Chapter 134: Reaching the finish line, this is great talent
The footsteps did not stop, and Chen Mo did the same.
However, when he put on the heavy backpack and took only a few steps forward.
Chen Mo discovered that many veterans had large bloodstains at the base of their thighs.
Dye the pants black and red.
Everyone's walking posture became a little outward-facing, and the sight of them was painful.
Chen Mo felt a little strange. He subconsciously looked down at himself and found that everything was normal on his right leg of pants.
But the left leg was also covered in blood.
It’s a good thing I didn’t notice it just now.
Ever since I found blood on my legs.
The more Chen Mo walked, the more he felt his clothes rubbing against his wounds. It was itchy and painful, and it was so uncomfortable.
When I passed the minefield just now, I was so tired that I didn't pay attention.
The reason why the right leg was not worn out.
That was because when he was climbing the rope and crossing, the protective plate given to him by Peng Wei was still padding on his legs, which served a protective purpose.
The scholar was speaking righteously just now, but suddenly he stopped and pulled his trouser leg to look.
The old soldier who had set out with him stopped.
He simply stopped pretending and dropped all his equipment on the ground with a "bang", then collapsed to the ground.
"Damn scholar, I thought you were so strong. You're really willing to run to the mountain with me to start climbing the next subject."
"You were just pretending after all this time?"
Pretend to be your sister!!
Chen Mo rolled his eyes and ignored this chatterbox.
There were many veterans who had crossed the minefield at the scene. They all found medical kits in their backpacks and took out triangular bandages or bandages from them to wrap around their thighs.
He followed suit and started to get involved.
As long as you tighten your pants a little so that there is not too much direct friction on your thighs, walking will be much easier.
A large number of people in the minefield at the rear have not yet come out, and those who first broke out of the minefield did not dare to rest for too long.
After tying the right leg.
Chen Mo limped off again.
It can be seen that after so much hard work in this comprehensive exercise, none of the veterans in the company can remain relaxed.
It's all reached its limit.
But no one relaxed.
Everyone fought with gritted teeth.
Cheng Dong often says: Only those who survive have the right to complain about being tired.
For people in later generations, this may be a bit of an exaggeration, but for the vast majority of soldiers of this era.
War can really come at any time.
In their subconscious mind, going to the battlefield is not far away from them.
Therefore, in order to survive on the battlefield and to kill more enemies, these veterans really dared to fight to the death during training.
This is what is called "running to the mountain and the horse dies".
After coming out of the minefield, Chen Mo could see the mountains in the distance when he looked up, but he couldn't really run up to them.
It took everyone nearly an hour.
Maybe the distance wasn't that long, they were just too tired.
Standing at the foot of the mountain, Chen Mo looked up at the top of the mountain, which was about thirty or forty meters high, more than ten stories high, and felt dizzy.
"Is it still okay?"
When Chen Mo was looking at the mountains, another old soldier came over and asked with an attitude that looked like he wanted to be beaten.
It was exactly the same as when we came out of the minefield just now.
Facing the repeated question, Chen Mo just glanced at the other party. Although his condition was already extremely bad at this time, he still responded: "Nonsense, there is no time when I can't do it."
The tone was firm and full of disdain.
In fact, everyone knew that the reason why the veteran took turns asking questions was to stimulate the scholar's desire to win.
The mental and physical torture of trying to persevere through the entire comprehensive martial arts competition is no less than the pain of torture.
Not to mention being a private.
Even veterans have to encourage themselves at all times to ensure that they can persevere to the end.
"Okay, they are soldiers from our old Seventh Division, they are tough enough."
The old soldier came over and saw that the scholar was as tough as ever, so he took off the heavy bag on his body.
He put his arm around Chen Mo's shoulders and said with a smile, "To be honest with you, Xiucai, we have all decided that after the competition, all of us in the company will train you."
"Who the hell told you to be so fucking crazy? Why were you jumping around so happily the other day?"
"But now I have changed my mind. I have decided to forgive you when I return to the company."
The veteran patted his chest and pointed to the mountain path ahead: "Next is rock climbing, reconnaissance, reporting, and mapping."
"There's a rope hanging down from the top of the mountain. Find it yourself. Tie up your safety rope and be careful."
"After you reach the top of the mountain, describe everything you saw along the way from the artillery range to this side, or anything you couldn't see clearly in the dark, including the terrain around the top of the mountain."
"Mark the coordinates clearly, and draw out the military targets and the surrounding terrain."
"I remember you learned mapping from Platoon Leader Liang. Just follow your own experience and hand it over to the headquarters at the destination. You don't have to worry about it."
"Scholar, be careful. No matter how you perform in the competition, I'll treat you to a drink when we get back."
"Okay, thanks, veteran!!"
"Oh, why are you being so polite to me?"
The veteran raised his hand and patted Chen Mo on the shoulder, then left and began to choose his own climbing location.
Every day, veterans ask him to treat them to a drink. It’s not that he’s being polite, but the main thing is that he hasn’t even had a drink so far.
However, Chen Mo doesn't care about these things.
