Chapter 78: Could this be An Zhentao?
More than two minutes after the emergency assembly whistle was blown, all 73 recruits of the second company had arrived and lined up downstairs.
Cheng Dong took a deep breath, walked around the queue a few times, and patted the backpacks of the new recruits. Fortunately, the backpack-packing techniques were quite skilled, and at least no one was broken apart by the company commander's palm.
"Comrades, today is the day we compete with the 82nd Brigade."
"Do you know what a competition is?" Cheng Dong walked to the front of the line and stood there. He glanced at everyone and said, "A competition is about competition. Only the best can win."
"It's useless to just say who you are and what you are a hero. You have to show it on the field."
"I don't want to talk about friendship first, competition second. When you come to the 82nd Brigade, everyone must show their best spirits."
"Don't lose face."
"Fight with all your might. Even if your opponent is a wolf, you must tear off a piece of his flesh for me. Do you understand?"
"clear!!"
During the early morning mobilization exercise, a group of privates were woken up with greater resentment than anyone else. They knew they were going to do motorized infantry, and the slogans they shouted were so loud that it made their ears buzz.
"good."
"This is the spirit a soldier should have."
Cheng Dong was quite satisfied. He then pointed to the parked vehicles nearby and said, "Let's not waste any more time. Classes, please get on the buses."
"Squad leader, please check the headcount. We will depart in five minutes."
Mobilization completed.
The attendant quickly ran to the front of the queue and shouted, "Everyone, turn right and get on the bus."
"The car is a bit crowded, those who got on first please go inside."
With loud shouts, Chen Mo led the team to get on the bus with a backpack on his back, waiting for their turn as Class 8.
I took a look inside and wow, it’s not even crowded at all.
There were more than 20 people sitting in a military truck, and each of them was carrying a backpack. It was like transporting piglets, and their treatment was even worse than that of piglets.
Because this kind of military card certainly cannot pull more than 20 pigs, but it can definitely pull more than 20 soldiers.
Class 8 was a little late, so there was only room left at the rear of the carriage, and even there, seven people had to be crammed in.
Chen Mo took great pains to squeeze out his own little space, took off his backpack, held it in his arms, and sat on the iron plate.
Lao Pao stood outside and counted the number of people at get off work. After confirming that everyone was there, he brought over a winnowing basket after a while, which was filled with steaming hot buns.
"Come on, pass the buns inside. Take as much as you can eat. Don't waste anything. If you can't finish it, put it in your bag first."
"Deputy, please sit in the back and pay attention. If the car stops midway, do not get off without instructions."
"yes."
Chen Mo nodded. He only kept one bun for himself and passed the rest to the inside.
The military truck was dispatched slowly.
Zhu Gaituan, who was sitting opposite Chen Mo, grabbed seven buns in his hand and ate them so voraciously that he straightened his back and stretched his neck to eat.
After finishing one in three bites, he looked up and found that Chen Mo only had one bun in his hand, and he was eating it very slowly, with a gentle demeanor as if he was chewing it slowly.
Zhu Gaituan was a little surprised: "Deputy, you have no appetite today?"
"It's okay. I don't want to eat that much."
Chen Mo grinned, then quickly devoured the bun in his hand. It was the right time for a grown man to eat.
If he eats to his heart's content, he can finish eight or nine of these buns filled with oil residue mixed with cabbage and radish.
The key is that he doesn't dare to eat it.
In his previous life, he was a motorized infantryman. He knew about motorized infantry units. Besides motorized infantrymen, who else didn't know about them?
There is no doubt that it must be the motor vehicle soldiers who take the motorized infantry to the field for training every day.
These caracals are so evil that I often want to strangle them to death.
In the words of the motor soldiers, our motor company's cars dare not go fast when pulling pigs because the pigs will jump out of the car if they get dizzy. We dare not go fast when pulling cabbages because the cabbages will fall apart due to the bumps. We dare not go fast when pulling artillery shells for fear of explosion.
The only thing I did was to pull my comrades along, and I ran as fast as I could. The reason was that we were great soldiers of the Republic, and we had a will of steel, and even if we fell, we would climb up by ourselves.
There is no need to worry at all.
In the small group of motor vehicle soldiers, there has always been a saying that their mission is to deliver, and as for their comrades, it is enough for them to stay alive.
At that time, Chen Mo went to a place far away for training and suffered a lot, so it’s better for him to eat fewer buns.
