Chapter 133: Breaking through the barriers one after another, this private soldier is too evil
In the early hours of the morning when it was so dark that one could hardly see one's hand in front of one's face, Chen Mo himself had no idea how long he had been running.
All I could hear was the whistling wind in my ears and the drizzle on my face.
The intensity of the scout competition is really not something that ordinary people can withstand. If Chen Mo was not a veteran at heart, his belief in never giving up as a soldier would have been deeply rooted in his mind.
There is no way I can keep running while carrying more than 30 kilograms of weight and being so tired that I almost faint.
But he must fight, not only for the company, but also for himself. As long as there is an opportunity to perform, he must seize it firmly.
He wants to meet his old leader and change his life.
This is Chen Mo's goal and belief. Every time he faces the test of extreme environment, he will remind himself of it over and over again.
Gradually.
The wind blew in his face and the fishy smell of water became stronger and stronger. Chen Mo knew that he was getting closer to the lake where the boat was being operated, and that the route he was running was correct.
That’s indeed true.
After running about another six or seven hundred meters, Chen Mo vaguely saw a dozen veterans squatting on the ground next to two troop transport trucks on the edge of the lake, sticking their butts out to pump air into the assault boats.
When I got closer, I recognized that they were the veterans from squad one and squad two who had just crossed the river first.
Chen Mo was quite speechless and said: "This assault boat for the competition needs to be inflated by yourself?"
"Stop talking nonsense." One of the veterans, their butts sticking out, looked up and saw the newcomer. He pointed toward the car next to him and said, "There's still some in the back. Hurry up, grab the air pump and fill it up."
"Those bastards from the other companies will be here soon."
“Okay!!”
Chen Mo didn't waste any time. He quickly ran to the truck compartment and dragged out a black assault boat. He picked up the air pump and joined the inflatable army.
It would be fine if this thing was electric, but if it is manually inflated, it would take at least seven or eight minutes for an assault boat to do it.
Obviously.
The person in charge of the unit also knew that it would take time to cross the river, and that the personnel from each company participating in the competition would not come together. He deliberately used this method to force those who arrived first to stay by the lake and be responsible for cheering them up.
Give those behind time to catch up.
It took about five or six minutes.
Before Chen Mo could finish getting a single assault boat, the soldiers from the third, fourth and fifth squads led by Peng Wei arrived one after another.
Their main force arrived, and people from the other two companies arrived almost at the same time.
There were only thirty assault boats in total, and nearly twenty of them were snatched away by the people of the Seventh Division.
Of course they won’t agree.
"Damn it, leave the stuff behind!!"
The two reconnaissance companies of the anti-aircraft artillery brigade were divided into the east and west sides, surrounding Chen Mo and his men in the middle.
In an instant, the two sides were on the verge of a fight.
"I'll leave you here, Gou Ba. Inflate the boat and launch it. Four people a boat. Let's see who dares to rob us today. I'll kill him."
Liu Dong, a third-class sergeant from the first squad, poked the company flag into the ground, rolled up his sleeves, and glared at the restless crowd opposite him.
Now is the time to demonstrate the unity of the entire company.
On the Kuchi Reconnaissance Company side, the old non-commissioned officers who usually kept silent in the company rolled up their sleeves and prepared for a fight.
He protected the rest of the company behind him and dragged the assault boat into the water.
There is some truth to this distribution. Veterans are relatively strong swimmers, and even without a boat, they can still swim to the other side.
The younger ones have more strength and better waists, so they have more advantages than them when paddling speedboats.
You can reach the other side earlier.
While the two sides were confronting each other, the veterans on the scene cooperated very well and dragged the assault boat into the water.
The boat Chen Mo was in charge of was still not fully inflated, so he simply handed it to Peng Wei beside him and said, "Squad leader, this assault boat is for you."
After saying that.
While the people outside were not paying attention, he secretly took all the air pumps in the back of the truck into his arms, and followed the crowd into the water in a sly manner.
A group of veterans stared at the scholar in amazement. He was holding a bunch of air pumps and mixed in with them to run with them.
You know, the lake in front of us is a large reservoir, and it takes several kilometers to cross it.
Even if they took away most of the assault boats, the other two companies would definitely leave people here to inflate them in order not to delay the rest of the time.
After all, rowing is definitely faster than swimming.
But if you took the air pump away, how can I inflate it? Should I blow it with my mouth?
