Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 31 No, do you really know how to do this?

Li Zhiang was taken to the outside corner to be punished.

But the few people left in the class didn't feel relieved at all.

After all, no one wants a comrade-in-arms who likes to tell tales, right?
Especially Yang Dali and Feng Junling, the two parties involved, even urged other recruits to go out and watch together.

Chen Mo realized that something was wrong, so he quickly stepped forward and called out to everyone.

"Let's not join in the fun. Making the quilt is the most important thing. This is what the squad leader specifically instructed us to do in the cafeteria just now."

"Don't delay."

After finding a suitable excuse, Chen Mo dragged everyone back to the dormitory.

It's not that he's deliberately meddling.

There is no justification for Li Zhiang's behavior of backstabbing his classmates. He is detested by all gods and ghosts.

No one in Class 8 cared about him.

But if we allow these guys to join in the fun, watch their classmates being punished, and even grin in joy.

The nature of that is probably not much better than Li Zhiang's.

It could be even worse.

As a soldier, you can be reckless, stupid, or even have no vision at all. It doesn't matter.

But we must not be disunited.

This is the bottom line, it cannot be touched.

Although Chen Mo is also a new recruit in the class, he is still considered the "senior brother" in terms of seniority.

He is very good at speaking.

It didn't take much effort to organize Yang Dali, Ma Gan and others to continue squatting on the ground and folding their quilts.

Chen Mo also returned to his post, carrying a small stool and continuing his protracted battle with the quilt.

Only occasionally would his attention be focused on Li Zhiang outside the door.

Chen Mo didn't count exactly how many times this guy was punished to report, but one thing was certain, it was no less than three hundred times.

There were always veterans standing nearby to supervise.

About twenty minutes passed, and Lao Pao still didn't show up.

Instead, Wang Yingjie, the deputy class leader of Class 7 next door, came back. This time, he was holding a stack of small red notebooks in his hand.

Come to the dormitory.

Deputy Captain Wang threw all the notebooks onto the table at the door with a "bang".

Then he looked up at Chen Mo and said, "Scholar, please distribute the Little Red Book to everyone in your class."

"After you get it, be careful not to lose it. You have to memorize everything in the Little Red Book. You have to work hard. The company will conduct random checks at any time and will also organize written tests."

Wang Yingjie gave a few simple instructions, probably because there were other things to deal with in the class. Without waiting for anyone to respond, he left in a hurry.

Chen Mo stood up and walked to the table. He took a closer look at the so-called Little Red Book and immediately said with a smile: "Come on, brothers, there is work to do."

"Everyone should memorize one copy."

As he spoke, Chen Mo grabbed the Little Red Book and threw it to several new recruits nearby.

Yang Dali, Zhu Gaituan and others were just having a hard time with their quilts when they saw something else to do.

He was quite active. He took the little red book that Chen Mo threw to him and couldn't wait to open it and read it.

The Little Red Book mentioned by Wang Yingjie is actually the fourth edition of the Joint Regulations of the military revised in 1990. This thing can be understood as school rules.

However, school rules are behavioral norms for students, and common regulations are requirements specifically for soldiers.

The name Xiaohongshu is actually quite appropriate. In some places, it is also called pocket book.

The whole thing is wrapped in a red book cover and is about the size of an adult's palm.

The front of the book is printed with gold letters on a red background, with the "Internal Affairs Regulations", "Drill Regulations" and "Discipline Regulations".

As for what later generations called the "Secrecy Regulations", it is not currently included in the joint regulations. It is now called the "Ten Prohibitions of the Confidentiality Code".

It is usually only taught in class meetings or on Saturdays when the instructor gives political classes.

After sending it to others, Chen Mo stood at the door of the dormitory and opened Xiaohongshu to take a look. When he saw that the content inside was exactly the same as what he remembered, there was no difference.

He didn't look at it carefully and just stuffed the Little Red Book into his pocket.

Because of the contents of the fourth edition of the Joint Regulations, Chen Mo can be said to be familiar with it to the extreme.

