Chapter 124: You were careless and shouldn't have been allowed to participate in the competition
The reconnaissance company of the Seventh Division entered the scene.
The team consisted of two columns of more than one hundred people, stretching the entire queue to nearly one hundred meters long.
The soldiers in the front row were waving the company flag, and with the sound of "thump thump thump" footsteps, everyone held their heads high, showing their courage to move forward.
At the entrance, someone is responsible for holding the number plate and pinning it on the soldier's chest with a pin.
In addition to the number plates, there are also special personnel checking guns, magazines, water bottles, grenades and other weight-bearing equipment on the body, and the inspection is quite strict.
Chen Mo's position was a little further back in the queue, and he watched as the people in front of him entered smoothly one by one.
But when it was his turn, the lieutenant in charge of duty arranged by the anti-aircraft artillery brigade, holding the number plate in his hand, looked at the private in front of him in surprise.
"You want to participate too?"
"yes."
Chen Mo straightened his chest.
It’s no wonder people question it.
The veterans participating in the scout competition looked like soldiers who had been in the army for many years. Not to mention that most of their uniforms were tattered and covered with patches.
There was a subtle aggression emanating from him, and the fierce look in his eyes when he looked at strangers was completely different from that of a new recruit.
Chen Mo is not tall and looks very friendly. He really feels like a husky that suddenly sneaks into a wolf pack.
Very recognizable.
Considering his rank of private and his bright eyes, no matter how you look at him, he doesn't look like someone who can compete with those old hands.
The lieutenant holding the number tag scratched his head and found that none of the veterans in the queue objected. They all looked at each other with their mouths watching their noses and their noses watching their hearts.
He reluctantly accepted it and pinned the number "076" on Chen Mo's chest.
This is just a small episode.
The old soldiers nearby knew that Xiucai was being looked down upon, but no one said anything. After all, they had just arrived at the venue, and maintaining overall discipline was the key.
I couldn’t see clearly what was happening inside the anti-aircraft artillery brigade base from the outside just now, but now I follow the team into the venue.
The layout inside can basically be seen clearly.
This place really doesn't look like the base of the anti-aircraft artillery brigade. The surrounding area is surrounded by hilly terrain that serves as a natural barrier. Only when you go inside do you find that the area here is quite large.
A small plain stretching as far as the eye can see.
There is a parking lot, a flag-raising platform, and rows of simple red brick and tile houses.
It does look like an artillery range.
Just now, I could only hear the sounds outside but couldn't see the two teams. After I came in, I saw the two teams standing in the open space in front of the flag-raising platform.
Although the 7th Armored Brigade and the Anti-aircraft Artillery Brigade are both units under the 63rd Army, their bases are too far apart and the grassroots cadres of both sides basically do not know each other, let alone the soldiers.
In front of the flag-raising platform.
The other two reconnaissance companies had already formed their teams. Perhaps because they had too few people, they deliberately expanded the formation. The distance between these soldiers in front, behind, left and right was about 60 centimeters.
And what he was holding was not a Type 81 rifle, but a Type 85 silent submachine gun.
The straight military uniform, upright posture and resolute face.
Even though the other side has stopped shouting slogans at this time, one can still see the sense of grandeur from the overall perspective.
As strong as the Great Wall of Steel, it is indestructible.
This is the momentum of the Ace Company, which is no worse than Chen Mo’s troops, at least visually.
There is no such thing as Confucian hospitality in the army.
The host is showing off his power.
The reconnaissance company of our Seventh Division is definitely not going to be cowardly. The two columns are marching in formation, and the "thump thump thump" footsteps are as loud as thundering bells and drums.
I don't care even if the soles of my feet are numb from stomping. I just want to fight for this moment of pride.
Chen Mo was able to keep up with the team.
New recruits in the company, such as Yang Dali and Li Zhiang, were led by the deputy company commander, Lao Hou, to a farther place to gather.
The three reconnaissance companies quickly formed a unified formation.
In front of the flag-raising platform.
The team of more than 300 people was divided into three teams, and no one looked at each other.
But the red and green army, the iron horses looking forward, the warriors determined, and the majestic momentum are all the same.
Although the distances between the companies are clear, it is easy to tell from their uniforms and their firm and powerful postures that they are of the same origin.
It was the atmosphere of an impending competition that made the three parties all look straight ahead with high fighting spirit.
Only the company commanders of both sides were quite friendly at this time.
Cheng Dong and Huo Linshan followed the two company commanders of the anti-aircraft artillery brigade, chatting and offering cigarettes.
They were whispering and discussing the arrangements for the next competition.
It took about ten minutes.
Chen Mo felt that the sharp dislike among the people in the three teams had been smoothed over a little.
