Chapter 139: Disarmament Notice, Simplicity is the Best Explanation
The end of March this year is not necessarily the busiest time of the year for the reconnaissance company, but it is almost the busiest time of the year.
Spring equipment change, also called season change in some places, roughly means changing the company's weapons and equipment, including tanks.
Remove all removable parts.
All parts must be maintained and registered. If it is found that some parts are too worn out, a report must be written to apply for new parts to replace them.
Liang Hongjie is the platoon leader and also serves as the armorer. He is responsible for supervising the maintenance of guns, various maintenance oils, and the replacement of engine oil in the tank's diesel engine.
Chen Mo's job is a little easier.
There is no need to stay in the dormitory all day to clean the gun, nor do you have to be like the veterans in the combat squad, running to the artillery range every day and lying under the tank, tightening screws with one hand and holding the steel plate with the other to change the oil filter.
They also have to bang on the tracks, disassemble, clean and assemble them bit by bit.
His job is just to register some things, keep a record, and prepare some reports.
It can be considered a semi-civilian job.
This is not.
Time flies, and soon four days have passed since we returned to the camp after the competition.
It was nine o'clock in the morning on March 25th.
Chen Mo took out the slogans and banners used in previous years from the logistics warehouse, walked to the vehicle and artillery field, and prepared to hang them on the vehicle shed to add some enthusiasm for combat readiness for the spring replacement.
The veterans who usually sweated profusely on the training ground have all become cleaners, painters and repairmen today.
Some people held the filter element, squatted beside the small yellow basin, puffed out their cheeks and blew it, some people used water guns to wash the tank, and some were spraying paint, breaking tracks, and removing mud, each one busier than the other.
"Thank you for your hard work, comrades."
Chen Mo walked to the artillery field. He held a red banner with his hands behind his back, looking like he deserved a beating, and greeted a group of veterans with a smile.
"Hey, damn scholar, are you free again?"
Peng Wei, the third squad leader, was cleaning the dust off the truck engine with a brush when he turned his head and glanced at Chen Mo. "Tell me, what's the matter?"
"Are you looking for your two little brothers again? They should be in the warehouse now. Go find them there if you need anything. Don't delay my work."
Peng Wei muttered curses.
Hearing this, Chen Mo didn't bother with him. He just raised the rolled-up banner in his hand, pointed it at Lao Peng's raised butt, slapped it, and turned around and ran away.
"Damn it, scholar, stop right there!"
Peng Wei was so angry that his eyes bulged out. He chased for a few steps but failed to catch up. He then went back angrily to continue cleaning.
The veteran has been very angry in recent days.
The main reason is that changing equipment is too tiring. The army does a lot of work without paying attention to cost, such as changing engine oil.
During the replacement of the Type 63 armored personnel carrier, not only do all the removable items on the vehicle need to be dismantled and cleaned, but changing the engine oil can even be described as a luxury.
After a few starts of the engine, the newly changed engine oil needs to be replaced again, and all parts, whether usable or not, must be cleaned.
The standard is that, at least visually, it looks like a new car.
As the saying goes, changing clothes means ensuring victory. In a sense, tanks are just like people.
After the seasons change, from the cold environment of winter to the hot seasons of spring and summer, maintenance and care are necessary.
Usually, the troops change their equipment twice a year, once in spring and once in autumn, each lasting one week, during which time they can stop training.
Just focus on maintenance.
Doesn’t it sound great?
Bullshit, this job is so exhausting it makes you vomit blood.
Because the army pays attention to details, everything from replacing parts to as small as a screw must be carefully inspected, and the equipment maintenance system must be strictly implemented and enforced to ensure optimal performance at all times.
This requirement is suppressed.
All work requires more meticulousness and it is not easy to pass.
I've been doing this for a week straight. I do maintenance during the day and actively prepare for the end-of-month assessment at night. I'm working non-stop every day. It would be strange if I could keep my temper low.
This is the privilege that Chen Mo has enjoyed since he competed with a group of veterans in the arena and won some recognition.
Otherwise, who would dare to wander around with his hands behind his back during the busiest time in the barracks?
I turned around and looked around, and found that a group of veterans were indeed very busy and had work to do.
Chen Mo simply left the artillery field and walked towards the warehouse.
Recently, Chen Mo has gradually taken over the clerical work in the company. Things like the duty schedule and night shift commands will all go through his hands.
The division of labor between veterans and new recruits in the reconnaissance company is currently very clear.
The maintenance, disassembly and cleaning work are all done by the veterans, while the moving and guarding work are left to the new recruits.
Because the reconnaissance company is stationed in a remote area and has many outposts, it is divided into two types: internal and external posts.
