Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 90 Tit for tat, this private is so irritating

You can use the adjective "finding fault".

Chen Mo probably guessed how complicated the relationship between the reconnaissance company and the Military Affairs Department was.

Liang Hongjie grabbed the hat that was thrown on the passenger seat, put it on, and rolled down the car window.

Judging from his posture, he didn't even plan to get off the car.

"Hello Comrade Lieutenant, you were just speeding."

A corporal walked up to the car window, raised his hand in salute, and continued expressionlessly, "Please show me your driver's license."

"Which eye of yours saw me speeding?" Liang Hongjie's tone was filled with a hint of impatience and resentment.

The reconnaissance company is stationed in Kuchi Village, where there are residents nearby. Military vehicles are traveling especially at around 3 or 4 in the afternoon when it is getting dark.

How could he be speeding?

What's more, he just turned the corner.

"I see you're speeding, get out of the car."

Perhaps the corporal couldn't handle the situation, because a first-class sergeant came over from behind and banged on the car door: "Open the door and get out of the car. Be inspected."

"Ho!"

"There's another person sitting in the back, a private?" The first-class sergeant stretched his head through the passenger window and saw Chen Mo sitting in the back seat.

"A cadre was driving privates around and speeding. Everyone got out of the car."

After saying that, the other party started banging on the car door again.

Although Liang Hongjie was angry, the Military Affairs Department didn't care about it. There were more than a dozen pickets standing there. In this era, if the relationship between the two units became strained.

Even if they beat you up, it would be in vain. At most, after the reconnaissance company's combat readiness is over and the veterans have returned, they will find an opportunity to beat up the patrol again.

That's the way things are, there's nothing we can do about it.

"Don't be afraid, scholar. Get off the car and don't say anything. I'll take care of them."

Liang Hongjie turned around and gave instructions out of loyalty, then unbuckled his seat belt, opened the car door with a "click" and got out.

Chen Mo followed closely behind and got out of the back seat.

“Stand still!!”

The patrol officer looked at the two of them. He knew Liang Hongjie, who was just a student officer from the Military Affairs Department. He didn't care about such cadres at all.

As for Chen Mo, let alone him, he didn't even have an armband or collar flower, and was only a private. It was obvious that he was a newly commissioned recruit, so people thought he would be easy to control.

"Bring your driver's license and military ID here for registration."

"Speeding, refusing to cooperate." The other party, holding a blue folder in his hand, glanced up at Chen Mo and said, "And this private, his discipline button is not fastened, violating the internal service regulations."

"I'll make a note of this for you. Remember this lesson from now on. Do you understand?"

Liang Hongjie stiffened his neck and said nothing.

Being surrounded by people, he had no better solution.

But Lao Liang could endure this humiliation, but Chen Mo didn't want to be bullied by a group of old hands for no reason.

After watching the other party record Liang Hongjie's behavior, he turned to him.

Chen Mo turned his head and observed the veterans around him, then said, "Squad Leader, is this how you perform your duties?"

"What do you mean?"

"It's meaningless." Chen Mo shook his head: "According to the military district's security duty requirements, there are three maintenance, one execution, and one assistance."

"Maintain military appearance and discipline, maintain the order of military vehicle operations and traffic safety, and safeguard the military's reputation and the rights and interests of soldiers."

"Military Appearance and Discipline: Just now, the squad leader brought so many people, yelling and banging on the car door to scare us. Even after we got out of the car and cooperated, so many people still surrounded us. I don't think this behavior is in line with maintaining the reputation of the army, right?"

"What do you mean, who scared you?"

The sergeant felt a little panicked. This word, damn it, can't be used casually.

"What's your name? Unit."

"Isn't that intimidating?" Chen Mo curled his lips calmly. "If I remember correctly, during the war preparation period, when the police are on duty, they need to separate the patrols for people and vehicles."

"The patrol can correct people, but the military vehicle supervisor is responsible for correcting vehicles. Are you the military vehicle supervisor?"

"Breaking regulations during combat readiness, the military affairs department can't abuse their authority, right?"

Chen Mo spoke so passionately and forcefully.

But the patrol officers felt their scalps tingle when they heard this. Damn, one was threatening, the other was abusing his power. What if the chief of the headquarters heard this?

The entire Military Affairs Department needs to be reorganized.

As for military vehicle supervision, that is something that only the three armed forces patrols will assign. They belong to the military affairs department within the unit. Who has the time to assign that?

