Chapter 67: Scholar, have you been fooled by me?
"I'm rich, I'm really rich."
In the cafeteria, next to the company's dining table, Huo Linshan was holding a DV camera in his hand, smiling from ear to ear.
Although it was almost an hour since Chen Mo ran the 400-meter hurdles, the instructor was still watching the video over and over again.
When he gets excited, he will clap his hands on the table from time to time.
He laughed so heartily.
How can I not be happy? That’s a 100mm mortar barrel.
Even in the former 7th Tank Division, there were only a few companies that had this kind of training method.
More than fifty kilograms, which is almost equivalent to the weight of a bag of rice piled up in the cafeteria kitchen.
The new recruit carried the equipment and ran the 400-meter hurdles in 2 minutes and 47 seconds, although he was still more than a minute away from the passing line.
But that was enough to alarm quite a few units.
Giving their reconnaissance company a good reputation would somewhat cover up the negative impact of deserters.
Just now, because of Chen Mo's demonstration, the Second Company was immediately motivated to run the obstacle course, and many new recruits from each class were eager to give it a try.
As a result, let alone running over obstacles, he couldn't even get over the low wall with the cannon barrel, so he couldn't run at all.
Wu Xiucai's reputation is well deserved.
The instructor's hearty laughter could be heard clearly throughout the cafeteria.
The news also reached Class 8's dining table, but Chen Mo just lowered his head and ate his meal, ignoring the words of praise.
He was really starving.
After climbing and running all morning, the little oil in my stomach had long been consumed.
Chen Mo ate with great relish.
But Yang Dali, who was standing next to him, propped up his face with his left hand, swiping in the bowl with chopsticks in his right hand, and said depressedly: "Deputy Squad Leader, I still can't figure out how you were able to carry that gun barrel?"
"Why can't I?"
"We eat the same food, sleep in the same bed, and wear the same clothes every day."
"Hey, it's strange that the gap is so big in the end."
Originally, Lao Pao was in a good mood today and didn't intend to bother with the idle chatter of the new recruits in the class, but after hearing what Yang Dali said, he raised his eyes and glanced at Lao Yang.
He smiled and said, "There is still a difference. You can get up an hour and a half earlier every day like Chen Mo, and go running with a 20-kilogram weight."
"If you stick to it for half a month, you'll find that many training subjects are actually not difficult."
"I've decided. I'll get up with Lao Chen tomorrow." Feng Junling patted his chest and replied with a righteous tone.
It’s a pity to listen to his bold words.
Everyone in Class 8 just looked up and then ate their vegetables or buns.
No one agreed, let alone offered any encouragement.
Because after the past two weeks of training, everyone is basically aware of the overall performance of the seven recruits in the class.
Needless to say, Chen Mo is always the most active and has the best performance.
The next one is the young and inexperienced Li Zhiang, and Zhu Gaituan also performed well.
Next came Yang Dali, Wei Jiahao, and Yue Jinyuan.
These three brothers are average, neither good nor bad, and they don't have any achievements worth boasting about.
As for Feng Junling, he is simply a drag on the team. He is too thin and tall, so his body proportions are very disproportionate.
Whether it was physical strength or practicing basic formations, he made the most mistakes and was the least able to persist.
For someone who can't even run ten kilometers in an hour, he has little credibility in Class 8.
Feng Junling also knew that he was exaggerating a bit. The company's training intensity during the day was very high, and there was not enough time to sleep at night.
It is really not something that most people can withstand to get up an hour and a half earlier.
Just when everyone was eating their meals obediently, at the canteen door, Wang Yingjie, the deputy monitor of Class 7, was seen holding eight dark green glass bottles in his arms.
He hurried over to Chen Mo and shouted, "Come on, scholar, this is the soda I promised you, one bottle for each person in Class 8."
"As a reward for helping to boost our squad's morale, don't throw away the bottles after you finish drinking. I can take them back and exchange them for money."
"Old squad leader, you have a bottle too."
Wang Yingjie chuckled and put all the soda on the dining table.
This made the surrounding classes and a group of new recruits drool.
After all, before I came to the military camp, as long as my home was not too far away, I could basically buy a bottle from the agency store to satisfy my craving.
There is nothing here, and soda is far more attractive to the recruits than cigarettes.
"What are you looking at? Damn it, if any of you can be like Xiucai, I will buy you soda every day."
"Damn it, eat!"
