Chapter 195: Deputy Class Leader, what have you done to be so outrageous that it is condemned by both humans and gods?
The outskirts of the 7th Brigade’s training ground.
The air was filled with smoke and the pungent smell of diesel fuel.
A battle.
Although the first company won, the victory was not glorious. The second company lost, but the defeat was shameful.
The soldiers of the two companies lined up consciously in the distance, while the cadres hung their heads. The sensors on many of them were still emitting white smoke.
Wei Jin'an was so angry that he couldn't contain his anger.
He said coldly, "Take that rubbish off for me. It's very glorious to wear it on your body, isn't it?"
Generally speaking.
The brigade commander would not scold the company commander or platoon leader in person. If he could speak, it meant that he was really angry.
Second Battalion Commander Liu Hongyun shuddered with fear. He quickly kicked the company commander in front of him several times and cursed, "Go clean up this idiot! This is such a disgrace!"
"Get lost!"
When the battalion commander gave the order, the cadres who had not wanted to gather here in the first place dispersed.
It's mainly embarrassing.
It's so embarrassing. The unit was raided and we don't know how the higher-ups are going to deal with them. I was thinking of urgently preparing for a battle and remedying the situation.
Now it's fine.
The fight was indeed beautiful, but the command of the first company was taken away by the dog scholar. An outsider commanded the first company and defeated the second company, and eventually the entire company was wiped out.
To be honest, the Second Battalion has never been as embarrassed as it is today.
After everyone left.
Second Battalion Commander Liu Hongyun and Political Instructor Lou Shuhai stood in front of the Brigade Commander, bracing themselves for the violent storm.
"Tell me, why is there no one on duty in the combat duty room?"
"ah?"
"Can I be off duty during lunch break?"
"I think you're just too lazy. Did you hear what Chief of Staff Luo said just now? He said there's something wrong with our work style."
"How dare you stand here in this military uniform?"
"If it were before, I would have shot you."
Wei Jinan's scolding was neither loud nor harsh, but the label of "style issues" was too broad.
Captain Liu and Instructor Lou were standing closest to them. They were scolded by the brigade commander like a small boat in the stormy waves. They were unable to take care of themselves and kept their heads down in silence.
The two company commanders who had just taken off their sensors in the distance lowered their hats, their eyes reddened, and they felt extremely aggrieved when they heard the brigade commander's scolding.
A soldier.
What we fight for every day is honor, personal honor and unit honor. We keep the discipline tight every day and dare not relax at all.
If their Seventh Brigade is like some other units, with lax discipline, stealing and selling oil, and driving cars out to do business, then we can scold them.
The problem is.
Since September last year, the 7th Tank Division was transferred from the 28th Army to the 63rd Army. Its organization has been reduced, its number has been changed, and its unit has been included in every military downsizing.
Even so.
All the battalions and companies under the Seventh Brigade were holding back their anger, just to avoid bringing shame to the old Seventh Division. However, today, they were scolded by the former Seventh Division leaders for having problems with their work style.
Only the cadres who have been with us along the way feel the grievances most deeply.
Including the battalion commander Liu Hongyun, he also tilted his head with an expression of dissatisfaction and indignation.
As a battalion commander, you can scold him or beat him, but you cannot say that the style of the troops he leads is bad.
This kind of insult almost negates the efforts of all the soldiers in the battalion.
Wei Jinan also knew the situation in the Second Battalion. After cursing a few times in front of the soldiers in the battalion, he simply waved his hand and said, "Alright, I'll remember this."
"Did you all hear what Chief of Staff Luo said just now?"
"In the middle of next month, there will be a military exercise in the northwest. They have been asked to send a troop from that base. Your Second Battalion will be the main force."
"Captain Liu."
"arrive!!"
"You are also an old comrade. In the past two years, we have been talking about reform. We have been talking about reform and have been making changes all the time."
"This military exercise might be an opportunity to go out and see, and learn a little bit, to see how the Army Academy is transforming us into an informationized force to participate in combat."
"Do you understand?"
"Yes, Brigadier!!"
Liu Hongyun straightened his back, looked ahead with a firm gaze, and saluted!
"Okay, notify the troops to bring them back."
Wei Jinan didn't say anything more. He raised his hand and patted Captain Liu on the shoulder, then turned around and left in the car.
Recently.