He was being scolded by a private soldier on the head, and a group of veteran soldiers on patrol nearby were so angry that they were fuming.

There were even five or six people, with their fists clenched, ready to come up and start fighting.

Liang Hongjie on the side was also confused. He had originally planned to take on a few hits by himself. Xiucai was a new recruit and there was no need to let him get involved.

But how could this kid be so troublesome?
He was just about to speak to smooth things over. After all, Xiucai was the treasure of the reconnaissance company.

If he gets beaten with me, when the war preparations are over, those old soldiers will come back and bully him to death.

But Liang Hongjie was panicking, but Chen Mo was not.

He took out the box of military medals from his pocket, opened it, and hung the medals on his chest.

He raised his head and said, "Squad leader, didn't you ask me which unit I'm from?"

"Reporting in, I'm Chen Mo from the 8th Squad, 2nd Company, New Training Battalion, Taocun Barracks, 7th Armored Brigade. I just returned from the 82nd Motorized Infantry Brigade in Pingcheng after participating in the new recruit competition."

"I was awarded a third-class merit during the competition."

"I'm very familiar with Officer Wang from the brigade's publicity department. If he wants to interview me, I'll definitely tell him everything that happened today."

picket:
Only now did they realize they had encountered a hedgehog.

Damn, it's covered with thorns, I can't bring myself to do it.

The people in the Military Affairs Department must have known about the competition between the two brigades, but during the war preparation period, many units were making emergency preparations, so the news of the competition did not come back so quickly.

Once it is sent back.

The brigade’s Propaganda Department would definitely publicize it widely, if those workaholic staff heard the first place winner in the competition complain about their Military Affairs Department.

I guess they're happy to help.

There is no need to publish it in the newspaper at all. Just submit the first draft to the brigade political department for review. Their military affairs department will be held responsible.

The atmosphere at the scene was a bit dull and stiff.

If we don't fight, we will lose face. This private is so annoying.

Let's fight. They are really hurting each other.

In fact, at this time, the patrol group of veterans had already recognized that Chen Mo was the scholar who appeared in the news release some time ago, and was also a training model commended by the military region.

When someone says he is familiar with the Propaganda Department, it is probably true.

"Cough cough!!"

Just when the atmosphere was getting tense, Liang Hongjie said, "Don't hit him, you can hit me. The squad leader of our 8th squad of the 2nd company is a veteran."

"He's a soldier brought up by Lao Pao. If you beat him up, your Military Affairs Department will be in tatters when Lao Pao comes back."

Patrol:
This is not like catching a hedgehog, but like kicking a wall.

Besides, which of your eyes saw us beating him up?

"Since you are a new comrade, I will not pursue this matter this time, but this will not happen again."

The leading first-class sergeant was quick to react.

Without giving it much thought, he put away the blue book clip in his hand, waved his hand to move aside, and let the vehicle pass.

Liang Hongjie said nothing, opened the car door very arrogantly, got into the driver's seat, and waited for Chen Mo to get in.

The guy stepped on the accelerator and drove away in a hurry, raising a cloud of dust.

This time he was really speeding.

Only after they had walked a long way did Liang Hongjie pat his chest and asked in surprise, "Scholar, where did you hear about those police duty requirements you just mentioned?"

"You're really good at talking. Usually, when the people in the reconnaissance company meet, they just force themselves to do it. I've never seen anyone like you, who can talk those patrols into confusion with just your words."

"Old Cannon said so."

Chen Mo vaguely put the blame on the squad leader. As a confidential secretary, how could he not understand these things?

"Platoon leader, those pickets are afraid of our squad leader?"

"Why else would they say it won't happen again when you mention Lao Pao?"

"I wouldn't say I'm afraid." Liang Hongjie heard this, gripping the steering wheel and shaking his head: "Laopao doesn't usually get involved in the first shift, and the patrols don't bother him."

"But Lao Pao knows a lot of people. Many of the cadres in the brigade are either trained by him or are of the same year. If Lao Pao really gets angry, the Military Affairs Department will really explode."

"I also heard from the old soldiers in the company before the downsizing. They said that when it was still the 7th Tank Division, your squad leader had more connections."

"I don't know how the military officer offended him. Do you know what happened?"

Liang Hongjie didn't say anything before getting so excited that he adjusted his sitting position several times before continuing, "Anyway, I heard it was just that one time." "No matter what the logistics unit wanted to get, it was stuck with the Military Affairs Department. No matter what anyone said, it wouldn't work. They just wouldn't get it."

