Chapter 65: It’s Really Hard to Be a Squad Leader
"Come closer, what can you see standing so far away?"
Wang Jianyong took a few steps forward and noticed that the new recruits in his class were still standing there. He said angrily, "Wait, everyone, see clearly. I'll only demonstrate once."
"Watch my every move carefully. Overcoming the obstacle is not as easy as you think."
"Do you know this subject? Why is it called the 400-meter obstacle course?"
Wang Jianyong rolled up his sleeves and glanced at Chen Mo. Seeing that no one said anything, he spoke in a scientifically informed tone, "Currently, the effective range of all standard rifles deployed by all armies in the world is within 400 meters."
"If you're on the battlefield and encounter the enemy at close range, within 400 meters, it's extremely dangerous. Obstacle courses train you to find or climb over cover in the shortest possible time to minimize casualties."
"Do you all understand what's going on?"
After Wang Jianyong finished his introduction, he walked to the starting line alone and got into position without caring about the reactions of the new recruits in the class.
Chen Mo stood on one side, staring blankly at the obstacle course.
Even after more than 20 years, he still felt emotional when he saw this old-fashioned venue again.
To be honest,
Sometimes it wasn’t really his own fault that he was training here, but the training intensity of the 7th Armored Brigade was too low.
Compared with the 82nd Brigade in the previous life, it is more than one level lower.
The physical fitness week stipulates that the daily running distance is 30 kilometers, and 10 kilometers are walking. If Chen Mo's impression is correct, the physical fitness week requires intermittent running throughout the day, and 50 kilometers are required to meet the target.
Five kilometers and ten kilometers are divided into different time periods, and I can do it seven or eight times a day. If I am not focused, I will easily fall asleep while running.
There is also this kind of obstacle course running. When Chen Mo was in the Iron Foot Company, he ran while carrying a Type 82 recoilless rifle.
There was no exception when I was a new recruit. Just because of a word from the company commander, whoever could carry a gun and run 400 meters within the passing time would be appointed as deputy squad leader of the next company, and whoever could carry a gun and run with excellent results would be appointed as squad leader directly.
In a word, it boosted the enthusiasm of all the recruits in the company.
In comparison, the 7th Brigade is indeed much more moderate.
But this is normal. When comparing the physical fitness of armored infantry with motorized infantry, it is indeed a bit lacking.
"What are you thinking about, scholar? Follow and learn."
When Chen Mo was staring at the venue intently, Wang Yingjie, the deputy class leader of Class 7, poked him with his elbow and asked him to look at the venue.
Because he was too distracted, Chen Mo didn't notice when Wang Jianyong started running.
Although it was just a demonstration, Class 7's squad leader Wang did not hold back at all.
He bent his body and continued to exert force on his feet, sprinting forward. Perhaps he knew that the new recruits he led were watching him from behind.
To set a good example.
In the first 100 meters sprint, Lao Wang put all his strength into it. When the sprint was over, his figure easily bypassed the turning pole like a civet cat, stepped over the stakes in three steps, flew over the trench, and flew over the low wall.
The new recruits from Class 7, who were originally standing in front of them and learning seriously, climbed up the horizontal ladder easily with their hands as their squad leader's movements became more and more gorgeous, and then jumped off the high diving platform.
The expressions of the new recruits changed from calm at the beginning to tense faces and clenched fists.
For them, this kind of large-scale climbing training is much more fun than housework, tactical climbing, and running during drills.
Especially when he saw his squad leader climbing up the high wall, he grabbed it with both hands, flipped his body in the air, and slid down with his back against the wall.
There were even bursts of cheers from the crowd.
Chen Mo did not cheer, but kept his eyes fixed on Wang Jianyong's actions.
We can roughly figure out that the monitor of Class 7's 400-meter obstacle race result should be below excellent but above passing.
After all, although Lao Wang's movements were gorgeous and he didn't make any mistakes, he lacked that kind of fierce momentum overall.
You know, if you want to get a good result with this thing, you almost have to hold your breath, and you will feel like you are going to die in the next second after running the whole time.
If you don't work so hard, your grades usually won't be very good.
Wait for the return trip back to the starting point.
Wang Jianyong's face was pale and his lips were almost bloodless, but at least he still had some strength left, and he took several breaths in succession.
He straightened up and said, "This training is the most physically demanding, so if you want to reach my level, you have to practice more and run more."
"Physical fitness week requires you to increase your training volume every day to lay the foundation for tactical week."
"Alright, we just started today. You can try practicing later. We'll make time to practice every day during tactics week."
