Chapter 285: The clockwork is tightened, and the whole camp enters the most difficult stage
"One, two, one, two, one, two, three, four!!"
September 19, 1999, around 5:40 in the morning.
The sun was just beginning to shine as it rose from the west.
Outside the Taishan Non-commissioned Officers Academy, team after team of soldiers lined up in neat rows and began training.
The loud slogans shook the entire Taishan Mountains.
A team of thousands of people, divided into more than a dozen teams, led by different cadres, greeted the new day.
Chen Mo stood on the open-top military vehicle, holding the side iron frame with his hands. Wang Jianyong was driving the vehicle, holding a loud speaker in his hand and roaring continuously.
"Hurry up, those on the left, which company are you from? What are you looking at? I'm talking to you! Haven't you eaten? Where's the noise?"
"I'm telling you, when you come here, don't give me conditions, just tell me what you want! NCO want to be promoted to officer? Great! Sure! Show me your achievements, even if you're over the age limit, I can still make you an officer!"
"Some cadres just want to get promoted. They're tired of being a platoon leader and want to be a deputy company commander or even a company commander. I tell you, it's no problem!"
"Everyone, remember this: our demonstration battalion's organization is subject to change before the designation is given. No one is born a company commander, and no one is inferior to anyone else. We all have one head on two shoulders. So, you're more intimidating than others?"
"Only the elites, only the strong, and only those who want to make progress remain here!"
"If you can't even run a five-kilometer cross-country race in 23 minutes, you won't even be a deserter when you're on the battlefield."
"Did you see the equipment parked at the artillery yard? That's standard equipment for the strong. If you can't complete the mission, you're only fit to light the fire, help the kitchen team peel potatoes, and just stand there and watch!"
"Is this the strength of you veterans?"
"Who wants to make a contribution? Who wants to wear a big red flower at the end of the year? Don't just think about it, grit your teeth and charge forward!"
Crazy!
The entire demonstration camp went completely crazy!
Since the equipment and personnel were transported here yesterday, Battalion Commander Chen has been sitting in the conference room all night.
I have been studying the subsequent training arrangements.
I originally thought that at the meeting at 5 o'clock today, Battalion Commander Chen would be able to provide some practical outlines for each company to implement.
Who would have thought.
There is no training outline at all.
As soon as the meeting started, Chen Mo seemed to be in a bad state and asked the entire battalion to tighten up and accelerate all work.
No matter whether you are from the usually idle personnel department, supply department, fire support department, or the college cadres in the general staff department who have been wearing glasses since graduation.
No matter whether you are a non-commissioned officer or an officer, no matter whether you are a lieutenant or a captain.
As long as they belong to the demonstration camp, except for the logistics cooking platoon, clerks and sentries.
Everyone in the battalion joined the morning exercise sequence.
Just this kind of behavior.
Chen Mo also said in a nice way that the demonstration camp needs to get moving and there must be a sense of urgency for all personnel to participate. Only in this way can the entire camp show vitality.
Only with vitality can there be a common goal, only with a common goal can there be cohesion, and only with cohesion can there be a sense of belonging.
In a word, the battalion commander has turned his back on everyone.
Except for some specific positions, everyone else has to exercise even if they have diarrhea and have diarrhea while running.
You still have to complete the five-kilometer 23-minute time!
At the beginning, the entire battalion gathered for drill at 5:30, and many veterans were unhappy.
Veterans are not new recruits and are not as obedient as they thought.
They were very clear about the training syllabus required by the military region. Even in the full-training units, no one was required to get up at 5:30 for exercises.
But after being yelled at by Chen Mo.
They also talked about the benefits of meritorious service, promotion, and advancement, and this really motivated many veterans.
Charge forward!
After all, things like getting up early and doing drills are actually empty talk and exist in every unit, but honor, achievement, and hope for advancement are real issues.
A major dares to hold a loudspeaker and shout in front of the entire battalion. It can't be that he is fooling people, right?
Honor drives people to make progress, and they start shouting early in the morning.
In the logistics company, Man Xuexi's black face almost turned into a white face.
