Chapter 175: Departure, Another Difficulty
“Beep-beep!!”
At exactly six o'clock in the morning on May 29, a shrill whistle was heard in the corridor.
"get up!!"
"All personnel, wear hats and belts and gather downstairs."
When Chen Mo heard the whistle, he tried hard to open his sore eyes. Unlike other veterans, he did not buy a mechanical watch to carry with him.
I came back from the audio-visual teaching building last night. I have no idea what time it was, let alone when I fell asleep. I just closed my eyes and the whistle sounded.
Lack of sleep will make your head feel dizzy.
"Scholar, stop being lazy and be more alert. You still have an assessment today. Did your boss praise you again last night?"
Wang Bo, who was on the lower bunk, jumped to the ground to put on his pants. He did not forget to look up at Chen Mo, who was on the upper bunk, and urged him casually.
"Of course we have to praise him. If it weren't for the scholar, we might have been stuck in the mountains fighting with others until who knows how long."
Ding Zeliang, who was working in the next shop, also stood up and spoke with a smile.
Everyone was talking about this, and it was obvious that they were just trying to get a feel for it, since the academy didn't have any awards or anything.
Chen Mo rubbed his temples and said as he put on his clothes: "I didn't praise him much, I just asked about other things."
"Guys, I might have some other things to do today, so I might have to change places."
"Just keep busy if you need any help. Just let me know."
Xie Yong responded casually.
In the dormitory, no one took Chen Mo's words seriously. After all, this was not the first time this guy had changed dormitories.
He will be back in a few days.
They were all veterans, and were all preparing for the mid-year assessment. No one realized that what Chen Mo said was actually a farewell.
According to what Director Luo said last night, if I apply to change my major, I will have to leave with the first group of people. I am afraid it will be difficult to see these friends I have only known for a short time again in the future.
But that's nothing.
The camp remains the same, but the soldiers come and go. Revolutionary soldiers are the same wherever they are.
After calming himself down, Chen Mo hurriedly put on his clothes, grabbed his hat and belt, and followed the crowd downstairs to gather.
In the open space in front of Building No. 3.
Fang Huai, the captain of the student team, was staring at the time on his watch, waiting for the students to gather.
Looking up, he saw Chen Mo following the crowd down to gather. He raised his head and said loudly, "What scholar? Didn't Director Luo ask you to write a report?"
"You don't need to gather today, just go and do your work."
"Other comrades, check your squads to see if everyone is present. Please hurry up. We will be holding a meeting at the military gymnasium to review yesterday's assessment."
"Hurry up."
Fang Huai was shouting in the front that Chen Mo knew about his major change and Luo Yaowu had already arranged for someone to notify him.
While the team was assembling, he turned around and glanced at Xie Yong, Wang Bo, and the others, grinning. Then he patted Old Xie on the shoulder and said, "Keep going, squad leader."
"Hey, don't worry, I'm not a coward."
"Go and do your thing."
Xie Yong pushed Chen Mo out of the queue and looked at the group of veterans in front of him, who were lined up with focused expressions, each trying hard to fight along his own path.
Chen Mo looked for a while before leaving in a hurry.
He did not return to the dormitory, but went to the Jing'an Teaching Building to inquire about what preparations were needed to change majors.
After all, even if Luo Yaowu asked, it would be considered a green channel.
It's definitely much simpler than applying on your own, but you can't just find a piece of paper and write down the application.
The necessary process still needs to be followed.
However, the process was not as difficult as Chen Mo thought.
Special matters are handled specially, and it is indeed much easier with Luo Yaowu's greeting.
When Chen Mo arrived at the office of the instructor of the Reconnaissance and Command Department, no one asked him what he was doing, but just handed him the application form.
As for the process of changing majors, things like teacher evaluation and public announcement are all omitted.
After filling out the application form, get it stamped by the vice president, then take it to the Armor and Communications Department for filing, and finally go to the Political Department of the Army Academy for confirmation, and the whole process is completed.
It was noon.
After Chen Mo finished his work, he went to the cafeteria to have a meal.
