Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 129 No, is 076 very special?

There are few new recruits, and they are all mixed in with the old soldiers.

Even if someone doesn't want to do something, they dare not keep complaining.

After being severely beaten, Yang Dali became much more obedient. He followed Chen Mo with a depressed look on his face, and sat on the ground in a daze, holding a porcelain bowl.

This damn bitter memory meal must also give the new recruits something to remember.

What the hell can they remember?

Everyone sat on the ground, staring at the bowl, and no one moved.

It may be that the living conditions and eating habits in different provinces are different.

Anyway, Henan Province is relatively poor. When Chen Mo was in junior high school, his family would occasionally make fried noodles, but the appearance was actually not as good as that in the army.

The ones I make at home are all made with sweet potato flour, which is black. After frying it, I add brown sugar and boil it in water to make it into a paste. It tastes okay if I eat it occasionally.

If you eat it every day, I'm afraid no one can stand it.

Chen Mo picked up some with his fingers and put it in his mouth to taste it. It didn't taste bad.

It tastes a bit salty, and you can occasionally see dried vegetable leaves mixed with khaki flour in the bowl.

"Deputy, what's that smell?"

Yang Dali also tasted some just now, but the old soldier's big pussy made it a little too strong and he couldn't taste it, so he squeezed in front of Chen Mo to ask.

"Try it, it's okay."

Chen Mo had experience in eating this kind of thing. He didn't put it into his mouth in big mouthfuls at first. He just grabbed it in his palm and ate it bit by bit like licking a packet of instant noodles.

The group of veterans in the distance were much more cunning.

Someone turned on the kettle, washed their hands briefly, poured the water into a bowl, and kneaded the fried noodles into a ball like kneading noodles, and ate it in small bites.

There are also some more raw ones, which are to put the fried noodles in your mouth first, and then drink water to neutralize it.

In short, the whole dining scene was quite unique, like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing off their magical powers.

Perhaps because he saw Chen Mo was eating quite seriously, Yang Dali put a large handful of food into his mouth, chewing while spraying his face with mist and commented: "It's really okay, but it's too dry."

"It's a bit of a waste to stir-fry the flour like this. It's better to make it into steamed buns."

"This is called the bitter memory meal, a tradition of the army. Eat it." Chen Mo didn't want to say more.

With them taking the lead, the new recruits nearby also began to follow their example and put the food into their mouths.

But these guys didn't learn anything well, just like Yang Dali, they started eating big mouthfuls.

There's nothing when you chew it.

When they were about to swallow, wow! Their necks stretched out like geese, their expressions more painful than eating arsenic, their faces ferocious as they kept raising their hands to rub their throats.

After finally swallowing the first mouthful of fried noodles, he shoved another big mouthful into his mouth with a "clang".

Even some people with stubborn tempers were so choked that they almost rolled their eyes. Even so, no one was willing to say a word.

There is no way. The gap between new recruits and veterans is almost the same as the gap between children and their parents when they were young.

If they are injured or have other problems, they will not speak up if they can avoid communicating with the veterans, because in most cases, they will not get answers when they speak up.

But: Why ask so many questions? Just do your job well.

Or maybe a few veterans nearby couldn't stand it anymore, so they picked up their water bottles, threw them on the ground, and cursed angrily: "Fuck, you all have pig brains!"

"You can choke yourself to death while eating? You can't drink water."

"Sergeant, I, we didn't bring a water bottle." A recruit swallowed hard.

They didn't have to participate in the competition, so they didn't bring a lot of equipment with them. Even if they did, they wouldn't keep it with them all the time.

They were all in the truck we were riding in.

"You didn't bring a water bottle and you can't even ask for it?"

The old soldier angrily unscrewed the lid and handed it to the brother who was choking and rolling his eyes: "Damn it, how can there be soldiers as stupid as you."

"Let me tell you, this is called fried noodles. Back then, our 63rd Army had problems with logistics during the war. Many of our veterans fighting on the battlefield developed night blindness due to lack of nutrition."

"At night, we had to be pulled along by other soldiers using sticks during the march. We couldn't even get fried noodles, and it wasn't just the soldiers who couldn't get them."

"None of the cadres, division commanders, or army commanders could get any food. Many were even poisoned from eating large amounts of wild vegetables because they were so hungry."

"On the battlefield, our ancestors fought tooth and nail to secure peace for us, yet you're just learning to eat fried noodles. What's there to complain about?"

“Watch!!”

The old soldier roared, put his porcelain bowl on the ground, picked up the kettle and poured some fresh water into the bowl.

Then, under the gaze of everyone, he didn't care whether his hands were dirty or not, and he just started to cook the fried noodles quickly.

He kneaded it into dry dough, grabbed the dough with both hands, and stuffed it into his mouth one bite at a time.

"Look, one day you will all go to the battlefield. We soldiers are born to fight. On the battlefield, no one will be willing to give us time to eat."

"As long as we are still alive, we must do everything we can to kill the enemy, to keep ourselves alive, and to keep our relatives and compatriots behind us alive."

"Always remember, only those who survive have the right to complain about being tired and to be picky. Do you understand?"

Because I ate too fast.

The old soldier was choking and feeling very uncomfortable. People from the anti-aircraft artillery brigade came over from a distance and handed him a few more kettles.

This is the army's mentoring and guidance. Some will, some inheritance, and even some backbone require veterans to lead the new recruits and pass them down from generation to generation.

Sooner or later, veterans will retire or leave the army.

But people like Chen Mo, Yang Dali, and Li Zhiang will sooner or later become veterans, veterans shouldering the sacred mission of mentoring and guiding others.

