Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 82: Competing on the same stage, who brings out the more powerful soldiers?
This went on for several minutes. Cheng Dong did nothing but whistle and circled around Hu Degan left and right.

It's so cheap and disgusting, and it's extremely sarcastic.

Captain Hu was so angry that veins on his forehead were popping out and cold sweat was pouring out. He was about to lose control of his temper and was about to start a fight.

Cheng Dongcai let him go, straightened his back, reached out to tug at the corner of his clothes, and strode towards the finish line with satisfaction.

Seeing Chen Mo sitting in the open space to rest, still about 20 or 30 meters away from him, Cheng Dong's mouth stretched from ear to ear.

The admiration and excitement in his eyes could not be suppressed.

I saw the company commander coming.

Chen Mo quickly stood up and stood at attention: "Hello, Captain."

"Okay, okay, sit down."

Cheng Dong raised his hand and patted Chen Mo's shoulder, not caring about the group of motorized infantrymen from the 82nd Brigade who had crossed the finish line and were glaring at him.

He sat down on the ground and just kept shouting: "Have a good rest. Don't be proud of winning first place. That's not advisable."

"After a good rest, in the next elimination match, I will continue to teach them what competition is."

"Understand?"

"I understand, Captain."

Chen Mo nodded heavily and cooperated very well.

Running 5,000 meters without any effort shouldn't be so tiring.

If the competition had divided the recruits from the two brigades into batches, Chen Mo's results might have been better, and he would have had some energy left after finishing the race.

If everyone is put on the track at the same time, no one can focus on speed, let alone run at their own pace.

Because some people will do bad things and some people will get in the way.

Even if others did not do it on purpose, there were a lot of people on the left and a lot of people on the right side of the track, constantly changing directions, which was a huge test of physical fitness.

But Chen Mo had nothing to complain about.

Competition is a process of survival of the fittest.

Not far from him, the group of top motorcycle riders were also sitting there, panting like old oxen that had just plowed the fields.

He was dozens of meters away from Chen Mo, and kept looking up at this side. He might be unwilling, or he might be saying bad things about the scholar in private.

But after a competition, these top students learned their lesson and were no longer as impulsive as they were before the meal.

Although there will be a big gap in the score record after losing a game, it will not completely lead to the loss of the first place. There is still a chance in the next competition.

People have also learned to calmly accumulate strength and try to compete again.

The company commander and Lao Pao sat for a while, and seeing that Chen Mo was indeed fine, they left the kettle there and left.

Chen Mo adjusted his breathing.

While resting, he watched the new recruits crossing the finish line one by one on the track. Most of them felt their legs go weak and almost collapsed on the ground, but they still insisted on walking to a distance.

Of course, some people who were not very discerning sat close to the finish line and were scolded and driven away by the veterans who were responsible for recording the results.

As time passes little by little.

After the twenty minutes were up, the veteran pulled up the rope again to remind those behind him not to continue running.

When notifications are completely eliminated.

In Class 8, in addition to Chen Mo who passed, Yang Dali, Li Zhiang, Zhu Gaituan, and Yue Jinyuan also reached the finish line within 20 minutes.

The two brothers, Wei Jiahao and Feng Junling, were stopped on the runway.

Looking at the dark crowd in the distance, I was eliminated because I was too slow.

Yang Dali half-leaned back, his hands pressed to the ground. With a trace of sadness on his face, he said, "Damn, this elimination was pretty cruel."

"We killed over 200 people in the first round, right?"

"It seems to me that the ones eliminated the most are ours. There aren't many from the 82nd Brigade."

"You're not mistaken. At least half of this group came with us."

Chen Mo looked at the situation in the distance and smacked his lips.

Then he reached out and took the number plate handed to him by the veteran. He was exhausted when he arrived at the finish line just now, and first place was easy to remember.

The veteran who was in charge of recording the results had ignored him until the finish line was closed, when he handed him a piece of cloth with the number "1" printed on it.

There were two pins on the two corners of the top of the cloth strip, and Chen Mo pinned the cloth strip on his chest.

I looked up and felt the refreshing cool breeze for a while, then I saw the two people who were eliminated from Class 8 walking towards me with their heads lowered.

The two of them were in such a state that all their strength seemed to be suddenly drained away, and they sat down on the ground with a thud.

Feng Junling's performance was okay. He was used to being punished by the class monitor, and his temper had hardened him. He knew that there was a high probability that he would not make it past the first elimination round.

So when he sat down, this guy just rubbed his feet and his mood almost recovered.

But Wei Jiahao can't do that.

The guy sat down on the ground, bent his knees, buried his face in his knees, and his shoulders twitched slightly, which was uncomfortable to look at.

