Chapter 147: A scholar is a scholar, his mouth is so poisonous
"Are all private soldiers recommended for admission?"
Chen Mo had just put his luggage on the bed when an old soldier with a square face and a very decent appearance stood up and came over to greet him.
"Welcome, young comrade. My name is Xie Yong, and I'm from the 8th Company, 272nd Regiment, 91st Division."
Xie Yong extended his hand politely.
Chen Mo was stunned when he heard this. While shaking hands with the other party, he asked curiously, "Squad Leader, isn't the 91st Division under the Jincheng Military Region? 272nd Regiment, 8th Company, are you from the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company?"
"Haha, yeah, you know our company?"
"Of course I know you. I've heard of you for a long time." Chen Mo smiled and said, "I'm from the 3rd Reconnaissance Company of the 7th Armored Brigade. My name is Chen Mo."
"Old Ding, there's a new comrade here, and you don't even say welcome." After Xie Yong listened to Chen Mo's introduction, he kicked the stool next to him.
"My name is Ding Zeliang, and like Old Xie, I'm from the Night Tiger Company."
The man called Lao Ding didn't even stand up. He just looked up and glanced at Chen Mo and introduced him casually.
Most veterans are like this.
"Chen Mo."
Faced with this indifferent type, Chen Mo was not very enthusiastic. He just nodded, introduced him casually and walked away.
The remaining two people also introduced themselves to each other. One of them was called Lai Wei, who was from the famous First Guard Patrol Company of the garrison area.
Another one is the 38th Army. The one in charge of the army's direct reconnaissance company is Liu Mujun, which is also Yang Zirong's reconnaissance company, and it is also a heroic company with great spirit.
It’s no joke to say that the military reconnaissance company is awesome.
This group of people is only one step away from becoming a real special forces brigade.
Anyway, according to what Chen Mo learned, the number of people in a battalion or company directly managed by the military region who have been trained to the point of urinating blood is enough to easily form a reinforced squad.
Even in my dreams I was doing armed swimming, the training was really intense.
In short, there were only seven people in 402.
Only Chen Mo, Sheng Donghao and Wang Bo are from the 63rd Army, and their units are not very famous.
The remaining four, such as Xie Yong, Ding Zeliang, Lai Wei, and Liu Mujun, all come from more prestigious units than the last.
The Reconnaissance Department major is well-deserved.
No matter what the attitude of these veterans was when they introduced themselves, at least Chen Mo was filled with awe.
Of course, he respected those heroic units.
This isn't a student squad at all; this is a place full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers.
After introducing each other.
The old soldiers do not have the enthusiasm of the new recruits to become sworn brothers and rank first and second as soon as they meet them. They just go about their own business.
It seems very unfamiliar.
In this era, let alone promotion to officer or further study in school, even if they go to school, these old hands will not listen to the lectures seriously. Most of them just muddle through. As long as they don't make any mistakes after graduation, they can be promoted to lieutenant.
This is also one of the reasons why promotions often don't go far.
For example, among the company commanders of the 7th Armored Brigade, those like Cheng Dong who have been in office for seven or eight years are considered juniors. Some are even more capable and have been company commanders for more than ten or even twenty years.
In fact, what is more important is that even if they listen, they cannot understand. The content of many cultural courses is simply not something that people without knowledge can truly grasp.
The limitations brought about by the times cannot be changed in a short period of time.
However, others are others, and Chen Mo doesn't care about that.
Whenever there were cultural courses, he would prepare a few topics to enrich his resume and file.
You can't just hang out with these scumbags.
While planning, Chen Mo climbed to the upper bunk and spread out the bedding he had received bit by bit.
In order to save trouble, the college put the sheets, blankets, campus cards, and students' military uniforms with the dormitory manager downstairs early on.
If students can collect all of them at once, it will save them trouble.
Chen Mo is busy here.
Wang Bo folded his arms across his chest, scratched his cheek with his right hand, and strolled back and forth in the bunk below him, carefully looking at Chen Mo.
"Hey, Private, where have you seen me before? Just a reminder, you look familiar to me, but I just can't remember where I've run into you."
"Squad leader, think about it carefully, you will definitely remember it."
