Chapter 70: Coming from the torture of being held at gunpoint, do you still like snowy days?
Secretary Wang only heard the sounds of "clicking" and "clicking". When he turned his head again, he saw a pile of parts on the table.
"Did you take a picture of it?"
Secretary Wang looked confused and looked at the two people in charge of filming behind him.
"I did take the picture, but it was too fast and the angle wasn't very good."
"That's not important."
Secretary Wang breathed a sigh of relief. He stroked his chin, turned left and right, and stared at Chen Mo: "The press release highlights its ideological content, guidance, and relevance."
"The scholar's thinking is amazing. The guidance and closeness are amazing. It's snowing heavily today so we shouldn't go out to shoot. Let's just shoot a group of gun cleaning and gun assembly."
"Take photos from multiple angles to highlight the growth that the new comrades have achieved after nearly a month of training and learning."
"The gun is very representative and should be photographed in detail."
While a few people were working there, they were discussing the filming issues.
Huo Linshan put the newspaper in his hand on the table next to him, walked over to see the gun that Chen Mo had dismantled, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder and said with relief: "Xiucai, you cooperate well."
"The military region has always attached great importance to the training of new recruits. If this press release is well-made and widely circulated, the military region will most likely award a model new recruit as encouragement."
"Most people don't get this. Your daily early morning practice alone will be recorded in it. Although we don't advocate this kind of practice, the spirit is still worth learning."
"Yes, instructor."
Chen Mo felt bored at first and just stood there, waiting for cooperation.
But when I heard the words "model soldier of new training".
His body was visibly straight.
He had worked as a secretary in an agency, so he naturally knew how valuable the title of model new trainees issued by the military region was.
Let’s put it this way, in addition to the special commendations organized by the military region every year to commend the completion of new training, any additional form of commendation will be of particularly high value.
Because the latter is not an indicator issued by the military region, it is just to complete the task and issue the indicator down. It has value, but not much.
What the instructor is talking about is that the recruits perform well and are noticed by the military district, which leads to commendations, whether they are model soldiers in new training or something else.
The gold content will be much higher.
To be more specific, if Chen Mo had the chance to get it, then among the new recruits of the 7th Armored Brigade who joined the army in 1998, no one would have a higher priority in joining the party and being promoted than him.
Even if Chen Mo did not get first place in the recruit competition and did not get the third-class merit, but was won by other recruits from the Seventh Brigade, he still could not compare to him.
This is the extra commendation from the military region. To some extent, its influence on new recruits is not comparable to the third-class merit awarded by brigade-level units.
There is this motivation that drives me forward.
Chen Mo was quite cooperative.
He cleaned the gun when he was asked to clean it and assembled it when he was asked to assemble it, including the subsequent interview. He carried the gun downstairs and took a frontal photo in the snow.
Chen Mo actively cooperated throughout the process without any complaints.
After nearly two hours of hard work, Director Wang finally left with his men, feeling satisfied.
The work is done.
Class 8 gathered together again and continued the previous teaching.
Lao Pao walked to the table, raised his hand to scratch the bridge of his nose, and didn't say anything for a long time.
Originally, the veteran planned to teach this morning about disassembly and assembly. After the recruits learned how to do it, he would let them sit in the dormitory and clean their guns for half a day.
But just now, Chen Mo disassembled and reassembled it seven or eight times, becoming more skilled each time.
This made Lao Pao, who was already lazy, completely lose interest in teaching.
"Well, you should all know how to disassemble it."
"The deputy squad leader just demonstrated it, so you should all practice it."
"Yang Dali."
"arrive!"
"Starting with you."
"yes."
Yang Dali pursed his lips, as if he had made a great decision.
He grabbed the magazine and shook it for a long time before he could remove it, but when it came to pulling the bolt, he was even more ruthless and pulled it six or seven times.
Seeing this, Lao Pao's eyebrows jumped. He lowered his head and looked around for something. In the end, he couldn't find the internal affairs board. He slapped Yang Dali on the left shoulder and said, "Do you have a grudge against guns?"
"Is this how you take care of your equipment?"
"Can't you be gentler?"
After being scolded, Lao Yang became much gentler. In addition, Chen Mo had just cooperated with the filming by disassembling and assembling several times, and they were all watching.
The disassembly process went smoothly.
The other recruits are basically the same, they are boys after all, even if some of them have poor hands-on skills.
