Chapter 64 Damn it, you are my hell
"Well, your Second Company is quite lively."
From He Guofeng's expression, it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry, but just this simple comment.
Cheng Dong and Huo Linshan, who had just arrived, stood there with their hearts in their throats.
Don't think that Cheng Dong is always dissatisfied with anyone.
Every time he appeared in the company, he had a defiant look on his face and a voice as loud as a gong. He was very arrogant in front of company-level cadres and even the battalion commander.
But when he saw the political commissar of the headquarters, a fellow townsman who was not much older than him, Old Cheng felt completely insecure.
You have to be wilted when you should be wilted.
If nothing else, the fact that He Guofeng joined the army in 1976 and participated in the counterattack in 1979 and was baptized by war would make Cheng Dong not dare to attack him.
Speaking of He Guofeng, he is a legendary figure.
In 1976, because he wanted to join the army, he ran to a military camp near his hometown, stole a military uniform, and hid in the logistics unit for three days before he was caught.
In the same year, he joined the army and was assigned to the 127th Division of the 43rd Army. In 1979, he went to the battlefield with the troops.
In the 1980s, due to multiple adjustments and combat sequence planning in the 43rd Army, He Guofeng was transferred to the 65th Army. Less than three years later, in 1985, he was merged into the 69th Army along with the 65th Army.
After staying in the 69th Army for only a few days, he was transferred to the 28th Army again.
Now it has been merged into the 63rd Army along with the 28th Army.
Political Commissar He has been in the army for more than 20 years and has been assigned to many units, always following the policies.
I could spend a whole day and night just sitting there talking about the units I've worked in and the positions I've held without repeating myself.
Who would dare to explode in front of such a political commissar?
He is really tired of living. Anyway, Cheng Dong is quite honest.
"What are you doing here?"
He Guofeng looked up and gestured at the crowds gathered in the distance, and asked.
"Report."
Cheng Dong puffed out his chest and said with a cautious smile: "It was Zhou Yongjie competing with the new recruits."
"Oh, this is new."
He Guofeng couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, "It's been a few years since I've heard of this veteran of ours competing with such a fierce opponent."
"Let's go and take a look."
As he spoke, He Guofeng was more excited than the others. He strode around the two people standing in front of him and walked straight towards the runway.
It seems that the political commissar is going to join in the fun.
Cheng Dong was stunned for a moment, and after he came to his senses, he glanced at Wang Fuqi who was standing next to him, with an expression comparable to the face-changing in Sichuan Opera.
In a flash, he smoothly adjusted from being cautious to being disgusted.
Although the chief of military affairs is a battalion-level cadre, Lao Cheng is not afraid of him at all.
no way.
Who caused the frequent conflicts between the reconnaissance company and the patrol team of the military affairs department?
Although there are few occasions when they get really angry, most of the time they argue just for the sake of face.
But these two leaders still dislike each other as much as they should.
The two men joined the army at the same time, but Wang Fuqi had a slightly higher level of education. When the volunteer soldier was converted to an officer, he was given priority, three years earlier than Lao Cheng.
The reconnaissance company is stationed near Kuchi Village under Taocun Town, while the military affairs department's patrol team is located at the brigade headquarters in Hedong City.
Tao Village is a town in the Hedong Salt Lake District, not far from the city. The patrol team often goes to the Kuchi intersection to perform duty.
During his time on duty, he was often beaten by the reconnaissance company.
In return, whenever the reconnaissance company goes out for training or on-site training, the patrol team is always there to help maintain discipline.
The two units are old enemies.
The two men glared at each other, then snorted coldly. One walked on the left side of the political commissar, and the other walked on the right side of the political commissar, ignoring each other.
Following He Guofeng's footsteps, we came to where the crowd gathered.
at this time.
Chen Mo on the track was experiencing the most painful stage. His legs were numb, his chest was stuffy, and he felt like he was dragging a mountain when he ran.
The backpack on his back became heavier and heavier, and the pain from the backpack strap digging into his bones was constantly irritating his nerves.
The sweat from his body flowed onto the wound on his leg, stinging Chen Mo so much that the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
If anyone else had persisted to this extent, they would have given up long ago.
After all, when comparing yourself with your squad leader, you have to pay whatever you want. It's not shameful to lose, but if you win, you probably won't get any good results.
What's the point?
But Chen Mo didn't think so. He was very stubborn.
But I just enjoy all of this, and every time I am about to give up.