Yao Jinghua, who had worked with Chen Mo before, thought he knew Xiucai very well, but he didn't expect that this guy was so mean.
But while some people were shocked, others admired it, and there was no shortage of like-minded people in the reconnaissance company.
Seeing that he was carrying so many air pumps, an old soldier immediately pulled Chen Mo onto his boat.
"Hurry, hurry, throw all your gear and weights into the cabin and row next to me."
"Damn, Xiucai, you're such a talent, full of bad intentions, haha, but I like it!!"
Chen Mo grinned and threw everything in his backpack except the gun into the cabin. He then rode to the edge of the assault cabin, lay there, and paddled with all his strength.
There were four people in a boat, and all four of them took action together.
The assault boat rushed forward quickly like a ghost in the dark night.
On the lake, with the protection of other veterans, nearly twenty boats set off smoothly.
The veterans who were confronting the other two companies, seeing that their own people had withdrawn, also turned around and picked up their equipment.
Plop! Plop! Plop!
There were continuous sounds of people jumping into the water, and a group of people dived into the water, preparing to cross the lake.
There is no way.
These people have all run away, there is no point in confronting them anymore.
When the two reconnaissance companies of the anti-aircraft artillery brigade gathered together, they discussed that some of the people who were good at swimming would go into the water first, and the rest would inflate the assault boats here.
Then I found out that the boat was still there, stored in the carriage.
But I searched everywhere and couldn't even find an air pump.
A group of veteran artillery and instrument reconnaissance soldiers were so angry that their faces turned green. They immediately pointed at the fleet that had already gone far away on the lake and cursed loudly.
"You damn armored guys, you guys deserve to die! You guys took the air pump too?"
"Locusts, you guys?"
"Don't let me catch you, damn it!!"
But no matter how much you curse, you can still blow the speedboat into the air even if you just blow on it with your mouth, since the lake is so far away.
Otherwise, by the time they swam a few kilometers over, the other person would have disappeared.
On the lakeshore, a group of veterans jumped into the water in frustration, splashing water and chasing forward desperately.
The remaining twenty or so people helplessly held the assault boat and tried their best to pump air into it.
That mood.
It's even more painful than being fucked by a dog.
Rowing a speedboat is a very tiring job that relies entirely on the strength of the abdomen and arms.
Chen Mo was popular and got on a boat closer to the front. After sliding continuously, his hands were almost frozen and numb.
He was indifferent to the scolding from behind. Since he dared to take it, why would he be afraid of being scolded?
But the other three veterans on the boat almost died of laughter.
While rowing, tears were about to burst out.
"Haha, scholar, you're such a mean bastard. Damn it, I was just right to let you come to the duel. I already guessed that you're not a pushover."
"I knew you were no good, but I didn't expect you to be so mean. How could Lao Pao, such an upright man, raise a scoundrel like you?"
Seeing that he was the first to set off, the three veterans kept laughing, so his rowing speed slowed down.
Overtaken by others in the company.
Chen Mo urged angrily: "You three old men, stop laughing, we are all behind."
"What Lao Deng? Damn it, why does it sound so uncomfortable to me?" The old soldier who laughed the most stared.
He was just about to speak and continue arguing with the scholar.
Suddenly, a loud "boom" sound came from the lake in the distance.
Although it was not yet completely light outside, there was a huge explosion, accompanied by water splashing more than ten meters high.
The few boats rowing in the front can still be seen clearly.
The noise was so loud that the entire lake was shaking.
"Is it such a big deal?"
Chen Mo rode on the side of the assault boat, looking at the distance with surprise. It was obvious that someone was deliberately firing shells into the water.
"Big ass, this is artillery coverage, get off the boat!!"
The old soldier roared.
After all, Chen Mo has only been a scout for a short time, and he is not very proficient in some subjects.
Before he could figure out how to deal with the artillery fire, the two veterans on the opposite side grabbed the weights in the cabin with one hand and jumped into the water with a "splash".
Even the assault boat was overturned.
Chen Mo's body tilted and he fell directly into the lake.
You know.
Although it is late March and the temperature can sometimes reach over 20 degrees during the day, it is still freezing cold in the early morning.
When he suddenly entered the water, Chen Mo felt his whole body instantly enveloped in coldness. Everything in front of his eyes was dark and he couldn't see anything clearly.