The others wanted to speak up to comfort him, but Chen Mo shook his head to stop them. He moved over and squatted in front of Wei Jiahao, then raised his hand and patted Old Wei on the shoulder.

Nothing else was said.

People have to grow up sooner or later.

The main thing is that he has nothing to say.

Noticing Chen Mo squatting in front of him, Wei Jiahao raised his sleeves to rub his eyes and forced a smile: "I'm fine, squad leader."

"If I had known the competition was like this, I should have worked as hard as you during company training."

"I definitely won't be eliminated right after I come on stage."

"It's okay. We are still the ones left." Chen Mo smiled and gestured to Yang Dali and the others.

In fact, this slightly dull atmosphere was happening in every company and squad of the Seventh Brigade.

It's inevitable.

Participating in the competition was the first time I realized so clearly the gap between myself and others, and it took me a while to adapt to this sense of difference.

I don’t know if it was because of the competition and they deliberately increased the difficulty, or because the higher-ups didn’t plan to give them too much time to adjust.

Anyway, the people who were eliminated from each class had just sat down on the ground to rest when a burst of urgent whistles came from the distance.

"Beep-beep!!"

"Everyone assemble!!"

Hearing the assembly whistle, Chen Mo didn't bother to persuade them anymore, he just pulled Wei Jiahao up.

He called out to a few other people and quickly ran towards the place where the whistle was blown.

During the break just now, the armored infantry and motorized infantry were interspersed and gathered in groups on the open ground to rest.

Now we gather again.

The four companies of the 82th Brigade and the four companies of the nd Brigade were standing clearly separated, with a distance of to meters between the two large formations.

Chen Mo roughly observed his surroundings and found that there were indeed very few recruits with number tags on the 7th Brigade.

Even if I was mentally prepared, I guessed that the rules of this elimination round would definitely favor Motorized Infantry.

But the result still made Chen Mo feel uncomfortable.

Wait for the queue to be formed.

Chen Mo had also seen the person in charge of speaking at the front, the lieutenant colonel who greeted Lao Pao at the cafeteria entrance at noon.

There was no expression on his face. He simply looked up at the two lines and raised his hand to signal for them to gather in the middle: "Come on, everyone from the 82th Brigade, turn left. Everyone from the nd Brigade, turn right."

"March in step, ya two one, ya two one."

"Okay, stand still."

"Look to the right, look forward, and stand at ease."

When the two lines were only five or six meters apart, the lieutenant colonel strode to the middle of the line and said loudly, "Introduce yourselves first."

"My name is Qiao Chunfeng. I'm in charge of all matters related to the recruit competition between our 82th Brigade and the nd Brigade. The first elimination round has concluded."

"Congratulations to everyone who can continue with the next competition. As for those who were eliminated, don't be discouraged. Learning from others is also a good opportunity."

"But I want to remind you that competition is competition, and you can compete, but you cannot hurt your comrades, especially malicious attacks are not allowed."

"If I discover any comrades deliberately sabotaging the competition again, not only will you be disqualified, but all scores of the entire class will be revoked without any conditions."

"Understand?"

After saying that, Qiao Chunfeng glared fiercely at the teams on both sides.

This situation has to be stopped.

Just now when Chen Mo and his team were sprinting, more than a dozen recruits from the 7th Brigade fell down. Some of them had their arms broken and were carried away by medics.

The 82nd Brigade was not in such a serious situation, but it was not much stronger either.

There were also a few privates who were running past the Seventh Brigade's formation when they were dragged away by a few cowards, pushed to the ground and beaten hard, almost causing a stampede.

The fight was only ended thanks to the timely intervention of a nearby veteran.

If we don't do anything about it, the situation will only get worse.

"Didn't you hear anything or are you mute?" Qiao Chunfeng said angrily after listening to the sparse responses from both sides.

"Yes!"

This time, the sound was a little louder.

Qiao Chunfeng nodded, then raised his wrist to check the time and said, "Okay, enough nonsense."

"You guys still have too much energy, let me help you release some."

"Everyone, you have five minutes. All participating comrades, please return to your dormitories, pack your backpacks, bring your guns, and put on your helmets and gather here."

"Don't blame me for not reminding you. After the five-minute countdown, anyone who hasn't returned will have their number plates removed and will be disqualified from the subsequent race."

"Dismissed!!"

Originally, there were some resentments among the people in the 82th Brigade and the nd Brigade. After all, they had been arguing with each other just now, and suddenly they were stopped from arguing, which made them feel a little uncomfortable.

But now, we only have five minutes to go back to the dormitory to pack our backpacks and get our guns, and everyone is panicking.

You have to know that this gathering place is not close to the dormitory area.

Chen Mo ran away. Except for the group of people who didn't bring number plates, everyone else at the scene had confused and calm expressions on their faces.