He turned his head to look at Lao Pao who was a few meters away from him. He had just been strolling leisurely, but now his face was flushed.
Lao Pao’s physical exhaustion is Chen Mo’s biggest motivation.
Every time he observed Lao Pao, Chen Mo's confidence was like a dry sponge, desperately absorbing all the water he could touch.
Keep pushing yourself to take steps.
Seventeen laps. Eighteen laps.
Most of the new recruits around were staring at Chen Mo's figure, secretly cheering him on. Looking at his posture, they all wanted to rush onto the field and take over for a while.
But the veterans' reactions were completely different.
They have been working in the army for many years, and what really touched these veterans was never the grand scenes, the neat formations, or the passionate sprints.
But it’s these ordinary realities on the training ground.
Because all veterans have experienced this kind of process, where they grit their teeth and fight hard to kill the opposing squad, a certain person, or a certain company.
Just wanting to win for the team, similar feelings are the most unforgettable for veterans.
He Guofeng stared at the figure on the runway for a moment, then looked at the recruits around him who were all focusing their attention on the runway.
After a long pause, he finally said, "That new comrade who's competing with the old gun is the scholar, right?"
"Yes, Commissar, that's him."
Cheng Dong nodded quickly. The nickname "scholar" was just something the political commissar said casually, but Cheng Dong, a rough guy, got used to it.
"Not bad, but it's still far behind the old guns."
He Guofeng shook his head slightly.
His words also received the approval of Cheng Dong and Huo Linshan.
After all, anyone could see that the old gunner had only completed his warm-up after running the first five kilometers, and it was unknown how he could have stayed in the 7th Tank Division for so many years.
He is recognized as the strongest individual soldier in the entire unit, and that’s no joke.
As a new recruit, Chen Mo's competitive spirit is commendable, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that in order to take care of the new recruit's self-esteem, the veteran didn't put in any effort at all.
Otherwise, with his physical fitness, he could have defeated all the new recruits with a cigarette in his mouth the whole time, and even taken away many veterans from various companies.
This is the confidence and strength of the old reconnaissance expert.
"Go, announce the end of the competition and ask the scholar to come over."
"yes!!"
Cheng Dong responded, but didn't dare to ask anyone else to run errands. He rushed to the track, grabbed Chen Mo who was still holding on, and left.
"Hey! Hey?"
"Company commander, I'm running." Chen Mo just felt that his body had adapted to this intensity, and the discomfort all over his body was relieved.
Cheng Dong pulled him off the road.
"Run away! The political commissar is here to see you."
Cheng Dong whispered unhappily, "Do you know who the political commissar is? He's the commander of our 7th Armored Brigade. Just remember that he was the one who let you join the army."
"Stop talking so much later. Just say whatever I tell you to say. Don't be like you used to, spouting all that nonsense, okay?"
"Yes, Captain!"
Knowing that it was the brigade commander coming, Chen Mo also began to pay attention to his image.
Even though he was so tired that it was difficult for him to even lift his hand, he still shook off Cheng Dong's hand and straightened his military uniform.
All the people who were running were dragged away.
Following the direction Cheng Dong and Chen Mo left, everyone discovered that the political commissar of the headquarters had arrived at the training ground at some point.
My goodness, the political commissar is not as kind as the company instructor or the camp political instructor.
When he was the political director of the 7th Tank Division, he dared to slam the table and glare at many cadres in the division.
The adjective "can't make sense, but knows a little bit about fighting" was tailor-made for the political commissar of their Seventh Brigade.
Many cadres, like Cheng Dong, felt frightened when they saw him.
It only takes a blink of an eye.
The veterans from the first, third, and fourth companies, including the motor vehicle company, anti-aircraft artillery battalion, and the training team who came to join in the fun were scattered.
Several new recruits from Class 8 who were originally confused in the distance, saw the deputy squad leader being taken away, and they gathered over out of loyalty.
"Hello, Political Commissar!!"
Chen Mo strode up to He Guofeng, stood at attention, and raised his hand to salute.
"Hello."
Faced with the salute from the new comrade, He Guofeng did not choose to ignore it, but raised his hand to return the salute.
Looking at the new recruit in front of him, except for his bright eyes, he looked really miserable in other aspects.
His hat was tilted, and his face was covered in dust and sweat, making him look like a clown.
There were several holes in the camouflage at the elbows and hips. Compared with other recruits, Chen Mo's appearance was really in vain.