The old comrades all know what the bitter memory meal is. When an old soldier is teaching a new recruit, the old soldiers in a circle just watch silently, and no one makes a sound to disturb them.

The new recruits also began to learn from the old soldier, pouring the water in the kettle into the bowl, kneading it into dough little by little, and then stuffing it into their mouths.

The new recruits have simply been in the barracks for too short a time, and they can't adapt to many things quickly.

But this doesn't mean that they don't have backbone.

They stuffed dough into their mouths one by one, and the saying goes: Only those who survive have the right to complain of being tired.

It was also memorized by many new recruits.

This statement, if you really want to discuss it, actually has nothing to do with the history of the Third Infiltration Company. To be more precise, it has something to do with the ethos of the Reconnaissance Company. It's simply Cheng Dong's favorite saying.

Because their company history is so tragic. Looking back, there are many major battles, such as the battle related to fried noodles.

On that occasion, almost all units disappeared as a whole.

Later, when people often talked about Van Fleet's ammunition volume, they were referring to the 63th Division of their 189rd Army at that time.

In that battle, the 189th Division suffered a bombing of 4500 tons of explosives in one hour. Of the more than troops in the division, only less than a regiment was left to withdraw from the battlefield.

The reconnaissance company's spirit of continuous combat, daring to attack tough situations, and fighting as long as life lasts is not just talk.

Only those who survive can complain about being tired, and it is not just a slogan.

The fried noodles in the bowl were quickly eaten up.

Even the noodles in Chen Mo's bowl were eaten up.

I have to say, although this thing is hard to swallow when eaten dry, and too irritating to the throat when kneaded into dough, it is also very good when held in the mouth.

Usually, these young boys have huge appetites, and they were completely bloated by this bowl of fried noodles.

Just as the new recruits finished their bitter memory meals and handed over the porcelain bowls in their hands.

Instructor Huo Linshan also slowly walked over to Chen Mo with a bowl of fried noodles and sat down.

Just had dinner.

I never saw the company commander or the instructor, only the old soldiers were eating with me.

Many people thought that cadres had their own separate meals, but now they see that instructors eat the same food as them.

Everyone was dumbfounded and stared blankly.

Huo Linshan didn't care about the eyes around him. He added water to the bowl little by little, stirred it quickly with his fingers, and waited until he felt it was stirred enough.

Then he turned his head to look at Chen Mo and said with a smile: "Are you full? Do you want some more?"

"No need, instructor, I've eaten." Chen Mo shook his head hurriedly. He was not being polite, but he really couldn't eat anymore.

"what about you?"

Huo Linshan looked up at the other recruits again. Seeing that everyone shook their heads, he smiled, grabbed the dough, and stuffed it into his mouth. He said, "Comrades, the bitterness-recalling rice is not meant to make you reminisce or miss how hard life was in the past."

"But as soldiers, we must always remind ourselves not to forget the blood and tears of revenge, and not to forget the class suffering."

"I still remember when I first joined the army, our conditions were not as good as yours now. Back then, our bitter rice meal consisted of bean dregs from the bean mill. We would mix it with some wheat bran, wild vegetables, and cornmeal from the pig farm. It didn't taste good at all."

"The fried noodles you just ate are actually different from the ones we had before. They also contain dried vegetables and salt. They are much better than what our ancestors ate on the battlefield back then."

"But this kind of food is not available every day. Sometimes, even if you want to eat it, you can't."

"When the fighting got tough, the mountains were covered in snow and we had no choice but to eat snow and drink urine that was hard to swallow."

Huo Linshan spoke in a calm tone.

But for a moment, the entire artillery range was quiet.

Chen Mo had not experienced that era, but he understood the hardships of that era better than many new recruits.

In fact, if you really put yourself in their shoes, even if there is no war, you don’t have to face so many dangers.

How many people can stand eating fried noodles every day for several months?

"But it doesn't matter."

"Our ancestors survived. On the battlefield, who wouldn't be terrified when our enemies mention them?"

"So, comrades, we must always remember that we can only add to the honor laid by our ancestors, never subtract from it. Okay?"

"Yes, instructor."

The bitter-recalling meal and the company's ideological education made the group of new recruits excited.

I'm full of energy and I can't wait to rush to the track and run a few laps.

Chen Mo guessed that this sudden bitter memory meal might be a routine practice in military competitions.

It may also be related to the training that the company needs to provide to new recruits after they return to the company.

After all, after the competition is over, the company will be able to free up its hands to lead the new recruits, even Chen Mo himself could guess it.

He made such a fuss some time ago, the veterans in the company will definitely not let him go.

Anyway, the company is definitely not carrying out this kind of project for no reason.

Chen Mo thought about it for a long time but couldn't come up with anything.

Originally, he was thinking about finishing his meal with fried noodles and then doing ideological work.

Next, let’s take a lunch break at least.

Who can imagine.

The instructor had just finished his meal when Cheng Dong ran over. His expression was exactly the same as when Chen Mo was called to take the field during the shooting.

People came up.

Cheng Dong looked up and the first thing he said to Chen Mo was: "Scholar, in the next round of capturing prisoners, your pick is 076 again."

When saying this, Captain Cheng was also quite helpless.

Damn, in the entire scout competition, there are only two comprehensive subjects that are the most difficult, one of which is shooting.

Another is to capture prisoners.

Who would have thought that the scholar would be so lucky?

If shooting is a contest of military capabilities between individual soldiers, then capturing prisoners is a serious matter for those two reconnaissance companies.

Can Xiucai, a new recruit, withstand it?

Not to mention Cheng Dong, even the veterans standing by were stunned.

No, is this 076 so special?

At least half of the people in the company did not get the chance to play.

How come the scholar can still do this one after another?

(End of this chapter)