While I was packing my things in the dormitory, Pei Shuajun, the assistant I met last night, ran to the door of dormitory 402.
He first took a look inside and found that Chen Mo was packing bedding, quilts, mats and all the things distributed by the college.
Pei Shuaijun walked into the dormitory and said with a smile, "I was just thinking of coming over to remind you that the base doesn't have any matching supplies. I need you to pack some and bring some with you."
"How was it this morning? Did your transfer go smoothly?"
"Hello, Captain!!"
Chen Mo heard the noise and hurriedly stood up to greet them. Then he responded, "Everything went well. The application report has been submitted to the Political Department."
Pei Shuaijun nodded: "Okay, as long as everything goes smoothly, pack up and let's go. We have to get there before dark."
Assistants like him are all around the chief. Pei Shuajun said last night that he had a connection with Chen Mo, and that was not nonsense. His job is more than just clerical.
Just like a confidential secretary, he knows a lot.
As Chen Mo packed his things, he looked up and asked, "I heard Director Luo say yesterday that he was going to the base. Where is our base?"
"It's not far from your old unit, just southwest of Jinyang. It seems to have been a launch silo there before, with a radar early warning station attached. It was later abandoned, but it's been expanded and reopened this time."
Southwest of Jinyang
Chen Mo looked up and thought about it, and he really had no impression of things like launch silos.
However, there are many mountains in that direction and even more abandoned military bases. Some of them are bunkers and secret passages built during the Anti-Japanese War, and the garrisons were later withdrawn.
Some military facilities need to be updated and relocated as technology develops.
This location is difficult to estimate.
However, from what Pei Shuajun said, the higher-ups probably had several arguments over the issue of base location alone.
At first, we were just thinking about which military region to use for the experiment. Last night, Director Luo said that we needed to reach some consensus with the 6th Armored Division of the 38th Army.
Now they have built a base in Jinyang where the 63rd Army is located. It sounds a bit confusing, but it's actually just that.
After all, the people above are not gods.
They took every step with great caution, sometimes arguing fiercely, and sometimes they were surprisingly unanimous.
Anyway, just groping forward.
Chen Mo used to work as a confidential secretary, and he knew best that the people above were actually not as mysterious as the grassroots cadres thought.
In this era, the only unchanging rule for many policies is that they are always changing. There is nothing surprising about this.
After packing up his things, Chen Mo put on his backpack and held his carry-on bag in his hand.
Turning around and looking at his empty bed on the upper bunk, Chen Mo sighed.
He had only been in the army for a short time, but he had already experienced several transfers. Fortunately, he was not a sentimental boy.
Otherwise, it would be difficult to adjust this mood in a short period of time.
The Taocun Recruit Company has memories of the recruit period, and the Kuchi Reconnaissance Company also has memories of the time after joining the company.
Although everyone has only been in dormitory 402, student building No. 3 of the Army Academy, for a short time, there are people from the Night Tigers, people from the garrison guard division, and veterans from other heroic units here.
People who come out of more powerful units have one characteristic in common, that is, although they are arrogant, they don't like to bully others like the veterans in some ordinary units.
I've lived here for a month and the atmosphere is pretty good.
I really feel reluctant to leave.
Chen Mo closed the dormitory door. Since he was in the process of assessment, he didn't know where his roommates would be assigned.
Since I couldn’t even come back for lunch break, there was naturally no way to say goodbye.
It's time to set off.
Pei Shuajun led the way, and Chen Mo followed behind. The two of them went straight to Building No. 1 of Luyuan and gathered.
This so-called Building No. 1 is a seven-story office building that is about 100 meters long. It looks even more imposing than the Jing'an Building.
There are four towering cedars on each side of the gate, standing proudly and evergreen all year round. There is also a fountain not far away opposite the cedars.
It might be because it is the mid-year assessment period, and leaders from other colleges including higher-ups will come over. The fountain that usually doesn’t spray water is spraying particularly vigorously today.
The water columns are like giant dragons, rushing straight into the sky.
Even though Chen Mo had experienced later generations and seen more magnificent buildings than this, in the 1990s, this kind of facility still gave people a strong sense of separation.