Fortunately, there are small ventilation holes on the assault boat. As long as the person is buckled underneath and there are no signs of human activity on the water surface, it is not considered a violation.
After Chen Mo adapted a little.
He stuck his head out to breathe in the upside-down cabin.
One of the other veterans rowing the boat also stuck his head out. He glanced at Chen Mo and said with a smile, "You have a good mental state."
"I thought you would thrash around for a while and choke on some water."
"Hey, scholar, sometimes I really feel like you were a soldier before. I can see some of the shadows of veterans in you."
"Don't talk nonsense, I didn't." Chen Mo felt guilty.
He casually changed the subject: "Squad leader, how many blasts are needed for this kind of artillery coverage?"
"Just a few more blasts, just one will do."
The old soldier curled his lips and said in a muffled voice, "During the period of artillery fire, no one can stay on the water for a long time."
"It's okay to take a breath. Our company is too far ahead of the other two teams. Sometimes, during the boat obstacle course, we just want to give the people behind us a chance to catch up."
"Wait. When the whistle blows, you can go out."
Knowing that he would have to wait a while, Chen Mo was helpless. The water was really fucking cold.
But compared to the veterans behind who had to swim the whole way, it was much better.
The group without assault boats can indeed use this opportunity to dive deeper and catch up.
They are not in a hurry since they have a boat. After all, they can definitely go much faster by boat.
Now if they were to take the boat instead and want to move forward, it would be difficult to move.
It's not a big deal.
The time spent soaking in water is always difficult.
Chen Mo couldn't tell exactly how long it had been, maybe five minutes, or maybe only two.
Shrill whistles continued to be heard from the distant shore, and the alert caused by artillery fire had been lifted.
Chen Mo assisted the three veterans to turn the assault boat over again and climbed onto the boat with great effort, not even taking a breath.
The four of them continued rowing and rushed to the other side.
Passing by the area where the shells had just exploded, Chen Mo turned around and looked at the groups of stunned fish floating on the water.
By this time it was already daybreak.
Crucian carp as big as a palm and grass carp as long as an adult's arm can be seen everywhere.
There are not so many fishermen these days, and wild aquatic products are everywhere, which makes Chen Mo's eyes glow green.
It's not that he likes fish, it's mainly because he's hungry.
Since I set out yesterday morning, I have eaten four steamed buns and a bag of pickled mustard greens, and I have only eaten fried noodles twice.
That thing can make you feel full, but it's not very useful.
He had been running and swimming all the time, and had no food in his stomach. He was already starving.
There was some fried noodles wrapped in plastic cloth in the bag.
But, there is no time to eat.
After being greedy for a long time, Chen Mo forced himself to turn his head away and not look at the fat fish. He continued to row the boat tirelessly with his hands.
The competition has reached this level.
Physical fitness is really not important, it all depends on faith.
finally.
After Chen Mo and his friends had rowed for several kilometers and their hands were frozen, they finally reached the other side of the lake.
"Xiucai, I'll row back to pick up the other comrades. You take your backpack and set off first. Remember, there's a 100-meter minefield ahead. Look at the signs and don't go the wrong way."
"This minefield is full of accompanying mines, which are real mines that will explode. Be careful."
Accompanied by thunder? ! !
Chen Mo had just gotten off the boat and his legs were still weak. When he heard about the 100-meter minefield, he subconsciously turned his head to look forward.
Wherever you look, you can see a lot of small yellow flags stuck on the ground.
Chen Mo stared at the flag closest to him for a few seconds, and there was indeed a rusty "iron rod" stuck next to the flag.
It looks very much like the Type 59 companion mine, but I'm not interested in knowing whether it's real or not.
Who the hell is curious about landmines?
But Chen Mo couldn't help but sigh that the comprehensive exercises of this reconnaissance company were really fucking abnormal. They could even use associated mines in minefields.
One of these things can block a large area. The veteran just said it was a 100-meter minefield.
He looked up and saw that the area within at least 200 meters ahead was filled with land accompanied by thunder.
Intertwined silk threads formed a restricted area of several hundred meters in radius.
Look at the veterans who have reached the finish line, they all sit on the ground to rest and recover their strength.
Chen Mo was no longer active.
He sat down in a slightly drier place, took out the water bottle he had brought with him, and gulped down several mouthfuls of water.
Then, he carefully unwrapped the plastic sheet that wrapped the backpack and opened the shoulder bag.
Looking at the dry food he had stored, it had become like mixed fish food, all stuck together and looking yellow.