They had just joined the army more than a month ago, and when the car company picked them up, they were a group of new recruits and were not very relaxed.
Now that everyone has been awarded titles, there is probably nothing to worry about.
Chen Mo would not take the chance to think that the armored brigade's motorized company would be stronger than the motorized infantry brigade.
He ignored his comrades who were eating happily beside him, but just hugged his backpack tightly to protect himself, and rested his chin on the quilt.
It was still pitch black outside and the car was crowded, but it was actually quite warm.
No one spoke, everyone was eating buns in silence.
At first, the convoy was driving fine in Tao Village, but when the four military trucks were far away from the residential area.
The speed of the vehicle began to increase significantly.
Suddenly, there was a loud "bang".
Chen Mo felt as if his butt was suspended in the air for a moment. Even such a crowded carriage could shake him up, and half of his body was numb from the vibration.
Fortunately, Chen Mo was mentally prepared in advance and didn't think anything of it.
But other people can't do that.
Zhu Gaituan was eating a bun when he was caught off guard and the bun hit his face directly.
"Damn, drive slower." Yang Dali also looked up and shouted.
But is it useful?
Obviously useless.
Next, what Chen Mo was most worried about happened.
When a military truck is driving on the road, it must step on the accelerator when it encounters a pothole, and it must accelerate to turn at a curve, especially when it encounters a bumpy road like a washboard.
Just step on the accelerator and drive hard.
The whole carriage was like a roller coaster, swaying from side to side, with loud bangs and even crashing heads onto the iron plate.
Chen Mo sighed inwardly and quietly moved his position. He grabbed the iron frame with both hands and tried to sit more firmly.
But this was just after breakfast.
The people sitting inside will definitely not be thrown out, but if people can't get out, something else will always come out.
In less than half an hour, the first "vomit" was heard in the carriage, and a chain reaction followed.
Chen Mo didn't know how long the car had been on the road, but it was quite unbearable.
Sometimes he suspected that the people in the motor vehicle company were spies sent by the motorized infantry company, and that they were going there to compete with them and test their physical strength.
If this is the case, how many people will be able to stand upright when they get there?
Fortunately, Cheng Dong noticed something was wrong halfway through the journey and pulled over to the side of the road, resting for half an hour.
During this period, the group of reconnaissance veterans often went to talk with the car soldiers in the distance, while Chen Mo and his men used the fresh water in the kettle to clean the vehicles.
Wait until the carriage is cleaned.
Everyone sat nearby, waiting for the water inside to dry up almost completely and for the new recruits to rest and recover their energy.
The convoy set out again.
This time it was much better, at least I knew to avoid the potholes, but it wasn't much better, the car was still bumpy.
By noon, the convoys of the 7th Armored Brigade began to gradually converge and drove into the residential area in rows.
Chen Mo sat in the back of the car, looking at the road outside which was becoming more and more familiar. He stretched his head to glance outside and it seemed that he had been driving for about twenty minutes.
When he saw a gray stone tablet with the words "Crouching Tiger Bay" standing by the roadside, the memories that had been buried in Chen Mo's mind for many years poured out like a flood.
After getting familiar with it, after entering Wohu Bay, every street and every building here are extremely familiar.
Chen Mo clung to the back edge of the carriage with both hands, staring blankly outside. In his previous life, when he was training new recruits for the 82nd Brigade, it was in Wohu Bay.
The training base here is relatively spacious and much larger than the entire Taocun military camp.
As far as I remember, the reason they were arranged here was because Wohu Bay was originally the logistics compound of the 82nd Division and the location of the hospital.
Including the chemical defense company and anti-aircraft artillery battalion directly under the division, they are all stationed in Wohu Bay. Due to the downsizing of the 82nd Division in 1998, all units in Wohu Bay were relocated to Ma Junying.
This place was empty anyway, so it was used by the brigade and designated as a training camp for new recruits.
Soon, we arrived at the Wohu Bay camp.
Since Chen Mo was not in the front row of the vehicle, he tilted his head to look forward but could not see the scene inside the camp.
"Deputy, what are you looking at?"
Yang Dali saw that Chen Mo was looking outside, so he also took a look, but didn't find anything different.
"fine."
Chen Mo shook his head and said nothing more.
But soon, Yang Dali couldn't ask anymore.
As their vehicles lined up to enter the Wohu Bay camp, it was so quiet outside that there was no movement at all, but they only noticed it when they got inside.
