Chapter 249: The three military regions are furious. The area to be shared is too large.
27th Army, 1st Tank Battalion, 80th Motorized Infantry Brigade.
At 4 p.m. on August 27, 1999, tank company commander Qin Jianjun logged into the military network to check information.
But I was surprised to find that.
Today's military network seems to be slightly different from the cold style of the past.
Inside the network entrance, a banner is particularly eye-catching.
Want to understand the meaning of military life? Want to become a truly high-end professional soldier? The Kyoto Military Region Non-commissioned Officer Academy is committed to building the strongest information-based unit and sincerely invites you to join!
"What the hell is that?"
Qin Jianjun was stunned for a moment. He was just planning to check something online, but how did it involve high-end professional soldiers?
But now that we have seen it, we cannot ignore it.
Humans are inherently curious creatures, especially military officers, who are a group of guys with an overflowing desire for adventure.
Captain Qin placed his hand on the mouse for some unknown reason and lightly clicked on the banner interface.
A secondary page popped up on the computer screen.
[This is a paradise for the strong and a hell for the weak.]
[Please watch carefully. If you feel uncomfortable, then you are the latter. ]
"Hold!"
"What the hell is this?"
Qin Jianjun was quite dissatisfied when he was inexplicably scolded for logging into the military network.
He looked up and thought carefully. He had never heard of the Kyoto Military Region Non-commissioned Officer Academy, let alone heard anyone mention that there was a special academy for the army non-commissioned officers.
However, I am somewhat impressed by the idea of building an information-based army.
There were some rumors that the troops from the Kyoto Military Region participated in the Northwest Military Exercise that just ended a few days ago and that they won a great victory.
Including their 27th Army, its base was originally in Shicheng.
The information technology experiments in recent years have been carried out within the military region, and many senior cadres will have some impression of them.
While thinking in my heart.
Qin Jianjun didn't stop clicking the mouse.
In the black and white picture, there is a striking collective second-class merit, a scene of the lieutenant colonel waving goodbye to the troop carrier, and the school motto of Shicheng Army Academy: "Loyalty, Martial Arts, Innovation, and Dedication."
There are a large number of individual photos of captains and group photos of lieutenants. Everyone seems to be smiling happily, but if you look closely, the smiles seem a bit forced.
Until this point, Captain Qin still didn't understand what the military network meant by adding this page.
But not understanding it is the motivation to keep reading.
When I scrolled to the end of the secondary page, there were no other prompts except a bunch of photos.
Qin Jianjun could only continue clicking the mouse.
But the next second.
The background music of "1942 Conquest of Paradise" came from the audio player. The melody was majestic and touching.
The screen is transformed from pictures to videos.
The rocket launcher dragon soared into the sky, the howitzer fire covered the area, the radar roof spun wildly, and the Z-9 attack helicopter flew rampant at low altitude.
The ground armored assault raised dust hundreds of meters high, and countless infantry cooperated with tanks to launch an attack on the enemy.
The video is incomplete, it only shows the attack but not the result.
But this doesn't affect the viewing experience at all.
The soldiers were fighting, and the cadres were shouting orders on walkie-talkies, which, combined with the effect of music, made people's blood boil.
But soon, the scene changed again.
A captain, who looks about the same age as Qin Jianjun in terms of both rank and age.
After the war.
He returned home exhausted with his bag in his hand. The bag fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
At first, Qin Jianjun didn't understand the meaning of suddenly adding this picture.
But soon, Captain Qin's heart was like being hit by a heavy hammer, which suffocated him and made his eyes wet.
Because a little girl and a little boy appeared in the video and saw a man in military uniform with a tired face coming to the house.
The two children stared at the person who suddenly appeared with their timid big eyes, jogging while holding their mother's legs, unwilling to move away.
Others may not feel much.
But Qin Jianjun is in his thirties, almost forty, and he also has children.
I remember that every time I went home for a family visit, my child was different from what I remembered. He had grown a lot taller, and the way he looked at me was exactly the same as in the video.
Accompanied by the music, it is infinitely sad.
Qin Jianjun burst into tears, thinking of his family and his children.
Soldiers, with the moon at the border overhead, are concerned about the peace of the world.
I can only go home once a year or even once every two years.