At the entrance of the shooting range, a Peugeot and two military jeeps entered the site, raising dust.
The vehicle was parked on one side of the flag-raising platform.
In the back seat of the Poussin, a colonel who looked to be in his forties got out of the car.
Chen Mo knew this man. He was there when the military parade office came to Taocun military camp for selection. He was Feng Hongbing, the commander of the anti-aircraft artillery brigade.
He is also the real initiator and person in charge of this competition, and a colonel follows behind him.
The colonel is the chief of staff of the anti-aircraft artillery brigade headquarters and the host of this competition, Zhao Hongbo.
The two men walked one in front and one behind, followed by officers from various departments of the headquarters, and they all climbed up the flag-raising platform.
Zhao Hongbo waved towards the distance.
A captain immediately passed in front of the queue and shouted to the three queues: "Everyone, look to the right and look forward."
"stand at attention!!"
After shouting.
The captain turned and saluted the flag-raising platform: "Comrade Commander, all personnel have assembled. Please give instructions."
"At ease."
After Feng Hongbing and other accompanying cadres took their seats, Zhao Hongbo strode to the front of the stage and his eyes swept through the queue.
With a hint of smile on his lips, he said loudly: "Hello, comrades."
"Today is a good day! When I joined the army, I heard about the Pingcheng 7th Tank Division. Later, you moved to Hedong, and we are even closer."
"Everyone says the 3rd Penetration Company of the 7th Division is a veteran heroic unit. Today I finally got to see it for myself."
"I have seen your high spirits, vigor, and high morale."
"On behalf of all the comrades in the Anti-aircraft Artillery Brigade, I welcome you."
Snap, snap, snap.
There was a sudden burst of applause in the queue.
This guy was just on edge.
As a result, when the leader came, he didn’t encourage or mobilize us for the competition, but instead welcomed us.
This made all the veterans in the company, including Chen Mo, feel quite embarrassed.
After all, they had been standing there for more than ten minutes, constantly thinking about how to kill the two reconnaissance companies of the anti-aircraft artillery brigade.
Why isn't this happening according to the rules?
The applause was so intense that Chen Mo and some veterans raised their hands awkwardly and clapped along for a while.
Zhao Hongbo raised his hand to signal a halt, and continued in a thunderous voice: "Comrades, as the saying goes, soldiers are trained in hardship and swords are sharpened on stone. Martial arts competitions are a battlefield without the smoke of gunpowder."
"Our 63rd Army has always advocated integrating combat elements through combat formations, using combat readiness missions to guide training implementation, improving training quality and effectiveness through summarization and review, and stimulating training enthusiasm through competitions."
"As the saying goes, not being able to serve on Call of Duty is the greatest incompetence."
"If we cannot fight when war comes, it is a great shame. If we cannot win on the battlefield, it is a complete dereliction of duty."
"For a country to be strong, it must have a strong character; for an army to be powerful, it must have courage and courage."
"Dare to draw the sword in the face of the enemy, dare to shoulder the burden, dare to break through the difficulties, and have perseverance in the face of temptation."
"This is what makes an excellent soldier."
"And the battlefield of the competition is the stage built for you, the battlefield created for you."
"Comrades, the swords are drawn, the beacon fires are lit, are you ready?"
As the Chief of Staff finished speaking.
The three reconnaissance companies stood at attention again, their bodies straightened up again.
Then they shouted in unison: "Always be prepared! Always be prepared!! Always be prepared!!!"
Roars, one louder than the other, resounded throughout the artillery range.
The opening ceremony of the competition is over.
But it also ignited the beginning of the competition.
The three reconnaissance companies were taken aside by their leading cadres. In this kind of competition, participants were randomly selected according to their number plates.
Chen Mo learned that the first event was the fully equipped five-kilometer race, which he was best at and the one he practiced most often.
That guy was pushing the veteran next to him hard, trying to get to the front to see if he would be picked.
But unfortunately.
I don’t know how they draw numbers like this. The number “076” represented by Chen Mo is not on the first list.
Seeing the veterans being selected, they were so excited that they wanted to jump up. They put on their equipment and followed the personnel responsible for maintaining order at the competition site into the competition venue.
Ninety people were selected from three reconnaissance companies and rushed into the scene like a strong hurricane.
Chen Mo sighed, feeling a little sorry.
This kind of lottery is really unfair.
In the five-kilometer armed race, he had previously broken the veteran's record. If he could have taken the field, he would have definitely won first place for the company.
Seeing him sighing, Wang Jianyong, who was also not picked, bumped his shoulder into Chen Mo and said with a smile, "What's wrong, scholar? Are you feeling upset because you are not allowed to play?"
"A little bit." Chen Mo shrugged.