If you can't install it, can you still take it apart?
What boy, as a child, didn't get punished by his family for tearing something apart, and then stubbornly refused to admit it was him?
But it is only limited to knowing how to disassemble it. As for whether it can be assembled, or whether there will be a lot of extra parts after assembly, it is hard to say.
After all the 81 bars were dismantled and it was time to assemble them, it was like going through a tribulation.
Chen Mo stood back a little with his gun on his back, and watched with his own eyes as the runaway Lao Pao searched for a long time and finally found the housekeeping board from the small yellow basin under his bed.
Hit the back of the hand with a hard hand.
“Bang!”
"The piston spring is already installed, so you're installing the piston? You disassembled it yourself and forgot about it?"
“Bang!”
"You have a pig brain, is this how you install the handguard?"
“Bang!”
"Is the bolt loaded? Just grab the recoil spring right here. Are you using your eyes to vent your anger?"
Lao Pao won't deal with anyone easily, but if he really wants to deal with someone, he won't show mercy.
If you meet someone who is particularly stupid, or installs it in the wrong order, or installs it in the wrong position and still forces it in, the internal service board will be knocked out with afterimages.
Of course, not everyone can knock.
It doesn't matter if you move slowly, anyone who stands there and thinks seriously can escape.
What I am afraid of is the stubborn old man like Li Zhiang, who has a single-minded personality, and the tinkering type like Feng Junling.
Chen Mo just watched for less than ten minutes, and the backs of their right hands were slapped red and swollen.
The effect is quite obvious.
In addition, the 81 bar has fewer parts and is much easier to use than other models. It only took about ten minutes for everyone in Class 8 to learn it.
Watching the new recruits assemble their guns and carry them on their backs.
Lao Pao nodded, walked to his bed, picked up his mechanical watch, checked the time and said: "Okay, now that I have mastered the disassembly and assembly, I have wasted some time just now, so I will not learn how to clean the gun for now."
"Seeing you guys like the snow, let's go practice our shooting moves in the snow."
Lao Pao had just finished speaking.
Chen Mo clearly felt that his chests were puffed up when he was with his old brothers in front of him.
The excitement is a bit too much.
He raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, feeling a little helpless.
I like snow, but that doesn’t mean I like practicing gun-holding movements in the snow.
That's just asking for trouble.
"Not bad, this is more like what we are doing." Lao Pao seemed very satisfied with the performance of his classmates, and patted Zhu Gaituan on the shoulder with a smile.
Then he said seriously, "Everyone, put on your cotton coats, cotton shoes, cotton gloves, and fur hats."
"Deputy, take everyone to the water room downstairs and have everyone fill their kettles with water."
"Gather at the training ground in three minutes."
"yes."
Now that the order had been given, Chen Mo had no choice but to carry it out. He took the lead and everyone took their own kettle and ran to the water room to fill it with water.
The blizzard is still going on, and the ground has been covered from one centimeter thick to nearly ten centimeters.
When the people from Class 8 arrived at the training ground after stepping through the deep and shallow snow pits, they realized that there was more than one class here.
Those wicked and smoky squad leaders seemed to like this extremely bad weather.
Everywhere you can see sturdy "snowmen" half-kneeling on the ground, practicing shooting.
It seems that those "comrades in distress" from other classes arrived earlier.
"Everyone, look to the right."
“Look forward.”
Lao Pao simply reorganized the team, stepped on the snow on the ground, grinned and said happily: "You like snowy days, actually I like it too."
"It's rare that you're all in such a good mood. Let's practice the key points of shooting today."
"Let me start by saying, according to the information sent back by the brigade headquarters, our shooting competition with the 82nd Brigade will be divided into three events: standing 100-meter shooting, kneeling 150-meter shooting, and prone 200-meter shooting."
"How should I put it? It's indeed a bit difficult for you, but the headquarters said that in a few days, the new recruits will have shooting practice, and each of them will be given 30 rounds of ammunition for target practice."
"The first five rounds of practice shooting will not be recorded. The remaining twenty-five rounds will be five in the standing position, and ten each in the kneeling and prone positions."
"In order to achieve good results in the competition, the higher-ups have increased the number of bullets rationed, and what we need to do is to do it before then."
"Everyone, practice your shooting skills, understand?"
"clear!!"
Thirty bullets! Even Chen Mo had to admit when he heard this number that this armored brigade had a really solid foundation.