He is not afraid of normal running. After all, he is a person who actively strives for improvement and rarely fails.
But the whole battalion is made up of veterans, so it would be difficult for him to cope if he had to fight for his life.
He saw that some of the veterans in his supply platoon had broken away from their leader and were competing with the newcomers from the reconnaissance company next door.
Lao Man raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his cheek, moved his feet, and ran to Liang Hongjie. When it comes to running, Lao Liang is also a veteran.
"Company Commander, I'm afraid the battalion commander is a little crazy today. Will the sudden increase in training make his style seem too exaggerated?"
"How dare you mention promotion and meritorious service so early in the morning? How are we going to get through this later? Training is a rigorous science, and you can't do that."
"Yan Yan, you idiot! If you have something to say, go talk to the scholar. There's no point in arguing with me."
Liang Hongjie ran out of breath and glanced at Man Xuexue: "Do you know where the scholar came from?"
"The reconnaissance company." Man Xuexue responded confidently.
"Yes, that's right." Liang Hongjie pointed at the team running in the front: "People from the reconnaissance company, how can they talk to you about rigor?"
"Look at you, Old Monkey. He's already jumping around to lead the team. Run! If you don't run, you won't be able to adapt to the new rules."
Finished.
Liang Hongjie exerted force on his feet and took a deep breath to speed himself up.
The last-in-first-out system is not very oppressive for newcomers, but for the old cadres in the demonstration camp, they know the temperament of the scholars too well.
This guy is inhumane when it comes to serious matters.
If you don't fight hard, you will be eliminated. There is no room for excuses.
However, Lao Liang had just started to exert his strength and had not run a few steps.
Man Xuexue caught up again and asked, "Captain, you just said you couldn't adapt to the new regulations. Does that mean the training arrangements will be even more stringent?"
"Lian, Lian, you're nothing, don't bother with me, I don't want to be the last one to be caught by the scholar."
Liang Hongjie pushed Lao Man away angrily and continued to lead the team to sprint.
Similar scenes kept happening in the team.
Whether they were newcomers or later cadres, they all started to compete with each other, and no one wanted to be left behind.
Chen Mo stood on the car and turned into a loudspeaker. He shouted as long as the team ran.
Just shout.
He also specifically arranged for Wang Jianyong to drive the car to the last row and keep an eye on the people who were left behind.
When he met soldiers, he would insult them openly or covertly, and when he met cadres, he would call out their names loudly, making many people so angry that their teeth itched and they cursed the dog scholar dozens of times in their hearts.
But there's no use scolding.
Chen Mo not only supervises, but occasionally he also picks up the backpack on the car and runs after the person at the end of the car with the weight on his back.
When he met a new person he didn't know, he would run side by side with the person, and Chen Mo would run as fast as the other person.
Until the newcomer couldn't bear it anymore and tried to shake him off, and a new last place appeared.
Chen Mo, carrying his backpack, went up again.
There's nothing much to say, I just hate you.
After more than twenty minutes of morning exercises, everyone in the camp had a new understanding of their battalion commander.
That's like an oversized dog-skin plaster that you can't get rid of no matter how hard you try.
If the team in front slowed down, he would take his car to the front and shout. If the people behind were too far behind, he would go to the back and keep them running.
After morning exercises.
In an open space five kilometers away from the West Campus, thousands of people collapsed on the ground, forming a dark mass of people that seemed to have no end in sight.
Even the instructor Fang Peijun looked like he had just been pulled out of the water. He was dragged, pulled, and pushed by three or four soldiers the whole way, and finally made it to the finish line.
No one from the instructor asked him to follow the drill. It was Fang Peijun himself who felt that since the demonstration battalion was going to fight for their lives, the political cadres must set an example.
He has to set an example and no one can stop him.
Looking at Fang Peijun lying on the ground, Chen Mo jumped out of the car and handed him his water bottle: "Wet your lips first, don't drink it, you can't keep up with this intensity."
"We have to give it a try." Lao Fang took the kettle and tried hard to sit up. After trying several times without success, he finally gave up and lay on the ground gasping for breath.
