Chapter 132 Comprehensive Exercise, Final Fight

The crackling of gunfire continued in the distance.

Ever since Chen Mo learned that there would be no breaks during the competition and not even a lunch break, he began looking for a place to sleep.

He was still wondering in the morning.

Why are those old soldiers who didn't play so lazy? There are more than a hundred people in the whole company, not including a dozen new recruits who didn't play, and platoon leaders like Liang Hongjie.

There are at least more than 110 people left, waiting to be drawn to play.

But there were only thirty or forty veterans active at the scene, and the others were either sitting or lying in sheltered places.

Either they lie down and rest, or they chat and brag.

Chen Mo had been thinking that they were lazy, but it turned out that they were just conserving their energy.

Damn it, these people are really strict about what they say.

Since I was leaving the company this time, I was not required to bring bedding, quilts or other daily necessities.

Chen Mo had no way to set up a nest for himself, so he simply thought, since we are soldiers, we don’t have to be so particular.

After rummaging through the compartments of several troop carriers for a long time, they found some white plastic sheets to serve as bedding.

Chen Mo and Wang Jianyong, each carrying a piece of plastic sheet, returned to the reconnaissance company's rest area, in a sheltered place.

Spread the plastic sheet on the ground, using half as a mattress and the other half as a quilt. Lie down on the ground, turn over and roll the plastic sheet around yourself.

You know what, this thing is quite warm.

The sun sets in the west and it's getting dark.

Chen Mo's eyelids drooped as he heard the gunshots in the distance.

Anyway, it’s hard to say whether he is too lucky or too unlucky.

Chen Mo had no part in any of the following subjects.

These subjects all test the scouts' core skills.

For example, 10-kilometer armed cross-country battlefield reconnaissance, mine sweeping and blasting, night infiltration and coordinated shooting, biological and chemical harassment and other combat subjects.

That guy, the two companies were fighting back and forth in the arena, and the fight was quite lively.

Because the soldiers of the two brigades had a conflict during the prisoner-capturing subject, both sides got really angry in the subsequent subjects.

The two reconnaissance companies of the anti-aircraft artillery brigade, one artillery reconnaissance and the other instrumentation reconnaissance, joined forces to squeeze the reconnaissance company of the old Seventh Division.

But the people here are not afraid. Taking advantage of the poor lighting conditions at night, you can often see three or five old hands catching people in the corner, beating them up and then running away.

Both sides got beaten, but they both had a tacit understanding and no one got things out of hand.

About one o'clock in the morning.

Chen Mo was awakened by the noisy sounds around him.

He raised his hand to rub his sleepy eyes, and lifted the plastic sheet wrapped around him. As soon as he sat up, a few old hands beside him looked at him exaggeratedly: "Damn, scholar, you finally woke up?"

"Damn it, if I hadn't seen you move occasionally, I would have thought you were dead."

"Fuck you." Chen Mo replied unhappily.

Looking around, I found several veterans holding porcelain bowls in their hands, stirring the fried noodles in the bowls, smacking their lips and eating with great relish.

In the distance, searchlights were lit all around the artillery range, and a cold wind mixed with light rain blew on my body, making me feel cold.

"Is the competition over?"

Chen Mo didn't hear any movement in the distance, so he asked.

"End it!" Wang Jianyong, who was leaning against a pile of dirt, curled his lips and said, "Looks like you've really fallen asleep. You can sleep for six or seven hours in this place."

"Damn it, being young is good. You can sleep anywhere."

“Hey!”

Lao Wang pointed to the bamboo basket beside him and said, "Hurry up and eat something. After eating and resting for a while, it's time to set off."

"Let's go, where to?"

Although Chen Mo asked a lot of questions, he was not slow in his actions.

He climbed up with his hands on the ground, walked to the bamboo basket, opened the lid, took the porcelain bowl inside, and scooped a bowl of fried noodles for himself.

Mainly because I was starving.

In fact, he didn't want to eat these things, but there was nothing else to eat on the artillery range except yellow soil and these damp fried noodles.

The troops of this era were used to hard times, and the veterans ate with relish. Chen Mo had no choice but to stay awake and hold on until the end of the competition.

Then we have to eat these things as rations.

He watched the scholar squatting in front of him, pinching the fried noodles and putting them into his mouth one bite at a time.