He was in the motorized infantry unit at the time, and during the recruit period, each person was only allowed a pitiful five rounds, and after that, he had to wait until he was assigned to a new company before he could fire again.
Not so arrogant at all.
But arrogance also has a price.
After Lao Pao finished his instructions, he demonstrated the key points of shooting in a kneeling position.
Including Chen Mo, seven people were arranged to half-kneel and line up in a row with guns in hand.
Lao Pao himself walked around the queue and carefully hung the water bottles that each person brought with them on the gun barrels.
After finishing his work, he clapped his hands and said, "Keep this position and don't move. When the snow on your guns is five centimeters thick, you can finish."
"Don't even think about cheating, I can see you."
After saying that, Lao Pao turned around and walked away with the snow crunching.
He didn't even correct everyone's shooting movements, he just asked them to hold the gun with the butt against their shoulders.
Chen Mo gritted his teeth, slightly adjusted his gun grip, squinted his eyes, pressed his face against the butt of the gun and began to endure.
You have to endure it.
It is snowing heavily and the temperature should be around minus six or seven degrees Celsius, although the winter in Shanxi Province is not as extreme as that in the Northeast.
But the problem is that when I was kneeling and holding the gun, my right knee was stuck in the snow.
In less than three minutes, my knees and feet were numb from the cold, and waves of chilling coldness continued to penetrate my knees, eroding the remaining warmth in my body.
Apart from the rustling sound of snowflakes falling on my body, I couldn't even hear the breathing of my comrades beside me.
In this situation, Chen Mo suddenly remembered a lyric for some reason.
"The cold wind blows the fallen leaves."
"Deputy class leader, what are you thinking about?" When Chen Mo was immersed in his own inner world, Yang Dali beside him suddenly asked.
"Think of a song."
"I was wondering why it sounded like you were humming. Sing louder and let us hear it."
"Forget it. I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it after I sing."
Chen Mo thought of the rumor about "Green Flower in the Army". Although it was not so exaggerated that the song was listened to in the morning and the people were running at noon, but in this scenario.
This song is definitely not suitable for listening to.
"Deputy squad leader."
"Um."
"I see you're quite popular in the company and even appeared in the newspaper. Did you train with anyone before you joined the army?"
"No."
"Have you decided where to go after training? I heard from some recruits in my class that there's not only a reconnaissance company, but also places where you can drive cars, drive tanks, feed pigs, and cook. It sounds really mysterious."
"I think I'll go to the reconnaissance company."
"Oh, I don't know where I want to go either. Then let me follow you."
"I'll follow."
"And me."
A group of new recruits knelt in a snow pit, facing the blizzard and imagining the future.
In the first half hour, everyone was chatting happily in low voices.
But gradually, no one spoke anymore.
The people in Class 8 gradually merged with the snow and became a new row of "snowmen".
Chen Mo didn't have the strength to speak, his whole body was almost numb from the cold.
Even wearing thick gloves on my hands didn't help, and the pain in my fingertips felt like being pricked by needles.
As for what Lao Pao said, that you can rest once the snow accumulates on your gun to five centimeters, that is pure nonsense.
There is a water bottle hanging in front, and no one can stand the action of holding a gun for the first time.
If you move it from time to time, the snowflakes won’t stay at all.
The Taocun military camp experienced heavy snow for the first time, which really made many new recruits very happy.
But this excitement didn't last long.
Practice gun holding in the morning and do the same in the afternoon.
But on the evening of the 18th, which was Monday night, the blizzard finally stopped.
Under the leadership of the veterans, the entire second company of recruits divided the area into sections and was responsible for clearing all the snow.
It took nearly three hours of continuous fighting to clear the snow from all the roads and training grounds in the camp.
As a result, it rained again at night
For three consecutive days, the snow fell intermittently. Everyone was so excited when they first saw it, but later they became afraid to see snow again.
But is it okay to just be afraid?
The training for the tactical week was only suspended for one day on Monday. In the following days, they climbed under the tactical wire mesh. Some of the soil was frozen, and they had to crawl over it again and again until it melted.
Every day I am either fighting with mud and water, or on my way to fight.
The two sets of camouflage uniforms issued were impossible to keep clean. They would become as dirty as if they had not been washed in less than ten minutes after being changed into new ones.
When Chen Mo and his friends returned to the dormitory every day, the first thing they did was to throw the mud that had dried on their clothes against the wall.