"try?"
"How do we try?" Chen Mo sat cross-legged on the ground, pulled a cigarette from his pocket, and lit one. A cold glint flashed in his eyes: "Morning exercises are just the beginning. I've already planned it. For at least the next week, excluding meals, cultural classes, tactical classes, and professional classes, the entire battalion must have eight hours of pure training every day."
"What?"
Fang Peijun, who was originally lying on the ground with a comfortable look, didn't even need help when he heard about the 8-hour training system.
He got up and coughed violently a few times, then stared at Chen Mo: "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Scholar, don't mess around."
"Aside from meals, academics, and tactical classes, how can you possibly have eight hours? You barely train in the morning, and your clock at home has eight hours in the afternoon?"
"There are also professional courses. What professional courses?" Fang Peijun was a little confused.
The things learned in the Non-commissioned Officer Academy are very diverse and basically of a popular nature. They talk about the future of informatization, needs, and multi-service skills.
Subtly changing the entire camp.
We usually talk about cultural courses and tactical courses, so why did a professional course suddenly pop up?
"nothing."
Chen Mo shook his head. Seeing that the instructor didn't want to drink the water, he took the kettle back, opened the lid and poured some water into it, then handed the lid to Fang Peijun.
He tilted his head back and drank the water bottle, guzzling it. He drank most of it before wiping his mouth and saying, "I've decided to cancel the lunch break and set up a special study group in the camp."
"The members are cadres from each company. During lunch breaks, these cadres will take turns teaching all the companies."
"First, it establishes the prestige of the cadres. Second, they must not read manuals every day in vain. They must not only be able to talk about military operations on paper, but also learn how to mentor and guide the soldiers, and teach them the thinking of informationized warfare and squadron operations."
"That's not a problem. You've been very thoughtful."
Fang Peijun thought about it for a while and didn't think there was any problem. The demonstration camp was full of new cadres, so cultivating prestige was definitely something that had to be considered.
Special study groups can also narrow the distance between cadres and soldiers, eliminate unfamiliarity, and strengthen relationships.
"If we ask the cadres to explain this, can they explain it clearly? Don't try to do it half-heartedly and end up wasting time." Fang Peijun was a little worried.
"It's not important." Chen Mo smiled. "Many things only sound difficult. If you truly understand them, you'll find that the so-called informatization and integration are just learning cutting-edge military theories."
"There's also the performance of each branch's main combat equipment, as well as their combat styles."
"This thing is not difficult. I can learn it, so why can't they?"
"It's simply that there are too many specialized categories. The military branches I served in before were too limited, so I don't understand these things. As long as I break away from some of the conventional combat concepts, there won't be any problems."
"Besides," Chen Mo pointed at the soldiers resting nearby and said, "Whether the cadres are good at teaching or not, the people who listen to the lectures will definitely compare them. They take turns teaching, but they keep repeating the same stuff over and over again every day."
"If I don't understand for one day, or two days, then I won't understand for ten days, or half a month, then there will definitely be progress, right?"
Fang Peijun thought about it seriously and felt that the arrangement Chen Mo had just mentioned made sense.
Apart from the fact that canceling lunch break was a bit of a violation, right now, their demonstration camp really had no better way to solve the problems that each team was familiar with.
At least, he himself had no other ideas.
"What about the eight hours of training?"
"According to your arrangement, the training time per day can only be compressed to three hours. Where does that leave eight hours?"
"Night training!" Chen Mo responded casually.
"Night training?"
When Fang Peijun heard this, he stood up from the ground with a whoosh as if he was sitting on a spring.
He stared with his eyes wide open and lowered his voice: "Are you sure, scholar?"
"After lunch break, there are only three hours of afternoon exercises."
"Aside from dinner time, you want the training to continue until twelve o'clock at night?"
"Even if we wait until 12 o'clock, after washing and brushing our teeth, it will be almost 1 o'clock by the time the lights are turned off. The cadres will get up at around 4 o'clock and gather for the meeting at 5 o'clock."
