Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 83: Pull the whole field and break the record of full equipment

No one can tell for sure who is more powerful.

There were too many people in the first elimination match and the field was too chaotic. The performances of many participating privates were obscured by the crowd and could not be seen clearly.

But this one is different.

The number of people dropped sharply, and the terrain of the cross-country weighted running was such that they did not follow the track at all, but instead circled along the hillside of the distant artillery camp's firing point.

The view is much wider.

Not only Cheng Dong, Lao Pao and the others were paying attention. The eliminated crowd all stared at the two people in the front, stunned.

Damn, this is not 5,000 meters or 3,000 meters without any equipment, but 5 kilometers fully equipped. Who would dare to do this in the first place?
Competition among top students is a good thing.

Of course, it's also a bad thing.

The good thing is that Xiucai and Wu Mengxue are making progress together, which directly boosted the enthusiasm of the entire competition.

In the full-equipment test field, the overall atmosphere was elevated by more than one level, and everyone rushed forward collectively.

The bad thing is that due to the influence of these two people, people whose physical fitness is in the middle or even upper middle level will inevitably be dragged down in the later stage if they follow the lead of these two people, and will become weak and unable to even reach their usual level.

The atmosphere has been led astray.

"Damn, so fierce?"

Zhang Xiangkun, who was just competing with Chen Mo in verbal skills at the starting point, saw the two people in front of him and did not hold back any strength.

They were only a little late when they started, but the gap between them gradually widened to nearly twenty meters.

He didn't dare to be distracted and rushed forward with gritted teeth.

But when he noticed that Li Zhiang from Class 8 was actually running on par with him, Zhang Xiangkun was almost furious. It was okay that the scholar had surpassed him.

How come the scholar’s ​​follower is so cruel?
He remembered that in the first game, this guy couldn't even make it into the top ten.

Out of a competitive spirit, Zhang Xiangkun and Li Xingkuan took the lead in rushing to the second echelon. Li Zhiang didn't know if he was doing it on purpose to irritate others or what, but he rushed forward just like others did.

Follow with all your might and regardless of the consequences.

Never fall behind the top player.

Qiao Chunfeng has just announced that malicious competition will not be allowed, and no one dares to make things difficult.

But a dark horse like Li Zhiang suddenly came on the scene. Based on Chen Mo's foundation, he first defeated the top Mobu players in terms of spirit.

The fight on the court got tougher and tougher.

The trucks leading the way were squeezed to the corners because they were a step late, for fear of having blind spots and crushing the soldiers.

At this time, Chen Mo had completely ignored everything around him. His sight was only on the road ahead and his opponent three meters away on his right.

Because of the fierce start, Chen Mo was a little overwhelmed. After only 200 meters, his breathing became rapid and long.

He suppressed his breath tightly to prevent it from becoming disordered.

Every time I inhale, it feels like I am drawing strength from the air; every time I exhale, it feels like I am expelling all the heat and pressure from my heart.

The two of them have always been moving forward hand in hand, with undiminished momentum.

You have to know that the venue for armed cross-country running is not a regular running track, not to mention the ups and downs.

This kind of runway is usually not cleaned, and there is thick dust. If you stomp on it, a cloud of dust will be stirred up instantly.

The two of them ran like this, and were assisted by a truck that had finally separated from the main group not far away.

That guy, with clouds of gray dust, like a yellow dragon rising from the ground, hit the people behind him in the face.

The crowd behind was so angry that they started cursing.

As a result, the gap between the first and second echelons is widening.

Three hundred and fifty meters later.

Chen Mo and Wu Mengxue couldn't bear it any longer and began to slow down tacitly.

But they still walk side by side, and no one wants to fall behind the other.

Both of them knew that they could not win the other in a competition of speed, so they began to compete in endurance.

Cheng Dong, who was watching from a distance, had a smile on his face as if he had eaten honey. He only realized it when the cigarette butt burned his hand and quickly threw the cigarette away.

He raised his hand to stroke his cheek, trying not to smile so obviously. He moved forward and went to find Hu Degan, the commander of the third training company of the 82nd Brigade.

"Old Hu."

When Hu Degan heard the sound, he took a few steps to the side in annoyance.

He really didn't want to have any communication with Cheng Dong. This Cheng guy was a piece of shit. When he was in a good mood, he would call him "Old Hu", but as soon as he got angry, he would immediately call him "dog thief".

Damn, I have never met such an excellent company commander.