"Scholar, if you want to try, you can try it."
"yes!"
He didn't know whether it was because he was an outsider and the squad leader was deliberately restrained, or because of Lu Jun, but Chen Mo always felt that the squad leader of Class 7 spoke very kindly.
Any training will be demonstrated in person.
Unlike the old hands, they are always asked to recall the Little Red Book. Even last week, when they were practicing basic queues, there were many movements, and Yang Dali and his classmates had to go to other classes to watch and learn from others before they could understand the key points.
It's really lazy to the extreme.
"Well, go and study it on your own. Anyone who wants to try it can give it a try."
After Wang Jianyong recovered from his rest, he called Wang Yingjie next to him, and they both sat on the ground, blocking the wind for each other and lighting cigarettes.
Sitting there smoking.
By the way, send the new recruits to study on their own.
Chen Mo was not polite, but before he went to the obstacle course, he subconsciously turned his head to look at the two dormitory buildings in the distance.
I don’t know if it’s my own illusion.
I could always faintly hear the howling of Yang Dali, Feng Junling and others.
It shouldn't be like that.
The northwest corner of the training ground is about seven or eight hundred meters away from the dormitory building, and the strong wind blows from time to time.
Even if you howl, it shouldn't be heard.
Chen Mo shook his head and didn't take it seriously.
He followed the new recruits from Class 7, strolling around and studying the obstacles to pass the time.
"Scholar, I heard that you were the one who found me?"
A group of people were staring at the high diving platform and measuring its height. One of them, a thin recruit with sunken eyes, who looked like a malnourished recruit, lowered his voice and stood in front of Chen Mo and asked.
Chen Mo knew this man, it was Lu Jun. When he was a new recruit, he was scolded a lot.
The students from Class 8 often squat at the door and listen.
"I guess so."
Chen Mo nodded. There was no impulse or hatred in his eyes when he looked at Lu Jun.
Suddenly I remembered what the political commissar of the brigade headquarters said before: knowing people is a strange thing. Some people understand it, and some people don’t.
He felt that he should be considered to know a little bit, and Lu Jun looked like an honest man, not the cunning type.
Perhaps noticing Chen Mo staring at him, Lu Jun quickly waved his hand: "Don't get me wrong, I just want to say a few words to you."
"Nothing else."
"I wish I could be like you, praised by the company commander and the squad leader."
"I can't do it. I get scolded all the time and I often miss home."
Holy crap!!
Chen Mo himself had been a squad leader, and what he feared most was people like Lu Jun who always missed home, or who would sit up in the middle of the night and cry for their mother.
If you encounter a soldier like this, you have to sleep with one eye closed and keep the other eye open when you lie in bed at night.
"Well."
Even though Chen Mo was usually sharp-tongued, he was almost at a loss for words at this moment. He raised his hand to scratch his head and gestured to the squad leader of Class 7 who was sitting in the distance: "Do you want a cigarette? Let's go ask the squad leader for one?"
"I'm fine."
Lu Jun grinned and said, "The squad leader told me to report to the Hedong Retirement Home after I join the company. I heard the treatment there is good."
"That's not bad."
Chen Mo nodded in agreement: "That place is a retirement unit. All you have to do all day is move flowers, water them, and stand guard at the duty post."
“It was very easy.”
Just for these few sentences, Chen Mo racked his brains and recalled carefully for a long time before he found out some information about the retirement home and told him.
"That's what the squad leader said." Lu Jun chuckled, then said with regret: "Actually, when I chose to join the army, I definitely didn't want to go to the retirement home."
"So I have to train hard too, like you, so I can get praise from the squad leader."
"You came to Class 7 today, and the monitor spoke more pleasantly than usual."
Listening to Lu Jun's words, Chen Mo smacked his lips and didn't know what to say for a moment.
This child's thinking is quite active.
"Actually, what do I suggest? If you have any ideas, you can communicate with the squad leader. For example, if you want to improve or want training, you can tell the squad leader."
"I think they'll be happy to hear that."
This was the only suggestion Chen Mo could make.
After listening to this, Lu Jun nodded thoughtfully and said nothing more. The other recruits in Class 7 gathered around and listened to the conversation between the two.
"Scholar, do you know how to run this obstacle course?"
Seeing that no one said anything, a sturdy recruit nearby patted the high board and asked.
"I guess so."
"Then demonstrate it to me." Hearing Chen Mo's words, the new recruits in Class 7 looked hopeful.