"The soldiers have to get up at 5:30, but you only let the entire battalion sleep four hours a day. What are you thinking?"
"What else?"
Chen Mo spread his hands, then turned around and glared at some soldiers who were looking over here because the instructor's movements were too big.
Many veterans who were resting saw the battalion commander looking at them and immediately turned their heads, pretending they saw nothing.
Even if some newcomers are not afraid, they will be reminded by the cadres next to them.
This dog scholar has a lot of tricks up his sleeve, and it is best not to have any leverage over him in the demonstration camp. This is the consensus of many cadres.
After all, the battalion commander in the eyes of cadres and the battalion commander in the eyes of soldiers are not the same person at all.
"I still feel a little sorry for it." Fang Peijun sat on the ground next to Chen Mo. "Doing this every day is too much. The officers and soldiers are working hard, and they will definitely complain later."
Complaints?
Chen Mo bared his teeth!
"Old Fang, you have to know that people feel light without pressure. Isn't it normal for soldiers to feel pressure?"
"Besides, believe it or not, even if everyone in the demonstration camp just lay in bed every day, doing nothing but eating and sleeping at set times, there would still be people who are dissatisfied."
Chen Mo knew very well what human nature was, that it would never be satisfied.
The whole battalion is fighting for their lives, why complain at this time?
"Between quickly improving combat power and gaining resentment, I think the former is more important."
"It's not like you weren't there at the meeting yesterday. Have you forgotten what the leader said?"
"No."
Fang Peijun grabbed the canteen and took a few gulps. "I'm worried that the soldiers' emotions might fluctuate too much, and the company leaders might not be able to control their morale."
"If other problems arise, it will be troublesome."
Hearing this, Chen Mo lit another cigarette.
"Old Fang, time waits for no one!"
"Since you dare to make such a plan, it means I have thought it through carefully. If the entire battalion cannot follow through, then it will be my personal incompetence."
"If a company loses control of its morale and its morale collapses, that's fine."
"A cadre without any ability, lacking even the most basic ability to lead troops, will only act recklessly on the battlefield in the future. Whether such a demonstration camp exists or not, and whether it is disbanded or not, it will not make much difference."
"Disbanding early will save us from worry."
"this"
Fang Peijun didn't expect that Chen Mo would make such a big decision.
It doesn't even matter whether there is a demonstration camp or not, but they dare to say such things.
It seems that he is really determined.
otherwise.
How could the commander of the Kyoto Demonstration Battalion, who was talked about behind the back by many cadres in the military region, and even in the entire military region, as the leader's "illegitimate son", "a general's son", and "a child of destiny", express his views in this way?
Regardless of whether these rumors are true or not, they at least show that Chen Mo's circumstances and status are envied by many people.
If someone who is so successful and so proud is not sure of himself.
Dare to say these words?
Fang Peijun fell silent.
He no longer tried to refute or correct it, because in the demonstration camp, no one could change Captain Chen's mind, not even the instructor.
Because the vast majority of the entire battalion, whether it is the chief of staff or other core cadres, have experienced the Blue Army Battalion period.
That was the Northwest Military Exercise, an absolute highlight moment.
People who have experienced it.
The trust in Captain Chen was almost ingrained in their bones, and there was no order that the group dared not carry out.
Fang Peijun began to consider how to cooperate and how to deal with the aftermath.
How to ensure that the entire camp does not collapse.
Maybe Chen Mo also felt that his conversation was a bit too tough.
He stood up with a smile, raised his hand and patted Fang Peijun on the shoulder: "Old Fang, we don't have time."
"If you really can't bear it and can't get over it, I have experience. If you don't watch it or get involved, you won't feel any heartache."
"As long as you don't see the hard work and fatigue of your comrades, you will naturally feel more at ease."
"It won't take long. Give me three months, and the Kyoto Demonstration Camp will be completely transformed."
Chen Mo was comforting her.
Fang Peijun suddenly stood up from the ground with a "whoosh", glared at Chen Mo, turned around and left.
Walk towards the college.
