Chapter 72: The First Stop on the Journey Again - Training Model Soldiers
"Haha, Fatty Huo is really capable. It seems that the trip to the headquarters was not in vain."
When Cheng Dong held the document, his smile was like a dog being skinned, with all his yellow teeth exposed.
The new recruits were commended by the military district. This is not only a recognition of the new comrades, but also an affirmation and commendation of their reconnaissance company's work.
As the company commander, he was only responsible for supervising the training of each class, but if anyone performed well and wanted to report or publicize it, this work was done by the instructor on behalf of the company branch.
It can be said that Chen Mo’s commendation will come down.
Apart from his own efforts, the instructor's publicity efforts were also indispensable.
Suddenly I saw the commendation notice for the scholar.
A group of veterans who were checking the internal affairs also lost interest and gathered around, craning their necks to check with envy.
Someone else tried to snatch the documents from Cheng Dong.
"Go away, you son of a bitch, don't touch me."
"If you want, you can train another scholar for me."
Cheng Dong slapped away the outstretched claws one by one. He held the paper in his left hand, put his right hand on his waist and smiled: "Damn it, don't be impatient, wait for me to read it to you."
"The 63rd Group Army Headquarters Party Committee decided on January 21, 1999, to award the title of 'Training Model' to Comrade Chen Mo of the Second Training Battalion of the Seventh Armored Brigade. This is a special encouragement."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, that's great."
Cheng Dong flipped the document over and over. It only had a few lines of text, but he fiddled with it for a while before handing it to Liang Hongjie: "Has the instructor received the notice?"
"Yes."
Liang Hongjie nodded hurriedly: "It was the instructor who arranged for me to come over and tell him that he was about to go to the brigade headquarters."
"Headquarters? What are we going there for?" Cheng Dong was stunned.
"It seems they're saying we need to go to headquarters and take the new recruit commendation with us to discuss increasing the number of recruits remaining in the company and the benefits of changing ranks."
"Okay, I understand."
Cheng Dong nodded. He and Lao Huo have been partners for several years. Although they often quarreled, they had a tacit understanding on major issues.
Before he was assigned to the 63rd Army, Cheng Dong often quarreled with the Military Affairs Department, but every time he took the lead in a fight, Huo Linshan could always find various excuses for him.
Go to the division political department or even the political commissar in advance to report the military affairs department, and try to make Cheng Dong's behavior seem reasonable so that he will not be held accountable by the higher-ups later.
The two are old partners.
"Well, let's put the commendations aside. After the medical training team finishes teaching first aid today, we'll hold a general meeting tonight to give them the commendations."
"Well, Class 8's housekeeping was really good this time. They should be able to take first place."
Cheng Dong put his hands behind his back and walked around the dormitory, and indeed found no flaws.
Then he led a dozen squad leaders and marched towards the three dormitories in a mighty force.
On the training ground.
When the new recruits of Class 8 were learning bandaging, their eyes would occasionally drift towards the dormitory building.
That look was as disgusting as it could be.
While listening to the class, trying hard to pretend to be studying seriously, he kept his eyes on the window of Class 8, observing if there was any performance of flying blankets in the air or something.
When they saw the company commander, Lao Pao and others coming down from the middle dormitory building, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"Deputy class leader, didn't you see our blankets being thrown? It should be stable, right?"
Yang Dali looked at Chen Mo nervously.
"Well, I didn't see it either. It shouldn't be a problem." Chen Mo nodded.
After hearing what he said, the people in Class 8 finally relaxed completely.
But then, a bigger problem arose.
Just now, when the instructor was explaining the details of bandaging the head, waist, abdomen and shoulders, they gathered around, but the problem was that they neither listened nor watched.
Now Instructor Feng has given each of them triangular bandages, bandages, splints and other things, and asked them to practice on their own.
Yang Dali, Feng Junling, Zhu Gaituan and others were completely stunned and stood there in a daze.
I don’t know what to do next.
I saw that Class 7 and Class 9 started to pair up and practice bandaging together.
Everyone was enthusiastic about the discussion and eager to try it out.
Only Class 8 stood there without making any movement.
Feng Wenyuan looked at them strangely. He walked over and stared at them: "Why aren't you practicing?"
"Is there something you don't understand?"
to be honest.
The instructor of the guard training team is quite friendly, at least much better than Lao Pao, who either ignores everyone or beats up everyone he catches.