Wang Jianyong grinned and said, "Well, I can see that you haven't had much luck at home before."

"As long as you can eat, eat more. We'll have to go to the comprehensive drill before dawn. We don't need to select anyone this time. Everyone must participate."

"The company commander didn't give us such detailed instructions just now. Anyway, the last subject of our company's competition will be difficult. Eat more and put some in your backpack as dry food."

"Otherwise, when we're halfway there, we won't have anything to eat."

Chen Mo himself couldn't explain what the so-called comprehensive drill was.

But for the scout subjects, just think of the difficult aspects.

Even these veterans are so cautious, so it can't be that simple.

In no time, Chu Er finished the fried noodles in the bowl. Chen Mo took out the bag containing his gas mask, cleaned it inside and out, and stuffed nearly two bowls of fried noodles into it.

Everything is ready.

Then he sat in the rest area, chatting and bragging with the veteran next to him.

Gradually, the night grew darker, but the wind grew stronger.

There were light raindrops mixed in with the strong wind, making it impossible for everyone to have a good rest.

There are either hills or mountains near the artillery range, and there is nowhere to go in the middle of the night.

Chen Mo and a group of veterans had no choice but to get into the back of a truck and huddle together for warmth.

Many times, the troops, especially those stationed in the wild, are in a harsh environment that others cannot imagine.

Everyone fell asleep in a daze. Around four in the morning, the rain outside had subsided a little, but the wind was still blowing.

“Beep-beep!!”

A shrill whistle sounded at the artillery range, and the soldiers who had been gathered in the carriages jumped off the vehicles one by one like nimble civet cats.

The soldiers from the three companies began to gather one after another.

On the reconnaissance company side, when the team was gathering, Cheng Dong, wearing a transparent plastic bag and rubber shoes, came to the front of the team with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

He first glanced at the slightly tired crowd, then took a step forward, walked to the speaking position, and said in a loud voice: "Comrades, are you tired?"

“Not tired!!”

A deafening roar came from the team, and the roar suppressed the strong wind.

"Bullshit." Cheng Dong put his hands on his hips, his eyes wide open: "I'm tired, how can you not be tired?"

"But I tell you, especially the new comrades, as soldiers, as long as we put on this uniform, we have no right to complain about being tired."

"I don't want to talk nonsense about sweating more in peacetime and bleeding less in war, because the horn of a new round of battle is about to sound."

"The last event of the competition is called team comprehensive drill, and the entire company will participate."

"There are new comrades here so I'll say a few more words. In this comprehensive exercise, we carried a total load of 35 kilograms and marched 50 kilometers."

"During the march, we need to complete eight subjects: long-distance march, boat operation overcoming obstacles, towing across the river, reconnaissance and reporting, drawing simple maps, battlefield rescue, mine clearance, and mountain climbing."

"I don't want to talk about the dangers of these subjects, because you all know it in your hearts."

"I'll just say one thing: you're carrying a 35kg load. When you set off, your backpacks, ropes, water, paper, pens, and everything else will be wrapped in plastic sheeting for you. Each person will be weighed, registered, and then you can set off."

"Comrades, I won't repeat the rules. Anyway, the space is limited, and you should understand the common sense of fast steps and quick steps."

"We won't keep track of time for the 50-kilometer march. The stage for the competition's closing ceremony at the finish line has already been set up. We'll take the second route later, and we'll have someone to lead the team."

"There are three companies. Whoever arrives first will be first."

"Do you understand?"

"clear!!!"

This time, the roar was much louder than the one he had just shouted "I'm not tired" against his conscience.

"Then there's nothing much to say. The new comrades who won't be participating will stay, and the rest of the classes will take stock of their numbers."

"Leaving in five minutes!!"

After Cheng Dong hurriedly finished his instructions, he stopped talking and ran to a group of people in the distance who were packing their backpacks. He chattered with them in a mumbled voice, but no one knew what he was negotiating about.

Although we only lined up for a while.

But Chen Mo still felt that his clothes were soaked by the rain. A cool breeze blew past, and he felt cold all over his body.

He raised his hand and touched the bag. The dry food stored there was already a little damp, and now it was even more wet.

It doesn't even need water, it already looks like dough lumps.