Huo Linshan was standing nearby and felt a little embarrassed when he saw Yang Dali and the others running over.
Old Huo waved hurriedly: "Come on, come on, line up."
"Political Commissar, these comrades are all soldiers led by Lao Pao. They are from the eighth squad just like Chen Mo."
Originally, Huo Linshan introduced it this way to ease the embarrassment of Chen Mo's poor military appearance, and he was also worried that the new recruits would not understand what was going on.
Talking nonsense from the side.
But no one expected that when Yang Dali and the others rushed up and heard the unfamiliar title of "Political Commissar", and saw that He Guofeng had several stars on his shoulders.
Yang Dali and Feng Junling were so shocked that they forgot what to do. They nodded in unison and said, "Hello, Political Commissar."
Huo Linshan: ???!!!
Cheng Dong:!!!!!!!!!?
My goodness, that one action almost made two captains of the second company of recruits run away on the spot.
I was so scared that the hairs on my back stood up.
Even the old veteran who was walking behind was breathless. This bastard almost killed two company commanders and an old soldier the moment he came up.
"Hehe."
"Hello." He Guofeng smiled faintly and glanced at Cheng Dong and Huo Linshan.
He naturally saw that the new recruits in Class 8 were nervous. Otherwise, based on what happened just now, he would have withdrawn the two people from the task of leading the new recruits on the spot.
By the way, the two cadres will also undergo ideological investigation.
"Not bad, you're still quite energetic."
After greeting the other recruits, He Guofeng looked at Chen Mo again.
But Cheng Dong, Huo Linshan and Lao Pao who were standing nearby moved their feet in unison and stood in front of the queue of new recruits of Class 8.
The main reason is that I'm afraid. If I say a few more words that I shouldn't, the mission of the reconnaissance company and the new recruits will probably be completely aborted from now on.
In just this short while, Cheng Dong cursed Yang Dali at least eight hundred times in his heart.
He Guofeng didn't pay attention to the situation of the new recruits in Class 8. He stared at Chen Mo for a long time before nodding and smiling: "It does look alike."
"Sir, who do I look like?"
Chen Mo puffed out his chest. He did not follow Captain Cheng's advice. The idea of talking less was non-existent.
I finally met the political commissar of the brigade headquarters, so shouldn’t I leave a deep impression on him?
Since you joined the army with the approval of the person in front of you, you should get closer to him. If a soldier doesn't know how to fight, then he is not a good soldier.
"Ha ha."
He Guofeng probably didn't expect the new recruit in front of him to be so straightforward. He laughed twice and shook his head slightly: "Knowing people is a strange thing. Some people understand it, and some people don't."
"Don't play dumb, kid. I can tell from your eyes that you know what I'm talking about."
"Train well. I think people never make mistakes. If you can't achieve results, it's because Captain Cheng didn't supervise you properly."
"Okay, I won't delay your training anymore."
"After you've completed your recruit training and been assigned to a unit, when you've truly become a soldier, come to headquarters. I have some questions for you."
He Guofeng smiled and patted Chen Mo's shoulder.
He glanced at Cheng Dong.
Then he turned and left.
I watched the political commissar come and go inexplicably, without asking my name or telling me about joining the army.
Chen Mo was also a little confused.
While the company commander, instructor, and veteran were all there to see off the political commissar.
Yang Dali and a few others took the time to run to Chen Mo.
"Squad Vice-President, that political commissar or something, do you know him?"
"Yeah, I guess we know each other." Chen Mo responded casually, and then he said with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "Brothers, are you ready to face the storm?"
"What, what the hell is a storm?"
Feng Junling looked confused, and so did the people from Class 8 next to him.
But soon, they were no longer confused.
Cheng Dong, who had just returned from sending the political commissar back, was running towards the place where several people were standing at the speed of a 100-meter sprint.
He looked like a mad bull, his eyes were red. He had never been so angry since Lu Jun lost.
When he was more than 20 meters away from Class 8, Cheng Dong bent down, picked up a stone, and threw it hard at the crowd.
"Fuck you, you are my hell."
Fortunately, Chen Mo was prepared and moved to the side very swiftly.
Although Yang Dali and the others didn't understand what was going on, seeing the company commander's expression, who wouldn't be on guard?
Fortunately, the stone egg didn't hit anyone.
"Class 8, you don't need to practice tactical movements anymore. Go back and memorize the housekeeping regulations."
"I'll do a random check tonight. If anyone gets a word wrong, I'll kill you all."