There is nothing wrong with admitting this. After all, in a competition, you will definitely choose what you are good at.
There are countless subjects in scout training. In some subjects, he can win if he tries hard because of his youth and the foundation he has laid in nearly four months.
But in some subjects, he is at best in the middle of the company, and it is difficult for him to have a chance to win the championship.
"Forget it." Wang Jianyong dragged him through the crowd and ran to the side of the track. "The lottery competition is to measure overall strength. It's impressive that you can participate as a private."
"Just consider this a chance to broaden your horizons. I've been a soldier for five years, and I can't even call myself a veteran scout. You haven't even been in the army for five months, and your fur isn't even fully grown yet. Take a break."
Depend on!
Chen Mo rolled his eyes when he heard that.
What a bullshit about gaining experience. This guy will be called up to play at any time, and he will just fight hard when he gets there. There is no such thing as gaining experience.
"Bang!"
As the two men squeezed forward, they heard the starting gun.
The first fully equipped five-kilometer race began.
But the most dramatic and energetic scene then unfolds.
As soon as the scout competition begins, they are allowed to help each other, which is the so-called call-up before departure.
Chen Mo watched with his own eyes as Yao Jinghua, the squad leader of Class 8, distributed water bottles, guns, bullet belts, and grenade belts to different comrades at the moment the starting gun sounded.
That guy, it’s a good thing that you can’t be shirtless in a fight, otherwise, Lao Yao would want to take off his camouflage uniform after seeing his posture.
There was some chaos on the field for a while.
It is true that the reconnaissance company of the Seventh Division is elite, but the anti-aircraft artillery brigade is also not bad.
A group of veterans who had taken off the weight looked like they were stepping on Hot Wheels. They raised their heads and clenched their fists, with veins bulging on their necks.
Running for his life.
It was the first time for Chen Mo to see a competition among scouts, and he was a little confused.
Damn, all the equipment is gone, is this still a full equipment competition?
The recruits in the distance were staring with their eyes wide open. This kind of competition scene was very different from their usual training.
In addition to throwing away the weight, pulling, grabbing, snatching, tearing and pushing during running are not considered fouls.
As long as it's not a particularly obvious fight, basically no one cares.
Although the anti-aircraft artillery brigade's artillery range covers a large area, the runway is not very large. There are lines drawn with white lime on the dirt road, and there are signs every hundred meters.
One lap is about 600 meters.
Chen Mo discovered that the running was quite chaotic only in the first two hundred meters. Starting from the third hundred meters, the veterans from each company would deliberately keep a distance from each other.
Running alone.
Chen Mo stared at the track intently. When the game entered the second lap, a more exciting scene occurred.
Their chief steward, Liu Rengao, may have lacked exercise due to the recent competitions, or may have eaten too many steamed buns and pickled mustard greens in the morning.
That guy was vomiting while running.
When soldiers from other companies ran by, they were not paying attention and were vomited all over their backs.
Chen Mo was relatively close to the quartermaster, and he could see that the veteran whose back was covered with vomit was almost crying. This was such an unexpected disaster.
Even Cheng Dong was left in tears and laughter, jumping up and down on the periphery and yelling, "Stop throwing up, it's a waste of time. Wait until we get to the finish line."
Anyway, Chen Mo had no idea how uncomfortable the quartermaster was feeling, and he had never tried to vomit for five kilometers.
But I have to say that this old scout is really cruel to himself. Even after vomiting like this, he still insisted on running.
And the speed is not slow.
In the final results of the fully equipped five-kilometer race, the first and second places were both won by people from the Seventh Division.
Cheng Dong's mouth almost twisted with joy.
When he was watching the competition just now, he had his hands behind his back, but the moment the results were announced, he immediately put his hands on his hips.
The people in the company were also very happy.
After all, in this kind of competition, the physical fitness of each company is similar. Whoever wins first place depends not only on their own ability, but also on luck.
The first and second positions were both taken by the Armored Brigade, which is indeed a cause for celebration.
The first fully equipped five-kilometer race ended without causing much stir, after all, it was just the beginning subject.
When it comes to the second item.
The entire company is lined up waiting, and the company commander hasn't returned yet.
Chen Mo became a little anxious and kept tapping his feet and looking into the distance.
Damn it, it would be fine if I didn’t get a turn in the first game, but it would be such a loss if I didn’t get a turn in the second game either.
Over the past half month.
He has been working very hard with these veterans. While others are practicing for a whole day, he would wish he could get up at night and practice for a while longer.
Isn't it just for this competition that you fight so hard?
soon.
The company commander who was randomly selected in the past came back, but at this moment, Cheng Dong's expression was a little strange.
Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Chen Mo squeezed to the front.