Hearing the classes around them being scolded, the atmosphere in Class 8, which had just been suppressed, suddenly became tense again.
Chen Mo didn't hesitate, as this was what Class 7 had agreed upon with him that morning.
Grabbing the soda in his hand, he bit off the lid and gulped down a few mouthfuls. Chen Mo raised his hand to wipe his mouth, feeling that he had almost finished.
Then he looked at Lao Pao and asked, "Squad leader, can the DV footage shot by the instructor really be published in the military newspaper?"
"I thought you weren't curious."
Lao Pao looked up and took a quick look: "Yes, but it will probably have to wait until next week."
"Hurry up and eat. After that, I'll take you to the company headquarters."
"yes!"
The training difficulty may be increased during the tactical week, but after half a month of rigorous training, the housekeeping department has barely passed the test in all aspects.
After the entire Second Company of Recruits had lunch, each class actually arranged a rare lunch break.
But this sudden arrangement has nothing to do with Chen Mo.
Not long after lunch, Lao Pao took him downstairs from the dormitory and went straight to the company headquarters.
Chen Mo had only been to the second floor of this place once to get a basin of soap, and this was his second time.
With Lao Pao leading the way, the two went up to the third floor and turned right to the last office.
The company headquarters is in a pretty good condition overall. The floor and walls must have been painted not long ago, and the overall look is bright and tidy.
Compared with the recruits' dormitories and canteen, it is more than one or two levels better.
The place where Lao Pao brought him should be the company commander's office. There were more than a dozen honorary banners of the reconnaissance company hanging inside, covering half of the wall and there was almost no more room.
The indoor area is not small, it is estimated to be more than 40 square meters.
In addition to a brand new metal filing cabinet, there is also a khaki wooden table in the office area and a few scattered chairs.
There are thermoses, washbasin racks and other decorations at the entrance.
The furnishings look like they give people a visual impact of both new and old.
Around the desk, Company Commander Cheng Dong, Instructor Huo Linshan, Liang Hongjie and the Sergeant Quartermaster whom he had met before were all sitting in the office smoking.
Seeing Chen Mo coming, Liang Hongjie stood up enthusiastically and moved two chairs and placed them on the ground.
"Old squad leader, please sit down."
"Scholar, you sit down too."
"Thank you, Platoon Leader."
Chen Mo sat down on the stool, secretly trying to figure out why the company was looking for him.
Normally, the people in the room should be the backbone of the reconnaissance company, so it's a bit out of place for a new recruit like him to appear here.
"Xiao Liang, pour the scholar a cup of tea. I have some extra tea leaves in the cupboard. Be careful not to pour foam into the cup."
Cheng Dong raised his head and gave instructions. Chen Mo originally wanted to get up and pour it himself. No matter what, he was a new recruit and could not trouble the platoon leader to serve him.
Cheng Dong finally moved the chair he was sitting on to Chen Mo, raised his hand and pressed his shoulder: "Don't bother, let Xiao Liang go."
"Scholar, let me ask you something. What do you think of me as a company commander?"
"To be honest, we soldiers don't have that many twists and turns."
Cheng Dong tried his best to appear kind, but his foundation was too poor.
In addition, there is a scar on the right side of his face that runs from his ear to the corner of his mouth. He doesn't look like a good person at all.
"Well"
Chen Mo hesitated for a long time before nodding: "Company Commander, you are very good. You look upright and you lead the troops well. I was at the training ground this morning and heard people from other companies praising you a lot."
"Really?"
"What are you praising me for?" Cheng Dong straightened up with interest.
"That's a lot," Chen Mo said calmly, "I've heard quite a bit, like how you were brave and fearless in training and always at the forefront."
"You are both intelligent and brave. During field training, many tactical plans were finalized by you, Company Commander. In the reconnaissance company, you often lead by example, personally demonstrating and motivating the soldiers."
"You are rigorous and conscientious in your work and fair and selfless in your conduct. You are the exemplary company commander of the 7th Armored Brigade."
Chen Mo originally worked as a secretary in an office, so he was very good at praising others.
Cheng Dongdu's chest was pounding with excitement when he heard this. Looking at the situation, he wanted to blow the whistle immediately and call the entire company for training.
Military camps of this era.
Especially at the grassroots level, the cultural level is generally not high, and people have not yet been infected by the Internet age.
It's easy to fall for Chen Mo's sugar-coated tactics.