When a few people met such a friendly instructor, they were just about to continue speaking along with what the instructor said.
Ask him to teach it again.
Chen Mo, who was standing aside, suddenly stepped forward and said, "Instructor, no."
"Let's get started right away."
After Chen Mo finished speaking, he took the triangular bandage from Yang Dali's hand, raised his toes and tapped the ground, saying: "Lie down, let's work in pairs and practice head bandaging."
"Junling, you're in a group with Gaituan, Lao Wei, you're in a group with Lao Yue."
"Li Zhiang, you and I will be in a group. Let's practice slowly in groups of three."
Chen Mo was the deputy squad leader, and since he was the one who came to the rescue, everyone reacted quickly.
Yang Dali also lay down on the ground with peace of mind. When he was about to ask why the instructor didn't explain it again, he turned his head and saw Lao Pao coming from the direction of dormitory building three.
Maybe it was because the training ground was full of classes practicing bandaging, and there were too many people, so they didn't notice at all that Lao Pao had walked to within more than ten meters away from them.
“That was a close call.”
Yang Dali raised his hand and patted his chest. If the veterans came over, they would see that other classes had already learned and started practicing, while they were still being taught by the instructor.
God knows what Lao Pao is thinking about them in his heart with his temper.
"Deputy squad leader, did you see the squad leader coming?"
Yang Dali glanced at the veterans standing four or five meters away, watching them practice. He lowered his voice and said, "Deputy Squad Leader, your trick is useful, but it won't last long."
"Can you bandage it?"
"Remove the word 'ma'." Chen Mo grinned confidently.
It's just a head bandage.
What's so difficult about that?
He stuffed all his tools and bandages into the hands of Li Zhiang who was squatting next to him, and then deftly folded the bottom edge of the triangular bandage to about three centimeters wide with his hands, and placed the center of the bottom edge at a distance of one finger above Yang Dali's eyebrows.
Grab the two bottom edges of the triangular scarf, cross them, tie them around the ears and behind the head, and pull hard to tie a knot.
I didn't even see him move his hands, but he completed a standard cap-style bandage.
This scene made Feng Junling and Zhu Gaituan nearby dumbfounded.
Damn, no one knows how to do it anyway, so isn’t that great? There’s no pressure in just squatting and figuring it out on your own.
But the deputy class leader suddenly wrapped Yang Dali's head so beautifully that if he changed the pattern, it could be used as a headscarf.
Everyone was suddenly panicked.
Besides, if you can do it, then just do it. At least move slowly to give others some chance to copy your homework.
Not only the recruits were confused.
Even Lao Pao was a little surprised when he saw Chen Mo's bandaging technique. He knew that Chen Mo had a strong ability to accept new things and learned quickly.
But I didn't expect it to be so fast and could be used in any subject.
Disassembling a gun a few days ago opened his eyes. He never thought that bandaging, which seems simple but is actually difficult to master, could be done so quickly?
Feng Wenyuan and Ma Nao were also attracted and squatted around.
Lao Pao was standing far away and his view was blocked. He also moved and stood behind Chen Mo.
Facts have proved that soldiers who perform well are indeed more likely to attract attention.
And this attention is in all aspects.
"Scholar, I see you have quite good skills. Try bandaging this comrade's leg as you would for an open fracture of the left lower leg."
"I just taught you this."
"yes."
When Chen Mo heard the instructor's request, he nodded quickly. The battlefield rescue subjects that new recruits are exposed to for the first time are all entry-level subjects.
There is no need to consider the rescue environment or external conditions, just practice bandaging techniques.
Chen Mo recalled what the instructor had just said about ventilation, hemostasis, bandaging, fixation, and transportation.
He casually pulled off the triangular scarf on Yang Dali's head, not caring how many people had touched it, and not caring whether it was dirty or not, and stuffed it into Yang's mouth.
"Eh? Huh?!!"
Although Yang Dali is a bit silly, he is not stupid. He clearly heard the instructor say that it was an open fracture of the lower leg. What does it have to do with his mouth?
But who cares about him at this time? The wounded are just rubber men lying on the ground and have no right to speak.
Chen Mo quickly took off his shirt, folded it up and placed it under the wounded man's head.
This series of operations completely confused the new recruits from the two nearby squads, and they all stood up and gathered around to watch.
Lao Pao and Feng Wenyuan both remained silent. One was squatting, while the other was standing, just watching quietly.