Chen Mo was busy making the bedding and had no time to argue with Fatty Wang. According to his memories from his previous life, he only knew that this guy was from the reconnaissance battalion directly under the 189th Division.
Later, he transferred to civilian work earlier than him, and he had no idea when the other party was promoted to officer and entered the school.
The 189th Division is also part of the 63rd Army, and the two of them were assigned to the same student squad, but I didn't see him taking the bus today.
"Don't tell me how many times I'll be able to remember it." Wang Bo snorted twice. He lived in the lower bunk of Chen Mo.
He pulled a stool from under the bed and sat on it, holding his head and still thinking.
The main thing is that he is a private, but he can actually accurately say his name and unit. I can't even remember where I have seen him before. It's really weird.
Maybe it’s because we all come from the same military region and meet in an unfamiliar place.
We are closer to each other.
Sheng Donghao, who had been silent along the way, listened to the conversation and said with a curled lip: "You are from the 189th Division, of course you are familiar with him."
"The name Chen Mo doesn't sound familiar to you? He's the private in the Armored Brigade who caught three spies years ago and even got a second-class merit. He's the scholar mentioned in the press release."
"That's him."
"Scholar?!"
Hearing this, Wang Bo was stunned. After a while, he slapped his thigh and said, "Fuck his grandma, I remember now."
"Why does this private soldier look so familiar to me? Are you the scholar?"
"Damn it! I was just wondering which tough guy in the Armored Brigade got promoted from private to officer. So it's you?"
"But scholar, how do you know me?"
Wang Bo stood up, put his hands on his hips, and asked suspiciously.
But at this time, several other people in the dormitory heard about catching the spy.
Xie Yong, the one with the square face, looked at the upright old soldiers with a look of surprise.
He looked at Chen Mo and said, "So you are the scholar. I heard our company commander talk about you during the New Year."
"It's said that there was a private in Hedong who had just joined the army for a few days and dared to confront the spy, even using a knife. Even the Guoan people were alarmed."
"Could it be you?"
"Haha, that means I've caught up." Chen Mo made the bed, jumped down from the upper bunk and clapped his hands.
"This is not a question of catching up or not." Ding Zeliang, who had been indifferent just now, finally stood up from the stool, took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Chen Mo.
He continued, "We've even encountered this before. When we were camouflaging in the back mountains, the guy fell asleep on the ground and a passing spy stepped on his finger."
"I woke up in pain and found out that someone had come around to take pictures. I was caught and given a second-class merit on the same day I was brought to the company. Now he is the deputy company commander of our company."
Having a common experience, or knowing that the private in front of him was not a backdoor soldier and was somewhat famous in the military district.
The atmosphere in the entire dormitory became noticeably more familiar.
That's how the troops are.
Students in military academies may feel a little intimidated when they see a private being promoted to officer, and call him by a difficult-to-pronounce title like Private Squad Leader.
But for the veterans who have come from the grassroots, especially those who are able to be admitted to the school, they don’t care what kind of soldier you are.
The dishes are served according to your ability, that's the reality.
If you can do it, we have a common language. If you can't, then just stay away.
Chen Mo was just about to light a cigarette and get along with the old soldier in the dormitory when there was a sudden knock on the door.
Without waiting for anyone to open the door.
The dormitory door was pushed open with a clang, and a second-class non-commissioned officer who looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old strode in.
The other person walked into the dormitory holding a quilt in one hand and a brown paper bag in the other.
He first glanced at the people standing in the room, and then threw the bedding onto the empty lower bunk at the door.
He clapped his hands and said, "Let me introduce myself first. My name is Wang Fuming, and I'm the squad leader of the first squad of the second motorized infantry company of the training corps. I'll also be the squad leader of the 402nd squad of the second detachment of your reconnaissance department students from now on."
"Now, everyone take off your military ranks and put them in the bag."
Wang Fuming said this and threw the brown paper bag onto the table beside him.
He pulled out another folded piece of paper from his pocket, smoothed it out, and said, "Take a name and check it against the list."
"Ding Zeliang!"
"arrive!"
"Xie Yong!"
"arrive!"
"Chen Mo!"
"arrive!"
“.”