On the south eaves of the roof stands the school motto of "Unity, Progress, Realism and Innovation", shining brightly.
Chen Mo looked at the school motto and then at the big fountain. He was staring at them intently.
Pei Shuajun next to him reached out and pulled him, pointing in the direction of Building No. 1 in the distance.
At this time, Luo Yaowu, director of the Department of Strategic and Campaign Studies, and Zhang Jinnan, vice president of the Army Academy, both came out of Building No. 1, followed by dozens of people.
It seems that some of them are teachers from the college, and some are students taught by teachers. I took a quick look and didn't find anyone I knew.
Chen Mo hurriedly reached out and tugged at his military uniform, trying to make himself look as decent as possible. He stood at attention and saluted the oncoming crowd!
"Hey, you kid."
Zhang Jinnan walked over, and when he saw Chen Mo, his smiling face suddenly turned gloomy.
If it weren't for the assessment, he really wanted Chen Mo to stand guard at the college gate for two days.
Unexpectedly, this idea has not been implemented yet.
Chen Mo led the team and made great contributions in the Chongshan assessment.
Zhang Jinnan had seen students who caused trouble and made meritorious contributions in one day, but he just felt a little annoyed and had an indescribable feeling about the person in front of him.
He always felt that this young man did many things with a purpose, and his purpose was very strong.
"Hello, Vice President."
Chen Mo saluted again, his body straighter than before.
"That's enough." Zhang Jinnan waved his hand: "Don't cause any more trouble when you get there, and study hard."
"Director Luo thinks highly of you. Since you've changed your major, you should study hard there. Before anyone else can be assigned to the base, the academic staff will need to undergo an assessment before officially taking up their posts."
"Do you understand?"
"yes!"
"Well, let's go."
Zhang Jinnan waved his hand, seemingly unwilling to talk more with Chen Mo.
Led by Luo Yaowu, the group lined up and boarded two blue buses.
The number of people who set out first was not large, but not small either, about seventy or eighty people.
They either had roommates from the same department waving goodbye, or school leaders waving at them with a smile.
Chen Mo was the only one left, and he walked straight to the back of the bus with his bag.
I decided to travel with my leader and the treatment was pretty good. There was no air conditioning in the student dormitory of the Army Academy, but the bus was well-equipped.
He didn't know anyone else, so he simply put his backpack and luggage on the back seat, pulled the curtain next to the car window, and was just about to tilt his head to rest for a while.
Pei Shuajun walked to the back seat unsteadily, holding a stack of brown paper bags in his arms.
He sat down in front of Chen Mo, grinned, stuffed the brown paper bag into Chen Mo's arms, and said, "Director Luo asked me to bring this to you."
"Since you've changed your major, you need to pay more attention to your academic subjects. These are topics that have been studied in recent years in the Armor and Communications majors. The director said you have a weak foundation in these areas, so you need to focus more on studying."
"Combined with this internship opportunity at the base, I have completed the transformation from a soldier to a commander."
"Also, don't think I'm being long-winded. This is what the director said. It's not just academic subjects that need to be taken seriously. The difference between being a soldier, becoming an officer, and then a commander, from being managed to being a manager, is a whole new realm."
"Anyway, to put it bluntly, it means learning more, okay?"
Chen Mo was holding a pile of brown paper bags. He had no aversion to studying. After all, he knew his own business.
Many of his things are still at the theoretical stage. If he really puts them into practice, it might be a bit difficult. It won't hurt to learn more.
Can.
Chen Mo flipped through a thick stack of documents and asked curiously, "Chief, are there really so many topics?"
"No, don't call me chief." Pei Shuajun was also startled when he heard Chen Mo's address. He looked up stealthily and didn't notice that the school leader sitting in front of him was looking back.
Old Pei finally breathed a sigh of relief. Damn it, apart from anything else, there were no less than six or seven colonels sitting in this train alone. How could he, a captain, dare to call himself "chief"?
"You can call me Shuaijun or Lao Pei, or even just Assistant, but don't call me that."
Pei Shuaijun pulled out a few documents from the back of the pile and threw them to Chen Mo, saying, "These aren't research papers. They're from the first batch of non-commissioned officers currently at the base."
