Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 126: Damn Scholar, You’ve Tricked Me Again

Cheng Dong hid behind and didn't dare to go over. Feng Hongbing seemed to have a deep impression of Chen Mo.

He pointed at him and introduced him to Chief of Staff Zhao Hongbo, who was standing beside him, saying, "Old Zhao, this is the new comrade from the 7th Armored Brigade who caught three spies years ago."

"Chen, Chen."

"Chen Mo, Chief, you can just call him Xiucai. It's a name that comes to mind." Seeing that Feng Hongbing couldn't remember, Chen Mo specially spoke up to remind him.

"Yes, scholar, haha."

Feng Hongbing raised his hand and patted Chen Mo's shoulder, pinched it, and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for a month, you have grown stronger."

"Being able to represent the reconnaissance company in the competition, it seems like you've been through a lot of hard training since joining the company. That's what being a soldier is like."

"Well, our anti-aircraft artillery brigade also welcomes you, young comrade."

"Come on!" Zhao Hongbo added from the side.

"Thank you, Chief!!"

Chen Mo raised his hand and saluted again.

A circle of old soldiers stood beside him, staring at the scholar with wide eyes, as he was chatting so happily with the brigade commander.

Everyone smacked their lips, not knowing what to say for a moment.

The officer in charge of registration saw that the private in front of him even knew the brigade commander. He pursed his lips and was too lazy to ask any more questions.

After checking the roster, let them go and start checking other people.

As the contestants continued to enter.

Chen Mo received more and more attention, including from the veteran reconnaissance soldiers on the anti-aircraft artillery side, who would cast their glances over from time to time.

But they are not surprised, they are just curious.

You know, a scout competition is not something a private can get involved in.

Due to the reform of the non-commissioned officer system a few years ago, privates were uniformly promoted to corporals ahead of schedule. Currently, all the military ranks seen in the barracks are new recruits who joined the army last December.

It's been less than four months since he joined the army, and we can meet him in a competition arena. Isn't this nonsense?

A group of old hands in their twenties and twenties, with an eighteen or nineteen-year-old hanging out, makes everyone feel uncomfortable.

The people in the anti-aircraft artillery brigade don’t know what Chen Mo’s abilities are. After all, catching spies depends on luck.

He's trying to get a second-class merit by ramming into someone else's body. What the hell can we do about it?

But the problem is, a private has sneaked in. If he wins, I will be embarrassed, but if I beat him, there will be nothing to brag about.

What's even more asshole is that the private's loss is understandable.

Damn, no matter how I calculate it, this is a loss.

Facing gazes from all directions, Chen Mo remained calm. He kept staring at the pistol shooting range in the distance, waiting for all personnel to enter.

He was calm, but other veterans in the company were very worried.

The veteran closest to Chen Mo walked over and pointed toward the shooting range in the distance and said, "Do you see the pistol on the table?"

"That's a Type 54 pistol. It holds eight rounds and has an effective range of 50 meters. I heard you're pretty good at rifle shooting."

"But I remind you, a pistol and a rifle are two different things. The Type 54 and our Type 91 are also two different things. If you shoot a bullet at a -meter target, it will go off if it's fired meters."

"You'll see how it goes later. If you can hit two out of five bullets, it won't be too embarrassing."

Depend on!
What does it mean that you only need to hit the target with two out of five bullets?

Do I look that bad?
Chen Mo turned his head and looked at the old soldier who was whispering to him. He rolled his eyes and said nothing.

As for the Type 91 four-barreled dagger gun, Chen Mo really had no confidence at all that he could hit the target at a distance of twenty meters.

The original intention of designing that thing was to achieve surprise in close combat, but when it comes to the Type 54 pistol, this is the thing Chen Mo used most often for target practice when he was at the Shimen Military Academy.

There is no way. The formalization and modernization of military academies in this era have just started recently, and there are much fewer command courses than in later generations. In normal times, the main focus is on practical combat skills.

But a military academy is not a military unit after all, and the shooting range is limited. In addition, influenced by the thinking of the older generation, they believe that officers should be equipped with pistols.