External posts such as the gate post, garage post, oil depot post, and gun depot post are generally not all left to new recruits. They are all led by one old and one new recruit on duty.
There is no need to talk about the internal posts, all of them are left to the new recruits.
Due to the recent maintenance and preparation for the end-of-month assessment, there are many tasks and a shortage of staff.
The new recruits on guard duty also have a hard time, and basically they rotate between three and one.
The "three guarantees one" policy does not mean that it is as simple as taking turns three times a day and standing for two hours each time as usual.
Instead, one sentry post is assigned to three privates. No matter how long the accompanying veteran needs to stand, the three recruits will take turns in this position, once a day, for eight hours at a time.
no way.
Special treatment in special times.
The veterans still have to train at night to ensure they don’t perform poorly during the assessment, so all other aspects are left to the new recruits.
In recent days, the new recruits in the company have been forced to stand guard, move things, and clean public areas.
If someone stands all night, if they can bear it and feel sleepy, then they can bear it. If they really can't bear it, they can go back to the dormitory and sleep for a few hours. No one will say anything.
If Chen Mo wants to find someone to help, he definitely can't rely on the veteran.
Come to the warehouse.
Liang Hongjie was directing several new recruits to carry things like motor oil and paint. When he saw Chen Mo coming over with a banner, Old Liang guessed his intention and couldn't help laughing, "Are you here to ask for someone?"
"How many do you choose?"
As Liang Hongjie spoke, he patted his chest in a particularly arrogant manner. Ever since the new recruits came to the reconnaissance company, he, as the platoon leader, has finally become more powerful.
"Two will be enough. Let's take Yang Dali and Li Zhiang from the third shift. Have them carry the ladder and come with me."
Chen Mo responded with a smile.
"No problem." Liang Hongjie looked down at the list in his hand, pretending to be a cadre. He said in a serious tone, "From the third shift, Yang Dali and Li Zhiang, come out and get a ladder and follow the clerk."
The two men who were unloading goods immediately lit up their eyes when they heard the name "clerk".
After all, working with the deputy squad leader, even if it is a bit tiring, is much more comfortable than working with a cadre you are not familiar with.
At least you don’t have to worry about being scolded.
The two men quickly carried a wooden ladder out of the company warehouse and came to the door.
Saw Chen Mo waiting.
Yang Dali roared loudly on the spot and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand: "Deputy, if you have any work to do, just tell me."
"It's easy. Come with me to hang some banners to deal with the inspection from above." Chen Mo said, raising the red banner in his hand.
"I've been quite busy these past few days. I heard that both of you have been assigned to duty at the oil depot. Are you used to it?"
"Hey, it's okay."
Yang Dali was in a good mood, grinning and looking quite happy.
But Li Zhiang, who was usually quite calm, was a little unsteady. He held the wooden ladder in his right hand and said with a worried look on his face: "Deputy squad leader, life in the company is so different from what I imagined."
"When we were in the recruit company, my grades were not bad. I could just keep up. But after a month here, I've been standing guard, pulling weeds, and doing endless laundry and mopping floors every day."
"Those are all fine. Last night, the squad leader taught us side-landing algorithms, ballistic algorithms, and we also had to memorize a communication book."
"Not only that, but we also need to learn how to operate telescopes, rangefinders, radars, and so on. Do we need to learn so many things to join the army?"
"I can't learn anything right now, and I'm feeling really impatient. Class Vice-President, how did you master these things?"
I? !
Chen Mo smiled.
Obviously, the biggest challenge will come after the recruits join the company.
Scouts are positioned relatively forward on the battlefield, and once a war breaks out, it is common for them to advance alone into deep territory.
Therefore, in terms of training, it is not only about excellent physical fitness and the ability to survive in the wild, but also about learning various skills to provide precise targets for the troops in the rear.
How to say this kind of thing.
Because the things to learn are too diverse and the recruits have never been exposed to them before, after joining the company, all kinds of training, guard duty, and professional knowledge are overwhelming them.
It's normal to feel stressed.
They are the key link between the front line of the battlefield and the firepower strikes in the rear, so how could it be easy?
There is a saying that goes, if you don't put on a soldier's shoes and walk the same path he has walked, you will never understand the bitterness of his journey.
When you really try to walk this path, you will feel sad even if you just pass by.
In the reconnaissance company, combat readiness drills were often conducted. If the recruits couldn't keep up and got scolded, they could only answer "here" or "yes" with a straight military posture.
In addition, the arrogant and mercenary company commander has been thinking about going to the headquarters to ask for the trophy these days. If he doesn't get it back, he will carry out some disciplinary rectification in the company when he returns.