The camp's roads were lined with soldiers, some of whom were looking up at the military vehicles passing in front of them.
These people, like Chen Mo and his men, all have the rank of private, but the difference is.
They sat in the car, either hugging or carrying backpacks.
The privates standing outside were fully armed, each holding a gun tightly in their arms, wearing a helmet and a bullet belt, staring at the people in the car like hungry wolves.
Chen Mo took a quick look and compared the overall momentum of the motorized infantry. He had to admit that the morale of the 82nd Brigade was very high.
These privates were all very thin, with bright eyes. Their uniforms were much more torn than those of the Second Company, and the dust on their pants seemed impossible to wash off.
The green military uniform is almost dyed into a dusty gray.
"Deputy squad leader, why do I feel like these people are looking at us like enemies?"
Yang Dali grinned at the soldiers outside the car for a while, then turned his head to ask.
"How normal."
Chen Mo nodded noncommittally and said, "When two brigades compete, it's all about the reputation of both units. It's not just us who want to win."
“They want to win more.”
“We’re not enemies once we get on the field, but we’re almost there.”
"Damn it, they are so arrogant, we must deal with them." Zhu Gaituan also stretched his head to look outside.
They are all young men who have trained for more than a month. They all have the same responsibility, so who would be afraid of whom?
The new recruits sitting sideways in the carriage couldn't see the situation outside, so they all pricked up their ears to listen to what Chen Mo and the others were talking about.
That guy was so excited just by hearing that he shouted to get out of the car and beat them up.
"Scholar, beat these guys hard in the competition arena and kill them."
"That's a must."
Chen Mo smiled and raised his hand to respond to the indignant recruits inside.
The vehicle drove through a long aisle and stopped. As soon as it stopped, the squad leader's roar came from outside.
"Get off the bus, get off the bus, each class should take a headcount, assemble, quickly."
Finally arrived.
Chen Mo grabbed his backpack with one hand and pressed the iron frame at the back of the carriage with the other hand and fell to the ground. Then, they quickly gathered in groups towards the gathering place of the second company.
The convoys of the various companies of the Seventh Brigade did not set out together, but they arrived together.
After roll call, four companies with nearly three hundred people began to gather together.
When they first arrived at a new place, many new recruits also looked at the buildings of the Wohu Bay military camp while lining up.
After looking around, the sense of freshness that had just arisen quickly disappeared without a trace.
There's nothing else to worry about, it's mainly Wohu Bay, which is even more dilapidated than the Taocun military camp. Take the second company dormitory area, auditorium, and canteen for example.
Although the place where they lived and ate was a bit shabby, it was still a bungalow after all.
On this side, all the buildings you can see are low tiled houses, standing in rows.
The overall environment is indeed a bit rough.
After the Seventh Brigade's formation was complete, the new recruits were observing their surroundings. Cheng Dong and the other three company commanders stood in the distance, communicating with the cadres from the 82nd Brigade.
A group of people were chatting and laughing while smoking for about ten minutes.
Cheng Dongcai finished his conversation, came to the front of the queue, and said loudly: "Everyone, please speak."
"I just communicated with the comrades from the 82nd Brigade. It's noon now. Each class will first go to the dormitory and then go to the cafeteria for lunch."
"At 2:30 pm, after lunch break, the competition will officially begin."
"The first event is the 5,000-meter race. Due to the large number of participants, it will be an elimination-based event. Anyone who fails to run the 5,000-meter race in under 20 minutes will be eliminated and disqualified from subsequent competitions."
"The second event is the armed 5km cross-country race. It's also an elimination race. Anyone with a score below 22 points will be eliminated."
"Only the top 30 in the two elimination rounds will receive bonus points. Your squad leader will make the specific announcement later."
"Alright, each class leader will go to the dormitory first."
"Dismissed!!"
The word "knockout" is very unfamiliar to many recruits, but the word "elimination" is not unfamiliar.
Seeing that the competition hadn't even started yet, the company commander came up and announced the elimination, which made many people feel uneasy.
But before anyone from Class 8 could speak, Lao Pao came over and glanced at the number of people in the queue.
"Let's go and sort out the dormitories first."
Now that the squad leader had spoken, everyone had no choice but to suppress their thoughts and line up to follow Lao Pao's footsteps.
The dormitory area was a bit far from where they parked. It had been so long that Chen Mo couldn't quite remember the layout of the area, mainly because the Wolong Bay camp was too large.
On the way to the dormitory area, each class also needed cadres from the 82nd Brigade to lead the way.
