Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 34: Find out the truth and make up your mind, share the same hatred and enemy

After all, whoever leads the soldiers feels the most pain.

As soon as Cheng Dong stretched out his finger, Lao Pao's figure appeared six or seven meters away.

The new recruits in Class 8 who were originally resting nearby looked at each other, stood up at the same time, and followed the veteran’s footsteps when they saw their squad leader leave.

"Stop!!"

Lao Pao caught up with Chen Mo and shouted at him.

He reached out and grabbed Chen Mo's military coat from behind, walked quickly around to his front, and looked him up and down.

When he found that there was nothing wrong with Chen Mo except that his cheeks were red from the cold and cold sweat was oozing from his forehead.

Especially those eyes, which had been running for most of the day, were brighter and more vivid than usual.

Judging from his expression, he doesn't look like anything is wrong.

Lao Pao suddenly relaxed and said unhappily, "What's wrong with you? Didn't you notice that all the classes were stopped?"

At this time, the other recruits in Class 8 also gathered around. Li Zhiang originally wanted to get closer to see Chen Mo's condition, but was pushed to the back by Yang Dali and Feng Junling.

"Chen Mo, are you okay?" Yang Dali waved his hand in front of Chen Mo, his face full of worry.

Looking at the crowd that suddenly surrounded him, Chen Mo took a series of deep breaths to suppress the burning pain in his lungs, and then felt his breathing become smoother.

Then he looked at the veteran and the new recruits of Class 8: "I'm fine, what are you doing here?"

"How dare you ask."

Feng Junling curled his lips and pointed at Cheng Dong's location: "We stopped running a long time ago. We kept watching you run and couldn't stop, so the company commander got anxious."

"We all thought something happened to you."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense." Lao Pao reached out and pushed aside the people surrounding him.

"The company commander wants to see you. Let's finish our morning exercises now. Go ahead."

Zhou Yongjie can understand that the new recruits are very motivated and want to make a big splash when they first arrive at the camp.

It's all reasonable.

But it’s not that shocking.

According to the survey results from previous years, it would be quite good if new comrades could persist in running three or four laps.

But Chen Mo insisted on running nearly twelve laps. Everyone in the company stared at him for a long time, and Lao Pao was really worried that something might happen to him.

I knew it was the company commander looking for me.

Chen Mo quickly straightened his coat which was a little askew due to running, and raised his hand to straighten his leather hat.

Follow Lao Pao and walk towards the company commander's location.

"Hello, company commander!"

"Hahaha, you are such a talented scholar! When I first heard about you, I thought you were just a weakling who played with pen and ink."

"I didn't expect that there would be a Wu Xiucai in our company."

Cheng Dong nodded and saw Chen Mo coming over with steady steps. He had run nearly five kilometers, and although his face was red, he was not out of breath.

He stepped forward and punched Chen Mo twice in the chest.

Although the force was not great, it was fortunate that the other party was his own company commander. Otherwise, with Chen Mo's temper, he would have kicked him twice.

No one would start boxing right away when they meet.

Although Chen Mo complained, he still took the two punches and stood there without moving.

Look at his posture.

A hint of surprise flashed across Cheng Dong's face.

Wow, it seems this guy hasn’t reached his limit yet.

"Yeah, he's a good soldier."

Captain Cheng nodded again, his expression of admiration for talent clearly evident on his face.

The reconnaissance company does not accept bad soldiers. When the brigade political commissar first handed Chen Mo over to Cheng Dong, he was thinking of arranging a clerical job for him in the future, after all, his handwriting was beautiful.

It is more useful to help the company write a report or an official document.

This can be considered as an explanation to the political commissar.

Now it seems that I was too narrow-minded.

Cheng Dong stared at Chen Mo for a few times. Taking advantage of his excitement, he raised his hands and clapped his hands: "Come on, come on, all classes, come here. No need to line up. I have an announcement to make."

The company commander called out, and all the new recruits who were watching the fun gathered around. "Today's morning exercises are a survey of each class. To be honest, I'm very dissatisfied with the overall situation."

"You have the worst performance in the initial assessment of all the recruits I have ever led."

"Do you know why your squad leader ignored the new comrades who couldn't hold on just now?"

Without waiting for anyone to respond, Cheng Dong continued, "That's because I'm worried that you'll get tired and won't be able to run."

"But look at the scholar in Class Eight. Does he have more legs or arms than you?"

Company Commander Cheng, with a fierce look on his face, pushed Chen Mo in front of the crowd, put his hands on his hips and shouted, "I'm telling you, there's nothing. He's a new recruit, and so are you."

"Since you've put on this military uniform, you must live up to your status as a soldier. If you're out of breath after running a few steps, how can you still call yourself a soldier?"

"Let me tell you one more thing. Some classes may already know this."

"Our brigade headquarters has decided to hold a recruit competition with the new recruits from the 82nd Motorized Infantry Brigade. Do you know what a competition is?"

"That's from another unit. There's a group of people who joined the army with you. They want to fight us. Whoever wins will be honored and proud, and the headquarters will even give them a commendation."

"If you lose, you're a coward, a wimp."

"Are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid!!"

Some people at the scene may not be able to react when I talk about the recruit competition, but when I talk about fighting.

Who wouldn't understand that?

The new recruits raised their heads and yelled, fearing that if they made less noise, people around them would think they were cowards.

Seeing all the new recruits in the company shouting loudly, it seemed that they were united in fighting a common enemy.

Cheng Dong smiled with satisfaction and said, "Okay, I knew there were no cowardly soldiers in our Second Company who were afraid."

"Let me tell you again, ten years ago, our third platoon's platoon leader, Zhou, beat up the platoon leader of the opposing 82nd Brigade."

"They're really trying to beat us. We're not afraid of them, but we can't slack off in training either."

"If I find anyone in any class getting out of breath after running a few steps or feeling tired after standing for two minutes during future training, don't blame me for punishing you."

"do you understand?"

"clear!!"

"Okay, each class, take it back, clean up, and tidy up."

"Dismissed!!"

The other classes left one after another under the leadership of their class leaders.

But on the eighth squad's side, Chen Mo was still standing in front of the company commander, and Lao Pao didn't say a word, so the other soldiers in the squad could only wait.

After the other classes have left the training ground.

Cheng Dong looked at Chen Mo with a slightly surprised expression: "Xiucai, do you know about the new recruits competition?"

"Report to the company commander."

Chen Mo straightened up: "I know, the old squad leader has already told me."

"Please rest assured, Company Commander, Instructor, and Squad Leader. As long as we, Squad Eight, and our squad leader, are here, no one else can take away the first place in the competition."

"Haha, good, I just like your energy."

Cheng Dong smiled and patted Chen Mo's shoulder: "I was wondering just now. According to Lao Pao's temperament, he wouldn't tell you without clear notice."

"But things are different now. The higher-ups have already issued a notice and finalized the competition. Our 7th Brigade and the 82nd Brigade will each reserve one meritorious award spot at the upcoming awards ceremony."

“Whoever comes first will get the prize.”

"I didn't say anything about other classes because your class is led by Lao Pao. You, class eight, must fight for Lao Pao's honor."

"Are you confident?"

"Have!!"

Chen Mo took the lead, and Yang Dali, Feng Junling and others followed suit.

They all shouted and their words were loud

Lao Pao stood a little further away, watching the soldiers he led, especially Chen Mo's performance.

His expression was full of relief.

(End of this chapter)