Chapter 69: Chasing the Dream Camp, This Officer is Not Very Skilled
"Chen Mo."
"arrive."
It was Class 8's turn to receive their guns. Company Commander Cheng Dong held the roster in his hand and was responsible for calling the roll. There was a veteran next to him who was responsible for receiving the guns.
"New recruit Chen Mo, I now grant you the Type 81-1 automatic rifle, serial number 50122."
"Taking over this gun means shouldering the sacred mission entrusted to you by the nation. I hope you can cherish this gun as you would your life."
“Don’t be afraid of hardships and bravely strive to be the best. Can you do it?”
"able!"
Chen Mo held his head high and chest puffed out, responding in a resounding voice.
"Take the gun."
The veteran held the gun in both hands and handed it to Chen Mo.
Chen Mo solemnly took the rifle and held it against his chest. He was very familiar with the Type 81-1 rifle.
But to be honest, Chen Mo's performance in all aspects in his previous life was actually good, except for his shooting skills which were mediocre.
Normal shooting is definitely fine.
If you encounter a difficult exercise like shooting two, you will often miss the target with the second shot.
His level is average among veterans.
In addition, he has not been at the grassroots level for a long time and has too few opportunities to practice shooting. If he has the chance, he will have to practice hard when he holds a gun again.
Chen Mo had never touched a Type 95 rifle before. The only one he was familiar with was the Type 81 rifle. Being awarded the rifle helped him regain the long-lost feeling.
There is no change in the gun-awarding ceremony.
What followed was to raise the military flag, sing the national anthem, and the company commander took the lead in taking the oath.
Overall it is quite solemn.
But when the "disband" order was issued.
The twelve squads that were originally lined up neatly soon formed twelve small circles, and each of them couldn't let go of the gun in their hands.
Feng Junling's eyes curved with a smile. He touched the gun, then pulled the green gun belt to put it on his back. He marched a few times in a formal manner and grinned happily, "It still feels good to have a gun."
"If I could get this thing back, I guess none of the wild rabbits and pheasants behind our village would be able to escape."
"Have you ever hunted rabbits at home?"
Chen Mo looked up and asked. After checking his gun, he put it behind his back and didn't study it anymore.
Anyway, the new recruits had just been issued guns before they were equipped, so I guess it was just for the competition.
But if I want to shoot a gun, I'm afraid it will take some time.
"Hey, I've seen it, but I've never fired it." Feng Junling scratched his head. "My grandfather wouldn't let me touch it. We had an old musket passed down from generation to generation, and I used to play with it when I was a kid."
"Later, when I got older, they took it away and hung it up. They said it was so strong that it could carve 20 meters. If someone had never used it before, it would easily dislocate their arm if they weren't careful."
"You don't even call that a gun." Zhu Gaituan curled his lips and said, "We used to have a fowling rifle at home. I heard the adults call it a single-barreled hunting rifle. My dad used to carry it with him when he went out to shoot turtledoves when he had nothing better to do a few years ago."
“It’s all turned in now.”
"We don't have any at home, but when I was a kid, I saw several hunting rifles hanging on the wall at the home of my uncle who grazed sheep next door."
The new recruits in Class 8 were discussing the matter enthusiastically.
Only Yang Dali, who is usually the most active, is like a charlatan at this moment.
He kept repeating 20939 silently.
Just recite it if you say so. This guy does it with a sense of ritual. He recites for a long time, and after a while he grabs the gun and takes a look at it, then closes his eyes and looks up to continue reciting.
Chen Mo saw that the boy was memorizing the gun serial number and was speechless. The gun serial number was not long and was quite easy to remember.
Being treated like this by him, it seems so difficult.
It gave the new recruits a good feeling for a while.
It feels about right.
Lao Pao then stepped forward and said, "Alright, stop talking. We need to put the equipment into storage later."
"Everyone, line up."
Lao Pao took the rifle from Chen Mo, wrapped the gun belt around his hand, and introduced:
"The guns in your hands are all Type 81-1 automatic rifles. Since you don't know how to shoot, I'll briefly tell you a few points. Just remember them."
"This type of rifle has an effective range of 400 meters and a maximum range of 2,000 meters, but its accuracy drops significantly beyond 1,000 meters."
"It's not the bird gun you just mentioned, single-barreled or double-barreled hunting rifles. So you must be careful when holding a gun, regardless of whether there are bullets in it or not."
"It is strictly forbidden to point the gun at the people around you."
"Do you understand?"
"clear!!"
"Um."
The old man spoke for a few words, then raised his gun again, motioning everyone to look at the gas regulator near the muzzle, where the number "201" was engraved, and said, "This is the gas block. 1 is the setting for normal training."