The influence of being a role model for the Second Company of New Recruits is not in vain. In addition, with the deliberate praise from the squad leaders of each class, Chen Mo has always been quite popular in other classes.
"What are you doing?"
"I told you to familiarize yourself with the venue, but why are you focusing on this one?"
Just when Class 7 was gathering to make a fuss.
Squad leader Wang Yingjie must be worried that a group of new recruits would get together and discuss something bad.
Walking quickly from a distance.
"Sergeant, the scholar wants to demonstrate training." The sturdy recruit who first proposed it said with his head raised.
"Really?"
Wang Yingjie grinned and said, "That would be great. Xiucai, you can also help boost the morale of our Class 7."
"Did you see Jianyong's demonstration clearly? If not, I'll show it to you again."
"How about you just lead the people in our class and practice more?"
Originally, Chen Mo really had no intention of trying it in the other person's class. First of all, he had consumed too much energy in the morning and hadn't reacted yet.
Secondly, he is really familiar with the 400-meter obstacle race and is extremely skilled at it.
Even if we put aside the contact in his previous life, he has been getting up early every day for the past half month, not only running, but also trying the parallel bars and parallel bars, as well as this obstacle course several times.
Although running obstacles is just a way to pass the time in the morning when the lighting is poor, familiarity is familiarity.
He was really worried about the impact on the people in Class 7.
But I haven’t waited for Chen Mo’s response yet.
Wang Yingjie reached out and put his arm around his shoulders, and as he walked towards the starting position, he lowered his voice and chuckled, "Help me out, scholar."
"As you know, the overall training enthusiasm of Class 7 is very low right now. The company commander specifically asked you to come here, and that must be his intention."
"I've been on duty downstairs, and I know you've run here before. Just demonstrate it later, and I'll praise you no matter how good it is."
"Then I'll go to the outlet store in town and buy you a soda at noon. How about that?"
"First of all, let me make it clear that I'm not here for the soda." Chen Mo grinned and said cooperatively, "But one bottle is not enough, we need seven."
"no problem."
When Wang Yingjie heard the seven bottles, he turned around and looked at the six new recruits in his class. Then he said arrogantly, "I'll buy sixteen bottles, including all the ones from Class 8."
“Thank you, squad leader!!”
Chen Mo smiled. In fact, the sodas in Shanxi Province at that time were not very tasty, such as sea buckthorn juice, Taigang soda, and Yangquan Weilukang.
But this one doesn’t taste good, only compared to the taste of various beverages in later generations.
At present, these kinds of soda are still one of the most desired snacks for soldiers in the army.
Especially in my previous life when I was in a motorized brigade, I would start running as soon as I opened my eyes every day, and occasionally have a bottle of soda, which was truly a spiritual salvation.
I learned that Chen Mo was going to give a demonstration.
Wang Jianyong, who had been sitting in the distance to rest, ran over and stood at the starting point. He crossed his arms and reminded everyone, "Scholar, let me tell you something."
"You can demonstrate this obstacle course, but don't try to be too arrogant."
"No matter how well you practice the basic formations, they are just the basics and nothing. No matter how fast you run during drills, it's just like that. That's flat ground."
"But this is different. Pay attention to your movements and don't go too fast."
"Yes, squad leader, I've made a note of it."
Chen Mo responded, then turned around and winked at the new recruits from Class 7 who were watching.
After adjusting the status.
Chen Mo's eyes suddenly lit up, and the moment he arched his back, he pushed the ground with his right foot, and his whole body shot out like a cannonball.
In the blink of an eye, the person was already more than ten meters away.
"Oh, I'm just too competitive." Wang Jianyong shook his head slightly. "Xu Cai has been praised so much that I don't quite understand the difficulty of the obstacle course."
"He's imitating the speed at which I started running just now."
"It's really too impatient."
Deputy squad leader Wang Yingjie also made a comment.
The recruits didn't react much, they just stretched their heads and stared excitedly.
After Chen Mo easily completed the 100-meter run on flat ground, he skillfully went around the turning pole, without even looking down at his feet, and crossed the trench directly.
The movements are quite agile.
Seeing this scene, the expression on Wang Jianyong's face finally changed. He no longer had the calmness and composure he had just had when he was giving orders.
Especially when he saw Chen Mo soaring over the low wall with ease like an eagle spreading its wings, Wang Jianyong's eyes widened instantly: "Damn, has this kid practiced before?"
"He's been practicing quite a bit." Wang Yingjie gave a wry smile. "I've been on duty twice, and I've seen him come here twice. I just thought he was just curious about the venue and came here just to take a look."