Seeing that everyone on the list was in the dormitory, Wang Fuming put away the list and stood there and said loudly.
"Our class is already here, and we're all veterans, so I won't go into details about the rules."
"While you're taking your military ranks, I'd like to make two points clear. First, I'm your training squad leader. Your cultural classes will be taught by dedicated instructors. In our Lu Academy, there will be more outdoor classes than indoor ones."
"Rather than saying you're studying here, it's more like you're changing places for training. I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation over the next year or so."
"I like to tell the truth. If anyone makes me uncomfortable, I will make them doubly uncomfortable."
"Secondly, I've read your files and know that you all come from old companies at the grassroots level. Those of you who can come here are all great."
"But let me be frank. At this point, you have to coil up like a dragon and lie down like a tiger. If you don't believe me, you can try it yourself!!"
"Do you understand everything?"
"clear."
The response was not loud, even sparse.
Wang Fuming didn't care. The academy arranged for someone from their coaching team to serve as class monitor in order to balance the relationship among the veterans in the class.
Don't be nosy, just cause trouble.
Even if I really want to make them as obedient and smooth as new recruits, it's impossible.
After all, just like these people who were promoted, any one of them either had a second-class merit or a third-class merit plus four commendations.
Although Wang Fuming himself is not a cadre, he knows that those who were promoted in May this year did meet the requirements, apart from some other factors.
Some of them were commended by the military region and were also admitted to the school.
When these people get together, can we expect them to be as obedient as new recruits?
Stop making trouble, it’s a blessing that you don’t cause any trouble.
The monitor is here, so smoking is not allowed in the dormitory.
Chen Mo put the cigarette between his ears, took off his private rank and put it in a brown paper bag.
Others also had their military ranks removed.
In the blink of an eye, the dormitory where privates, first-class and second-class non-commissioned officers were just now was now full of people.
Only a bunch of empty-handed people are left.
"Change into regular clothes. I'll give you one minute. Once you're done, come downstairs."
"Don't blame me for not reminding you, don't be late for the first assembly, and don't be the last one to go down."
After Wang Fuming finished speaking, he turned around and left the dormitory first.
They looked at each other, and no one dared to waste time. They quickly took off their clothes and started to change.
The uniforms worn by the colonel officers are different from those in the army. Both the style and the fabric are much more comfortable than those issued by the army.
We have military uniforms, spring and autumn uniforms, and physical training uniforms.
Not only that, the college will also distribute socks and underwear.
It has really reached the point where you don’t have to worry even if you show up naked.
The Type 87 service uniform is brown-green, the floss on the military cap is red, and the tie is changed to navy blue.
A group of veterans who were originally wearing camouflage suddenly changed into officer uniforms, which really looked like the real thing.
Unfortunately, I just don’t have the time to appreciate it.
After changing into their regular clothes as required, the group hurried downstairs.
Didn't dare delay at all.
When Chen Mo went upstairs just now, he didn't notice how many people were in Building No. 3, but after changing clothes, people from each dormitory on the fourth floor rushed out.
The people in 402 were a little late and were left behind.
When we came downstairs and lined up according to our work groups.
Several classes of people were already standing in the open space in front of the building, and there were about forty people in total.
At this moment, the sky had completely darkened and all the street lights downstairs were turned on.
A major officer stood straight in his military posture, exuding an air of fortitude, like a bayonet stabbing fiercely into the concrete ground.
He looked at his watch with an indifferent expression and stared at the crowd rushing over from upstairs.
Chen Mo and the other seven people from 402 came down a little late, and before they could line up, they were discovered by the major on guard.
"All of you, stop!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Mo, Xie Yong and others stopped immediately, blocking the entrance of the corridor and standing still. They subconsciously reached out to tug at their military uniforms and straighten their clothes.
They all just came to school today and are not familiar with the rules here.
But looking at the situation, everyone knows that they are going to be made an example.
Although it was not clear what happened, they were indeed the slowest class to go downstairs during assembly.
The major walked up to the group.
His tone was as cold as ice cubes fresh from the freezer, and he said grimly, "Which class are you from? Don't you know the one-minute assembly time?"
"Why are you late?"
"Reporting in, we are from Dormitory 402 of the Second Squadron of the Reconnaissance Department. We are the new students who just arrived today."