The political commissar is not here and there are a lot of things to do in the brigade. Brigade Commander Wei really doesn't have the energy to give too many instructions.
But he knew that choosing the Second Battalion as the main force this time might be an opportunity for the entire Seventh Brigade.
The other side.
On the way back with Chen Mo, Luo Yaowu was in a good mood, not for any other reason.
Just because of Chen Mo’s performance just now.
There is a saying that goes, war is actually not that complicated, and the composition of the army is not that complicated either. It is simply divided into academic factions and practical factions.
The academic school is for those who are capable and talented, while the practical school is for those who survive.
This statement is a bit confusing, but for the senior officials of the military region, this is roughly what it means.
In Luo Yaowu's opinion, Chen Mo has always been the kind of person who is interested in studying new things, willing to learn and endure hardships, and may be able to make a place for himself in the research field in the future.
It’s also because of this idea.
Luo Yaowu had planned to go to the Northwest for military exercises, and he would be in charge, letting Chen Mo follow him to learn and act as an idle adviser.
Just treat it as an experience.
But today, Chen Mo's performance really gave him a big surprise.
Whether you admit it or not.
A private who had just been awarded the rank of lieutenant, without having participated in any military exercises, could make on-the-spot adjustments to battlefield maneuver organization, combat assaults, etc. just by studying in the classroom for a few months.
This ability indicates that Chen Mo has an extremely high talent for understanding the dynamic balance of the battlefield and the relationship between the enemy and us.
Commanding a war sounds easy.
It’s also easy to arrange in advance.
But once the battle begins, the enemy will not respond according to your expectations.
Every adjustment to a tactical command must be made based on the broad battlefield space and time, and then perfectly combined with the degree of combat damage, infantry-tank coordination efficiency, assault mode, firepower coordination, terrain features, etc.
Wars cannot be fought blindly.
Advance step by step cautiously is not just a few words uttered out of your mouth.
That is a war that needs to be fought with the lives of soldiers. There can be no mistakes, and commanders are not allowed to make mistakes.
It is not easy to do all these.
"Chen Mo."
"arrive!!"
Chen Mo, who was sitting in the passenger seat and looking at the surrounding scenery, suddenly heard the director in the back seat calling him. He quickly turned around and looked behind him.
"Nothing, just relax, let's talk." Luo Yaowu said with a smile, "I just heard from the company that you were in command. Tell me your reasons."
reason
Chen Mo scratched his head and thought for a moment, then said with certainty, "Commander, if you want a reason for the situation at that time, I can only say it was due to fatigue."
"Oh? Tell me about it."
"yes."
"I wasn't aware that the First and Second Companies had the same organization for this operation. The triangular matrix assault formation is simply not suitable for company-level deployments."
"Since we're fighting a mobile war, whoever reaches the engagement zone first will take the initiative. The triangular matrix assault chain is not only slow, but also lacks sufficient armor to fill the flanks and rear, making it easy for the enemy to pin us down."
"Go on." Luo Yaowu nodded without comment.
"Also, battle intelligence is too difficult to obtain. The two companies are fighting entirely based on the commander's perception. Whoever has better insight, perceives the battlefield one step ahead of others, and can accurately transmit orders to individual tank crews will have the advantage."
"This type of command, as long as the commander remains on target, can maximize the combat effectiveness of individual combat units. However, if the commander makes a mistake, the limitations will be significant."
"The combat effectiveness of the entire company will be greatly reduced."
Seeing how seriously Chen Mo spoke, Luo Yaowu did not respond immediately.
Because he didn't quite understand how weak Chen Mo was talking about.
It makes sense to say that the Second Battalion's company commander's command ideas were too simplistic, lacked the ability to respond to emergencies, and was generally weak.
But combat intelligence is the same for all the fighting troops.
After all, wars are fought with intelligence. Without it, there is no point in fighting.
For example, if the enemy sends a division and you have no intelligence, can you only send a battalion?
A few years ago, when we wanted to send troops for peacekeeping, the higher-ups asked for more than 30,000 troops, including one infantry division and two armored divisions. Wasn't it because of the intelligence asymmetry?
However, it was normal for Director Luo not to understand, because he did not stick his head out of the tank to observe the situation like Chen Mo did.
I have never experienced that in the information and digital age, the battlefield situation can be displayed in real time on the terminal.