Lao Pao, who was following behind Cheng Dong, didn't come up to him, but he kept gesturing, indicating that the class should leave the training ground first.
Chen Mo bared his teeth and hurriedly gathered around the classmates to run.
At this time, the company commander was very angry and they couldn't afford to offend him. Yang Dali and others also found that something was wrong.
He ran so smoothly.
Fortunately, when Lao Pao was selecting soldiers, he chose the troublemakers, most of whom were carefree people. Otherwise, they would have been scared to death by this scene.
Chen Mo and the others had just run a few meters.
Cheng Dong shouted from behind: "Scholar, stop, what are you running for?"
As he was speaking, Captain Cheng walked up to Chen Mo with an angry face.
"You don't have to go back. If you don't practice well, I will be held responsible."
"Take off your backpack and have Lao Pao take it back to the dormitory. You, what? Go practice with Class 7 first."
"Fix it properly, don't embarrass me."
Cheng Dong seemed to be really angry. He personally took off Chen Mo's backpack, held it in his hand, and casually pointed to the location of Class 7.
Seeing Lao Pao nod after following him, Chen Mo turned around and left.
I noticed that the company commander and the squad leader were both sneaking around, following the new recruits from Class 8 towards the dormitory building.
Chen Mo couldn't help but sigh to the sky.
At this time, there was nothing he could do except observe two seconds of silence for his brothers in Class 8.
In front of the political commissar of the brigade headquarters, he did not stand at attention or salute, but instead nodded and bowed to greet him.
The fact that Cheng Dong was not knocked out on the spot was a sign of his toughness.
Strictly speaking, ideological education should take precedence over physical training.
Chen Mo has many acquaintances in Class 7, such as the deputy squad leader Wang Yingjie, and Lu Jun, who single-handedly organized the entire Second Company of Recruits for a week.
They are all from Class 7.
"Come on, come on, scholar, train with our class first."
Wang Jianyong, the squad leader of Class 7, greeted them warmly, and his attitude was quite cordial.
“Hello, squad leader!!”
Chen Mo walked to the gathering place of Class 7 and stood at attention.
"Well, you're welcome. Now you're one of us."
Wang Jianyong chuckled and raised his hand to help Chen Mo put on his military cap. He stroked his chin and looked at him like a beautiful girl. He glanced at her several times and said, "Your elbows and legs are all broken."
"Let's practice crawling tactics after the wounds have scabbed over."
"The 400-meter track is empty, so I plan to take Class 7 over there and give it a try."
"Can you do it?"
"Sure, squad leader."
Chen Mo responded without hesitation.
"Then let's go."
After saying that, Wang Jianyong led the way, and deputy squad leader Wang Yingjie organized the team and led the curious recruits from Class 7 to the 400-meter obstacle course.
Along the way, the new recruits of Class 7 all had a hint of excitement on their faces.
They had just been exhausted by the crawling tactics, which involved crawling on the ground. Now, everyone was obviously still very interested in the new subject.
Little did they know that the real nightmare was these 400 meters.
However, the name contains the unit of measurement "four hundred meters", which sounds too confusing.
The obstacle course is similar to what Wang Jianyong said. There are a total of nine courses for the 400-meter company and platoon race in the Taocun military camp.
It is located in the northwest corner of the training ground.
Compared to the lively atmosphere on the grass in the distance, where various classes are still practicing climbing tactics, only Class 7 has brought people here.
Military green wooden barriers covered in dust are neatly arranged on the field.
A strong wind blew, raising dust all over the sky, and there was a feeling of desolation.
"Pooh."
Wang Jianyong spat out the dirt in his mouth, pointed at the ground and said, "See these wooden planks and bars?"
"This is the 400-meter obstacle course, which is also the one our soldiers encounter the most and is the most challenging."
"The passing score for the 400-meter steeplechase is 1 minute 45 seconds, and the excellent score is 1 minute 30 seconds."
"Don't think this result is easy. If you want to reach the standard, it will require you to spend a lot of time and energy practicing."
"Well, let me demonstrate it first, and you all just follow the key points."
"Scholar, you should also learn a little bit, this is quite difficult."
"yes."
Chen Mo turned his head to look at the field next to him. He pursed his lips and said nothing more.
But in his heart, he actually did not agree with Wang Jianyong's statement. There was currently no ladder for the 400-meter obstacle course.
I have the impression that obstacle running with ladders didn't become popular until 2001.
This old-fashioned one isn't too challenging.
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