Every time I talk to my wife on the phone, after twenty lively sentences, I feel powerless and unable to take care of my family. I listen to the trivial household chores and my wife's complaints about her increasing fatigue.
Almost every time we hang up the phone, it’s because of a disagreement over real-life issues.
I have been in the army for more than ten years and have never let my country down, but I have let my family down.
The untouchable softness and guilt in my heart suddenly flooded into my mind.
The tough commander of the tank company felt heartbroken.
He clearly just wanted to log on to the military network to look up some information, but his thoughts were completely distracted and he sat in front of the computer in a daze.
But the next second, the picture in the promotional video changed again, and the background music disappeared synchronously.
A female comrade who looked like a student of the Military Medical College in her military uniform, young and beautiful with a lively smile.
In the video, like a host, she smiled sweetly and said, "Are you still worried about your wife's military household registration?"
"Yes." Qin Jianjun nodded involuntarily with tears in his eyes.
“Are you still worried about your child’s schooling?”
"yes."
Captain Qin felt uncomfortable and choked with sobs. Every knife was aimed at his chest.
"Count your hair, look at your wrinkles. How long are you going to live apart from each other?"
The voice of the "host" on the other side was slightly nervous.
But it is this tension that makes people empathize more.
Qin Jianjun was stunned for a moment. How much longer? How long can I stay in the army?
In another five years, he will be able to retire and go home. It won’t take too long.
Captain Qin touched his wrinkled temples. Although he couldn't see it at the moment, he knew that there were already white hairs growing there like snow.
"Do you want to continue waiting?"
Another voice was heard in the video: "If you don't want to wait any longer, now is the best opportunity."
"What kind of good opportunity is this?"
Captain Qin looked at the screen stupidly.
"From today on, say goodbye to men's silence and women's tears, say goodbye to pouring out longings over the phone, say goodbye to knowing your child through photos, and say goodbye to the tears of loved ones."
"All you need to do is join the Non-commissioned Officer Academy, join the information creation plan, and fill in your personal information and submit it."
"We solemnly promise that every backbone member of the NCO Academy will thoroughly resolve the issues of household registration, employment, and schooling for the military families of the majority of military personnel in the shortest possible time."
"What are you still hesitating about? Coming here will give you a chance to win the second-class merit, and you can reunite with your family sooner."
"Please don't indulge in the love of your comrades in your old unit. Your family also needs your protection. A true brother will accompany you to the Non-commissioned Officer Academy."
"This is a paradise for the brave, a destination that cowards can never reach."
"Looking forward to your joining us."
"No more waiting, no more waiting." Qin Jianjun shook his head, his emotions already affected.
But at this moment.
Originally there was only a young and beautiful host in the video, but now, there is suddenly a thin middle-aged man with a long scar on the right side of his face.
The other person has dark skin and it is obvious that he is not the kind of person who is easy to get along with.
"My name is Cheng Dong. I was the former commander of the 3rd Reconnaissance Company of the 7th Armored Brigade. I am now the chief of staff at the Non-commissioned Officer Academy."
"This is the collective second-class merit our entire reconnaissance company received at the NCO Academy."
In the picture, Cheng Dong held the honor board in both hands, and a rare hint of pride appeared on his face, which was as cold as a knife or an axe.
The host next to him smiled and asked, "Hello, Chief of Staff Cheng, how old is your child this year?"
"He's eight years old, a chubby kid."
A smile appeared on Cheng Dong's lips, as if talking about his children would make him feel particularly good.
"How much time have you spent with your children in the past three years?"
Hearing this.
Cheng Dong's expression froze. He looked up as if recalling something, or perhaps suppressing his emotions, and said, "Forty-one days, five hours, and eleven minutes."
If the time is specified to the hour or even the minute, the trick will be even more ruthless.
Qin Jianjun's fists couldn't help but tremble when he saw this. In the past three years, he had spent less time with his own daughter than with the dark-haired captain on the screen.
It was only twenty-four days and four hours, and precisely because it was so difficult to get along with them, he remembered every minute and every second clearly.
Perhaps only soldiers who have been away from home for many years can feel this feeling most deeply.
The feeling of homesickness at this moment is like mushrooms after rain, and it is uncontrollably surging.
"Do you miss your family now?" the host asked again.