Chen Mo picked up the splint and gently pressed it on Yang Dali's left calf, using the bandage and the splint to fix it little by little.
"Don't worry, comrade. You'll be fine soon. Your injuries are not serious."
"Take a deep breath. It's normal to feel a little dizzy. Don't move your legs. Okay, take your time."
During the whole process, Chen Mo would communicate with the wounded from time to time.
Poor Dali, with a triangular bandage stuffed in his mouth, he couldn't utter a word. He just stared at his legs being tangled into circles.
Seeing that Chen Mo was almost done with the fixation.
Feng Wenyuan, who had been observing nearby, said, "He was injured in the abdomen by shrapnel. He needs immediate medical attention."
"yes."
Chen Mo nodded and fixed his left calf. He then lifted up Yang Dali's shirt, sweater, and undershirt. Then a dark belly appeared in front of everyone.
Some people couldn't help but grin, but some remained silent.
Chen Mo pursed his lips. Actually, it was quite common in the 1990s to not take a bath and have your belly skin color no longer visible.
In addition, after being in the army for so long, no one cares whether you take a shower or not, and according to regulations, you are not allowed to sleep on your stomach, so everyone understands this.
But Lao Yang's situation is indeed quite serious, as it was exposed in front of more than 20 people.
He had already resigned himself to his fate and was lying on the ground with his eyes closed, thankful that a bandage was stuffed in his mouth.
Chen Mo took the disinfectant cotton from Li Zhiang, rubbed it on his waist and abdomen a few times, then took out a bandage to fix the disinfectant cotton, and began to wrap it around his stomach.
Feng Wenyuan kept looking at the scholar from the Seventh Brigade, and his admiration became more and more obvious.
Because in his eyes, the new recruit in front of him was quite perceptive. He knew how to padded the wounded to a more comfortable position and also knew how to comfort the wounded with words.
It is very rare to be able to be so comprehensive on the first contact.
He is much better than those bastards in their guard training team when they first started learning.
Even until now, there are still many members of the new recruit class in the guard training team. They don’t care about how the wounded feel, they just tell them where they are injured.
Without caring about anything else, they would just rush forward and wrap the wounded with a triangular bandage and tighten the bandage. If they didn't make the wounded scream, they would not be considered qualified.
Every time the bleeding can be stopped, but the anger is almost stopped too.
Later, Feng Wenyuan simulated several injuries in succession, and Chen Mo did not hesitate and bandaged wherever he pointed.
She only let him go after she had twisted the originally strong Yang Dali into the delicate "Yang Daiyu".
The new recruits of Class 8 originally thought that the squad leader had mastered the movements of battlefield first aid and that they would have an easy day ahead, but they found out they were wrong.
And it's so wrong.
Bandaging is just one part of the learning process, and it is also the simplest one.
There was ventilation afterwards. The new recruits in the third row saw girls in the first, second and fourth rows demonstrating the techniques of artificial respiration, while they could only face the dark and strong Ma Nao.
I felt so depressed.
This is not the end. After learning artificial respiration ventilation, there are still operations, transport and other steps.
They either worked in pairs, dragging the wounded and crawling sideways, or in groups of three, with two people carrying a stretcher and one lying on the stretcher, running wildly on the training ground.
This wild run is not for you to run properly, but for you to better understand the inconvenience of the wounded.
Some people have splints on their legs, and some are wrapped in bandages all over their bodies. At least it doesn't hurt, but it makes it difficult to move.
When a tourniquet is tied around your thigh, it really hurts, more than a real injury.
On the training ground, you can often see new recruits carrying stretchers. While running, they suddenly stumble and fall to the ground with the stretcher.
What's even more amazing is that during the transportation of the wounded, the person carrying the stretcher at the back ran to the front.
There was only one person left, holding onto the stretcher and running on the ground. The wounded man had to hold on to the edge of the stretcher with his hands, and he almost died.
There are people who do this intentionally, but they are a very small minority. Most of them have difficulty moving their legs, and because their legs are fixed with wooden boards, they cannot bend at all.
It's caused by running too fast and not being able to stop.
In short, it was what Lao Pao called a relaxing day. They practiced until five in the afternoon, when it was completely dark.
After the guards and training team left by car.
The people in Class 8 were so tired that they collapsed on the ground.