A large group of people were walking on the road with backpacks on their backs. New recruits from the local area would pass by from time to time on both sides. Every time they stopped, they would look towards the team.
Yang Dali is always very busy, busy squinting, busy smiling, so mean and disgusting.
Whenever someone glared at him.
That guy, Yang Dali was like a gossip, raising his little finger, making a subtle "Pooh" sound, raising his head with an arrogant and provocative expression, trying to defeat the other party mentally first.
The 82nd Brigade is no pushover.
Several people were so angry that their faces turned red. They pointed at Lao Yang with obvious threats.
Whenever this happens, Chen Mo will take the lead and lead the people in Class 8 to fight back collectively.
Anyway, just do some small actions to piss off the other person.
When comrades in the same class bully others, they can turn a blind eye and a deaf ear, but if they are bullied, they must unite to face the outside world.
In fact, how could the cadres leading the 82nd Brigade, including the old gunners walking in the front, not know about these little moves?
Of course he knew that inside and outside the team, several people were jumping up and down like monkeys, but the veterans didn't care about such things at all.
As long as things don't go too far, it's best for soldiers to retain their bloodiness. Fighting or being beaten is nothing at all.
Soon, we arrived at the dormitory area.
Chen Mo and his classmates in Class 8 were assigned to a dormitory that was also a red brick and tile building. On the wall at the entrance of the dormitory, there was a circle painted with white paint, and a "5" was written inside the circle. We don't know what this number means specifically.
Anyway, the environment in the dormitory is not very good.
The ground was pure natural soil, trampled hard, not to mention tiles, it wasn't even cement.
There were six bunk beds inside. Since this type of tiled house had no rear windows, the entire house was pitch black even during the day.
Lao Pao was the first to throw his backpack onto the lower bunk at the door. Then, he pointed to the remaining beds and said, "Don't move the packed backpacks. Just pick your own bed and put it there."
"Hurry up and remember the location of the dormitories."
"Let's go have lunch now."
There was really nothing to clean up in this kind of environment. After Chen Mo put his backpack on the lower bunk next to Lao Pao, he straightened his military uniform a little.
He strode up to Lao Pao and asked, "Squad leader, who is An Zhentao?"
Hearing this, Lao Pao glanced at Chen Mo, put his hands on his hips, and thought for a moment: "Play well. You should be able to see from this competition that the people on the 82nd Brigade should have trained much harder than us."
"Be alert and don't lose face. Don't worry about anything else."
After Lao Pao finished speaking, he took the lead and walked out of the dormitory, leading everyone to the cafeteria.
Did he not want to say it, or did he think the 7th Brigade as a whole was not good enough? Chen Mo considered it on his own.
I don't quite understand what the monitor is thinking.
But it doesn’t matter if I don’t understand, as long as An Zhentao leads the new recruits and as long as he is still here.
I just don’t believe I won’t meet him.
In the competition, Chen Mo came here just to get first place.
Since he is the first, he will defeat anyone who leads the soldiers, no matter which company they are in the motorized infantry training.
Even if you meet a familiar comrade from your previous life, you still have to show your true colors.
This is not because Chen Mo is blindly confident, nor does it mean that he does not take his opponents seriously. When he gets on the field, no matter who comes, he will fight with all his strength.
All he has relied on is his own strength.
As expected, the canteen on the 82nd Brigade's side was still a red brick and tile building with rows of houses running horizontally from north to south.
Judging from the layout of the buildings, this should be the place where cadres from the division hospital used to come and eat.
After all, if any larger front-line grassroots military camp garrison builds a canteen, it will not be so stingy. The first consideration is to meet the meals needs of an entire company.
Lao Pao led everyone to look around and chose a cafeteria that seemed to have fewer people.
Just as he was about to step in.
"Lao Zhou? Haha, it really is you."
Suddenly, a shout came from about ten meters behind him.
A lieutenant colonel with a salary of 22 cents ran over with a smile and stared at Lao Pao with enthusiasm.
The man following the lieutenant colonel was also a veteran, which made Chen Mo even more surprised.
This man was also a fifth-level non-commissioned officer, but he was not as enthusiastic when he saw Lao Pao.
Standing alone in the distance, not moving a step.
Chen Mo turned his head and looked at the other person. He was a little confused. Could this be An Zhentao?
Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence? A fifth-level non-commissioned officer is not a cabbage.
Is it that easy to come across?
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