"Hey, you still hold a grudge." Cheng Dong stuck to him like a dog-skin plaster, took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Hu De to smoke. Then he looked up and pointed at Chen Mo's figure on the field in the distance and said, "The soldiers I brought out are hardworking, but their physical fitness is also so-so."

"He's just too impatient, but he's a good shooter."

"I'm telling you, Old Hu." Cheng Dong counted on his fingers seriously: "Just a few days ago, our company was doing a shooting."

"Scholar, you're doing a 100-meter prone position, and you get five shots, all ten rings. Guess what happens next?"

"Hey! Standing 150 meters, kneeling meters, prone meters, all ten rings, every shot hits the target. Oh my, your marksmanship is so good."

"How's it going here at your house?"

Hearing this, Hu Degan looked around and saw a red head not far from him. He really wanted to pick it up and put it directly on Cheng Dong's head.

There was competition between the two brigades, and the 82nd Infantry Division and the th Tank Division were previously stationed in Pingcheng, but later moved to Hedong.

There were many cadres in these two units who knew each other, so Hu Degan naturally asked people about it. It happened that during the days when Chen Mo was practicing shooting, many cadres from the company went there to recruit him.

The news about the shooting results had already reached the 82nd Brigade.

It is not uncommon for new recruits to get a perfect score in their first shooting. In such a large military region with so many units, there will always be a few such cases every year.

But it’s a bit shocking that the rings are full every time.

What can Hu Degan compare with?
He knew that Cheng Dong came here to attack him, but he had no way to stop him.

"Speak up, Old Hu. You're not the kind of person who is so frugal with words." Cheng Dong smoked a cigarette and looked at Hu Degan with a squint.

"Get out of here, Mr. Cheng, stop showing off to me. The scholar is powerful, but it's still uncertain whose soldiers can stand to the end."

Hu Degan was squeezed to the point of no return. He could only point to the distant stadium and said: "I'm telling you, Old Cheng, my soldiers are not vegetarians either."

"Did you see the soldier you compared him to? He grew up by the sea and I was the one who picked him to join the camp. When I was little, I loved doing drills on the beach with the military camp over there."

"Physically, he's not necessarily weaker than your scholar."

"Look at you, you're anxious again." Cheng Dong glanced at Wu Mengxue and curled his lips: "I know that kid. An Zhentao brought him here."

"The platoon leader is training with new recruits every day. Are they from Shandong?"

"Strange, when did Shandong's soldiers become so fierce?" Cheng Dong muttered, but he didn't say the last sentence too loudly.

Because Chen Mo and Wu Mengxue had already run to the other side of the hillside, their view was blocked.

The cadres and privates who had been watching the excitement at the scene all moved towards the distance in unison.

Everyone wants to see which of these two people who are the most powerful at the beginning will be able to make it to the end.

A group of company commanders joined in the fun and were quite active. More than a dozen cadres climbed up the nearby higher earthen slope and waited for the two top students who had disappeared from everyone's sight to reappear in their field of vision.

The balance has been broken.

When Hu Degan saw the figure running in the front, he almost cursed, because for some reason, the two people who had the same momentum just now were in a different situation.

Suddenly, Xiucai left Wu Mengxue a full seven or eight meters away.

From one on the left and one on the right, it became one in front and one behind.

"Eh?"

"What's going on?"

Hu Degan's eyes widened. He thought it must be the scholar who caused trouble. Otherwise, if the two of them were of similar height, even if there was a little difference, it would not be as far as seven or eight meters.

"This is just nonsense."

"Scholar, are you playing tricks?"

Hu Degan's voice was louder and was heard by Chen Mo, who was trying his best to widen the gap.

In other words, he felt so uncomfortable that his chest felt like it was about to explode. He didn't dare to speak, and he couldn't speak.

Otherwise, you have to argue with the other party.

I blame your sister.

It had nothing to do with him that Wu Mengxue fell behind. No, it did have something to do with him, but he won because of his strength. He didn't learn from those Mo Bu guys to trip him or deliberately block his way.

Compared with the people on Mobu's side, Chen Mo's physical fitness and explosive power may not be outstanding.

It can be seen from the last sprint, and it even ranks quite far behind.

But when it comes to endurance, who can compare with him?

Since joining the recruit company, Chen Mo has been getting up early every morning for more than a month to train. From 4:30 to 6:00, he ran five kilometers with a weight twice in an hour and a half, regardless of wind or snow.

There are also some 400-meter and parallel bars subjects in the middle.

After hearing the wake-up whistle, I quickly washed up and was able to run another five kilometers with the group. This is the strength gained through training.