There are only two people in their public service class participating in the competition, so there is no need to call their names. They can just supervise each other.

Chen Mo ran back to the carriage where he had just rested, tore open the plastic sheet that he had used as bedding, and wrapped the shoulder bag tightly.

Five minutes passed quickly.

Chen Mo followed the team and lined up to receive the backpack.

Maybe it was because of the rain, the veterans who were packing the backpacks were quite considerate and packed up all the things that couldn't get wet.

Along with the satchel and gun, they were weighed one by one.

As long as the weight is at least 35 kilograms, no one will say anything, and it doesn’t matter if it’s a little more.

But if the combined weight of anyone's bag is not enough, the people on the scene will immediately force it into their backpack with marked bricks.

Thirty-five kilograms, a total of seventy kilograms, is heavier than carrying half a bag of corn.

In the dark night, braving the strong wind and drizzle, the team set off.

Since Chen Mo was a private, he received special care and was assigned to the third squad.

There are both shifts one and two in front to block the wind, which can help him save energy and prevent him from getting lost walking behind or getting lost.

The one carrying the company flag at the head of the line was Hu Hai, a third-class sergeant from the first squad.

at first.

When Chen Mo set out, he thought that training sessions like this would be very exciting at the beginning, and that they would brag along the way and talk about their heroic deeds of the past.

After all, this is the tradition of military training.

But what he didn't expect was that the reconnaissance company, a group of animals, started off with a sprint.

The company flag in front fluttered in the wind.

Veterans in the company kept turning on their flashlights, shining them on the map, planning the route, and marching quickly.

Chen Mo himself couldn't tell how long he ran, but it was definitely no less than five kilometers.

This night march was very uncomfortable. Just when Chen Mo felt that he was soaked all over and his body was exhausted to the extreme.

A valley ahead blocked the entire company's way.

Because it was too dark, Chen Mo looked up and forward for a long time, but could not see the specific situation.

It was the third squad leader, Peng Wei, who was standing next to him. He pulled him forward and said, "Scholar, up ahead is the tow crossing, one of our eight subjects."

"I've looked at the map. The road is seventeen meters from one end to the other, and it's secured in the middle with a hemp rope."

"If we want to cross this stream, we have to climb over a hemp rope, but the rope is still seven or eight meters from the water surface. Do you dare to climb it?"

"I dare!" Chen Mo nodded without thinking.

It has come to this point. Not to mention towing across, we have to go into the minefield.

If he was afraid, he wouldn't have joined the army.

"Okay, you're pretty brave." Peng Wei smiled and saw that the veteran in front had already started to cross.

He said quickly, "I don't have time to talk. Take out the safety rope from your backpack and hang one end on the weapon belt. The other end will be hung on the rope later."

"Remember, there are only two ways to cross. One is to cross from below, which means holding the rope with both hands, hanging your legs on it, and climbing up bit by bit. But this method is too energy-consuming."

"Our next task is to cross the obstacle course by boat. There are very limited boats in the lake ahead. Whichever company arrives first will get a boat. Those who arrive late will have to swim across the lake."

"So, in order to save time, we had no choice but to swim across the river, which means climbing on the rope and moving slowly to the other side, trying to conserve energy so that we could concentrate on the next subject."

"Do you understand?"

"clear!!"

Chen Mo nodded.

Peng Wei's face was very serious, because a martial arts competition was, in some ways, a war.

He knew that the upper crossing was more difficult and required a very demanding balance from the warrior, but there was nothing he could do.

Since Xiucai has been assigned to Class 3, Team Leader Peng cannot let the brothers in the rear be delayed from crossing the river because of his own class's problems.

He pulled out a blue wristband from his backpack, handed it to Chen Mo and said, "Come on, Xiucai. After this competition, I'll treat you to a drink when I get back to the company."

"Thank you, squad leader. I told you I won't be the breakthrough point for the company."

Chen Mo reached out to take the wristband. Actually, it was not really a wristband. It was just a rubber pad used to hold folders. The veterans took it and roasted it over a fire to make it into a curved shape.

Placed on the thigh, it acts as a protective gear to protect the thigh.

When crossing, the base of the thigh is the most vulnerable part.

Don’t be fooled by how unreliable these veterans seem. In fact, in many cases, they are like a hundred-bag suitcase, with everything you need.