At first, the two could still make a few comments.
But as Chen Mo easily climbed up the horizontal ladder and jumped off the high diving platform in two steps, he didn't need to maintain balance at all when crossing the single-plank bridge.
The man jumped off the bridge without even stretching his arms out
He climbed up the high wall, fell down and slid two meters, and quickly crawled over the low column net. His movements were no slower than Wang Jianyong's.
Wang Yingjie stood nearby with his eyes wide open.
His face was filled with anxiety as he said, "Oh, I forgot, forgot, forgot."
"If I had known Xiucai would be so proficient in the 400-meter steeplechase his first time, I should have asked the instructor for a DV to film it."
"If this is put in the propaganda department, wouldn't it be more interesting than propaganda and ideological education all day long?"
"Xiucai, run slower. I'll go find the instructor."
Wang Yingjie was so anxious that he was jumping up and down. Just as he was about to turn around, Wang Jianyong reached out and grabbed him: "Why are you going now? By the time you come back, you'll have already run so many laps."
"Wait until noon, and then we'll report to the instructor and film it specifically."
Wang Jianyong didn't let Wang Yingjie go, but he jogged all the way along the adjacent field, specifically watching Chen Mo's nimble movements around the bridge pillar under the single-plank bridge.
Afterwards, he jumped over the high board of the diving platform as light as a civet cat, drilled through the holes, and was even more daring when jumping over the trench.
No one went into the ditch. When jumping, he simply grabbed the opposite edge of the ditch with both hands and climbed out.
That speed is only faster than mine, not slower.
"Is this really a new recruit?"
Wang Jianyong was stunned. His fragile heart suffered a series of heavy blows in a short period of time.
Not to mention when he was a rookie, even if he tried his best now, he would not be much stronger than Chen Mo.
But Lao Wang was only stunned for a moment.
Then, as if he suddenly realized something, he clapped his hands together fiercely and said in surprise: "I'm going to take this soldier, Xiucai."
"After the recruit training is over, he must join my class. He is a natural born soldier."
"Don't be too happy too soon."
Wang Yingjie curled his lips and said, "A new recruit like Xiucai is not someone you can count on."
"You dare to snatch people from Lao Pao?"
"I dare not," Wang Jianyong said confidently, "but Lao Pao doesn't lead a squad in our company, nor is he a squad leader. What does he need new recruits for?"
"Since Lao Pao doesn't lead the squad, the company commander wants him to be a clerk."
"Oh, that's all bullshit. Such a promising scout would be wasted on being a clerk.
Wang Jianyong shook his head: "Anyway, I'm going to decide on the Xiucai soldier. No matter what anyone says, it won't work."
Don't be fooled by the fact that these two people are fighting and competing with each other, they are very excited and make a lot of big promises.
But when Chen Mo finished the race and returned to the starting point, he pressed his hands on his knees.
When you support your body and rest.
Wang Jianyong hesitated and did not step forward. He was regretting why he did not try his best and strive for it during the demonstration just now.
If he had been quicker, he wouldn't have been so embarrassed when facing the new recruits.
The company commander is right.
Only an old veteran can lead a scholar. Even if a new squad leader is appointed, he may not be able to subdue such soldiers.
Or perhaps the political commissar had the sharpest vision, requiring the veteran to go and recruit soldiers based solely on a letter of enlistment.
He also specifically instructed Lao Pao to lead the new recruits this year, and the first one to be led by him would be this scholar.
There is some truth to that.
Wang Jianyong repeated the words of comfort to himself several times in his heart before he walked up to Chen Mo.
He said with a very unnatural smile on his face: "Scholar, are you exhausted?"
"Hurry up, sit down and rest for a while."
"It's okay, squad leader. I'm not tired. Running 400 meters without any effort is pretty easy."
Wang Jianyong:
Damn, it’s so hard to be a squad leader.
"What do you mean, you were wearing a backpack during practice this morning?"
"yes."
Chen Mo straightened up and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand: "I was just practicing blindly. Try it yourself."
"If I hadn't just watched the monitor demonstrate the movements, I probably wouldn't have learned it so quickly."
"Alright, alright, stop talking."
Wang Jianyong raised his hand to cover his chest. At this moment, he really wanted to sigh to the sky. Is this guy a new recruit?
It was his first time running the 400 meters, and not only was it not easy for him, he couldn't even step onto the high board and had to be kicked by his squad leader to complete it.
Why is it that the same training becomes less difficult when it is given to a scholar?
Damn, I really can’t understand it.
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