"Yes." Cheng Dong nodded: "Of course I do, but I can solve it quickly."
As he spoke, Cheng Dong turned his head and pointed behind him.
In the rear, rows of young officers were lined up in neat rows. The people in the back row couldn't see, but the officers in the front row, with their shining military medals on their chests, were extremely dazzling under the refraction of the sun.
Some of the most powerful ones can be awarded five or six third-class merits.
There are two columns in total, one for officers and the other for non-commissioned officers. The people in the front row are full of high spirits and pride.
Cheng Dong pointed at the crowd and said with a smile: "Maybe it was impossible to solve this problem before, or you needed to apply for a rental and queue up, but not here."
"We just need to work hard and build diligently, and everything else will be taken care of for us."
"Come on, the paradise of the strong welcomes new comrades."
Qin Jianjun watched the entire promotional video almost in tears.
The tank company commander of the 80th Motorized Infantry Brigade discovered that there was an option to fill in personal information at the bottom of the promotion.
He clicked it without hesitation and filled in the form quickly.
Perhaps deep down he didn't believe that this so-called non-commissioned officer academy was reliable and could really solve these problems.
But it doesn't matter.
He needs a reason to vent now.
People are very scary when they are emotional. At this time, let alone thinking about the purpose of propaganda.
Even if the battalion commander came to stop him, Captain Qin might even dare to threaten a fight.
According to the military district's policy, the captain is indeed not eligible for welfare housing, but he can apply for benefits similar to low-rent housing like senior non-commissioned officers.
I pay rent every month and bring my wife and children to live with me.
It’s not that Qin Jianjun hasn’t applied for this, the problem is that it’s been almost two years since he applied, and there’s no sign of him joining the army.
The house can be rented at any time, but the problem is that if you rent it, your children need to go to school, your wife needs to work nearby, and you need to settle down.
There's no point coming here if you don't have a source of income.
Qin Jianjun's case is not an isolated case.
The promotional picture, led by Chen Mo, Man Xuexi and Cheng Dong, starts with the scene of sending someone off, then sets the mood with the scene of battle, and finally leads to the end of the battle and returning home.
The entire process is ultimately designed to guide people into joining the Non-Commissioned Officer Academy.
This caused an uproar on the entire Kyoto Military District’s military network.
For a while.
The entire military region was shocked, and the tank regiment, a certain staff department, armored units, mechanized infantry units, and a large number of grassroots officers were stimulated.
Some people, like Qin Jianjun, were emotionally moved after reading the form and filled it out while they had time, while others filled it out just to give it a try.
But more importantly, it is filled out sincerely.
The news spread like wildfire in all major units.
The target of the non-commissioned officer academy is the backbone, not ordinary soldiers. The people who use this kind of military network the most are precisely grassroots officers and senior non-commissioned officers.
In just half a day, various feedback calls were received from the grassroots level to the regiment and division headquarters.
The news spread too quickly and has already caused an impact to a certain extent.
8pm on the 27th.
In the meeting room of the 1st Kyoto Garrison Division, Division Commander Dong Zhennan was the first to realize that something was wrong.
His unit was located in an important area of the capital, and the responsibilities were heavy. When there was instability among the people, he naturally felt that something was wrong.
A video conference was held overnight for all the grassroots units of the division.
Inside the conference room, Dong Zhennan wore a serious expression. He did not appear on camera, nor did he speak. Instead, a colonel beside him took charge and said, "Comrades, let's convey the spirit of this meeting."
"Recently, there's been a wave of transfer applications within the unit. I can clearly tell you all, don't let your hearts wander. Officers are role models for the soldiers and the core of the unit."
"The soldiers are watching your every word and action."
"As for the propaganda appearing on the military network, don't be misled. The so-called NCO Academy is merely an information-based demonstration camp, and its future is uncertain."
"This is an experimental unit and they can't solve any substantial problems at the moment."
"Wouldn't it be nice to just stay in the Garrison Division? There'll be bread and beer. The Division Party Committee is already working on a solution to the problem of family members joining the army. We can guarantee that within one to two years, over 80 percent of eligible comrades will have their families accompanying them."
"In addition, cadre selection and promotion will be more open and transparent."
Inside the conference room, the sound was deafening.