Even after so many years, I have never forgotten it.

It's not just because Chen Mo's memory is a little better than that of ordinary people, but more importantly, it's really "engraved in his mind". After all, it's a rule of conduct, and if you violate any of them, you will be punished, so you must remember it firmly.

Some texts that were often memorized in high school, such as "Peach Blossom Spring", can be recited by many people after many years by the beginning "During the Taiyuan period of the Jin Dynasty, people from Wuling made a living by fishing...", not to mention things like rules and regulations that are more stringent to remember and are even less likely to be forgotten.

After distributing the Little Red Book to everyone in the class, I saw that there was still one book left on the table.

After much deliberation, Chen Mo finally decided to leave it there and had no intention of sending it to Li Zhiang.

Maybe I’m more interested in Xiaohongshu.

Yang Dali and his friends had completely lost interest in folding their quilts, and acted like old pedants.

Either move a stool to sit on, or just sit on the bed and read with great interest.

But before they could calm down and watch for a while, their true colors were revealed, some scratching their heads, some worried.

Yang Dali made a bitter face and complained: "Ah, this thing is about back?"

"What the hell is this? It looks like it has more words than the Xinhua Dictionary. How do I memorize it?"

"I don't think it's a question of whether it's rich or not." Yue Jinyuan supported his cheek with his right hand, and his whole face was stretched even more exaggeratedly, longer than a donkey's face.

"Memorization should at least be easy to understand. This formation change, middle finger against trouser seam, lower jaw raised about 15 degrees, I can't even understand what it means when I read it, how can I memorize it?"

Several people were complaining enthusiastically, as if they had suddenly found a common topic, and the more they talked, the more excited they became.

But I saw Chen Mo put down the little red book in his hand, picked up the stool and prepared to continue folding the quilt.

The skinny Feng Junling scratched his head, looked at Chen Mo and sighed: "Chen Mo is still steady. He knew this thing was difficult to memorize, but he didn't even look at it. Damn it, I won't look at it either."

Hearing the topic being brought to him, Chen Mo grinned and said half-jokingly: "Who said I didn't even look at it? I just flipped through it once, and I don't think it's difficult. If you ask me to memorize it, it's a piece of cake."

"Bullshit, can you memorize this thing after reading it once?" Yang Dali didn't agree with Chen Mo's statement at all, and shook his head like a rattle.

"I'll bet twenty cents to anyone who can read it once and memorize it."

"Look at how petty you are. I bet fifty cents." Feng Junling stiffened his neck, his face full of confidence.

When it comes to gambling, everyone finally becomes interested.

Zhu Gaituan, Yue Jinyuan and Wei Jiahao all joined in, and the stakes rose from fifty cents to two dollars.

Fortunately, the squad leader was not there, and Chen Mo also felt like playing around. He put the bench he was using to press the quilt on the ground and sat down on it.

He clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Since you don't believe it, then try it."

"I've just flipped through it and thought about it, and I've basically memorized the contents. Who wants to give it a try?"

"Just try it."

Yang Dali dragged the bench under his butt and came to Chen Mo. The smile on his face was like a blooming dogtail flower.

He held up the Little Red Book, avoiding Chen Mo's sight and covering the sides of the book: "Formation Regulations, Article 20, memorize it."

"What is the name of Article 20?" Chen Mo looked up and asked.

He could indeed recite the three major regulations, but not word for word. Considering his military experience, he could just say the name of each one.

Only then can you memorize it relatively accurately based on your memory.

"Change your footwork, carry it on your back." Yang Dali raised his eyebrows, very confident.

But Chen Mo is more confident than him.

Reaching out to wrap his arms around his right leg, Chen Mo leaned back slightly before reciting, "Step changes always start with the left foot."

"March, goose step, switch positions. When you hear the command, take another step with your right foot."

As Chen Mo recited faster and faster, he became more and more proficient.

In the dormitory of Class 8, a group of new recruits who were just there to join in the fun suddenly widened their eyes.

His eyes were filled with shock.

No, after all this time, you really can do it?
(End of this chapter)