He knew that this was Squad Leader Peng's protective gear, but at the moment, as a private, he was not as good as the veteran in all aspects. The key was to improve his speed as soon as possible and not fall behind.

So, there is no need to be humble.

Team one and team two quickly crossed the rope and waved their flashlights on the other side to signal the people behind them to pass.

It's my turn.

It wasn't a big deal just now because the distance was far, but now it's closer.

Only then did Chen Mo see the traction equipment for the crossing clearly. In front of him was a hemp rope as thick as a baby's arm.

The other end of the rope connected to the pitch-black shore, which was completely invisible to the naked eye and surrounded by darkness.

Below the rope are gurgling waves, and the sound of water splashing against the shore can only be heard if you stand close.

The howling wind made the ropes sway.

In this kind of situation, it is impossible to say that Chen Mo does not feel nervous at all.

After all, he is not a special forces soldier and has never played these games.

But there is an entire company of people waiting behind him, and there are two companies of opponents in front of him, racing against time.

You must not allow yourself to become a breakthrough point for the company. This sentence, no matter what, cannot be empty talk.

Life goes on, the fight never ends!!

Chen Mo silently chanted Lianhun in his heart, then reached out and hung the buckle of the safety rope on the hemp rope.

Use the upper crossing method, slowly lie down on the rope, adjust the position of your weight bag, wrap the rope around your ankles, push forward slightly, and pull the rope with both hands.

It is very difficult to maintain balance when carrying dozens of kilograms of weight and lying on this kind of rope. In addition, no matter how you pull this rope, there will be ups and downs.

Chen Mo didn't dare to breathe deeply the whole time. His eyes were fixed on the front. Below him, the rushing river was dark and scary.

But he didn't even look down.

In the back, while the scholar was climbing the rope, a group of veterans did not go up because too many people would inevitably cause the rope to shake more violently.

They waited for the new recruits to grow up.

They then give way, allowing new comrades ample opportunities to grow.

No matter how urgent it is, don't rush these seventeen meters.

This is what is truly valuable about the reconnaissance company of the Seventh Division.

When the other side shook the flashlight again.

Peng Wei finally breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand: "Brothers, go ahead."

Rows of veterans, supervised by observers from the anti-aircraft artillery brigade, stepped onto the ropes.

Chen Mo, who arrived at the other side first, found that there was only an old soldier standing there with a flashlight sending signals.

Those who were the first to cross the river in squad one and squad two had already rushed to the next battlefield.

He had no time to rest.

A competition of martial arts is a test of willpower and a test of physical strength.

He politely declined the veteran's order to rest, forcibly held down his trembling legs, and repacked the safety rope.

The figure quickly disappeared into the night.

The final rule of the competition was that the three companies had three different starting routes.

During the first traction crossing, the two teams will not meet each other, and they will each have a competition section of more than ten kilometers.

But when we arrived at the lake where the boats were being trained, we saw the gathering place of three companies and more than 200 people.

There is no sea in Xiaocheng, and the terrain is mountainous and hilly, so there are no pontoon troops stationed here.

Therefore, in the boat obstacle crossing subject, the assault boats used were all from their own reconnaissance company.

The two reconnaissance companies of the anti-aircraft artillery brigade are not large in size, and the total storage capacity of the two companies is only 30 assault boats.

There was just enough space for four people, one for the Seventh Division, so whoever arrived later would have to choose to swim across the lake.

Chen Mo was running wildly on the road. He had no idea how far away the person in front of him was, nor did he know how long it would take for the person behind him to catch up.

Anyway, the veteran had just shown him the way, so he just kept running along the path. As long as he didn't turn, he wouldn't get lost.

He had no thoughts in his mind now, and his only focus was running, faster and faster.

If only we could look down from a high altitude at this time.

You can see that three reconnaissance companies are converging towards the lake from different directions.

Since Chen Mo and his group were guests and unfamiliar with the surrounding terrain, they took Line 2 when they were assigned, which actually gave them an advantage.

Because they just run in a straight line.

The other two reconnaissance companies needed to rush diagonally towards the assembly point.

Hundreds of people gathered together in the middle of the night like hundreds of wolves, running wildly and converging in dense masses.

Sprint against time.

Everyone gritted their teeth, no one wanted to fall behind.