"You generally won't need it unless you encounter sandstorms, heavy rain, or extremely intense training, such as when you're training in the field with a gun."
"0 is for launching rifle grenades. Just remember that this function is there, you won't be using it."
"Also, every time we shoot in the future, we'll maintain the guns, clean them, and so on."
"If gun oil gets on your hands, remember to wash your hands. Remember this."
"Don't eat without washing your hands, and don't rub your eyes or go to the bathroom. Otherwise, you will experience what chemical evolution is."
"Okay, that's all for now." Lao Pao threw the gun to Chen Mo.
"Everyone, turn right, target the equipment depot, march in step."
Originally, the old gunner's intention was to teach the new recruits about guns and talk about some random things before breakfast to dispel the new recruits' curiosity.
But the old man overlooked one point, that is, when the recruits first come into contact with the rifles in the army, the more he talks about it, the easier it is to arouse their sense of novelty.
When submitting to storage.
Everyone's face was covered in pain, as if someone was trying to steal their wives, but Lao Pao scolded and kicked everyone and took away all their guns.
Then we were taken to the dining hall for breakfast.
It’s hard to say whether Chen Mo and his team were too lucky or too unlucky. According to the company’s training schedule, tactical training would be temporarily suspended for one day on Monday.
Military doctors were sent by the military district’s security training team to teach the recruits subjects such as battlefield first aid.
But unexpectedly.
When the guns were awarded, although there were gusts of cold wind outside, it did not look cloudy.
But I only ate half of my breakfast.
An old soldier lifted the curtain of the dining hall and walked into the cafeteria, rubbing his hands and shouting: "It's snowing. Each class should quickly check and see if anyone has quilts in the clothes drying area. If there are any clothes that have not been confiscated, go and collect them."
"Also, today's training schedule is still to be determined. The Guard Training Team has notified the company that today's schedule has been canceled due to heavy snow."
"Each class has had breakfast and is waiting for notification."
It's snowing?
As Chen Mo was eating his meal, he heard the old soldier calling out to him. Several squad leaders in the cafeteria stood up and gathered at the door to watch.
Through the gaps in the curtains, he could indeed see that it was already white outside. The snow in the 1990s was often incomparable to that in later generations.
The term "heavy snowfall" is not an exaggeration at all. If the snow density is high, the densely packed snowflakes floating down will be much larger than goose feathers.
"Any of you who have quilts or clothes hanging in the laundry area, hurry up and finish eating, then wait for notification in the dormitory."
Lao Pao turned his head and looked outside. He also knew that the new recruits were quite curious.
He simply gave a notification, grabbed two buns, and moved to the company's dining table to continue eating.
He was able to remain calm because the veteran had been in the barracks for so many years and was tired of seeing all kinds of scenery throughout the year.
But the new recruits can't do that.
I had just arrived, and I was in an unfamiliar environment with unfamiliar people. Every day when I opened my eyes, I was faced with endless physical training, and I couldn’t talk to my family about it.
Even a person with a strong psychological endurance would feel somewhat uncomfortable with the collective self-disciplined life in the army.
To a large extent, snow can always bring some spiritual comfort to those who are away from home.
An old man has spoken.
Regardless of whether there were people hanging out clothes or not, everyone in Class 8 just regretted that their parents had not given them another mouth to feed, and they stuffed their breakfast into their mouths in no time.
After eating, he washed the dishes and ran out of the cafeteria with Chen Mo.
"Damn, the snow is so heavy."
Several people left the dining hall and looked outside in surprise. The military camp seemed normal twenty minutes ago.
Now when I go out again, the ground, the dormitory building in the distance, the trees, and the vegetable fields next to it are all covered with a thin layer of snow.
Chen Mo stepped on the ground and estimated that the thickness was about one centimeter, which was already at the level of a blizzard.
Even the visibility was reduced to 20 to 30 meters. It was indeed raining heavily.
"It's so cool! It would be great if I could just light a fire at home and roast some sweet potatoes."
Yang Dali's eyes were shining with brilliance and he looked longing.
It doesn’t really matter whether it’s sweet potato or not.
Taking advantage of the fact that many company cadres were in the cafeteria at this time, a few of them let themselves go. Zhu Gaituan bent down, picked up a ball of snow from the ground, and stuffed it into Yang Dali's neck.
This made Old Yang shudder all over: "Hey? You damn kid, stop right there."
While Old Yang turned around, Chen Mo took the lead and a group of people scooped up the snow and rolled it up, throwing it towards Yang Dali.
