillery field and ran to the reconnaissance company's training ground.

If the dormitory building at the back is a peaceful and tranquil scene, then the martial arts field is a scene of boiling blood.

Hundreds of scouts gathered here, forming a group from a distance.

Scouts were capturing prisoners in the distance, and the site for climbing onto vehicles to capture prisoners was ready.

Two Type 63 armored personnel carriers, three troop transport trucks, and six sidecar three-wheeled motorcycles.

"Let's go, training is about to start, let's stay away."

Liang Hongjie brought Chen Mo to where a group of veterans gathered. Cheng Dong stood by, glanced at them, nodded and said nothing.

Wait until Chen Mo just stood up.

On the field in the distance, a flag bearer was waving a flag.

Boom boom boom.
The armored vehicles moved, and the two tanks advanced side by side at the same speed. In an instant, the training ground was filled with billowing smoke and dust.

Even Chen Mo didn't notice that several veterans were lying in the path of the tank.

Using the uneven terrain and a lot of dust as cover, figures jumped up from the ground when the tank was only three meters away from them.

The crowd rushed towards the speeding chariot in unison. Some veterans who were far away from the chariot used the momentum of running to climb to the top of the chariot in a few seconds.

Those who were closer were dragging and climbing from behind, the rumbling chariots were roaring, and even the ground was shaking.

The veteran who boarded the tank first lay down, pulled up those who had not yet boarded, and jumped up.

You know, the Type 63 armored personnel carrier, known as a battlefield taxi, not only has a strong carrying capacity, but can also easily run at a speed of to miles per hour.

Faced with this behemoth weighing more than ten tons, five or six meters long and two or three meters wide, from a distance, the figures surrounding the car body are not much bigger than ants.

But it was this group of "ant-sized" people who climbed onto the fast-moving tank and threw tear gas bombs into it through the ventilation holes and machine gun muzzles.

The bullet is really tear-jerking.

The captured chariot could not move in a straight line and was swaying constantly, and the two chariots almost collided with each other several times.

At the rear of the armored vehicle, the top window opens from the inside.

The "enemies" in the car had just stuck their heads out and were dragged out by the people on the roof before they could even catch their breath. Several motorcycles came out from behind, caught up with the armored vehicles, tied up the "enemies" who were pulled out one by one, and threw them into the three-wheeled vehicle bed.

The entire training process was filled with fierce momentum and deafening shouts of killing.

Until both tanks were forcibly stopped, the entire battle line had advanced about two hundred meters.

But this is not the end. The armored personnel carrier was abandoned, but it does not mean that all the "enemies" in the two "battlefield taxis" were captured.

There were still more than a dozen people who could not bear the tear gas. They found the right moment, opened the rear door, rushed out of the tank, and ran towards the truck in the distance at high speed.

The "enemy" wants to escape.

Some of the veterans who had dealt with the tanks in the rear chased them on motorcycles, while others, who were too late, ran on foot.

The entire training ground was like purgatory, allowing people standing far away to sense danger at all times.

Chasing, fighting, catching, punching each other, the fight was extremely fierce.

When Chen Mo was watching intently, he suddenly felt that there were several people standing beside him. He turned his head and found that Yang Dali, Li Zhiang and some other recruits had come over.

At this moment, Yang Dali was watching the training on the field with a look of shock on his face, and he even stuttered when he spoke.

"Damn, this... is this the old soldier who usually only teaches us a lesson?"

"You dare to fight against cannons?"

"Why are you here? Aren't you pulling weeds here?" Chen Mo tapped his feet and looked into the distance. He found that most of the new recruits were brought here. He asked with a smile.

"Go ahead and pull it out! We'll be back soon." Yang Dali didn't want to relax even for a moment. He stared at the battle scene in the distance and said, "Aren't there three trucks full of coal unloading just now?"

"It seems they told us to carry coal after unloading. We're here to watch the training for now."

"That's awesome! So this is what a scout is. Damn, I suddenly feel like washing their pants isn't unfair. I'm really not as awesome as these veterans."

"Deputy, do you dare to go up and try?"

"There's nothing to be afraid of. Capturing prisoners by car is a basic skill for scouts." Chen Mo smiled and boasted a little.

He certainly has the courage to go up, but it's hard to say whether he can compete with these veterans. The prisoner-taking skills he has learned are probably not good enough.

The speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it seriously.

Chen Mo just blew it once, and Cheng Dong who was standing next to him happened to hear it.

Old Cheng turned his head to look at him, said nothing, and continued to look at the martial arts field.

And at this time.

The battle on the field has entered the final stage.

The fleeing "enemy" stole a truck. The scout's driving skills were not inferior to those of the car soldiers.

From a distance, one could see that the veteran in the driver's seat stood up and stepped on the accelerator. The truck ran in front, leaving two trails of dust behind.

Six motorcycles were chasing closely.

When the front of the motorcycle and the carriage were level, several veterans sitting in the back seat jumped up, ran towards the truck, and forcibly dragged the person in the passenger seat out of the window.

The handover of the "prisoners" was completed in two cars traveling at high speed.

The veteran behind was not to be outdone. He jumped into the truck bed, grabbed the handrail and climbed into the car, fighting with the "enemy" inside the car.

Because the distance is too far.

Chen Mo couldn't see the fight clearly, but there was no doubt about it.

In a high-speed moving carriage, if you want to capture the enemy alive, you need not only the results of training, but also courage and the courage to fight.

Otherwise, it's just that kind of uneven ground.

The truck was just moving, and the body of the truck was bouncing around. People couldn't stand steadily on it without holding on to something, let alone fighting.

When everything calms down and a training session ends.

Looking at the venue, bursts of applause broke out instantly.

Chen Mo was also applauding. This was really amazing. The old scout from the 1990s was really awesome.

Moreover, this kind of training is really hard work.

When the next group was about to go on stage, Cheng Dong raised his hand and waved. He looked at Chen Mo with a smile on his face: "Xiucai, do you dare to go up and try?"

"Would you like to experience the subjects of our reconnaissance company?"

"I?"

Chen Mo was stunned when he heard this. It was not that he was unwilling, but it was too sudden.

Why are they suddenly targeting him?

Not to mention the scholar, even the old soldiers nearby were quite surprised.

Xiucai is really good. He can break the double military record in the three-kilometer light-equipped race, but that only proves that he runs fast and has good endurance.

Can he take this kind of training?

(End of this chapter)