Cheng Dong waved his hand. Amidst everyone's puzzled gazes, he quickly walked up to Chen Mo and said with worry, "The next subject will be very unfavorable to us."
"Especially you, scholar, there are rapid-fire pistol subjects and 85 submachine gun shooting subjects."
"You, number 076, were also selected."
As soon as the company commander finished speaking, the group of veterans from the reconnaissance company around him all looked worried.
The company was actually equipped with Type 81 and Type 85 silent submachine guns, but the new recruits who had not undergone reconnaissance training were not equipped with submachine guns.
This thing is standard equipment for reconnaissance companies, especially armored reconnaissance companies. It is even more impossible for them to only have rifles.
The pistol is a Type 91 four-barreled dagger gun (ps: the previous part was written wrong, 91 was written as 92).
No matter whether it is a submachine gun or a pistol, the recruits have never practiced with it.
No, I've practiced rapid-fire pistols twice, but the intensity of the contact was nothing compared to what the veterans experienced in the competition.
If this were to happen, wouldn't it be a huge joke?
When Chen Mo heard that he was assigned to the shooting subject, he was stunned for a moment, but it was not because he didn't know how to do it, but because the company didn't allow him to bring a pistol this time.
Not to mention submachine guns, he had never seen anyone in the reconnaissance company hold one.
Maybe he saw Chen Mo's doubts.
Cheng Dong said, "Don't worry about the guns. We'll give you guns and bullets when we get to the venue. You can just leave it to fate. It's useless to teach you in a short time."
"Remember the key points of rapid-fire pistols." Cheng Dong handed the selected list to the veteran beside him and asked him to quickly notify people to step out of the line.
He quickly instructed Chen Mo, "We'll have a rapid-fire pistol attack later, the distance is 20 meters, and I think their props should be a CD."
"Each group will be ranked based on the time it takes to hit the target. There are five bullets and five discs in total."
"Remember, rapid fire is the test that's closest to actual combat. Whoever shoots first is likely to get the best score. Don't be nervous when you get on stage. Just listen to the command and load the bullet."
"Adjust your mindset and try to be absolutely fast and absolutely accurate. As long as you don't miss the target, that's fine."
"As for the final result, you don't have to worry about it."
"Do you understand?"
"Yes, Captain!"
Chen Mo puffed out his chest, which made the always proud Captain Cheng say things like "leave it to fate", "try your best", and "don't ask for results".
It shows how hopeless he is.
There's nothing we can do about that.
Since Chen Mo entered the military camp, Cheng Dong has been the company commander. It can be said that he knows all the subjects and grades he has come into contact with clearly.
At least I practiced with the pistol twice.
He had never even touched a submachine gun, so even if he was a recruit with good performance, Cheng Dong still felt unsure about it.
Just give a few quick instructions.
Chen Mo had his equipment taken away by the veteran soldier next to him.
Then, under urging, he quickly caught up with the thirty selected people and ran towards the shooting range.
The second shooting competition was held in front of a dirt slope.
When he arrived at the venue with the crowd, the officer who was in charge of checking the license plates saw the privates running towards him excitedly.
He was also stunned for a moment.
He looked at the roster in his hand, then at the number plate on Chen Mo's chest, and confirmed that it was number 076.
He asked doubtfully, "Your name is Chen Mo?"
"yes!"
Chen Mo was worried that others couldn't see clearly, so he reached out and grabbed the clothes and stretched them forward.
Just this one action left everyone else in the company speechless. Scholar, you are so shameless.
This boy, how come he doesn’t look nervous at all? Do you know how to handle the following subjects?
That’s not all.
During the entrance inspection, Chen Mo was stopped and was seen by Feng Hongbing and Zhao Hongbo.
The two men came down from the flag-raising platform just to get a closer look at the competition.
Suddenly meeting the familiar Xiucai, Feng Hongbing walked up to him with a smile on his face and said, "Xiucai, hey, we meet again."
“Hello, Chief!!”
When Chen Mo heard the voice, he turned his head to see who it was, and he quickly stood at attention and saluted.
It was not surprising that Feng Hongbing greeted Chen Mo.
After all, during the new recruits' graduation assessment, when Chen Mo broke the double army record, the two had met and chatted for a few minutes at the Taocun Anti-aircraft Artillery Battalion.
But this scene made Cheng Dong, who was following hurriedly, cover his face and stop.
Damn it, this kid shouldn’t be allowed to participate in the competition.
This was not a good idea in the first place, and we were now being targeted by the commander of the anti-aircraft artillery brigade.
Next, the people from their Seventh Division would have to follow the scholar for a walk naked, spinning around in circles, which was embarrassing.
Too careless.
How could I have forgotten that this guy is famous in the military area?
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