This sentence was not said by Chen Mo, but by Ding Zeliang, who was the proudest when the introduction was first made.
However, Lao Ding's words also made Chen Mo's heart skip a beat, and he had a bad feeling.
Luyuan, Luyuan, even though this is a college, the "Lu" of Army is at the front.
In any era, there is always the bad habit of showing off one's power in the army. You say you don't understand the situation at all, so how can you argue with a cadre?
As expected.
As Ding Zeliang finished speaking, the major stared directly at him.
"May I have your name?"
"Report, Ding Zeliang."
"Okay." The major nodded and said, "The students from Team 2 who just came here today, right?"
"I'm going to ask you again about objective facts and why you're late. Why are you telling me you just arrived today?"
"Is this your first day in the army?"
The sudden questioning caused the atmosphere at the scene to become cold for a few seconds.
Others didn't understand what was going on, but Chen Mo did.
The second team of cadets in the Reconnaissance Department is made up of top students from various units, so it is definitely not easy to manage them.
This is a common tactic used by the college, and we must strictly enforce this practice.
I was just unlucky and happened to be one of the people caught.
Without waiting for Ding Zeliang to speak again.
Chen Mo was the first to straighten his body and said in a loud voice: "Report!!"
He didn't dare let the young man Lao Ding speak again, otherwise, there was no need to think about what would happen next, and Dormitory 402 would definitely be in a terrible state.
Very miserable.
"speak!"
"Report to the chief, we are indeed late, and we are willing to accept the punishment."
The sudden admission of guilt actually stunned the angry major.
This play is not right.
As far as he knew, these people in the reconnaissance department were very stubborn and stubborn. If he didn't pick out a few typical ones and deal with them, they would not be easily subdued.
How come there is someone who is so proactive in admitting his mistakes?
"What's your name again?"
The major turned his gaze to Chen Mo.
"Report to the commander, my name is Chen Mo."
"Oh."
Hearing the name Chen Mo, the major couldn't help but snort: "Who am I thinking he is? A scholar from the 63rd Army, the only private among all majors promoted this year."
"Then tell me why you are late?"
"Report to the chief, I don't think we are late." Chen Mo responded with his head held high and chest puffed out, his eyes fixed.
But his answer not only confused the major, but also the people lined up nearby and several veterans of the 402nd.
What the hell, are you messing around?
He just admitted that he was late and volunteered to accept the punishment, but now he has changed his tone. Is he afraid that the punishment is not severe enough?
The major's anger was visibly rising.
Chen Mo spoke again: "Commander, since the day I joined the army, I have understood one thing."
"There are no wrong commands, only wrong execution."
"The chief said we were late, so we are late and we are willing to accept the punishment. But if you ask why we are late, then I reserve my personal opinion."
"On the battlefield, whether the commander's orders are reasonable is naturally determined by the supervisory and disciplinary departments."
"After a battle, the orders and execution will be put under a magnifying glass and repeatedly analyzed."
"But as a trainee, all I need to do is execute."
Chen Mo's words were powerful and forceful.
It even involves war.
But his words forced the major's expression to change several times, and finally he nodded with an unpleasant expression: "As expected of a scholar, you can speak vernacularly."
"Since this is the only private soldier this year, I'll let it go this time, but it won't happen again."
“Thank you, Chief!!”
Upon hearing this, Chen Mo hurriedly pulled the veterans beside him a few times, and they finally reacted.
Quickly rush to the queue.
Anyway, no one knew what the major was thinking, but the veterans in the same dormitory were stunned and impressed by his nonsense.
The meaning of Chen Mo's words was very clear.
You are the leader, and if you say we are late, then we are late, but we ourselves do not agree with it because this is obviously a show of force.
On the battlefield, orders and execution are supervised by someone, but here, there is no supervision and you can do whatever you want.
It's come to this.
How else to punish?
A scholar is worthy of being a scholar. The name may be wrong, but the nickname must be appropriate. His tongue is so damn sharp.
This was the inner thought of all the veterans present.
However, everyone knew that embarrassing a major in front of him was like putting him under fire.
I'm afraid that the scholar's future life will be a bit bumpy.
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