"It was stuck for six months before it was finally cleared up. You know the communications company? It lasted for a month straight. The entire military affairs department couldn't get through even when there was something going on, and the phone kept ringing even when there was nothing going on."

"What's even worse is that during that period, when the Military Affairs Department went to the cafeteria to eat, the food there tasted like shit. Every day, the soup with rice was extremely salty, or there was shredded potatoes with shredded ginger, red peppers with green peppers, shredded potatoes with vinegar but no potatoes, and stir-fried tomatoes."

"Waste of food is strictly prohibited in the military camp, and patrol officers must set an example. You know what this feels like, right?"

Listening to Liang Hongjie getting more and more excited, Chen Mo was speechless.

This kind of rumor is definitely exaggerated, but it basically does happen.

After all, he is a fifth-level non-commissioned officer and a prominent figure in the former 7th Tank Division. Such a person has comrades and acquaintances in every unit, so he is really not to be trifled with.

"Do we have a bad relationship with the patrol?" Chen Mo hesitated for a while before asking.

Because what happened today doesn't seem normal.

Just two patrol officers are needed, there's no need for two shifts of people to come.

And along the way, Chen Mo didn't see any other military camps.

"Bad, very bad."

Liang Hongjie nodded and said, "Let me tell you this. In our company, losing a fight isn't a big deal, but if someone gets caught doing something wrong, the company commander will take the lead and scold you for a long time."

"The entire squad, or even the entire platoon, will be forced to undergo additional training. Even if you have a good reason, the company commander will scold you until you feel you are being unreasonable."

"Here in Kuchi Village, the patrols have never seen fewer than five people coming. As long as they're alone, the veteran scouts will go over and knock them out."

"But generally not when there are a lot of people. The consequences of a group fight are very serious."

"In return, even if we have fewer people, they will take advantage of us."

This is a "lifelong feud".

Chen Mo felt a little emotional when he heard that the relationship between the two units had reached this level.

It can be seen how hot-tempered Captain Cheng is. In this era when there were no recorders for patrols, the stories between veterans and patrolmen were quite rich.

When the vehicle drove into the reconnaissance company's base in Kuchi Village, there were indeed very few people here, except for the sentry on duty at the door.

When I entered the company, I saw almost no one along the way.

The military vehicle finally stopped in front of a white three-story building. The structure of the building was basically the same as the headquarters of the Second Company of Recruits.

But here it is more solemn and grand.

It's also neater.

The national flag in front of the building flutters in the wind, and the national emblem on the roof is particularly eye-catching.

Liang Hongjie got out of the car and pointed towards the entrance and said, "Scholar, this is the reconnaissance company headquarters. During the New Year's combat readiness period, there are only a few people left in the company."

"Put your backpack and other things in the car first. Come on, I'll show you around my office."

When they arrived at their own territory, Lao Liang was much more energetic. He led the way and strode into the company headquarters.

Chen Mo took off the military medal on his chest and put it in the box. After all, he had already arrived at the company, and it was not appropriate to show it around in public.

The two went straight to the first office on the second floor and turned left.

The indoor area is not large, only about 16 or 17 square meters at most. Apart from a desk and a filing cabinet, there are only two broken sofas propped up in the corner.

The desk was even more messy, with only the area where the desk lamp and phone were placed being tidy. The rest of the space was covered with piles of documents.

"Well, this is a bit messy. Please sit on the sofa first and I'll get you a glass of water."

Liang Hongjie quickly took the porcelain pot and poured a large cup of boiling water into it and handed it to Chen Mo without waiting for him to say a word.

Then, Lao Liang took out another cigarette and put it on the stool next to him: "Scholar, being here is like being at home, don't be polite."

"If you want to smoke, go ahead. No one's going to bother you. Also, here's the organization chart for our reconnaissance company. Take a look at it first."

Chen Mo reached out to take the document, opened it and looked at it carefully.

The organization of armored reconnaissance companies is generally not small, especially the armored reconnaissance companies at the brigade level, which are recorded in great detail in the documents.

The Kuchi reconnaissance company has four platoons, each with four squads, for a total of sixteen squads.

Each squad is composed of 12 infantrymen, and each squad has a machine gunner.

The entire company has a combat squad of 192 people, plus the company cadres and personnel outside the combat squad, there are almost people in the company.