“Oh my god!!”
Several people ran to avoid it, fighting with each other while laughing and cursing.
On the land where a group of people walked, only a patch of messy footprints and traces of hands scraping across the snow were left.
When they ran to the dormitory door, they stopped chasing each other tacitly, stopped one by one, stood in a row at the dormitory door, and brushed the snowflakes off each other's bodies.
In fact, life in the military camp is not beautiful. It is a place where there can be no garbage in the trash can, no fallen leaves when it is windy, no feces in the toilet, and no people lying on the beds.
Of course, there can’t be snow when it’s snowing, something the new recruits haven’t realized yet.
After shaking off the snowflakes on their bodies, the seven of them stood in a row and leaned on the railings, watching many new recruits fighting in the distance, and some new recruits coming back from the direction of the clothes drying yard.
Holding his frozen pants and shirt in his hands, Feng Junling looked up and said with emotion: "God is really kind to me. He just said that I could hunt rabbits and pheasants."
"It's snowing heavily now, so it's more convenient to fight."
"I don't know if I can skip the training today and have a good sleep in the dormitory." Yang Dali's thoughts were more direct.
"It's difficult." Chen Mo shook his head: "It's impossible to sleep in the barracks whether it rains or snows. I guess the squad leader will be back soon, so let's go into the class."
"Okay."
Everyone was quite cooperative. After a while of fun, they brushed off the snowflakes on their arms, turned around and lined up to enter the classroom.
Suddenly, Lao Pao's voice came from a distance: "Everyone from Squad 8, go downstairs and assemble in the equipment depot."
"Want a gun?"
Yang Dali stretched his neck and glanced in the direction of Lao Pao.
"I don't know whether you're going to get the gun or not, but I know if you dawdle any longer, Lao Pao will probably rub the back of your neck again."
Chen Mo urged with a smile and took the lead running downstairs.
When the others saw this, they felt a chill on their necks and ran after him.
These veteran reconnaissance soldiers were quite lenient with the new recruits regarding formations, and never required them to form rows of two or three people.
So, when the new recruits came running up to him, Lao Pao didn't say anything. He just led the team to get guns first, then took a few pairs of gloves, a large piece of oilcloth and a bottle of gun oil, and led them back to the dormitory.
Lao Pao walked to the window, moved the yellow wooden table to the metal cabinet, spread the oilcloth on it, clapped his hands and said: "Today is because of the weather."
"Outdoor training was canceled at the last minute, so I'll take this opportunity to teach you how to disassemble and assemble the guns."
As Lao Pao spoke, he reached out and took the gun from Chen Mo's hand: "In order to maintain the stability of the gun, it must be maintained after each shooting, that is, wiping the gun with oil."
"Look carefully."
"Every time you disassemble a gun, you must first remove the magazine and continuously pull the bolt to make sure there are no bullets inside."
The old gunner pulled the bolt a few times with "clicks", and then introduced the cleaning rod, recoil spring, bolt and the body inside it and separated the bolt.
Including the disassembly of the rear handguard and piston, the old cannon is fully displayed one by one.
But let's be honest.
Chen Mo stood by and watched. He felt that soldiers like Lao Pao who were too experienced were not suitable for such detailed teaching.
Because Lao Pao is a veteran, many of his concepts and actions are deeply rooted. When he removed the piston, the piston and gas regulator, including the piston spring, were not separated.
Just put it on the table for all the recruits to see.
The new recruits were so confused that they said nothing.
The veteran didn't care whether the new recruit understood it or not. He followed the reverse order of the disassembly, first installing the piston spring, then the handguard and the bolt.
While waiting for the magazine to be loaded, Lao Pao briefly mentioned the single-shot and continuous-fire adjustments, demonstrated the effect of pulling the trigger, and introduced the functions of turning the safety on and off.
Finally, with a "pop", he placed the gun on the oilcloth, put his hands on the table and glanced at everyone: "You know all this, right?"
Chen Mo:
Others: ????
In fact, the 81 gun is very simple to disassemble and assemble. Among all kinds of guns, it is almost the easiest, if not the easiest.
But please at least explain it in detail.
"I'm asking you a question, are you mute?"
Lao Pao raised his hand and pinched Yang Dali's neck, rubbing it hard twice: "Will it work?"
Poor old Yang didn't dare to say he didn't know. He looked at Chen Mo opposite him as if asking for help.
Because everyone in Class 8 knows that Chen Mo has a good memory. That guy can memorize the Little Red Book after reading it once. So, for him to be able to learn by taking apart a gun just by reading it once is no big deal, right?
Chen Mo touched the gun and was about to try it.
