Chapter 136: Is this a matter of settling scores later?
Soldiers are martial, this is a tradition.
When it came time to receive the trophies, I saw more than a dozen soldiers on the stage each holding a trophy, while Xiucai held two trophies, one in each hand.
The people from the anti-aircraft artillery brigade looked up, and after a while, everyone pursed their lips and had nothing more to say.
What else can I say?
On the battlefield of a competition, what matters is personal ability. It doesn't matter whether the private is lucky or really strong.
In short, he deserves the first place in these two subjects.
In the queue, Yang Dali looked at the stage. The deputy squad leader was holding the trophy in his left hand, standing at attention, and raising his hand to salute the audience.
The silver-white trophy emitted a dazzling light under the rising sun.
It was so bright that people couldn't open their eyes.
Yang Dali stood quietly in the queue. He blinked his sore eyes and sighed inwardly.
This group of privates went through training in the recruit company and then stayed in the reconnaissance company for nearly a month.
He had long lost the immaturity of a new recruit.
For them, the military camp no longer held the mystery and longing they had at the beginning.
They have already understood that the army is a melting pot. No matter whether it is scrap metal or porcelain or earthenware, as long as it is thrown in, it will all be tempered into steel.
Become a brave warrior.
The veterans in the reconnaissance company are very arrogant, but they will not bully the newcomers openly. Even in private, at most they will ask them to wash clothes, brush shoes, or sweep toilets and carry out manure picking.
Yang Dali is still looking forward to the day when he can become a veteran and truly integrate into the army.
I looked up and found.
All of his plans had already been completed by his squad leader when he was a recruit, and the gap between the two was getting bigger and bigger.
When he was in the recruit company, although his performance in all aspects was not as good as Chen Mo, at least he could see the taillights of the car if he tried hard, right?
Now things are different.
Not to mention seeing the taillights, I couldn't even smell the exhaust.
The growth rate of their squad leader is so fast that it doesn't give other recruits any time to react.
If you are not careful, you will only be able to look up.
Perhaps the anti-aircraft artillery brigade's performance, both overall and in individual items, was too poor.
After the award ceremony, all speeches by individual representatives were cancelled.
Feng Hongbing was just presiding over the meeting. After distributing the trophies and handing the two banners to Cheng Dong personally, he hurriedly announced the end of the meeting.
As soon as Captain Cheng came down from the flag-raising platform, he immediately handed the silk banner to the cadre beside him and said, "Squad leaders, take a headcount and equipment check."
"In ten minutes, get on the bus and go home!!"
We must be positive now that we have returned with such honor.
But being active is not just about packing up equipment. Chen Mo stole the show in this competition and also won honor for the company.
He also experienced what it means to be a "hero".
Someone carried the rifle he brought from the company on his back, and even helped him hold his bullet belt and grenade belt.
All the weight was divided up among the old soldiers.
Why do this?
It’s to avoid the company commander causing trouble. There’s no other way. This is the atmosphere in the reconnaissance company.
You are awesome and can bring honor to the company. For at least the next half month, you can walk around the company arrogantly and look down on everyone.
As long as you don't deliberately violate discipline in the company, even if you get up a little late every day, the company commander will turn a blind eye.
The premise is that you can just show off for a few days and don’t go too far.
It’s so realistic and so exciting.
I saw a group of veteran soldiers hurriedly cleaning up their living quarters, moving the quilts piled in the corners back to the warehouse, and cleaning the auditorium and study room spotlessly.
Chen Mo couldn't help at all and just stood there in a daze.
Cheng Dong passed by with his hands behind his back and saw him standing aside. Captain Cheng immediately took out a cigarette case from his pocket, grinned, threw a cigarette to him and said with a smile: "Good job, kid, you really surprised me."
"When we get back to Hedong, come with me to the brigade headquarters."
"Damn it, kid, how could you do something so unexpected? A private can get a place in the scout competition."
"Damn it, I don't know if the training team will target you. I have to go to the headquarters and say hello first."
Training team?!
Chen Mo was speechless when he heard this.
The training teams that the company commander mentioned are all in military regions or large military regions. Their main responsibility is to train hard and then go out to compete for honors for the military region or large military region.
In such an organization, making meritorious contributions, joining the party, and getting promoted are almost just a matter of going through the motions. As long as you can produce results, everything else will be easy.
But the question is, do I still need these now?
He had finally taken root at the grassroots level and didn't want to go to any training team.
If he wants to develop in the army in the future, he must have the support of his old unit. Although the 7th Armored Brigade has just been reduced in size and merged into the 63rd Army.
But it was the former 7th Tank Division after all. As long as we take root here, promotions will be easy in the future.
The relationships in an old unit are so intertwined that even if things get tough, people who leave here will still support each other in the future.
There are more “insiders”.
The training team, a place where he feels rootless and adrift, is not suitable for him.
When Chen Mo joins the army again, his goal is not just to win honors.
"Captain, I don't want to leave our reconnaissance company. I'm not going anywhere."
Chen Mocheng spoke with determination, even though he knew that if the people in the training team really took a fancy to him, it would be useless even if a brigade commander came forward, let alone a company commander.
There are plenty of ways to get rid of him.
"Hey! You son of a bitch, you're the soldier I brought in, and you're saying you don't want to go without even asking what the training camp is for?"
Cheng Dong grinned: "It's okay, I won't let you go even if you want to. Go get the bus, we'll be back soon."
"Are we not going to eat?" Chen Mo was slightly stunned.
"Eat shit! I won't die if I skip a meal." Cheng Dong curled his lips, took a long drag on his cigarette, blew out smoke rings and whispered, "I earned so many trophies on someone else's territory, and even got two silk banners."