The company commander was almost lost after being fooled by a few words from a new recruit.
The instructor next to him took a sip of water from the teacup and coughed twice to remind him.
When Cheng Dong reacted, he turned to look at Lao Pao, the quartermaster and Liang Hongjie, all of whom were trying to hold back their laughter.
He glared at Chen Mo angrily: "Don't just say nice things, kid."
"You almost got me trapped inside."
"Just tell me straight, after you finish your recruit training, do you want to join our reconnaissance company?"
"Let me tell you something," Cheng Dong said, counting on his fingers. "We scouts get higher allowances than other branches of the military. Conscripts from other companies get 21 yuan a month, but we get 25."
"You'll see all sorts of training you've never heard of, like machine guns, infantry fighting vehicles, sniping, camouflage, and more, in the reconnaissance company. It's well worth your service."
"The most important thing is that people like Lao Pao and Xiao Liang, who you're familiar with, are all from our reconnaissance company. I and your instructor are all from the same company. Don't you want to follow them in the future?"
I listened to Cheng Dong talk for a long time.
Chen Mo finally figured it out. It turned out that Captain Cheng was here to win him over.
Just now he was wondering why the recruit company had so many honor flags of the reconnaissance company. Judging from the situation, the company commander probably brought them over from there on purpose for him to see, right?
As the saying goes, reconnaissance is hard and tiring, but Cheng Dong never mentioned the serious aspects.
Just saying some misleading words.
As far as Chen Mo knows, whether it is armed reconnaissance, amphibious reconnaissance, armored reconnaissance, infantry reconnaissance, all the new recruits who have just joined the company.
They all have to participate in intensive training in the reconnaissance camp, which takes about ten months.
Only after training people to become qualified scouts can they be assigned to a company. The training in the reconnaissance battalion is no simpler than that in the teaching team. There are even more trainings and stricter requirements.
Cheng Dong didn't mention it at all.
Of course, Chen Mo also has his own plans. As a fist force, the reconnaissance company has many benefits and is easier to succeed.
This was originally one of his plans.
"Captain, I'm... that." Chen Mo originally wanted to express his own opinion, at least to delay it for a while, to give Captain Cheng some joy of successfully winning him over.
But what can we do is that our Captain Cheng has a very short temper.
Seeing Chen Mo hesitate, he immediately said: "I tell you, scholar, there is no need to think about this."
"Remember this: no matter what anyone says to you in a few days, they're just trying to trick you."
"Don't believe any of it."
"Haven't you met the political commissar? He's a former scout, and he also said you should stay in our reconnaissance company."
"In short, you're wasting your time going anywhere else. Our reconnaissance company is the best. Tell everyone you ask that."
"Do you know?"
"Yes, Captain."
Chen Mo stood up and puffed out his chest in response.
"Yeah, that's right."
"Well, Lao Pao, take Xiucai back home for a nap. We still have training in the afternoon."
Cheng Dong smiled as if he had won a great victory, and squinted his eyes as he watched Lao Pao and Chen Mo get up and leave the office.
He raised his hand and touched his nonexistent belly and said, "This ideological work isn't difficult."
"Scholar, isn't it just a few moves, and I fooled you?"
"I've made up my mind. He's a soldier from our reconnaissance company."
"Well, I hope so." Huo Linshan curled his lips helplessly.
Why didn’t he realize that the scholar was being fooled?
From the moment that kid walked in, his eyes changed from confusion at first to calmness later, without any fluctuation at all. He was just trying to fool people.
Although the political commissar did instruct Xiucai to join the army and follow the reconnaissance company, that was before the new recruits entered the camp.
If the news of running 400 meters while carrying a 100mm mortar barrel was actually published in the military newspaper, who knows how many people would be coveting it behind the scenes?
What if some bastard goes to the political commissar to talk things over first, and then takes the scholar away?
They've been working in vain.
Cheng Dong, who was full of confidence just now, felt something was wrong after calming down for a while.
After thinking for a moment, he continued, "By the way, notify all classes to keep a close eye on it these next few days."
"If another company comes to our place, no matter who they are looking for, they must first hide the scholar for me."
"Damn it, we absolutely can't let them find him. At worst, tell those squad leaders to find me a soldier with good performance in each squad and give them a nickname, calling them Scholars."
"I just don't believe it. Who can get rid of this person from under my nose?"
Four days passed peacefully.
Soon it was January 17th, a Sunday.
