Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 47 It’s OK to hurt, I’m also a half-experienced Chinese medicine practitioner

"Five hundred years have passed, and even the most stubborn rocks are covered with moss, covered with moss."

In the dormitory, Yang Dali was mopping the floor with a mop in his hand, occasionally looking at the swaying poplars outside the window and howling miserably.

"Brothers, I finally understand how Sun Wukong felt when he was pressed under the Five Finger Mountain. I feel like I am the monkey under the mountain now."

"Our squad leader is the Tathagata who suppresses me."

It’s good to be young. Originally, the atmosphere in Class 8 was a bit depressed because the training was too tiring.

Yang Dali cried and wailed, sang, and expressed his feelings about life, which made the group of new recruits temporarily forget the pain in their bodies.

"Oh, I wish I were a monkey. I would definitely be the fastest runner today, definitely not Lao Chen."

Feng Junling shook his head as he folded the quilt. He turned to look at Chen Mo and said, "Deputy Squad Leader, I heard those old soldiers always call you Scholar. That's not a nice nickname. You memorized that red book so quickly. You should be called Champion."

"Just like Xu Shilin, wearing a bright red official robe, that style suits you."

"I can't handle this." Chen Mo fixed his own quilt with his butt sticking out. After checking it, he stood up and took the mop from Yang Dali and said with a smile: "Dali, go and fold the quilt quickly, and the other brothers should hurry up too."

"Let's get our house in order first."

"We can't waste time, otherwise I won't know who the monkey is, and Tathagata Buddha will definitely be here soon."

The old man has already established his authority in the eyes of the new recruits. Who wouldn't be afraid of him if he keeps hitting and kicking people?

Hearing Chen Mo mention the squad leader, they did not dare to delay and sped up their actions as a whole.

Originally, Chen Mo mentioned Lao Pao mainly because he wanted to chat without delaying the business and get it done quickly.

But just as he took the mop, he heard shouting from downstairs.

"Class Eight, where are the people from Class Eight?"

"coming."

Chen Mo ran out of the dormitory with a mop in hand. Seeing him coming out, the old soldier downstairs looked up and shouted: "Scholar, the third platoon leader said you should tidy up your house as soon as possible."

"Gather at the drill area in ten minutes, with a broom and a shovel."

"Yes, monitor."

After receiving the order, Chen Mo turned back to the dormitory and said, "Brothers, speed up your work, there will be more work soon."

"Hey, so-and-so, you can't fix the quilt after you fold it. Come over and mop the floor. I'll fix it."

Time is limited, so I'll tidy up the house a little bit and make it presentable.

Chen Mo led his men to the utility room next to the washroom downstairs. Each man held a shovel or a large broom, and they lined up and came to the location originally designated by Lao Pao for exercise.

At this time, many classes had already gathered on the training ground, and the training was varied. Some were familiarizing themselves with the basic formations, while others were lying on the ground, as if practicing push-ups.

It is normal for this situation to occur during physical fitness week. The core of the training outline is to improve physical fitness, and other requirements are generally not high.

Lao Pao saw the class coming over and pointed around, saying, "Check around, clear away any stones on the ground, and flatten any uneven areas with a shovel."

"Chen Mo, go walk around the camp and pick up seven fist-sized rocks. Hurry up."

"Yes."

After Chen Mo responded, he turned and ran towards the wall of the barracks.

Along the way, he was wondering in his heart, sweeping the ground, brushing off the soil and picking up stones, what on earth was he trying to practice?

Although he has served in the military, the training involved varies depending on the branch of the military.

However, this doubt was completely cleared up after Chen Mo brought back a pile of stones.

Lao Pao had gathered the whole class by this time. He pointed at the stone egg that Chen Mo had brought back and said loudly: "One stone for each of you, hold it between your crotch."

"Next, watch me demonstrate the moves. Don't let any rocks fall to the ground while you do it."

The veteran rolled up his sleeves and stood at attention in front of the whole class of new recruits: "Prepare for the reverse action!"

"fall!!"

Lao Pao roared, his entire body leaning forward. Just as his chest was about to touch the ground, he stretched out his arms and supported his body with his elbows. "Is it easy?"

Lao Pao stood up and clapped his hands: "Next, let's practice the front fall of the fall. Does anyone know what unit we are?"

"Reporting to the brigade's armored reconnaissance company."

Chen Mo answered loudly that the company commander had introduced them when the whole company organized its first assembly, but the other recruits were just experiencing the military camp for the first time.

Even if you tell them what unit it is, they won't be able to remember it because they have no idea about it at all.

"The squad leader is right. Does anyone know what a reconnaissance company is?"

"Report, the troops who always rush to the front line are always the bravest company. Heroic courage is the soul of the scouts. The mission of the reconnaissance company is to dare to charge into battle and serve as a vanguard for the main force in the rear."

Veteran:
At this moment, he already understood the feelings of the company commander and the instructor when they were trying to do ideological work on Chen Mo.

Damn it, I can’t even get a word in.

"Cough." Lao Pao coughed lightly and waved his hand. This time he learned his lesson and stopped asking questions.

Instead, he said directly: "What Chen Mo said just now is very correct. The first requirement for a scout is courage and fearlessness of sacrifice."

"You will be assigned to various units in the future. You may not become scouts, but no matter where you go, remember that as a soldier you must be brave and ruthless."

"Be ruthless not only to your enemies but also to yourself. Only then will your enemies be afraid of you on the battlefield."

"Understand?"

"clear!!"

"Okay, everyone, get ready."

When the command was given, all the new recruits in Class 8 clamped the stones in their crotches tightly. Only now did they understand the purpose of clamping the stones.

"fall!"

Chen Mo had practiced the inverted technique before, but he didn't have much contact with it. It was mainly for the purpose of familiarizing himself with the fighting technique. Motorized infantrymen don't pay much attention to this.

But even if you have eaten pork, you have seen a pig run. After hearing the command, Chen Mo closed his eyes and forced his legs not to bend subconsciously.

It fell to the ground with a "bang".

At this moment, Chen Mo felt as if his neck was suddenly stepped on, and it was painful.

"I told you to fall, why are you kneeling? It's not New Year's yet, get up."

Chen Mo opened his eyes and turned around to see Lao Pao's roar. Wow! What a guy!

In the entire Class 8, except for him and Li Zhiang who were lying on the ground, the remaining five were all kneeling on the ground.

"Report, squad leader, I can't fix it. My neck hurts too much."

Feng Junling raised his hand and rubbed his neck, crying like a bitter melon.

Lao Pao knew that this guy's neck had been ridden by someone in the morning, but he didn't curse. He walked over and groped Feng Junling's neck with his hands for a while: "That's enough, it hurts."

"Hold your head up high. I am also a half-experienced Chinese medicine practitioner. I am far from dying."

After finishing the matter with the hemp pole, when Lao Pao turned around and walked up to Li Zhiang, even he was startled.

The first time the whole class practiced the head-down exercise, only Chen Mo and Li Zhiang lay down.

But Chen Mo's movements were standard, and he was fine except for being shocked, while Li Zhiang's nose was bleeding, and it looked quite serious.

Lao Pao squatted on the ground, looked at the ground, then looked at Li Zhiang, bared his teeth and said: "You are a ruthless person."

"More cruel than me."

"I only dare to use my arms to support myself, and you use your face?"

As he spoke, Lao Pao reached out and touched Li Zhiang's nose bridge. After confirming that it was neither crooked nor collapsed, he pointed to the empty space next to him and cursed: "Go stand aside."

"Tilt your head back and count out loud. When you reach three hundred, come back and join the team!"

(End of this chapter)