No matter what, the veteran really wants to help him.
But then the dry food was eaten up.
Even the fresh water in the kettle was empty.
In this situation, even if you rest on the spot, it is impossible to recover much strength.
I saw that other veterans were still climbing, with no intention of resting.
Chen Mo gritted his teeth and checked his backpack quickly to make sure it was packed tightly enough so that it wouldn't fall apart while climbing.
No more rest.
Walk around the mountain and find a climbing rope hanging from the top of the mountain. Fasten the rope tightly to the belt around your chest and take safety measures.
Start climbing hard.
In the early morning, thick ropes were still used to cross the river, but now they have changed to thin ropes for climbing.
Scouts are a group of animals, and the calluses on their hands are more useful than gloves, so they are generally not issued gloves.
But Chen Mo hasn't yet turned his calluses into gloves.
The thin rope is impossible to hold on to or hold tight.
He had no choice but to wrap the rope around his arm while climbing, wait for a foothold, untie the rope and continue climbing.
The mountain was dozens of meters high, and there were densely packed soldiers climbing everywhere.
No one complained of being tired, and it was useless to complain because they were soldiers.
No one complained of being hungry, and there was no point in complaining. Once the race started, the battle began. Nothing you said would be of any use until you reached the finish line.
Chen Mo finally reached the top of the mountain.
He opened his backpack, found paper and pen wrapped in plastic sheeting, sat on a large rock, and began to observe the terrain in the distance.
Chen Mo used to be an officer, and drawing was a basic skill for an officer. In addition, Liang Hongjie was in the company and taught him for a period of time.
At that time, Chen Mo deliberately studied during lunch break.
Letting all the cadres in the company know about this was to create a reasonable excuse for myself.
Drawing and calibration are not difficult for him.
But what made him quite depressed was.
Chen Mo hid in a corner on the top of the mountain, but there were still veterans in the company who came to him from time to time, stretching their heads to see if he could draw the map.
Afraid that he would hold the company back.
Damn, I don’t know whether I should be touched or annoyed by the way these guys treat me.
After the drawing is finished.
All personnel took inventory of their equipment, under the close supervision of observers.
The three companies began to call the roll. Anyone who had not arrived at the scene and whose name was not called at this time would be eliminated.
On Chen Mo's side, since they had grabbed enough speedboats when operating the boat, fewer people needed to swim and expend energy.
There were few people eliminated, and the number was quite even.
In addition to the more than 20 people who were killed in the minefield and had their number plates removed.
The remaining ninety-odd people all persevered until the end of the drawing.
However, the artillery reconnaissance company and the instrument reconnaissance company of the anti-aircraft artillery brigade had much worse luck.
The number of people in these two companies was originally not as large as that of the Seventh Division.
In each company, there were only more than seventy people on the field.
After the reduction in personnel through boat operations and minefields.
Now, the total number of people in the two companies combined is not as many as Chen Mo and his team.
In fact, in terms of individual soldier capabilities, the three companies are similar.
However, apart from the reasons of organization, the old Seventh Division has a large proportion of soldiers with seniority, and they also have the principle of "one step ahead, every step ahead".
The balance of victory began to tilt noticeably.
But do you think the competition is over?
No, no, no, the harder and more torturous things are still to come.
After the drawing is finished.
The competition model simply ended the previous free-range scale, and the accompanying observers began to interfere with the battlefield rescue subjects.
Speaking of this, Chen Mo couldn't help but complain in his heart.
Everyone says that he is a scholar with a black heart, but the observer is the one who is really black.
Battlefield rescue requires simulated wounded soldiers, so the observers specifically picked out the bigger and fatter ones in the company as wounded soldiers.
There were all kinds of tortures, such as broken bones all over the body, gunshot wounds in the waist and abdomen, poisonous gas entering the lungs, etc.
The wounded were unable to move and had to be carried by other participating soldiers on simple stretchers made from local materials.
Chen Mo also wanted to be a wounded soldier at first.
When selecting the wounded, he squeezed forward.
But unfortunately, he is not tall and as thin as a monkey.
Apart from looking more energetic and more handsome than other veterans, he has no other advantages.
If they are not treated as injured, then you can only be responsible for carrying the injured.
They searched hard for thick branches everywhere, but couldn't find any. So they tried to chop down trees with the bayonets or daggers they carried with them. They used two branches and put a few belts in between.
Put another layer of bedding on the wounded, and do whatever it takes to make them comfortable.
This is a competition after all, not the kind of nonsensical training that happens when recruits are training for battlefield rescue.
After the stretcher was made, the veteran who was his partner worked together to carry the wounded onto it.
Then, keep running, keep running.
The total distance of the comprehensive exercise is set at 50 kilometers, which is not an exaggeration for many veteran detectives.
The problem is that I have to complete various subjects along the way, which is unbearable.
In the end, the wounded man was carried for three kilometers before he was considered qualified. After putting him down, Chen Mo really felt that he was almost a wounded man.
I have no strength at all.
It's no wonder. He didn't eat much and was carrying heavy loads, so he was tired and sleepy.