Therefore, pistol shooting is extremely frequent in military academies, and it is almost the top subject, if not the most important one.

Chen Mo didn't worry about his grades at all.

From the beginning to the end, it was always other people who were worrying about it.

This is not.

Until now, Cheng Dong is still standing far away and unwilling to come closer. Our Captain Cheng, who has always been strong in his life, really cannot accept that the company he leads is at the bottom.

I don’t know whether it was intentional by the ordnance officer of the anti-aircraft artillery brigade, or whether Chen Mo’s luck has returned.

Only nine people can go to the pistol shooting range at a time. Three companies will send out three people from each group. Chen Mo was selected from the first group.

Hear the number 076 being read out.

Chen Mo stretched his arms and prepared to go on stage. He was not in a hurry, but the two veterans in the company were anxious.

They ran over, one helped rub the right hand, and the other helped rub the left hand.

"Xiucai, brother, you're in the first group. You have to fight hard and try to hit three plates. As long as you don't make a fool of yourself, I'll brush your rubber shoes for two days after we get back."

"Yes, be steady. We don't mind being slow. Even if we're the last one to shoot, we must make sure we don't miss any of them."

"You bastard, don't you wish me well?"

Chen Mo left the two old hands aside and walked into the arena with his head held high amid the worried gazes of the veterans.

The rapid-fire pistol range is very small, not only the space is small, but the targets are also small.

Chen Mo came to shooting position No. 3 and looked at the target twenty meters away. The target was made of iron pipe.

There are five layers in total, each as tall as a person. From low to high, there is a white porcelain plate in the middle of each layer.

There is a small red banner on the top of each porcelain plate.

Chen Mo had encountered this kind of rapid-fire field before. As long as the plate was broken, the banner supported by the plate would fall down. In the army, it was called a flipping target. It was convenient for ordnance personnel and observers to record who had the fastest shooting action.

After all, once the gun is fired, fragments will fly everywhere, and without something conspicuous like a banner, it is difficult to really distinguish them.

20 meters, using a pistol, hitting plates in different positions. With such a high difficulty, it’s no wonder that no one in the reconnaissance company believed in Xiucai’s ability.

If you haven't practiced this thing, you won't be able to hit it at ten meters, let alone twenty meters.

As the first group of nine people arrived, the armorer picked up the Type 54 pistols and holsters on the table and gave each person a set.

Chen Mo lowered his head to check his gun skills.

In the waiting area at the back, a group of veterans began to secretly speculate that Xiucai must be confused.

After all, a dagger gun and this kind of pistol are really different.

Even Cheng Dong was sitting on the ground in the distance, smoking a cigarette, without even turning his head towards this side.

Only Huo Linshan remained calm, looking up at the shooting range.

"Miller, fire the bullet!!"

As new instructions were issued, Chen Mo quickly put the gun into the holster at his waist, pulled out the magazine, held it in his right hand, and put his hands behind his back.

He extended his left hand to catch the bullet.

When five brown-gray bullets that felt cold to the touch were delivered to his hands, there were basically no armorers standing behind other contestants, except for two standing behind Chen Mo.

Always be on guard against him. Chen Mo also knew what was going on, but after all, we were new recruits and had not received much ideological education, so it was normal for him to be nervous.

"Stand up and press the bullet!"

When the command came, Chen Mo quickly stretched out his right hand from behind his back and pressed the bullets into the magazine one by one.

"Hit the target!!"

The order is issued.

Chen Mo quickly took out his gun, loaded the magazine, loaded the gun, held the gun, pressed his legs down, and his arm muscles tensed in an instant.

He hasn't shot a pistol for a long time, but he has shot a lot of rifles recently, even though there is a big difference between the two.

But it was enough to activate his previous shooting experience.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Almost in an instant, Chen Mo had used up five bullets, and the plate corresponding to target number three shattered.

Fragments flew everywhere.

Red banners unfolded, replacing the original CDs.

Chen Mo fired so fast that the veterans at the nearby targets didn't dare to fire so hard.