"There's information about them in there."
"Someone is here so soon?" Chen Mo was a little surprised. After all, Director Luo had just said last night that they were the first group to go there. How could there be someone who came earlier than them?
"Not really. They arrived almost at the same time as us."
Pei Shuaijun shook his head and explained, "Many things at the base have been completed, but there are many tasks that the academy's instructors and students cannot handle. We must transfer some personnel from the army."
"I'll be responsible for arranging the preliminary preparations for these people, so I brought the information with me."
Pei Shuajun sounded very nice.
What kind of college teacher is this? The students can't do it. Chen Mo curled his lips secretly and said nothing.
There is no job that cannot be done. It’s just that the base has just been built, the weeds need to be pulled, and the slogans need to be painted.
Since it is a non-commissioned officer training base, many things certainly cannot be done completely in accordance with the academy's specifications.
To put it bluntly, the first batch of non-commissioned officers who went there were just there to do work.
And it’s so grand.
Just now Chen Mo was still expecting whether someone from the reconnaissance company would come, but now he is not expecting it anymore.
However, he still opened one of the veteran's files and scanned it roughly.
After just one look, Chen Mo frowned and realized something was wrong.
It's not that the information is wrong, but that the person's experience is not right. The document he opened was about a third-class non-commissioned officer of the 63rd Army Aircraft Infantry Brigade named Gao Sufeng.
This person is also the only third-level non-commissioned officer in the entire company.
According to the information, Gao Sufeng would lead new recruits from December to March every year, take annual leave in April, return to the army in May to prepare, and go to the teaching team in June to lead those two-year soldiers who wanted to be squad leaders.
After three months of leading, it was September, and then he would return to the army for two or three months to integrate the veterans who were about to retire in the company. Next, he would lead new recruits, and the cycle would repeat itself. It had been like this for at least the past three years.
When Chen Moguang looked at the information, he knew that this was not a talent that could be interpreted by an old hand, but a big hand.
He read the information again and again, and finally threw it to Pei Shuaijun and said, "Commander, is this person the first batch to come to the base?"
"Shh! Shh! Shh!! Damn, keep your voice down." Pei Shuajun almost collapsed when he heard himself being called "Chief" again.
He, who rarely swore, couldn't help but lower his voice and said, "How come you don't understand me, kid? Call me Lao Pei, do you hear me?"
He complained as he picked up Gao Sufeng's file and took a look. "What's wrong with this guy? He seems to have a lot of experience. What our base lacks most right now is this kind of experienced veteran comrade."
"It's quite rich, but just don't let him piss you off to death." Chen Mo chuckled.
"What do you mean?" Pei Shuajun was stunned and didn't understand.
However, Chen Mo did not intend to explain it any further because this thing could not be explained.
Pei Shuajun was not from the army, so he had no idea that being the only third-level non-commissioned officer in the entire company was not much of a hot commodity, right?
Everyone knows that the first group of people who came to the college were there to build and lay the foundation for the future.
People who come from the army are just there to do odd jobs. Who can't see that?
But is it possible to send the only third-class non-commissioned officer in the entire company to do such miscellaneous work?
Look at the information again.
Throughout the year, this guy either leads new recruits, leads soldiers who have been in the unit for two years, or is on vacation. He basically never stays in his own company.
It is obvious that this was a deliberate arrangement by the company, otherwise who would be willing to push good soldiers out?
After reading several documents in succession, Chen Mo rubbed his temples and decided not to continue reading.
Because among the first group of people arranged here, not only Gao Sufeng, but everyone else had some problems.
Even though Chen Mo complained, he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. After all, not all units could see the benefits of the non-commissioned officer training base.
In other words, not all benefits can be passed on to the managers of the unit.
There is a rule for poaching people from units within the field army. If the other unit agrees, then there is nothing wrong with poaching them. If the other unit disagrees, and your unit is strong enough, you can go to your superiors to get a transfer order and poach them by force.
But the prerequisite is that the forced poaching must be brought to the surface and explained clearly to the head of the unit where the person works.
