Chapter 52: The end of physical training week, this is no small matter
Chen Mo was quite skilled at packing his backpack. In no time, he had finished packing it, making himself look like an ancient candidate going to the capital to take an imperial examination.
He waved at Lao Pao with the timer in his hand and said in a low voice: "Squad leader, I'm going to the training ground first."
"You sleep a little longer."
"hold head high!"
Lao Pao responded and looked up at Chen Mo as he walked out of the dormitory.
It was a long while before he suddenly seemed to react. He grabbed the military cap next to the pillow and put it on his head, then put on his pants while cursing.
"I'll sleep a little longer. I can sleep well. How could I have met such a fool?"
Lao Pao got up while muttering. He had no intention of interfering with Chen Mo's early morning exercise.
But at least we have to make sure that the new recruits in the class are really going out for individual training.
Wait for Chen Mo to go downstairs.
The veteran who was on duty at the entrance of the corridor saw him and had the same look on his face: "Scholar, what are you doing with your backpack again?"
"Hello, squad leader."
Chen Mo said hello and turned into the toilet on the first floor in front of the shocked old soldier's eyes.
Just when the sentry on duty was wondering whether the scholar was so tired that he fell asleep without taking off his clothes or unpacking his backpack, Chen Mo came out of the toilet.
He nodded to the veteran in a familiar manner: "Squad leader, I'm going to training."
"Uh, go ahead."
The sentry hadn't realized what was happening yet and was interacting with Chen Mo in a daze.
When he remembered the rule that new recruits could not go downstairs alone and was about to chase after him, Lao Pao also went downstairs.
"Old squad leader, the scholar in your class..." The sentry pointed in the direction Chen Mo left.
It's not that he's slow to react.
The main reason was that the veterans in the entire second company of recruits subconsciously did not treat Xiucai as a recruit, otherwise they would have scolded him long ago.
"Stand your post."
Lao Pao glanced at the sentry and said, "Go back and tell the duty officers that Chen Mo doesn't need an old soldier to accompany him downstairs at night. Just don't block him from training."
"yes."
The sentry straightened his body. He already understood what was going on. Looking at the two soldiers, one new and one old, running towards the training ground one after another, the sentry couldn't help but sigh.
The company commander is right. This guy is not a scholar at all. Even if he is, he should be called Wu Xiucai.
Otherwise, who would dare to train themselves like this?
As for Chen Mo, he arrived at the training ground with great enthusiasm, fiddling with the timer in his hand and getting ready to start running.
Only then did he realize that his own condition was far from as optimistic as he had thought.
My legs were so stiff that I couldn't take big steps. My abdomen was aching slightly, and I couldn't even turn my neck.
When the whole person runs, it's like commanding a body that was put together temporarily.
The legs, feet and limbs coordinate with each other, each with its own ideas.
But Chen Mo did not retreat. He gritted his teeth and limped away into the night.
He didn't intend to practice extra at night to show off to anyone. If he wanted to improve and win more honors, he had to work harder than others.
Otherwise, how could he be better than others? And how could he stand out among so many new recruits?
Chen Mo already has a goal. Not only does he want to compare his full-body performance with Lao Pao, he also plans to compare all future subjects with the class monitor during his peak period.
Otherwise, it would be a waste of time to follow such a great squad leader.
Lao Pao stood in the distance, watching Chen Mo's figure disappear little by little in the darkness. He stopped there and waited until Chen Mo ran a circle and came back into his sight.
This cycle repeated itself over and over again. Chen Mo ran for half an hour and Lao Pao watched for half an hour.
Neither interfere nor leave.
Lao Pao has been in the army for more than ten years. He has led at least eight hundred soldiers, if not a thousand.
He has seen many different types of people, including talented, untalented, hard-working, slacking, and mediocre.
Chen Mo is definitely not the most talented recruit that Lao Pao has ever seen, and he is not even the most hardworking one.
But this is definitely the most special soldier, and his specialness is reflected in his resilience and unwillingness to admit defeat.
And on the mouth.
It is not a skill to bring out results from a talented soldier, or to make a soldier who works the hardest become outstanding.