He had already kept holding the gun and stopped shooting.

“What the hell?!!”

In the waiting area, the veteran who had been staring at target number three saw that the scholar was the first to empty his bullets, and all the red banners on the corresponding targets flipped down.

The group of veterans were shocked.

Isn’t the contrast too big?

Even a veteran soldier who has experienced hundreds of battles would not dare to shoot at such a speed at a twenty-meter target.

Fast, but only relatively fast, you can't lose sight of the target.

"Haha."

Huo Linshan was staring at the shooting range. He also saw that the scholar's target was the first to light up the banner. Old Huo threw away his cigarette butt with a "bang".

He kicked Cheng Dong who was squatting next to him and said, "Old Cheng, hurry up and look, the scholar is done beating."

“How many missed the target?”

Cheng Dong asked cautiously.

"What the hell, a few missed the target, but I hit all five shots and was the first one to finish."

"Really?"

Cheng Dong's face froze, and he stood up half-believingly. When he looked at the shooting range in the distance.

The first group of nine people have finished shooting and are testing their guns.

There were two targets, and only the bottom disc was missed. It was obvious that five bullets were fired in a short period of time, and the shooting angles were too different. Not everyone can master the essentials of pistol shooting.

Cheng Dong, who had just been in the mood to visit a grave, immediately set off and ran quickly towards the waiting area of ​​the shooting range.

"Comrade, who is the first place in the first group?"

Cheng Dong stood by the cordon, stretching his head to ask.

The observer who was in charge of recording the results froze for a moment when he heard the question. He then subconsciously said, "Target number three, the new recruit."

"Damn it, you're the new recruit."

Chen Mo's pistol had just been taken away. When he turned around, he heard someone calling him like that in person and couldn't help but spit.

This is a common problem among veterans, even though he is indeed a rookie.

"Scholar, come on, come on, haha."

Cheng Dong fully demonstrated what it meant to be "arrogant in front and servile behind". He felt ashamed just now. The face of the Seventh Division and the reconnaissance company was about to be lost.

In the blink of an eye.

The smile on her face is as brilliant as a blooming daisy.

"Hello, Captain."

Chen Mo quickly ran to Cheng Dong and stood at attention.

"Okay, okay, you're such a hidden talent. Damn it, you can masturbate, why didn't you say anything?"

"I don't know either. Maybe I was inspired by the company commander. He wanted to be absolutely fast and accurate, so I just shot it that way."

Chen Mo spoke frankly. After all, he knew a lot of things and it was impossible for him to tell you everything.

But these words came out.

Not only Cheng Dong was stunned, but also a group of veterans in the company nearby were stunned.

No, is this even possible?

It happened quite suddenly. The old soldier in the company suddenly remembered when he had just agreed to the competition with the scholar.

At that time, I was really annoyed by this kid, so I wanted to let the people from the anti-aircraft artillery brigade see how disgusting Xiucai was.

I didn't expect it to come true so soon.

Because, a private took first place in the first group.

The people from the 7th Armored Brigade felt surprised and unbelievable at most, but no matter what, first place was on their side.

But the soldiers from the other two companies looked as if they had swallowed a few flies, which was extremely disgusting.

Damn, losing to a private is so embarrassing that it’s hard to tell others about it.

Cheng Dong was stunned for only a moment.

I couldn't help but put my hands on my hips and laugh, I felt so happy.

Mainly because it feels good.

Xiucai was able to win first place in the company, which made him more proud than other veterans winning first place.

But where some are happy, others must be sad.

For example, there are more than 20 veterans left in the company who have not yet had their turn to fight.

Damn, the privates won first place in the first game. There were ninety people and they had to fight ten games in total.

What to do with the next eight games?

In an instant, a cool feeling rose from the back.

This feeling is both familiar and fucked up.

Because the twenty-seven people left in the waiting area who had not yet gone on stage had already seen the company commander, who was looking at them with a smile on his face.

That smile makes people feel a chilling panic.

Damn scholar, you’ve screwed us again.

A group of veterans wailed in their hearts.

(End of this chapter)