After sending the wounded to the designated location, Chen Mo was almost in a state of collapse.
He sat down on the ground, leaned on his backpack, and breathed heavily.
The wounded soldier that Chen Mo just carried was the company's quartermaster Liu Rengao, the one who vomited while running at the beginning of the five-kilometer race.
Old Liu sat on the stretcher, watching a child soldier carrying him for so long. He must have felt bad.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a package wrapped in several layers of oil paper and plastic sheeting, then looked around to make sure no one was paying attention.
Lao Liu quickly took out two large meat buns from his bag, threw them to Chen Mo and said, "Scholar, eat them. Be careful not to be seen by the observer."
"The rules of this competition are that you can only eat dry food, or whatever you find on hand. You can't smoke or sleep, and you have to keep running until the finish line."
Chen Mo stared at the big meat bun in his arms, his mouth twitched, and he quickly hid it in his arms.
Damn, he thought to himself, these veterans are really good at hiding their talents.
I don’t even have any fried noodles, but the quartermaster still has meat buns?
After hearing what the quartermaster said, Chen Mo remembered that when he got off the assault boat, some people were eating sashimi, while others were secretly eating steamed buns and pickled mustard greens.
No wonder he shamelessly went up and asked for it for a long time. The old soldier didn't dare to give him more and only gave him some pickled mustard greens to taste.
At first, Chen Mo thought that the other party did not have enough food, but now he thinks that the other party is probably guarding against the observer.
Turn your head and look around.
Maybe it was because he had some dry food in his hands, Chen Mo always felt that the group of veterans sitting on the ground in the distance for temporary rest were also throwing something into their mouths and swallowing it quickly from time to time.
Damn, what a thief!!
It turns out that after all this time, he is the only one who is seriously participating in the competition?
"Thank you, squad leader."
Chen Mo responded, and while no one was paying attention, he swallowed two meat buns in no time.
As the saying goes, if you have food in your stomach, you won’t be worried.
After finishing the meat buns, he opened the kettle and carefully took a few sips of fresh water. There was not much left, so he didn't dare to drink it in big gulps.
After finally regaining some strength, he continued his journey with the other veterans.
Chen Mo never asked where the end point was.
Because there is no point in asking. What good will it do even if you know?
The rest of the way.
When there are contaminated sections of road, you need to run and crawl with a gas mask. If you encounter an enemy attack from high altitude, you need to find a nearby shelter.
In short, do whatever you want to make people suffer.
The energy provided by the two meat buns was gone in the blink of an eye and could not withstand such consumption at all.
Chen Mo and his team set out before dawn and continued until it was getting dark, then they once again followed the observer's route.
Arrived at the edge of a cliff.
Before any veterans could grab the rope and climb, the observer nearby said, "Comrades, this climb is the last one."
"After we get to the top, we'll sprint 3,000 meters. There's dinner prepared for everyone at the finish line, as well as a place to rest."
"I won't keep you any longer. I wish you a good ranking!"
The observer finished speaking.
The people who had just looked exhausted suddenly seemed to have received a shot of adrenaline, with their eyes lighting up.
My whole body is inexplicably filled with strength.
Chen Mo was even quicker and was the first to grab a rope and climb up.
The other veterans were also moving at a fast pace, making the final sprint together.
Climbing this kind of cliff is not like climbing the high mountain just now. At least there are many footholds on the mountain, and climbing with hands and feet can save energy.
But this kind of cliff.
The wall is smooth, as if it had been chopped by an axe, to save time.
Chen Mo could only rely on the strength of his arms to pull himself up little by little. When he was really tired and couldn't stand any longer, he would wrap his feet around the rope and take a rest.
The cliff is not high, only twelve meters, and the slope is not steep, about forty-five degrees.
Normally, this level of difficulty is like playing.
But it’s not possible now.
Chen Mo gritted his teeth and after climbing to the top, he no longer held back any strength.
Follow the first echelon of veterans and charge forward.
Gradually.
The barracks are getting closer. This should be the camp under the jurisdiction of the anti-aircraft artillery brigade.
The finish line has been drawn on the periphery, and a group of cadres are waiting at the finish line.
Cheng Dong, Huo Linshan, Liang Hongjie and others are all here.
When the three of them saw the figure of Xiucai in the first echelon.
They were all stunned for a moment.
It's already impressive that Xiucai, a private, can participate in the competition. How can he make it into the first echelon in this last event?
Cheng Dong blinked. If a private soldier could break into the front row, then this person would definitely be selected and enter the training team above the army level.
This is great talent!!
Several people were stunned.
Chen Mo has already rushed into the finish line. Although he is not the first, he is definitely among the top five.
It’s already the most powerful one.
The moment you cross the finish line.
Including Chen Mo, all the veterans were completely exhausted and collapsed to the ground.
I had no strength left in my body.
"Let's go and take a look."
Cheng Dong called out to the group of cadres gathered at the end point, and even the people in the anti-aircraft artillery camp.
They all followed with curiosity.
It's really not easy for a private to persist to this extent.
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