The rest of the people ran as fast as if the ground was burning their feet. When the crowd gathered in one place, Li Xingkuan and his friends met up with Chen Mo again.

When Zhang Xiangkun met his "enemy", he quickly raised his little finger and hooked it at Chen Mo, which was very provocative.

Chen Mo glanced at a few people and didn't bother to argue, but he also raised his middle finger and looked at them with disdain.

Just consider it a return gesture.

Then he turned around and continued running towards the dormitory.

"What did the scholar mean by that just now?" Zhang Xiangkun tried to raise his middle finger as well. He always felt that something was not right.

"I'm definitely not praising you." Li Xingkuan rolled his eyes and continued running.

You have to run.

The competition venue here is too far from the dormitory area. It takes three minutes to go back and forth.

They have to race against time.

In fact, from the very beginning of the competition, the rule of survival of the fittest has already covered all participants.

If you want to get a good ranking, you must first ensure that you have the ability to deal with various emergencies.

The crowd returning to the dormitory area was like a swarm of locusts passing through, with people everywhere.

Just now, Chen Mo was wondering why the company commander and Lao Pao were nowhere to be seen after sitting with him for a while.

When we arrived at the dormitory, we found that the company commander and the squad leaders had all returned, and the guns had already been taken to Lao Pao in advance.

Knowing that there would be a fully equipped cross-country course in the afternoon, during the lunch break, no one in each class took off their backpacks. Most of them just put on their military coats and slept directly on the hard beds.

Chen Mo didn't dare to waste time. He went back to the dormitory to check his backpack. After making sure it was secure, he took his gun and helmet from Lao Pao.

Without even taking a breath, he continued to rush towards the competition field.

If it weren't for the extremely strict physical fitness requirements of the recruit company, just finishing the first item, plus the running back and forth to the dormitory would be a full seven or eight hundred meters.

Many people can't bear it anymore.

In fact, I really can't stand it.

After Chen Mo returned to the assembly place and stood at attention for about twenty seconds, Qiao Chunfeng informed him that the assembly time had arrived.

There were more than a hundred people behind us who were eliminated on the road while carrying backpacks.

Before the start of the first competition, when the 82th Brigade and the nd Brigade gathered on the runway, there were about people.

Who would have thought that after just one match, there would be less than four hundred people left.

Only half of the total number of people still have number tags on them.

The queue suddenly became quiet. Everyone listened to the beating of their own hearts, kept their mouths shut, and watched the veterans confiscate the number plates of those who did not arrive according to regulations.

The cruelty of the competition was once again perfectly presented to everyone.

"Surprised?"

Qiao Chunfeng walked to the front of the queue and scanned the crowd with a cold expression: "I'll repeat it again."

"Competition is a process of elimination. I don't care how well you performed in class before you were awarded the rank, or how much your company commander or squad leader coaxed and pampered you."

"When we got to the competition field, none of it worked."

"What we're looking at here is your ability, and only your ability. For the first place winner of this competition, your unit will award you a third-class individual merit."

"As soldiers, you should understand that this kind of honor requires you to fight and strive for it, and you need to fight your way through difficult situations to obtain it."

"There is no glory that comes by waiting, and no honor can be obtained easily."

"I now declare that the second armed cross-country 5km race has entered the three-minute countdown."

"Everyone check your backpacks, guns, helmets, shoulder bags, gas masks, and water bottles."

"The water bottle must be full of water, and nothing else can be missing. After completing the self-inspection, please gather on my right."

Qiao Chunfeng raised his hand and pointed to the right: "Don't blame me for not reminding you. The squad leader will randomly check your belongings later. If anyone brings less, they will be eliminated."

"You tried to fool me with an empty kettle, and you're also out."

"The second event is a five-kilometer armed cross-country race. Considering that some comrades are unfamiliar with the terrain, there will be trucks leading the way."

"Based on reaching the finish line within 50 minutes, first place will receive 30 points, second place will receive 20 points, third place will receive points, fourth to tenth place will receive five points, and eleventh to thirtieth place will each receive one point."

"That's all the rules. If you exceed the time limit, you'll be eliminated. Countdown is three minutes. Start!!"

Qiao Chunfeng finished speaking.

Chen Mo immediately took off his backpack, squatted on the ground, rummaged through his things and began to check himself.

He finally saw it.

In the first competition, the lieutenant colonel surnamed Qiao did not show up, probably because there were too many participants and it was difficult to manage them uniformly.

Nowadays, the number of new recruits in a brigade has been almost cut, and even the elimination rounds have become strict.

I'm afraid the competitions ahead will become increasingly difficult.

Fortunately, Lao Pao had already prepared everything necessary in the dormitory.