Naturally, it is impossible to understand what this fatigue means.
The conversation between the two did not last long.
After returning to the Second Battalion’s base, Luo Yaowu told Chen Mo that he could look around and take a walk.
He returned to the combat duty room and began communicating with the Army Academy and the military district by phone.
After all, if one wants to transfer an entire battalion of people, it is not something that can be done by just Director Luo Yaowu with just a few words.
The transfer procedures, personnel arrangements, and venues for subsequent exercises and training must be arranged in a unified manner.
The Second Battalion was transferred so that it could be brought to the battlefield half a month later. Time was very tight, and many details could only be discussed in a unified meeting after returning to the base.
The director is busy.
Chen Mo, on the other hand, was fine. The first and second companies had not returned yet, and he didn't know how he would be scolded.
The third company stayed in the camp and did not go out, but he didn't know anyone in the third company.
After strolling around, Chen Mo simply chose a tree that provided some shade and sat down to rest.
At the same time, Chen Mo was also considering participating in the Northwest Military Exercise.
There must be a lot of troops participating in this large-scale exercise. If the base sends the Second Battalion as the main force, can it make any waves?
Although the overall execution of the Second Battalion is acceptable, its equipment is too poor.
The only thing they could show off were the twenty or so tanks.
If the reconnaissance company in the base and the eleven technical non-commissioned officers are added.
The Second Battalion's logistics supply, maintenance, engineering, chemical defense, reconnaissance, infantry, transportation and other auxiliary combat units are likely to be fine.
But if you want to fight an informationized war, you must first have the ability to protect yourself. The entire Second Battalion has no air defense equipment, no long-range equipment, and even no radar, artillery, etc.
According to this calculation.
The main battalion must at least add one more howitzer company and one anti-aircraft machine gun company to maintain the overall mobile assault.
This alone is not enough.
Drones, early warning equipment, and even long-range rocket artillery platoons must be equipped.
The difference between informatization and mechanization is that the former has the foundation of information technology, which enables it to detect the enemy first, carry out long-range attacks and precise guidance on the battlefield.
To put it simply, the encounter between mechanization and informatization is like the encounter between cavalry and the Maxim machine gun team.
No matter how powerful the cavalry's bows and arrows are, they can never compare with heavy machine guns.
But it is easier said than done.
Chen Mo remembers that a large-scale joint military exercise was held in 1996.
At that time, the entire division was assaulting, including medium, low and high altitude artillery tanks, helicopter groups, artillery groups, rocket groups, infantry and armored groups, tank clusters, and bomber groups. In addition, during the assault, there were battlefield logistics supplies, maintenance, engineers, chemical defense, air defense, communications, radar, transportation, etc.
With a scale of 20,000 people, an equipped mobile assault was demonstrated.
400 kilometers of crazy maneuvering in 14 hours and 200 kilometers of strategic impact in 4 hours.
With this posture, let alone a small group of enemies, even if Godzilla blocked the way, he would probably be beaten into a "Godzilla".
The above-mentioned ones are just the "cavalry" in the metaphor just now. The assault division does not have information technology.
As Maxim, one can imagine the pressure he was under in trying to defeat such cavalry.
Chen Mo is not just worrying about nothing.
In the past two years, there have been large-scale military downsizing, and most Type B divisions have been assigned to the armed police or the Marine Corps.
And those who remain are the most elite Type A divisions. It is no exaggeration to say that they are the main force among the main forces and the ace among the aces.
The Northwest Military Exercise is held behind the motherland’s parade ground, so one can imagine how powerful the units that can take part in it are.
Ordinary little Karami is not qualified to go up at all.
As a result, under such extreme circumstances, the Kyoto Military District ordered the base to send an informationized force to fight.
Think about this.
Chen Mo couldn't help but raise his hand to rub his temples. This matter really gave him a headache.
He and everyone in Lu Academy wanted to see the results, but it was not that easy.
With just a hastily assembled suture battalion, one mistake could easily lead to it being torn apart by the main division.
We need to think about how the subsequent informationized troops should be equipped.
Training is secondary, because it is impossible to learn anything in half a month. It is considered quite impressive if you can barely achieve fire coordination.
No wonder previous experiments always failed.
Chen Mo now also realized the difficulty. He had previously thought that using the battalion to challenge the regimental-level unit would be a success.