Two hours of continuous marching in unison, mixed with heart-wrenching slogans.
The new recruits really couldn't bear the heavy pressure that suddenly came upon them.
There is a good saying in "Soldier Assault": glory lies in the ordinary, and difficulty lies in the long journey.
As a soldier, since putting on the green uniform, greatness is often hidden in ordinary life, and persistence is itself a daunting challenge.
The three of them walked to the artillery field. Seeing that Li Zhiang was still emotionally unstable, Chen Mo simply pulled him to the door and pointed at the busy veterans inside.
He laughed and said, "Do you think veterans have it easy?"
Following the direction of Chen Mo's finger, Li Zhiang stared and observed carefully.
The veterans in the company were still as busy as before. Lao Pao was walking around with his hands on his hips, instructing some soldiers in the squad to do maintenance, and Peng Tao was still using a brush to clean the dust off the engine.
Liu Dong, who usually walks with his nose raised to the sky, was removing the tracks with a sledgehammer. Hu Hai, with a cigarette in his mouth, was hitting the mud on the tracks with a small hammer.
Without waiting for Li Zhiang's response.
Chen Mo then said, "Zhi'ang, and Dali, being a soldier in the reconnaissance company is tiring, and wanting to be the best is even more tiring."
"You feel tired because you want to do your best. Remember, since we are in the army, each of us must set new goals, break through the limits, and push ourselves to the limit. Then you will be the most popular person in the company."
“And the one who does it best will face the challenges of the entire company, or even the entire brigade.”
"That person could be me or you. Now that you're here, don't be discouraged."
“Come on!!”
Chen Mo raised his hand and patted their shoulders without saying anything more.
He led them to hang banners all over the artillery field, chatting and arguing with the veterans.
that's all.
The days of the reconnaissance company passed one by one, with some calmness and some extremes.
Anyway, it was quite exciting.
Of course, Chen Mo did not forget the task that the political commissar specifically assigned to him. Needless to say, the mainstream direction of the army's future development will definitely be armor synthesis.
Chen Mo always had a top student who graduated from armored command school. Whenever he had time, he liked to discuss some professional knowledge with Liang Hongjie.
His goal was not to become a celebrity in the company, but there was very little a conscript could do.
Therefore, Chen Mo set goals for himself while completing the tasks assigned by the political commissar.
Relatively peaceful days are always short.
Time quickly came to mid-April, and Cheng Dong's mood in recent days was finally not as irritable.
The company then resumed its regular training.
But sometimes, plainness is the most ideal state, on the afternoon of April 21st.
As May approaches, the weather has started to get hot.
Chen Mo had just returned from delivering a report. He had taken off his camouflage and was wearing a vest, enjoying the cool breeze from the whirring fan above his head.
The landline on the clerk's desk rang with a crisp "ding-ling-ling" sound.
Chen Mo didn't care. At first, he thought there was another mission that needed to be announced. He reached for the microphone, put it to his ear, and said loudly: "Hello, Armored Reconnaissance Company 3, please speak."
"Xiucai, where is your Captain Cheng?" The communicator on the other side obviously knew Chen Mo.
After all, as a clerk of the company directly under his command, he has been to the headquarters quite often recently. Since he doesn't have a driver's license and can't drive, he always rides his bicycle there. He has basically become familiar with everyone in the headquarters.
"Captain? Please wait a moment. I'll go and call for help."
Chen Mo was about to put down the phone and go upstairs to call for help when a voice came from the other side: "It's too late. Please notify Captain Cheng as soon as possible and have him come to the headquarters conference room for a meeting immediately."
"Just say the latest layoff order has come down, ASAP!!"
After the person on the other end finished speaking, he hung up the phone with a "click".
When Chen Mo heard the words "layoff order", he stood there blinking and didn't move for a long time.
He couldn't tell which operator made the call.
But he knew about the layoff order.
In my previous life, when I was in the Motorized Infantry Brigade, it was probably around this time that I began to respond to last year’s large-scale disarmament policy.
Overnight, many companies were cut down, and some companies were cut down so thoroughly that only two people were left.
And this is not an isolated phenomenon; people are being laid off in large numbers.
It's just that it has been too long and Chen Mo has forgotten about it.
Judging from the noise from the phone call just now, is the reconnaissance company also going to withdraw?
It can’t be such a coincidence.
I've just gained a foothold here.
Without thinking too much, Chen Mo ran downstairs. Since the call could reach him, it meant that the company commander and the instructor were probably not in the office.
Disarmament, this was the helplessness in the late 1990s.
In the same year, many new recruits had to take off their military uniforms reluctantly just a few months after joining the company.
Demobilized and returned home.
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