The broken wooden door of the dormitory behind him was knocked open with a bang, and then the instructor's voice was heard.
"Scholar, haha, take a look at this week's newspaper in our brigade. You're in the news."
Huo Linshan was holding several military newspapers in his hands with a smile on his face. Following him were seven or eight squad leaders from the second company and three unfamiliar-looking cadres as they rushed into the dormitory.
His arrival was a disguised liberation for Yang Dali.
Lao Pao let go and walked over to take a newspaper. Chen Mo was also a little curious about how the brigade praised him.
He stretched his head and peeked at the newspaper.
"Look, look everyone, haha." Huo Linshan didn't keep the user in suspense. He walked directly to the table and spread the newspaper on it.
Pointing to an article that took up a quarter of the page, he said: "Chasing Dreams in the Military, No Regrets in Youth—What a great title."
"The brigade praised our scholar for his bravery and fearlessness. He was a leading recruit and the pride of the army. He was honored with great honor."
"Hey, Lao Wang, don't you want to meet the scholar from our company?"
"He is."
Huo Linshan smiled and pointed at Chen Mo, then at the newspaper, which showed several figures running the 100-meter hurdles. "See? This is our new comrade from the reconnaissance company."
"You must publicize it well. Remember, if you want to follow up later, you must mark it as our reconnaissance company."
"Okay, no problem."
The captain called Lao Wang should be the secretary of the propaganda department of the brigade.
After knowing that Chen Mo was the famous "scholar" of the second company, that guy circled around Chen Mo with a fanatical look on his face.
From time to time, he would pick up a pencil, take a few steps back, close his left eye and open his right eye, and use the pencil to measure Chen Mo's standing posture.
"Great, that's great. It feels good even when standing." Secretary Wang praised repeatedly.
The group of new recruits in Class 8 stared at these uninvited guests in amazement.
"Is this guy mentally ill?" Yang Dali looked at Lao Pao.
"No one with a normal brain would like you, what are you mumbling about?" Lao Pao cursed a few times.
Then he reached out and pulled the new recruits in the class back a few steps.
In the past, when the 7th Tank Division recruited soldiers every year, it would usually select a few new recruits, make a press release, and promote the event vigorously.
The company has just downsized this year, so the rules definitely haven't changed. We are planning to give Chen Mo some good publicity.
After Secretary Wang finished gesturing with a pencil, he walked over to Chen Mo, took out a small notebook, and excitedly asked, "Your name is Chen Mo?"
"yes."
"Good, good, good name."
"What was your ideal for joining the army? I heard you wrote a letter to the army and then joined. Why did you join the army?"
"I saw the recruitment and thought the country needed it, so I came."
"Hmm!! This idea is creative, great, very insightful."
Secretary Wang's eyes lit up and he quickly wrote it down in his little notebook as if he had found a treasure.
Now, not only did Yang Dali think that the propaganda officer was mentally unstable, but even the veterans who surrounded Squad 8 took several steps back.
Huo Linshan also stood quietly in the corner, the farthest away from Director Wang.
"The guns have been issued." Secretary Wang didn't realize there was anything wrong with his behavior. He reached out and touched the gun on the table. He turned his eyes and looked at Chen Mo again: "Pick up the gun. Do you know how to shoot?"
"Come on, make one."
Chen Mo didn't say anything. Holding a gun was like muscle memory.
He picked up the gun casually, and with the butt of the gun against his chest, he assumed the standard standing gun-holding posture in the blink of an eye.
"Beautiful!! So perfect."
"Hold on, clap, clap, clap, what are you standing there for?"
Secretary Wang jumped up and down, called the two propaganda staff members behind him, picked up the DV and started filming.
"Is the filming done?"
"Come on, Comrade Xiucai, take the gun apart and take some photos of you carefully cleaning it."
“I think the effect will be better.”
Upon hearing this request, the veterans of the Second Company who had been hiding in the distance looked a little embarrassed, after all, the guns had just been issued.
If we ask the new recruits to dismantle it, what will they use?
Even Lao Pao frowned. In fact, he knew very well what kind of teaching he had done.
If it is not demolished in front of people outside, it will not have much impact.
But this propaganda officer who is almost half crazy will definitely say something unpleasant to the ear.
But what everyone in the dormitory didn't expect was that Chen Mo not only knew how to dismantle it, but also did so very quickly.
As soon as he finished firing the gun, he removed the magazine with a "swish" and pulled the bolt with a "click".
In just a few blinks of an eye, the Type 81-1 rifle was disassembled into a pile of parts.
One after another was carefully spread out on the table.
Holy crap?!!!!
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