As long as you make it clear, it will be put out in the open and everyone will decide based on their ability.
Otherwise, if a good soldier who has been trained with great effort is secretly taken away, what is the difference between this and eloping with a girl without her parents' consent?
It can become a life-and-death feud.
The special forces selections shown in TV dramas, where grassroots companies are eager to send good soldiers, are pure nonsense.
In reality, it is not uncommon for units to get good soldiers and get so angry that they bang tables and throw chairs, even beating their brains out.
What is a good soldier?
It is a benchmark and a belief for soldiers at the grassroots level.
The loss of top soldiers will cause a chain reaction, leading to the decline of the combat effectiveness of the entire company, and ultimately the entire regiment will be affected.
If you understand these, you will understand the reason why Gao Sufeng stayed in the company for less than four months in the whole year.
This situation has already occurred even before the training base officially recruits non-commissioned officers.
It's not hard to imagine.
In the future, the cadres and teachers of this non-commissioned officer base will definitely be a hot spot that all colleges will flock to, because the gimmick of informatization is big enough.
The prospects are broad enough.
Correspondingly, it is difficult to recruit the required talents for non-commissioned officers who need training.
If one thing goes wrong, the experiment will ultimately fail.
After all, experiments require fighting, and those who need to charge into battle are not instructors or academic affairs personnel, but soldiers who come to receive training.
After reading the information, Chen Mo felt it necessary to discuss the relevant issues with Director Luo.
It’s not that I’m afraid that Luo Yaowu can’t think of this. He was a division-level chief of staff, and I’m afraid no one knows more about grassroots affairs than him.
But they know it's their business.
If you bring it up yourself, it will be your own achievement.
But there was no rush. There were many people in the car, and Chen Mo planned to discuss this matter after arriving at the base.
Looking out the window at the vehicles still moving along the road, he took apart a part of the project and looked at it carefully.
The topics of armor and communications were not surprising. Most of them focused on the analysis of the support characteristics of the Hans armored forces' combination of carrying supplies and assaults during the Battle of Kursk.
There is also an analysis of the various characteristics of tank battles during World War II.
Apart from that, there is nothing much to learn in this major.
After all, heavy armored troops only appeared in the early 1990s, and we have only been in contact with them for a few years, so we don’t have any decent battles to conduct research.
But we have to keep moving forward and study previous battles abroad to make up for our own shortcomings.
Last night, Director Luo said that there are only a few people who can fight, and this is not an exaggeration.
There are indeed not many.
In terms of vision and experience alone, the limitations were too great, and this was under the premise that the first Gulf War had already broken out.
If there is no outbreak.
This kind of research on armored warfare is probably even more lagging behind. Even the military academy is studying this.
It is conceivable that among the grassroots armored units, how many units can currently complete the compulsory subjects regarding dynamic and static combat coordination between infantry, tanks, artillery, tanks, and air tanks?
Without going through these, those armored units would at best be just heavily armed motorized units.
The power of the armored forces cannot be brought into play.
In fact, during this period at the end of the century, the mechanization level of the field army was about 60%.
This is just equipment statistics, not applications.
If we only talk about application, only 10 Type A group armies in the entire army can achieve proper mechanization, and the other 10 Type B group armies are at best just motorized.
There is nothing we can do. This is the way the times are, and the country has to focus on development.
The fuel, ammunition, equipment support, etc. used in many training exercises are far from enough.
"Get ready, we'll be getting off the bus soon."
Chen Mo was engrossed in the subject in his hands when a sound suddenly came from the front of the bus.
We're here.
Chen Mo hurriedly put away the documents in his hand. He opened the curtains and looked at the red brick wall outside. It hadn't even been painted with cement yet. The wall stretched for hundreds of meters and there was no end in sight.
Due to the limited height of the vehicle and the long distance, he could not see the furnishings inside the base.
However, the newly hung national flag inside was fluttering in the wind, its red color dazzling and eye-catching.
This is the non-commissioned officer training base.
Chen Mo quickly packed up his things and prepared to line up to get off the bus.
The base I have been looking forward to for so long is finally here.
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