All the regiments, battalions and companies applauded vigorously in front of the camera. This is a real benefit.
Not just the garrison division.
More and more units found something wrong and began to hold emergency meetings.
It is clearly stated that the problem of family members joining the military must be resolved and that the policy of selection and appointment must be more transparent. In this regard, all units have made the same commitment.
no way.
The storm is too big, so we can only focus on appeasement first.
But appeasement cannot play a decisive role.
This night.
Everywhere you look, you can see platoon leaders or veterans from many units gathering together at night, whispering and discussing things.
Consultant A: "Hey! Have you all read the military website's promotion? Have you filled out the information?"
Negotiator B stared with wide eyes: "What are you talking about? How could I possibly be that kind of person? I've been in the company for over a year and I have feelings for it. That bullshit NCO academy is not an officer academy. No matter how much they brag, it's still a piece of shit."
Negotiator C: "That's right. My workplace is my home. No matter what anyone says, I won't apply for this."
Negotiator D: "Yes, yes, yes."
This kind of righteous discussion is actually useless.
It took less than an hour for several people to disband.
A quietly ran to the computer room, planning to fill in his information at night when no one was paying attention, thinking of giving it a try.
But as soon as he reached the door of the computer room, he saw B, who was sitting in front of the computer in a wretched manner, with the dim light from the screen shining on his face.
This person is the one who just called the Non-commissioned Officer Academy a jerk.
The two looked at each other tacitly, and no one said anything.
When everyone finds a seat to fill in the form.
Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside. The two of them quickly turned off the computer and hid in their positions.
Crunch!
Ten seconds later, the door was pushed open.
The deputy company commander, Gou Gou, walked in stealthily, looked back cautiously, quickly closed the door, walked to the computer, turned it on, and opened the military network.
A and B hid under the table, not daring to breathe, their hearts beating wildly.
The two looked at each other, both with a look of fear.
Who would have thought that the deputy company commander, who had made a serious speech at a meeting in the evening and was usually a very decent person, would actually do such a dirty thing in the middle of the night?
The two wanted to jump out and expose it, but after thinking about it, they decided not to, as they were cadres who had been assigned here shortly after graduation.
Even if you jump out, you won't have much say.
It would be no fun to be silenced again.
The storm of publicity for the incident is blowing stronger and stronger.
At first, it only affected the regiments, brigades and divisions, and emergency meetings were held to try to curb this bad trend.
But the next day, after only one day of being online, the news had already reached the military district level.
Almost simultaneously, we received complaints from various units on the 27th, 38th, and 63rd, demanding the removal of military propaganda on the Internet, on the grounds that it was too misleading.
It has shaken the thinking of grassroots officers.
In every unit, one can see people discussing the issues of the Non-commissioned Officer Academy everywhere.
Although nothing major has happened yet, the unstable military morale is already the biggest trouble.
63rd Army, inside the military administrative building.
Commander-in-chief Zhang Canshan's face turned pale, and political commissar Liao Hongjun held a water cup and remained silent.
Chief of Staff Qin Quanan, Director of the Political Department Tao Ruichang, and Minister of Logistics Sun Zhensheng were also somewhat numb.
One day.
The various departments did not dare to call the military headquarters directly to complain, and the phones of the General Staff, Political Department, and Logistics Department were almost broken.
Without exception, they all accused the Non-Commissioned Officers Academy of propaganda.
The one who was even more unlucky was Qin Quanan, who was the person in charge of the overall information construction of the military region.
Any problems, whether at the Non-commissioned Officer Academy or the Information Demonstration Camp, must be reported to him.
If it was just your own company calling, the matter would be easily settled and could be resolved internally behind closed doors.
But the problem is.
Now it has involved the 27th and 38th Armies. Just now, the commanders-in-chief of the two military regions were furious, and their tone was as if they wanted to bite two people alive.
He cursed and said he would come over here to get an explanation.
People from the two military regions will arrive at any time. What will we use to explain to them then?
Qin Quanan didn't expect that letting Chen Mo handle the publicity on his own would cause such a big stir.
You say you have a military network, and there's nothing wrong with that. But what if your own military region doesn't have one? Is it really necessary to drag the entire military region into this?
Even if someone signs up, do you have the ability to get them over?