Throw off the mud, dust it off, fold it up and put it in the closet so that it doesn't affect your ability to wear it the next day.
After evening roll call, I take time to sew my own clothes.
It is necessary to sew them. As the tactical training becomes more and more intense, the uniforms of the new recruits in each class will be torn.
If you are a little lazy, the camouflage on your body will be torn into pieces, and a large part of the sweater and trousers underneath will be exposed.
To be honest, Chen Mo was quite depressed about this matter.
At first, when his clothes were torn, he didn't have to sew them himself. He just went to the clothes drying yard and could always coordinate one or two similar pieces.
It's okay to wear it.
But later on, there were so many torn clothes that there were no complete clothes left in the clothes drying yard, so I had to learn to sew them myself.
This is not.
Thursday, January 21st.
Just after the evening roll call, everyone in Class 8 dragged their tired bodies back to the dormitory.
Another day of being trained.
As soon as they arrived at the dormitory, they quickly brought their stools and sat down to survive. Some of them were not very particular and just lay down on the ground without caring about their image at all.
"Oh my god, if I keep practicing crawling tactics like this, I'm going to be ruined."
Yang Dali swung his arms, tilted his head back with lifeless eyes.
Chen Mo walked to the metal cabinet, took out a bag of thread from it, ran to the lamp and squatted down to thread the needle, preparing to sew his camouflage uniform.
When Lao Pao walked into the dormitory and saw people squatting, sitting or lying inside, he didn't look unhappy.
Instead, he casually moved a stool to the door and sat down, staring at Chen Mo who was threading a needle. Then he turned to the others and said with a smile: "What's wrong? Can't you bear this little bit of training difficulty?"
"It's time for another housekeeping inspection tomorrow. Remember what I told you."
"Also, the company has been notified that a military doctor from the training team will be coming tomorrow morning to teach you battlefield first aid."
"The subjects are not difficult. They teach how to bandage, stop bleeding, fix wounds, and various precautions for transporting the wounded."
"I'll be supervising tomorrow. I have only one request: you must learn as the guards teach you."
"No one should let me down. I've already explained the importance of this subject, and it's very easy."
"Do you understand?"
"clear!!"
Everyone in the class responded in unison.
In fact, for the current Class 8, as long as they don’t have to touch guns, learn tactics, or deal with mud, they can do anything.
Learning battlefield first aid is not really necessary, so what's so difficult about it?
"Okay, stop being lazy."
"Let's see what the squad leader does next. The guard training team will come tomorrow to teach the people of the Seventh Brigade. You represent the soldiers of the Seventh Brigade. You must not only study hard but also do it seriously."
"Wash the clothes that need washing and sew them if necessary. Otherwise, when people come tomorrow, what will you look like in tattered clothes?"
"Also, the tactical week is over, and subsequent training will be a combination of various subjects, so it might not be as tiring as this week."
"But all training will have strict passing scores. We will all change uniforms before the New Year. Not only you, but also the officers in the company will need to change."
"We also have to organize the competition, and our time is very tight, so we have to work hard too."
After Lao Pao gave some instructions, he walked to the metal cabinet, took out a notebook and pen, and left the dormitory.
Dress Up
After Chen Mo muttered to himself as he threaded the thread, he got up from the ground, sat on a stool and began to sew clothes.
But I was thinking about changing clothes.
It seems that my previous guess was correct, and the 1999 military rank adjustment will indeed be implemented.
I just don't know what level of non-commissioned officer a second-level professional sergeant like Lao Pao can be promoted to based on his qualifications.
If calculated by years of service, the second-level professional sergeant is equivalent to the fourth-level non-commissioned officer.
However, this kind of military rank adjustment, especially the adjustment concerning non-commissioned officers, completely abolished the volunteer soldier rank, according to what Chen Mo knew.
The benchmark is not just about the number of years.
Many units will give great preferential treatment to these old volunteers who are still in the army.
There is a high probability that the veteran will be transferred to a fifth-level non-commissioned officer.
Don’t underestimate the fifth level of the 1999 military rank system. Anyone who can make it to this level in the army is really not a good person.
While sewing clothes, Chen Mo suddenly thought of the 82nd Brigade and An Zhentao, whom he had never met.
That guy can make enemies with Lao Pao, so he is probably a Lao Pao himself. He should not be fired, right?
Chen Mo speculated maliciously.
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