No matter how hard the training for new recruits is, they still need to be given some time to rest when it is time to take a breath.
During these four days, Class 8 was exposed to climbing tactics, 400 meters, parallel bars and some simple prisoner capture.
The training subjects are repeated every day.
Anyway, the general idea is that if your legs are worn out, you train your hands. If your hands are also worn out, then get a backpack rope, hang the person on the horizontal bar, tie his hands, and hang him there like a pig being slaughtered.
It is said to be a training of arm strength, in preparation for pull-ups and climbing over obstacles.
The only thing worth mentioning is that unfortunately, Class 8 did not win the first place in the company during the first housekeeping inspection, and missed the opportunity to win the red flag for housekeeping.
There is nothing to worry about the reason. The classes of the second company have been here for more than half a month, and the overall level is similar.
It is difficult for any class to be so good that it can surpass all others.
In addition, Chen Mo's attention was focused on training, and Lao Pao did not remind him, so the company still took advantage of the training to conduct a surprise inspection.
The mobile red flag was finally won by Class 2.
This is not the most important thing. The main thing is that they didn’t get the red flag. Although Chen Mo and the others were not really hung on the wall.
But I don’t know what Lao Pao came up with, but he did it for two consecutive days after the evening roll call.
All the new recruits in the class were asked to practice crawling around the dormitory. If they got tired, they would do push-ups, and if they were still tired, they would practice squatting.
Anyway, Lao Pao's original words were that it would end when the breath on the window turned into water and flowed down.
It’s winter, it’s not easy to sweat in this cold month.
We climbed for nearly four hours on the first night and were almost exhausted, but still didn't meet the standard.
The most important thing is that the broken window is not tight at all. The wind blows in some places, and there is a gap under the dormitory door.
Given these conditions, no one has the ability to meet the standards.
So, I was forced to crawl for several hours last night.
Sunday morning, the 17th.
As soon as the duty officer announced that there would be no training in the morning, almost everyone in the dormitory collapsed on the ground in despair.
I can't even sit on a stool.
Feng Junling even groaned non-stop: "Oh my god, my old waist hurts so much, why does it feel worse than my grandma's health?"
"Being a soldier here is really a lot of suffering."
"Just shut up about that second channel of yours. You're the one who's causing all the trouble every day." Yang Dali cursed angrily, "You bastard, if it weren't for the fact that your quilt was folded into dog shit, you'd be thrown out."
"Maybe our class won't be unable to get the red flag."
Chen Mo sat on the ground with his back against the metal cabinet, listening to the two brothers bickering. His back and waist ached from the tossing and turning, and he couldn't recover.
"Alright, we're all from the same class. What's the point of arguing? Remember the date next Friday and grab the red flag."
"Yes, we have to rob it. It's too painful." Zhu Gaituan lay on the ground with a grin.
There were seven new recruits in Class 8, some sitting and some lying down, and the image was really amazing.
Fortunately, it was Sunday, and Chen Mo could no longer roll the paper. He leaned his head against the metal cabinet and was thinking of taking a nap.
As a result, just as I stood up and was about to take out the cotton coat from the closet and put it on the ground, I turned around and noticed that Lao Pao had already walked to the second-floor corridor.
"stand up!!"
Chen Mo hurriedly shouted. In fact, as the training time went on, Lao Pao's management of the class became more lax.
Many times, he would not come to class at all during breaks.
But not coming doesn't mean the authority is lowered. When they heard the word "stand up", everyone in Class 8 shuddered and each one was more enthusiastic than the other.
He held his old waist and started to line up.
When Lao Pao arrived at the dormitory, he first glanced at everyone and found that there were many people there. He said, "Two things."
"First of all, today is the 17th, and there are only 22 days left until the new recruit competition on the 8th of next month."
"Time is very tight. Excluding the competition on the 8th and the training that was delayed on the way, we only have 20 days at most."
"Therefore, the brigade headquarters has decided to award the guns tomorrow, which is Monday."
"Everyone, recite the oath to me today."
"If anyone fails to keep their promise and embarrasses themselves during the ceremony, I will let you know the consequences."
Lao Pao made a few symbolic threats, then casually pulled out a record book from his pocket and threw it to Chen Mo: "The last page is the oath."
"You will be responsible for supervising today and making sure everyone memorizes it."
"Yes. Monitor."
Chen Mo reached out and took the record book.
Awarding of guns, we have finally reached this step.
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