Let's take a step back.
It's okay to promote it on the military network of a major military region, but you have to keep the information you fill out confidential. The names and specific information are indeed kept confidential and cannot be seen openly.
But the number of people applying online is clearly there.
What does it mean?
Do you think the trouble you've caused isn't big enough?
Overnight, on average, hundreds of officers and non-commissioned officers signed up in the three military regions.
Regardless of the severity of this behavior, just from the perspective of the commander-in-chief, it has seriously challenged his dignity as the number one commander in the military region.
For such a large military region, hundreds of people signed up in one night, which also means that many units were abandoned. Wouldn't that make the commander-in-chief a lonely man?
Just looking at the number of people, you can't tell who is more irritating.
I looked down and saw that the microphone was placed on the desk, so I didn't dare to answer the call anymore.
Qin Quanan laughed dryly, then looked up at the commander-in-chief Zhang Canshan who was smoking silently, and the political commissar Liao Hongjun who was drinking tea.
"Lao Zhang, my dear Political Commissar Liao, please give me some advice. The people from 27 and 38 are coming soon and are demanding an explanation over the phone."
"Even the garrison division wants to come and ask for punishment. How should we respond?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Canshan continued smoking without responding.
Political Commissar Liao shook his head and put down his water glass. "It's no use asking me. I'm also a victim."
"When those old guys come over, I'm afraid they won't have anything nice to say."
As soon as the political commissar finished speaking, the logistics minister, Sun Zhensheng, sneered, looked at Qin Quanan, and said bitterly through his teeth: "Old Qin, how dare you ask?"
"If it weren't for your doting, would that kid surnamed Chen dare to break the rules of the field battle and play with fire?"
"It is your responsibility, Qin Quanan, to have this outcome today."
"Bullshit, you bald bastard." Qin Quan'an slammed the table and stood up: "How did I know he would play such a big game?"
"This is my responsibility. The higher-ups gave us the mission, but you guys in the logistics department were so slow to approve it. If it weren't for that, how could we have gotten to this point?"
"Damn Qin Dwarf, don't think I'm afraid of you." Sun Zhensheng rolled up his sleeves, eager to fight with Qin Quanan.
What he hated most in his life was being called bald.
Besides, the strict logistics is to prevent unnecessary waste. What's wrong with that?
“Alright, alright!!”
Seeing the two men about to fight, Political Commissar Liao Hongjun waved his hand and said, "First, notify the commander of the demonstration battalion to come over and understand the specific situation."
"He was sent down from above. Even if Old Yan and the others had the courage, they wouldn't dare come and beat us up."
"As for raising an army to punish the culprit, we should just fight back against the enemy with our troops and block the flood with earth."
"Even if we put aside the matter of the demonstration camp, the guy surnamed Chen is from our military region. We can fight him behind closed doors, but no one else can stop him."
"Killing that guy would be too easy for him. I suggest tying him to a tree and bombarding him with mortars, and he'll behave himself."
Logistics Minister Sun Zhensheng snorted coldly.
Old man Sun is only harsh in words. Of course, he also has a very hot temper and is very stubborn.
There is nothing wrong with protecting one's own people. If he wants to protect Chen Mo, he alone is enough, so he can only act like a spoiled child.
But at the same time, when the outsiders are sent away and the family rules are enforced behind closed doors, I'm afraid Old Man Sun will be the one who beats the hardest.
After Qin Quanan knew what the political commissar meant.
Without saying anything more, he walked to the door, waved his hand, and asked the cadres of the confidential department to call the demonstration camp.
Notify Chen Mo to come over immediately.
The other side.
Ever since Chen Mo realized that something had gone wrong and the military network had implicated the entire military region, he knew that his life was in jeopardy.
He didn't even bother to recruit people from other units, and had been trying to get close to Wang Songhe since yesterday.
Trying to pull something heavy enough to attract fire.
Unfortunately, I don’t know what happened this time. Even Lao Wang has learned his lesson. No matter what Chen Mo said, he ignored him.
Wait until the call from the military district comes.
Chen Mocai sighed, having already anticipated that things would get out of hand this time.
However, he just felt that he was unlucky and was not too worried.
His original purpose was to share his problems with everyone.
that is.
The area shared this time is a little bit larger
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