Otherwise, even if he had rushed to the end in the last game and was completely exhausted, it would not have been his turn to be first.

Fortunately.

Hu Degan was a little impatient and reckless.

Wu Mengxue was an honest child. He knew that Xiucai took advantage of the moment when the two of them turned and deliberately made a big turn and suddenly exerted force to increase the distance between them.

If you are not as skilled as others, you are not as skilled as others. He raised his hand with difficulty and waved it in the direction of the company commander, indicating that no one was cheating. Then he began to chase.

But the contestants couldn't say much. Cheng Dong was not so polite. As soon as he climbed up the hillside, he heard Lao Hu wrongly accusing his soldiers.

I got furious immediately.

Cheng Dong put his hands on his hips and cursed: "You dog thief, you son of a bitch deserve to be punished. You haven't even figured out the whole thing, and what are you yelling about?" "Can you take responsibility for delaying the competition?"

"Shut up, you dog thief." Cheng Dong yelled twice, not caring at all whether his loud voice would interfere with the game.

Turning his head to see that Chen Mo was already in the lead, he immediately changed his expression and laughed: "Come on, scholar, last game we taught them how to run, this game, let's teach them how to carry weights."

On the entire slope, Cheng Dong's voice was the loudest.

Have no idea.

Who can blame the top students for coming out of their company?
The other company commanders either stayed away or stood there in silence.

If the soldiers in his company could compete with Xiucai, they would dance even more happily than Cheng Dong.

On the field, the results of endurance competition are becoming more and more obvious.

Chen Mo's pace at this time had dropped to more than four minutes. He always maintained his own rhythm, slowly using the earth slope to block the strong wind and give himself a chance to catch his breath.

He saved his strength and pushed forward to the end, as he had always remembered Lao Pao's fully loaded time of 16 minutes and 44 seconds.

Sweat flowed down his forehead and neck.

Even the soles of my feet were soaked with sweat, and when a cold wind blew occasionally, my clothes would stick to my body.

It seemed as if all the pores on my body were stretched open, and I felt extremely tired.

But he kept his rhythm, and the distance between him and Wu Mengxue became farther and farther, from the initial eight meters to fourteen or fifteen meters.

At this point, it is difficult for Wu Mengxue to catch up.

It's not just that his endurance is not good enough, but also because the gap between them is widening, and he is too impatient. The more anxious he is, the easier it is to make mistakes, and the more chaotic his rhythm becomes.

The energy consumed was so great that sweat covered my eyes.

Wu Mengxue raised his hand to wipe it, and his face was covered with dust, which mixed with sweat and turned into mud. When he wiped it again, it almost blocked his eyes.

Slowly, a scene completely opposite to the first one appeared.

Chen Mo was far ahead, and the distance between them gradually widened to nearly 100 meters.

At this time, the truck that had already overtaken them had stopped at the end.

More than a dozen veterans got out of the carriage, opened the ribbons at the finish line and prepared to record the results.

Cheng Dong also shut up. Yang Dali, Feng Junling, and Zhu Gaituan from Class 8 who were standing in the distance and watching slowly held their breath. No one discussed it, and no one cheered.

It seemed as if he was afraid of making a sound and disturbing the running figure.

Lao Pao raised the timer in his hand and looked at the time on it. Even though he was a person who usually didn't want to care about anything, he couldn't help but clench his fingers.

He stared at Chen Mo's back and secretly cheered for him.

The instructor of the second company, Huo Linshan, stood in the distance, holding the corner of his clothes and staring at the finish line.

Everyone's attention is focused on one person.

Nearly.

closer.

When there were still 400 meters to the finish line, one of the veterans in charge of timing at the finish line took out a water bottle, unscrewed the lid, and prepared to provide support.

Distance: 300 meters.

The people on the slope began to move and gathered towards the finish line.

Distance 200 meters.

The privates watching from a distance also began to move and followed to the finish line. Regardless of whether they were from the 82nd Brigade or the th Brigade, many people had heard that Xiucai was very capable and had been awarded the honor of training model by the military region.

Everyone knows it's powerful, but no one can explain exactly how powerful it is.

But in this event, in the fully loaded cross-country course, where no one was blocking the way and no one was trying to do anything bad, he performed to the fullest.

There are 180 meters left to the finish line.

Chen Mo, whose pace had originally dropped to more than four minutes, suddenly began to mobilize all his strength again, just like in the previous game, trying to speed up the sprint.