"Why don't you run away now? What are you thinking about?"
"We have hundreds of people staying here for an extra meal. Do you think the anti-aircraft artillery battalion has such generous food allowances?"
"Don't be such a loser."
After Cheng Dong finished speaking, he chuckled a few times to himself, then turned and left.
That’s true.
Chen Mo had to admit that what the company commander said made sense.
If he continues to stay here, eating and taking things, he will definitely not be welcomed.
The two reconnaissance companies of the anti-aircraft artillery brigade have already run away. They are not even a unit.
It’s better to run early.
The military vehicles coming from the company are currently parked at the gate of the anti-aircraft artillery battalion.
After everyone had packed up, there was no farewell or attempt to keep them, and the team of troop carriers left alone.
Don't say anyone kept them.
When the convoy passed by the gate of the anti-aircraft artillery battalion, the old soldier on duty at the gate grinned so much that his mouth almost reached his chest, and cursed in anger, "You are so shameless."
This is unavoidable.
Who asked Chen Mo and his gang to come over and take away all the trophies and honors?
No one would like this.
If Cheng Dong brought people here and lost badly, he wouldn't even get a trophy or a banner.
Then don't worry.
When you leave, the anti-aircraft artillery brigade might organize a warm farewell party and even give you some local specialties to take back.
The difference in treatment is so extreme.
On the way back.
Chen Mo didn't have a chance to rest either.
In the carriage, a group of veterans kept chattering, asking him how he learned to use the Type 85 submachine gun.
After a while, he was asked if he was so scared that his legs went weak when crossing the rope at night. It seemed that the scholar had no choice but to nod and admit that he was indeed so scared that his mind went blank at that time.
Only then can everyone feel a little more balanced.
In fact, many people were not surprised that Xiucai took first place in obstacle shooting, as he got extra points for shooting at the flipped-word target with a pistol.
The one who captured the prisoners was able to take first place purely because Lao Yao helped hold back two enemies.
Otherwise, apart from the old guns, there are only third-level non-commissioned officers like Liu Dong and Hu Hai in the company who can knock down other reconnaissance veterans with one punch.
As for the rest, let alone fighting one against two, even fighting one against one may not guarantee a win.
The reason why third-level non-commissioned officers are so powerful.
That's not just because they have a lot of experience, but also because they learned some of the key points of military boxing fighting and prisoner-taking in the late 1980s and the late 1990s.
Requirements have changed.
The only thing that surprised everyone was that Xiucai was able to persevere to the end of the last comprehensive exercise.
During the few hours on the return journey, there was no sense of urgency about the upcoming competition, so Chen Mo bragged to a group of veterans from beginning to end.
At around 11 o'clock in the morning, the convoy stopped when passing by Nanfeng Square in Hedong City.
This place is some distance away from the brigade headquarters, but other camps of the brigade have troops stationed here.
Chen Mo was sitting in the carriage, talking incessantly to a group of veterans, bragging about his performance in the competition, and he was bragging very enthusiastically.
Cheng Dong came to the rear of the carriage, raised his hand and patted the board, looked at him unhappily and said: "Stop bragging, scholar, I can hear your voice from more than ten meters away."
"Get out of the car, damn it, you don't look like a new soldier at all."
Hear the noise.
Chen Mo was not embarrassed. He chuckled, squeezed his way out from the crowd of veterans, and jumped off the truck.
When the car started to move away again, Cheng Dong reached out and tugged at the corner of his clothes: "Let's go, let's get something to eat first, and then we'll go to the headquarters. Don't be so talkative, okay?"
"Don't say anything when you see it."
"yes!!"
Chen Mo straightened his body. Since this was on the street, there was no need to set so many rules.
After responding.
He simply followed the company commander and found a nearby shop selling knife-cut noodles. They each had a big bowl of noodles and filled their stomachs.
Cheng Dongcai borrowed a military vehicle from a nearby camp, and the two of them headed straight for the headquarters.
Chen Mo had been here once before.
He is quite familiar with the situation, but for some reason, although Captain Cheng usually swears a lot, he is still quite neat and efficient.
After getting off the car, he rubbed his hands on the ground and deliberately smeared dust all over his face and neck.
Even the hat was deliberately worn slightly askew.
He made himself look tired and hurried, and brought Chen Mo to the office of Brigade Commander Wei Jinan.
Before entering the door, Chen Mo didn't understand why the company commander did this, but he understood after entering.
The two just stepped into the office.
They were already shouting slogans before they even stood at attention.
Wei Jinan was sitting in his office chair. When he looked up and saw the person coming, his face immediately turned gloomy.
"Yo! Our great hero Cheng is back?"
Wei Lu just made a sarcastic remark and nothing else happened.
Next to him, Political Commissar He Guofeng was sitting on the sofa, reading a document.
But the next second, the document in his hand flew over with a "whoosh" and hit Cheng Dong directly on the head.
"Damn it, you dare to come back?"
"Aren't you quite impressive out there? Ah! You even took off your hat and rank, and led the troops out for a martial arts competition. It's too much for you, right?"
Chen Mo stood there with his eyes wide open, still a little confused.
But Cheng Dong was not confused.
Otherwise, how can you say he is the company commander? The strong man who was walking like a dragon and a tiger just now immediately nodded and took out a cigarette from his pocket with a smile, and said with a smile: "Oh, my great brigade commander, my good political commissar."
"It's not my fault. It's the Gao Pao gang that's being too bullying."
"Really? Xiu can testify for me."
Cheng Dong raised his left hand and swore while actively passing out cigarettes, looking like a lackey.
Chen Mo is in the company, and you can never meet him.
However, he finally understood it.
The brigade must have received the news.
Now, it’s time to settle the score!!
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