"Oh my god, what battlefield rescue? This is pure torture. It's better to practice tactical movements. At least I don't have to tie my legs."
Feng Junling curled up and sat on the ground, breathing heavily, rubbing his thigh with his hands. He was the one who fell more than ten times a day because of the tourniquet.
"Damn it, you still dare to say that?" Wei Jiahao grinned and cursed, "You ungrateful people, you threw me to the ground six times with a stretcher this afternoon. I'd rather crawl back here on my own than expect you to save me."
"What else can I say?" Yang Dali replied angrily, "I was trying to throw you. My head was bandaged, leaving only one eye exposed. My leg was strapped with a plate. My waist had four gunshot wounds and a shrapnel graze. I was wrapped up like a mummy. I was able to carry the stretcher to save you. I'm strong."
"Damn it, I don't know which of us looks more like a wounded soldier."
Chen Mo sat in front and listened to the quarrel, but he had no interest in speaking.
This was not noticeable during training, and he didn't think about it. Now that he was resting, he wanted to go to the company entrance to look at his own press release in the honor column.
Normally, the Guard Training Team has been posted, so the 82nd Brigade should be able to see it as well.
I just don't know if those motorized infantrymen will feel pressured after seeing this.
According to the timeline, about a month after joining the camp, the Motorized Infantry Iron-Footed Company should also try to carry the Type 82 recoilless gun barrel.
He arrived early this time, and he was resisting 100 pressures. I guess there will be a lot of pressure on the motorcycle and infantry side.
Chen Mo thought to himself, after a brief rest, he stood up, dusted off his body, and was about to set off.
"Beep-beep."
"Everyone gather, quickly, and count the number of people in each class."
"Gather."
When Chen Mo heard the whistle, he didn't bother to read the press release. He turned around and reminded the people in Class 8 to line up.
Limping towards the queue.
After each class reported the number of people, the company commander Cheng Dong, who had disappeared for a day, came to the front of the queue with a document, a red certificate of honor, and a brand new red flag in his hands.
It's not that everyone is sharp-eyed, it's mainly because the company commander's actions are too high-profile.
He came over holding a certificate and a red flag.
"Comrades, do you recognize the four words on this banner?" Cheng Dong's dark face almost turned into a wrinkled coal ball from laughing.
"Report, is this a training model soldier?"
The new recruit standing at the front of the line stretched his neck and aimed hard at the flag.
"Yes, it's the Training Model. This is the commendation given by the military district to a new comrade in our second company."
"Do you know how rare this award is?"
"Let me put it this way. Our 63rd Army has a total of 8,366 enlisted this year, and so far, this is the only commendation issued by the military region."
"What a great honor this is. You can imagine for yourself."
"Okay, now let's give Comrade Chen Mo a warm round of applause to receive his award."
Papapapapa
The new recruits in the queue clapped their hands vigorously when they first heard the name "Chen Mo".
He was still puzzled, wondering when another powerful person would emerge from the Second Company.
But when they saw that it was the scholar coming out from Class Eight, everyone suddenly realized what was going on.
It’s not their fault.
Those old soldiers and the company commander kept shouting "Scholar, Scholar" all day long. Not to mention the new recruits, many old soldiers didn't even know what Xiucai's real name was.
In fact, Chen Mo was also surprised when he heard his name.
Commendation from the military district.
A few days ago, he only dared to think about it. Although as long as the brigade-level unit or the division-level unit issued a press release, the military district would most likely call to inquire about the situation.
If one truly sets a good example and behaves in a representative manner, the military district will not be stingy with a commendation.
But then again.
This is just the usual practice. Many times, if there is even the slightest deviation in the process, the military district will not notice it, or other units will report it in advance.
There is no way to commend him. Just like what the company commander said, there are more than 8,000 new recruits in the entire military region this year.
No matter how confident Chen Mo is, he would not be so stubborn as to think that he is superior to others in all aspects of background and personal ability among 8,000 people.
"Congratulations, scholar."
Cheng Dong looked at Chen Mo walking forward, and he raised his hand and patted Chen Mo's shoulder with satisfaction.
"Thank you, Captain."
Chen Mo raised his hand and saluted, looking at the red banner and the big red certificate of honor in front of him.
He took a deep breath.
The motivation brought by honor is incomparable to anything else, not to mention that it is awarded by the military region.
This was the first feedback he received since embarking on his new journey.
Worth remembering.
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