This scene actually made Chen Mo stunned: "No, Lao Fang, are you really not going to care?"
Hear the noise.
Fang Peijun had walked out more than ten steps when he stopped abruptly. He raised his leg with an angry look on his face, took off his military boots, and threw them at Chen Mo with a "whoosh".
The distance was a bit far, so it didn't hit us.
Lao Fang panted heavily, glared and cursed: "You damn scholar, I've been in the demonstration camp for a short time, but that doesn't mean I'm not a member of the demonstration camp."
"If you want to make trouble, I'll accompany you. It's just three months!"
"The worst that can happen is I just take off this military uniform."
"But don't you think about this? Can this be done without an instructor? Do you want to tire me to death?"
"The Military Region Political Department has already told us to send someone there to study for a week and then return to serve as an instructor."
"I've picked a date, today, to select eight cadres to go to the Political Department for training."
Finished.
Without waiting for Chen Mo to react, Fang Peijun walked towards the academy with one foot deep and one foot shallow.
The figure is both lonely and thin!
The battalion commander and the instructor had a quarrel. This is big news.
Everyone else was watching the excitement in a daze, no one dared to step forward to ask questions, only Man Xuexi came running over and gave a thumbs up on the spot: "Excellent, Captain."
"After you had such a quarrel with the instructor, the brothers in the camp will all know that there is a mission from above and will understand."
"That's a great idea! Why didn't I think of doing this double act?"
"I'll sing your sister!!"
Chen Mo was feeling touched when a big black face came towards him, completely ruining the atmosphere.
He was so angry that he kicked Manxuexi and pointed at the shoes on the ground: "Pick them up and take them to the instructor."
"Damn, what a clueless guy."
"The instructor is walking back, and you son of a bitch, follow him. If you're a step slower, I'll kill you."
"I still have a role to play?"
Lao Man looked surprised. He raised his hand and patted the place where he was kicked by the battalion commander. He bent down to pick up his shoes, took big strides and chased Fang Peijun.
"Instructor, I'm also from the Demonstration Camp. Although I came late, I'm in the same trench as you!!"
This guy still thinks it's a double act.
He entered the role very actively.
Chen Mo was speechless. It seemed that he had acted out the argument too much. Even the cadres below were unwilling to believe that there was really a dispute just now.
"You, drive to see the instructor off."
Chen Mo waved at Wang Jianyong, then put his hands on his hips and looked towards the direction of the academy.
This was originally just a small episode.
But the instructor was so angry that he left, and the battalion commander stood there with his hands on his hips, looking murderous.
Who of the soldiers resting at the back can rest comfortably?
No need to wait for reminders.
One by one, they stood up, stretched their limbs, and prepared to return.
Compared to staying in front of the angry battalion commander, running makes people feel more at ease.
. . . . . . . .
morning.
The cadres who had been tossed around originally thought that both new and old students would be sent to the East Campus to study cultural courses.
When they can relax a little.
Chen Mo came again with his hands behind his back.
This guy, when he came, it was like a hungry wolf jumping into a rabbit hole, and a group of people were trembling.
Chen Mo first announced the arrangements for the special study group, and then collected all the instruction manuals of all the tanks from each company.
He personally supervised this group of cadres, who brought their stools and sat on the open space outside the artillery field, reading and reciting aloud.
The tank was not delivered to them as a novelty, and the instruction manual was not very useful. Compared with actual operation, it was still far from enough to memorize this thing.
But as a cadre, especially in the future, I have to break up the company's existing organization and turn it into a squad size.
Even if you don't need to know the performance of all tanks, you should at least be clear about the structure of some equipment, right?
For example, how many people can it carry, where is the power compartment, which side is the cockpit, how to get into the combat compartment, and what is the layout of the crew compartment.
You need to know all these basic things.
In order to facilitate supervision, Chen Mo even moved an office desk into the vehicle and artillery field.
Sitting there staring at these cadres.
This made the group of people miserable. They looked at each other in private, and no one dared to complain.
What to do?
Just endure it!
This is only the first day!
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