The unique wheat fragrance was no longer there, replaced by the fishy smell of lake water and rain.
Chen Mo frowned.
He really couldn't swallow this kind of dry food.
I have to eat it. The competition hasn't ended yet, so let's not even think about fried noodles.
They are just bugs. As long as they can replenish your energy, you have to eat them.
"Squad leader, I still have some dry food here, does anyone need it?"
Chen Mo broke off a piece and put it in his mouth, then stretched out his hand to signal to the veteran nearby.
But it is obvious that these old hands know how to live better than him.
Some people waved their hands to indicate that they had some too, while others took out a lively grass carp from their arms and used the dagger they brought with them to scrape the scales off the fish.
It looks like we're going to have a sashimi feast.
There are even some ruthless people who can actually take out steamed buns and half a bag of pickled mustard greens from their pockets and eat them with relish.
Fortunately, Chen Mo was thick-skinned enough that he shamelessly exchanged his fried noodles for some pickled mustard greens to change the taste.
There is no way to eat or drink enough.
After regaining some strength, the veterans at the scene stood up and brushed off the dust on their bodies.
He glanced at Chen Mo and said, "Scholar, be careful when crossing the minefield. It's okay to go slowly, but you must be careful."
"If you step on the wire on the ground, it will explode. The mines used in this kind of exercise won't hurt anyone, but everyone around you will be eliminated."
"Follow us and learn."
After the veteran finished speaking, he pointed at the observer not far away, indicating that someone was watching.
He himself put on a backpack and squatted on a stool.
Move into the minefield little by little, advancing cautiously.
There is no other way to pass through a minefield with accompanying mines. You can only squat, slowly feel the ground with your hands to see if there are any lines, and move forward slowly.
You can't go any faster even if you want to.
Chen Mo knew this common sense, and he also imitated the veteran's actions and moved into the minefield.
To be honest, crossing the rope at night was just about overcoming the psychological fear. Just now, rowing the boat was just a bit tiring and cold.
But crossing the minefield is really not a job for humans.
After running for so long and having just finished boating, my whole body was stiff, yet I still had to squat in a horse stance and move forward with a load of 70 kilograms.
That guy's legs were shaking so badly that he couldn't stop them from shaking. Beads of sweat were oozing from his forehead and flowing down his body.
Physical strength is not consumed bit by bit, but is sucked away directly as if by a bottomless pit.
Chen Mo only moved forward a few meters before he felt dizzy and the sweat from his fingertips flowed to the ground like a stream.
Not only him, other veterans are not much better.
At this time, talking about physical fitness and physical fitness is nonsense. What matters is who can endure longer.
Who has a stronger will.
It's pure mental torture.
If he was just mentally healthy, Chen Mo would have walked about sixty or seventy meters before the sun rose.
The clothes on my body were repeatedly wetted by rain, lake water and sweat, and after being dried in the sun, the fabric began to become hard.
It is uncomfortable to do horse stance, and you have to endure the torture of clothes on your body all the time, which is a sharp pain.
But no one dares to take it lightly.
The artillery reconnaissance and instrument reconnaissance companies, which had been left far behind by Chen Mo and his men when they were maneuvering the boat, caught up again.
The problem is, it’s useless to catch up.
The minefield treats everyone equally, and Chen Mo hasn't passed it even after more than an hour.
The most annoying thing about associated thunder is that it is useless even if you follow the footprints in front of you. It will only slow you down and you still have to squat down and grope your way around bit by bit.
When regulations do not allow mine clearance.
Everyone must go through this torturous process.
Chen Mo didn't know how long they had been moving forward, but he only remembered that when he entered the minefield, the sun had not yet risen completely.
By the time he had completely crossed the minefield, the sun was already high above his head.
He did not make any mistakes during the entire process, and fortunately the veteran next to him did not make any mistakes either, and the bomb did not explode.
"Come on, scholar, the subject ahead is mountain climbing. Can you handle it?"
Just crossed the minefield.
Before he could catch his breath and relieve his fatigue, an old soldier next to him asked with a smile.
"There's never a time when I can't."
Hearing this, Chen Mo gritted his teeth and forced himself to suppress the fatigue and aches all over his body, under the surprised gazes of several veterans.
Reorganize your backpack and continue to charge forward.
I sharpen the sword for a hundred days just to unsheathe it one day, how can I stop?
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