However, it is not fully staffed. There are only more than 140 people at present, which is equivalent to 70% of the full staffing. In non-war times, most grassroots units are 70% of the full staffing.

Such a large grassroots unit has such unpleasantness with the Military Affairs Department. I really don’t know how their non-commissioned officers compete with others during their vacations.

Although Chen Mo has never joined a reconnaissance company, he still has some understanding of the grassroots configuration.

After flipping through the book for a few seconds, he picked up the teacup and drank water. It wasn't because he was thirsty, but because he was hungry.

On the way back from Pingcheng, I didn’t eat enough to vomit.

Seeing Chen Mo put down the documents, Lao Liang, who was sitting at his desk, looked up and said with a smile: "Xiucai, don't be anxious. It does take some getting used to when you first come into contact with these documents."

"You have to be patient and study hard. This clerical work is definitely better than the combat class."

"This office will be yours from now on. The clerk will still be a regular class cadre, and Lao Pao will be your squad leader. Plus, you have good physical fitness, so no one will deliberately cause trouble for you here."

Liang Hongjie seemed to be really busy. After doing some ideological work on Chen Mo, he bent down at his desk again and carefully examined the documents.

If he used these words to fool a private soldier who knew nothing, it would probably work.

But who is Chen Mo?

I don't believe what Lao Liang said at all. This guy is obsessed with getting me to take over his class, and he can even find an excuse like being in a regular class.

He is also a talented person.

If a clerk does a good job, he does have some small rights. For example, if he is a private, other soldiers, unless they are particularly old, have to call him squad leader.

Allowances are paid according to the squad leader's standards.

But to say that clerical work is better than combat work is pure nonsense.

Because the more grassroots and confidential the work is, the more difficult it is to do.

You have to write all kinds of reports yourself, and you just have to copy the documents of the battalion-level units. The combat squad doesn't need to use your brain or stay up late, and you can go to bed after completing the task. It's easier than writing documents in any way.

However, Chen Mo was not in a hurry.

No matter how much you know, you still have to proceed step by step, right?

Perhaps because he saw Chen Mo sitting there without saying anything, Liang Hongjie felt unsure and was afraid that he could not fool him.

After a while.

He raised his head again and said, "Oh, I almost forgot."

"You won first place in this competition and were awarded a third-class merit, which occupies a place in the company."

"I've seen your information. Your hometown is Fu County, Yingcheng, Henan Province. When I'm done, I'll call your Fu County Armed Forces Department and, in the name of the company branch, inform the local units about your performance here."

"I was awarded the third-class merit just over a month after joining the army. The local authorities will definitely be happy to hear this news."

Finally, the topic that Chen Mo was interested in was mentioned.

Who doesn’t want to make achievements and bring honor to the family when joining the army?

Although it is only a third-class merit and is far from bringing honor to the family, it is still good news after all.

"There's no congratulatory message for the third-class merit, right?" Chen Mo asked.

"That's hard to define." Liang Hongjie shook his head. "If we want to send a congratulatory message, the brigade party committee needs to send a formal email notification."

"The two units will discuss all the processes of meritorious service and awards, taking into account local policies."

"Whether to send it or not depends on the arrangements of the brigade headquarters. However, we are in the New Year combat readiness period now, so the headquarters probably doesn't have the time to take care of these things."

"The instructor also meant that I should notify the local unit on behalf of the company branch and figure out how to convey this news to my family."

"It depends on the decision of the local authorities."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Chen Mo was originally holding a cup of water and drinking. Upon hearing this, he immediately stood up and pulled Liang Hongjie: "Platoon leader, go make the phone call."

"Isn't it just transcribing a record of combat readiness personnel going out? I can copy that too."

Chen Mo rolled up his sleeves very actively.

Just now he thought it was Liang Hongjie's own idea. Now that the instructor has spoken, there is no need to be polite.

At this time, my hometown is preparing for the New Year, so it doesn’t matter whether you send blessings or not.

As long as I can pass this good news to my parents through the armed forces, they will be happy this year.

Chen Mo will definitely not refuse.

He is not a saint, so it is impossible for him to be indifferent to something like receiving good news.

Looking at the scholar, the difference in his enthusiasm before and after is so huge.

Liang Hongjie himself was completely confused.

If he had known this trick would work, he would have mentioned it as soon as he entered the office.

There is no need to find all kinds of reasons to tempt the scholar to try it.

(End of this chapter)