He didn't miss anything.

Chen Mo didn't have time to think about how Lao Pao knew so much about the competition requirements of the 82nd Brigade and could make preparations in advance.

He pulled Li Zhiang, who had been following him, and was about to set off to the starting point to gather. When he turned around, he found that Li Zhiang was the only one left in Class 8 following him.

"Where are the others? Where is Dali?" Chen Mo turned around in surprise to look for them.

"No one followed me. I just ran halfway and couldn't run any more."

Li Zhiang stood up straight and responded in a serious tone.

Even though this kid was disliked by the entire class for telling tales when he first arrived in Class 8, he is actually quite talented in training.

He learns things very quickly, if it weren't for Chen Mo's experience as a soldier in his previous life and his own diligence.

Starting from the same starting line, he might not be able to defeat a soldier like Li Zhiang.

It’s hard to say what’s going on. This guy is not tall, barely over 1.7 meters. He is usually taciturn and a little dull.

But his physical fitness is impeccable, he is quite strong.

"Let's go."

Chen Mo took the lead and brought his only remaining roommate and comrade-in-arms to the place designated by Qiao Chunfeng.

After arriving at the location.

Some veterans checked their weight-bearing equipment one by one, while Chen Mo quickly moved his limbs to warm up.

Before he could observe the top players of the 82nd Brigade, Li Xingkuan, Zhang Xiangkun, and the two from the first platoon of the third company, who almost took first and second place in the previous game, found him again.

"Scholar, what did you mean by raising your middle finger just now?" Zhang Xiangkun, holding a gun, came around like a gangster.

Li Zhiang was quite loyal. He stood in front of Chen Mo and stared at him.

"I'm praising you. I think you can take first place." Chen Mo smiled and pulled Li Zhiang aside. Then he looked at the two people in the third row: "Hey, what are your names?"

"Wang Hongbo." One of the tall and thin men responded.

"What about you?" Chen Mo turned his head and looked at another one.

"Why are you so talkative?" Zhang Xiangkun obviously didn't believe the scholar's praise. He frowned and said, "His name is Wu Mengxue. Like Wang Hongbo, he's from the first squad, first platoon, third company."

"Didn't you say you were targeting a whole row of them? How come you don't even know their names?"

"It has nothing to do with you."

Chen Mo stretched his legs and glanced at Zhang Xiangkun. To be honest, he had no interest in these little brats he had known in his previous life.

The main targets are Wang Hongbo and Wu Mengxue.

"Xiucai, don't be so arrogant. We were careless in the last match. This time, the four of us came here just to compete with you."

Zhang Xiangkun raised his head and issued a declaration of war.

Chen Mo heard this but didn't respond.

Just looking at the four of you, I can tell you're not convinced without you even saying anything.

Do I have to come all the way here to tell you?
Of course, even if they didn't look for him, Chen Mo would find a way to find a row of people and step on them hard.

If nothing else, just to give Lao Pao some face.

But he was not blind. Chen Mo had already figured out that Zhang Xiangkun and Li Xingkuan were not very strong.

But Wang Hongbo, especially Wu Mengxue who didn't say a word from beginning to end, made Chen Mo pay more attention to him.

Because in the last game, if everyone hadn't run out of energy and he had taken advantage of the opportunity to overtake, Wu Mengxue would definitely have been first.

There is a saying in my hometown that goes, "A fierce dog doesn't bark." It may not sound nice, but the principle is the same.

Such people are often very confident in their own abilities and must be guarded against.

"boom!"

Just like in the first game, the starting gun was fired without any warning.

Chen Mo was still warming up. After he reacted, he took the lead and exerted force. Like a cheetah, he mobilized all the muscles in his body, pushed off the ground with his right foot, and rushed out of the starting line like a heavy artillery.

On the other side, Wu Mengxue also reacted very quickly. His muscles tensed up and he caught up with Chen Mo like an arrow.

The two men, one on the left and one on the right, overtook the leading truck without any distinction between front and back, and kept pace.

They have the same speed, the same rhythm, fast and powerful.

Chen Mo's guess was correct just now. This fierce dog was really going to use its strength.

When the two of them rushed out four or five meters.

The people behind finally reacted and started chasing forward with all their might.

In front of Chen Mo and Wu Mengxue was an open and undulating runway, with no queue to slow down their speed.

The two of them seemed to have agreed on this from the beginning, neither of them giving in.

In the distance, Lao Pao, Cheng Dong, An Zhentao, and Hu Degan all noticed the situation here.

Everyone watched silently.

They were very much looking forward to it, one was a top student trained by Lao Pao, and the other was a top student trained by An Zhentao.

Both of them are fifth-level non-commissioned officers. Who leads more powerful soldiers?

(End of this chapter)