Because this kind of soldiers is the same no matter who leads them.
Lao Pao also thought that Chen Mo was this type at first, but seeing that his running pace had been reduced to eight minutes, this speed was faster than running, even crawling was faster than this.
Although Chen Mo felt that he was the only one in the entire training ground and there was no one supervising him at all.
He was able to complete the run one lap after another stubbornly without being lazy, and he didn't forget to keep an eye on the timer while running.
Don’t be discouraged by poor performance, don’t be disturbed by the environment, just pursue your goal.
The veteran knew that this was a truly good seedling, but this kind of seedling could not be trained using conventional methods.
He doesn't need verbal encouragement, nor does he need occasional guidance. What Chen Mo really needs are mountains standing in front of him for him to climb over.
In other words, what these soldiers need is only pressure. Only with constant pressure can they create a brighter light.
After thinking it through.
Lao Pao turned his wrist and quietly left the training ground.
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The years in the military camp are like the passing of time, and the day ends when the sun sets and the flag is lowered.
Time quickly came to January 5, 1999, the first day after the physical training week.
During the five days of physical fitness week, except for the first day, the recruits in each class were still a little active, complaining about being tired and in pain.
Starting from the second day, the entire recruit company spoke in a voice as soft as the buzzing of mosquitoes, and there were no more noisy noises from recruits in each class.
There was only the sound of the old soldier shouting loudly.
The reason for speaking in a low voice is that they are too tired and have no strength to speak. In addition, the physical training is too continuous, so many recruits breathe with their mouths open.
The moisture in my throat disappeared and I couldn't speak at all.
In short, these few days were the most tiring and embarrassing period for all the recruits in the 7th Armored Brigade.
Not to mention being tired, I was trained too hard.
As for embarrassment, it really made many recruits suffer.
Since they fall asleep as soon as they hit the bed every day and only come back to life when the whistle blows, the first thing the new recruits do when they wake up is not to tidy up their rooms or to get up for assembly.
Instead, they would get up one by one and touch the quilt or bedding first. If they found bedwetting, they would carry the quilt or bedding to the clothes drying yard and hang it on a rope to dry.
There's nothing I can do.
I was so tired that even if I wanted to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, my body's instinctive warnings were useless.
It’s okay if you pee less, at most you can just draw a small map.
The amount was so large that half of the quilt could be soaked. Every time I got up, I felt nervous as if I was going through a tribulation.
Look, it’s 6:30 in the morning on the 5th.
When the duty officer's whistle sounded in the corridor, the sound of shouting "Get up" came into the dormitory.
Lao Pao climbed out of bed and knocked on the iron bar at the head of his bed with a hardwood board in his hand.
He said loudly: "Everyone get up, the physical training week is over. Today's wake-up time is delayed by one hour, and there will be no exercise."
"We have half a day off in the morning to rest."
"Everyone, take a look at your bedding. If you need to hang it out to dry, grab it now."
"Don't waste time."
Lao Pao shouted a few times, then stretched his head to look at Chen Mo's bed. It was still empty, so he didn't care.
In recent days, Chen Mo has been getting up early to train. It is not limited to running. Sometimes he also practices parallel bars and other things to practice arm strength.
The veterans are used to it.
He got up and tidied the quilt here, while Yang Dali, Zhu Gaituan and Li Zhiang in the class were blushing and holding their quilts, ready to go out.
Originally, after the physical training week, we could rest for half a day, which was definitely good news for the recruits.
But just as Yang Dali came out with the quilt, he saw a group of people gathered at the door of Class 7, including Chen Mo who had just returned from exercise.
Yang Dali approached suspiciously, extended his elbow and poked Chen Mo, saying, "Deputy Class Leader, what's going on in Class 7? Why is it so noisy?"
"I don't know." Chen Mo shook his head: "It sounds like a new recruit in the class is missing."
"They just came back from searching the bathroom, toilets, and the camp downstairs."
Although Chen Mo responded in a relaxed manner, his expression was quite solemn.
It’s no small matter if a new recruit can’t find anyone.
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