He stared at the finish line. 180 meters was the limit he had calculated he could reach before exerting all his strength.

His footsteps were getting faster and faster. It was winter, and Chen Mo left traces of sweat on the road where he ran.

The people watching around began to applaud, and the sound became louder and louder. The army admires the strong, and even if this strong man is an opponent, it cannot cover up his fierceness.

Cheng Dong stretched his head, glanced at the timer in Lao Pao's hand, and shouted: "Come on, scholar."

"16 minutes and 20 seconds, go for it."

16 point?
When Chen Mo heard this number, he shuddered all over. You know, when he tested himself before and no one competed with him, his best result was only 17 minutes and 08 seconds, and that was only that time.

Having so many people around today really stimulates my potential.

Chen Mo bit his tongue to force himself to feel a little pain, clenched his trembling fists, and continued to pour strength into his legs.

The speed picked up again.

50 m.

30 m.

"Hurry, hurry, it's 16 minutes and 36 seconds." Cheng Dong's voice came again.

10 m.

5 m.

Chen Mo used the last bit of his strength to cross the finish line.

"16 minutes 42 seconds."

Cheng Dong snatched the timer from Lao Pao's hand and pressed it, then returned it and hurriedly ran to Chen Mo to support him.

"Hurry, hurry, come over here and help me walk. Don't rest yet."

"Hey, please open the kettle and put some clean water on the scholar's mouth. Don't feed him yet."

Captain Cheng shouted and called for people, and Lao Pao came over and held Chen Mo's other arm.

Instructor Huo Linshan took the kettle from the veteran, poured some water into the lid himself, and applied it little by little to moisten his lips.

Chen Mo's gun, helmet, water bottle, and backpack were all taken off.

On the Class 8 side, Yang Dali and the others ran over to take the things.

When the group had walked several meters forward, Cheng Dong turned around and looked at the soldier in charge of recording and asked, "16 minutes and 42 seconds, right?"

Seeing the other person nod, Cheng Dong grinned and looked at Lao Pao: "Haha, Lao Pao, your record back then was broken by the soldiers you brought out."

"That's good." Lao Pao also smiled.

He handed the task of supporting Zhu Gaituan and looked down at the numbers on the timer.

Feeling the cold wind blowing in my face, it is as biting as it was thirteen years ago, but also as fulfilling as it was then.

The old gunners are all in their thirties and basically don't care about honors, but they want to bring out a soldier who can break the full-equipment record they set that year.

This joy was even greater than when he set the record.

The veterans who were in charge of timing at the finish line were also silent, unable to describe how they felt.

The record of their 82nd Brigade was broken by people from the th Brigade. It's not that they are happy, but it's not sad either.

Anyway, it's pretty fucked up.

When Wu Mengxue arrived at the finish line, he pursed his lips when he heard the veteran announce his result of 17 minutes and 17 seconds.

I didn't feel too disappointed because his usual running was not as good as this time.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at his platoon leader. He didn't know when An Zhentao was already sitting on the ground fifty or sixty meters away from the finish line.

His arms were stretched out and rested weakly on his knees. Xiucai took first place in two consecutive elimination matches.

Even the record was broken. In the 82nd Brigade, the best one was 40 points behind the scholar in terms of scores.

This is not easy to chase.

When Chen Mo's strength gradually returned, he gently broke free and grinned, "Thank you, Captain, thank you, instructor. I can do it now."

"Thanks for nothing, haha."

Cheng Dong patted Chen Mo's shoulder excitedly: "Well done, boy, you are worthy of being a soldier trained by the old gun."

"We'll keep working hard and try to maintain this momentum to take first place."

"Yes, Captain."

Chen Mo nodded. He came here for this and he had to get it.

Seeing that he was fine, the company commander and the instructor turned to the end point to check on the other soldiers.

At this moment, Lao Pao came over. He looked Chen Mo up and down and said with a smile: "Not bad, better than when I was a new recruit."

"Hey, look at your grades."

As he said that, Lao Pao handed the timer to Chen Mo. In fact, he was just tired and not fainted. He even heard the results being announced.

Glance at the numbers on the timer.

When Chen Mo reached out to return the timer, Lao Pao waved his hand and said, "This is for you."

"Keep it well. Today is Little New Year, so consider it a New Year's gift from the monitor."

"This was given to me by an old squad leader when he retired this year."

"It's yours from now on."

give me?

Chen Mo looked at the SS4 military timer in his hand.

He looked a little stunned.

This gift is not light.

(End of this chapter)