Now looking at the boldness of the arrangements made by the major military regions, I realize that I was still too petty.
What the higher-ups want is not a small-scale success, but to directly open up a new path.
It’s difficult. It’s too difficult.
Chen Mo raised his hand originally intending to wipe the sweat from his forehead, but when he did, he realized that he had been thinking about the problem.
It was a hot day with a temperature of nearly 40 degrees Celsius, but I was not sweating even though I was wearing such thick spring and autumn clothes.
Maybe it was because I had never commanded an armored unit in combat, so I always thought the problem was too simple.
After experiencing it once, you may have some insights.
He couldn't sit still because he had something on his mind.
Chen Mo stood up and was about to go see if Director Luo had finished his call, but he hadn't left yet.
Rumble.
The location of the entrance to the Second Battalion camp.
Four Type 141 troop carriers were in the lead, followed by four Type 63 armored personnel carriers, and then two companies of tanks.
The convoy returned to the camp in the heat.
Chen Mo stood aside and watched for a while. As the convoys returned to their respective companies, he was about to leave.
Two soldiers came running over quickly from a distance.
"Deputy class leader!!"
“Old Chen!!”
The two men waved as they ran, and when they saw the person coming, Chen Mo also smiled.
He is no stranger to these two.
It was Zhu Gaituan and Feng Junling in the Second Battalion.
Old Zhu had just met Feng Junling at the door of the ammunition depot, but he hadn't seen him for a long time. This guy was still the same as before.
He is over 1.9 meters tall and as thin as a bamboo pole. Apart from being darker than before, there is no other change in his appearance.
"How did you get here?" Chen Mo looked at the two of them with a smile, and then looked at the companies in the distance returning to their posts in an orderly manner.
The exercise just ended, but there are still some problems.
The tanks need to be re-inspected and cleaned, and the firearms need to be maintained. Class meetings and company meetings will be held one after another.
No matter what, after fighting such a great battle, the unit cannot arrange for people to rest. There are still many things to do.
"Haha, the monitor specially granted us an hour's leave to come and see you."
Zhu Gaituan raised his hand with envy, touched Chen Mo's epaulettes, and said with emotion: "Deputy squad leader, how did you become a lieutenant? I heard that you were promoted to officer not long ago."
"It's a temporary need. I've only changed my shoulder straps now. My file and school records show that I'm still a student, so I won't be updating that quickly."
Chen Mo found an excuse to change the subject, and then looked at Feng Junling. He hadn't seen this guy for a few months, and when they met again, he just laughed foolishly.
Noticing Chen Mo looking at him, Lao Feng grinned and said, "Lao Chen, was it really you who was commanding the company just now?"
"Wow, military academy is awesome! You've only been there for a few months and you can already command a battle."
"Shit, I'm in the maintenance department and I still can't even knock the tracks off."
"You just don't have any strength in your hands. How could you grow so big in vain?" Zhu Gaituan glanced at Feng Junling, then reached out and started to touch Chen Mo's pocket.
In the past, they were all recruits.
Chen Mo also knew the nature of these two guys, so he immediately took out all the cigarettes in his pocket, handed them to Zhu Gaituan, and said, "How are you guys doing in the company lately?"
"I think the battalion commander here is quite nice. I think he should be able to adapt, right?"
"fart!"
"I can adapt to it."
Speaking of this, Feng Junling was fine. He just sat on the ground with a cigarette lit, squinting his eyes and puffing out smoke.
Zhu Gaituan, however, looked bitter and resentful, cursing, "Damn it, just a month ago, a lot of veterans were saying that you, the squad leader, were making some complaints at school about collecting drill records and archiving them."
"These sons of bitches, they can't find you, so they're taking their anger out on me."
"Every day during drills, I was made to carry five or six guns. I was in the infantry squad, but I was also made to dismantle tanks and clean up. For a month, every day I was made to clean gun barrels, break tracks, and change batteries."
"Look at this," Zhu Gaituan said, stretching out his hands with an angry look, showing his blistered hands: "Sometimes during extra training, I'm either asked to carry batteries or shells."
"I'm so tired. By the way, class vice-chairman, what the hell did you do in school that is so outrageous?"
Chen Mo: What do you mean by again?
"Have a smoke." Chen Mo lifted Zhu Gaituan's hand and let him continue smoking.
Try to say as few words as possible.
"Weren't you originally in the armored squad? Why are you in the infantry squad now?"
"It's no wonder. We revolutionary soldiers are like bricks. We move wherever we are needed."
Zhu Gaituan responded nonchalantly before sighing, "Damn it! I want to drive a tank, too, but since we got the new equipment, a tank squad only needs three people. I'm the extra one."
"I can only carry the machine gun."
"But today was really great. You don't know, squad leader, when we came back, I could hear the battalion commander sitting in the armored vehicle scolding the company commander while I was sitting in the back of the truck."
"Just think about it, the two vehicles were several meters apart, and the armor was soundproof, yet I could still hear the battalion commander scolding him. It was really fucking awesome!"
Listen to old brothers complain.
Chen Mo just handed the cigarette silently. This silly kid is so naive.
The battalion commander scolded your company commander harshly. What are you so happy about?
The company commander was so angry, who could he vent his anger on?
In the end, it was not the soldiers of the first company who were the luckiest, as they were the last ones to be saved.
However, Chen Mo did not mention these disappointing things.
To be honest, he quite enjoyed sitting and chatting with his comrades of the same year.
Because Feng Junling never thought about training issues or what to do in the future, he couldn't learn anyway.
He was only wondering if the lunch would be more delicious and if the dinner would be different. After all, the food for the armored troops was really good.
The energy consumption during routine training was too high, so when the army's food standards were first formulated, armored troops were classified into four categories.
In terms of overall quality, even if it is not as good as the dog squad leader, it can at least be ranked among the top in the army.
Zhu Gaituan is much better. This guy also has his own dreams. Besides hoping that the veterans in the company will give him less trouble.
Lao Zhu also hopes to stay in the army in the future, just like Lao Pao, and become an old non-commissioned officer respected by everyone.
Chat with both of them.
Chen Mo could feel a lot more relaxed. At least he didn't have to think about the formation of informationized troops, nor did he have to think about how to select auxiliary combat units next.
It’s quite easy.
After chatting for nearly an hour and smoking a big pack of cigarettes, Zhu Gaituan got up from the ground with some regret.
"Deputy, we have to go back. It's not easy to see you once. I really don't know when I will see you next time."
"Take care of yourself."
"Very quickly."
Chen Mo stood up, dusted off his pants, and said with a smile, "You two should take advantage of the next two days of rest. If nothing unexpected happens, you probably won't have a chance to rest for the next month or two."
"What do you mean?" Feng Junling was stunned for a moment. He was most afraid of working.
In fact, it's not just him. The armored soldiers are most afraid of the deployment of tanks, because once they move, there will be endless work to do.
You'll be covered in dirt on sunny days and mud on rainy days. You can't run away.
It would be slightly better if the chariot did not move.
But unfortunately, since Chen Mo recommended the Second Battalion, it would be impossible to keep it moving for the next one or two months.
Even moving less is impossible.
"It's okay, go back. Believe me, you might be very busy recently."
"When you have a chance to rest, get some extra sleep and replenish your energy."
Chen Mo raised his hand and patted Feng Junling's shoulder, watching the two of them walk away.
He then ran to the battalion headquarters to find Director Luo.
Who would have thought that when Chen Mo came back.
After walking around, I didn't meet Luo Yaowu. I only saw Pei Shuajun standing downstairs of the battalion headquarters, bragging to a few cadres.
"Old Pei, where's the chief?"
"Oh, the director and Staff Officer Wang have gone to the brigade headquarters and told us to go back first."
"Hurry up, I'm waiting for you."
"I'm telling you, Xiucai, I heard the director just called and said he wants to transfer several 206s from the college here."
"We're going to have joint training these days, so we have work to do."
206? What the hell is 206?
Chen Mo was stunned for a moment before he realized, "The 206 you're talking about is a vehicle-mounted drone?"
"Yeah, what else?"
Pei Shuajun nodded, as if it was a matter of course.
Chen Mo smacked his lips. It seemed that what Dean Lu had prepared behind the scenes was far more than what was written in the experimental records.
Drones are not easy to operate these days. There is only one drone maintenance sergeant in the entire military region, and he is level six.
You can see how difficult it is.
Unexpectedly, Dean Lu was well prepared and could mobilize several planes with just a few words.
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