Chapter 80: The feeling of pride is embodied at this moment
As soon as the competition started, some people became determined, broke through the nearly 100-meter queue, took a shortcut, and rushed towards the top students who started first.
This scene directly attracted the company commanders who were supervising from a distance.
Including An Zhentao.
In fact, the person Chen Mo met at the cafeteria door was him, but no one on the 82nd Brigade mentioned what happened that year.
The recruits had no idea.
Mainly, how to raise it?
He said that he brought five or six people with him, but was beaten on the train by an old man with a gun belt. He beat them so badly that he didn't even recognize his parents and cried and peed.
So you hold a grudge against them?
Or was he petty back then, and just because a retired soldier had offended their training team, he wanted to beat him up, but ended up failing and getting beaten up instead?
So shameful.
For this reason, no one from the 82nd Brigade mentioned the grudges of the past.
But secret competition is inevitable.
An Zhentao had indeed never fought against veterans, but he heard that the veterans were leading the new recruits this year. After rigorous training on his side, two good top recruits actually emerged from the third company and first platoon.
At this moment, he was sprinting among the people in the front.
On the field.
Chen Mo didn't know all this, but he had already set his sights on the small group of people who sprinted the fastest, broke away from the queue first, and adjusted their pace.
He exerted force with his feet again, and when he rushed to the front of the motorized infantry column, the troops on their side had already started moving.
To avoid taking shortcuts and violating regulations.
Chen Mo moved from the lawn to the runway. Several motorized infantrymen saw him coming and wanted to stop him, but Chen Mo continued to charge forward, deliberately blocking his way whenever he saw someone.
He held his breath and slammed into the opponent with his body, as ferocious as a tiger entering a flock of sheep.
Although Chen Mo's speed was slowed down again and again when he hit the person, he almost stumbled and fell to the ground.
But the effect is obvious.
Anyone who wants to stop this kind of madman should think twice.
Even the armored infantry from the 7th Brigade were stunned by the scholar's ferocity. This guy was not a scholar at all, he was just a tractor rushing around recklessly.
With such a big commotion behind, the top motorcycle riders in front naturally noticed it.
Li Xingkuan, who had been to the cafeteria at noon, turned his head to look at Chen Mo who was chasing him. He quickly adjusted his breathing and whispered, "Do you see that person behind us? He is the scholar from the Seventh Brigade."
"The one who was awarded the training model by the military region gets up early every day to run with weights."
"Adjust it and blow him up?"
Li Xingkuan's proposal was quickly responded to by several other top students.
The seven people quickly changed from a formation of fighting on their own to two columns. The speed remained the same, but they could use the people in the front row to lead the team, blocking the wind resistance and saving energy for the people behind.
As long as the people at the front of the line keep changing, they can save some energy.
This method is indeed good. They can wait for Chen Mo to catch up, suddenly accelerate, and then catch up again and accelerate again.
This cycle can be repeated no more than three times, and even people with the best physical fitness can be exhausted.
Although the method was good, they overlooked one point, that is, the scholar's physical fitness was not something they could get rid of just by speeding up.
After Chen Mo passed through layers of obstacles, his face looked a little pale from rushing too hard, and he finally caught up with Li Xingkuan and the others.
When the top students from both units met, they looked at each other.
No one said anything.
However, the few top motorcyclists who were originally moving forward at a constant speed suddenly changed and the speed of the people at the front also began to increase.
Trying to get rid of Chen Mo first.
Just when he finally caught up with him, he was no longer willing to keep pace with him and actually started to speed up.
Chen Mo sighed inwardly, then joined the team in a familiar manner, lined up behind a few motorized infantrymen, and ran with them.
You know, everyone in the military camp is thinking about striving to be the first, and the opponents in the competition are the enemies.
Such a smooth and shameless approach was something the top students of the 82nd Brigade had never expected.
What the hell, do we know you well? Why are you just following us?
The most unbearable thing was that several of them were helping the scholar block the wind.
"Scholar, how could you follow us?" Li Xingkuan turned his head and saw an armored infantryman following behind him. He felt very uncomfortable all over.
"We're all so familiar with each other, why can't I just run with you?"
With someone blocking the wind, Chen Mo finally had a chance to catch his breath and asked in rebuttal.
"Who is familiar with you?" Zhang Xiangkun curled his lips, his expression was extremely disgusting.
"Why not?" Chen Mo looked up and called out, "The guy in front of me is Li Xingkuan, from the fourth squad of the first company. The guy who just spoke is Zhang Xiangkun, and the guy in front of you is Li Xiaolong."
"My name is Chen Mo, and you call me Xiucai. Isn't that familiar?"
Everyone:
I suddenly felt very upset, but I didn’t know what to say.
As for knowing the names, they didn't find it strange. The top students of the two units were listed in each company, and it was normal for the squad leader to tell the scholar.
What's more, they went to the cafeteria to find Xiucai at noon.
"Hey, let me ask you something." Chen Mo said without hesitation, "Which of you is from the third company, first platoon, the soldier led by An Zhentao?"
"Damn it, I really can't stand you." Li Xingkuan had the worst temper and he left the queue and rushed forward alone.
They are all new recruits who have only been in the barracks for a short time. They have been instilled with the idea that they must strive for first place, that the competition field is a battlefield, and that they must win first place.
Who would have thought that the enemy would be like this?
Chen Mo didn't care that one of them ran away in anger. He continued to quicken his pace to catch up with the team and asked Zhang Xiangkun, "Old Zhang, who is from the first platoon of the third company?"
"What is wrong with me?"
"Me too. I heard you were targeting us?"
This time it was not Zhang Xiangkun who responded, but two people in the column to the right of Chen Mo spoke up one after another.
Chen Mo turned his head to look at the two of them, shook his head slightly, and said nothing more.
Instead, while the queue was still there, he quickly adjusted his breathing, which had become disordered due to rushing too hard.
Because they wasted time chatting, more and more motorized infantry and armored infantry caught up with them from behind.
But Chen Mo acted as if he didn't see it.
Always follow the team. It is not easy to run 5,000 meters without any effort. You must strive for the first place, but now is not the time to sprint.
After running another 200 meters, I saw that they changed the leader from time to time, but Xiucai was always following behind and had no intention of being in the lead. Bah, he couldn't be in the lead either.
Anyway, they felt more and more unbalanced in their hearts. As they ran, the remaining six people suddenly scattered.
Return to the queue where each team fights on their own.
The cold wind blew on his face again. Chen Mo adjusted his pace, glanced at the two soldiers in the first row of the third company, then gritted his teeth and accelerated again.
This time, Chen Mo is no longer the only one who shines.
On the runway, there were forty or fifty top soldiers from the armored and motorized infantry who had broken through the main formation and occupied a small section of the runway.
These people ran at almost the same speed, with their heads held high and their chests puffed out, rushing forward with all their might.
You have to charge.
The first place will get 50 points extra, the second place will get 30 points extra. Once the gap in the rankings is widened in the knockout round, it will be difficult to catch up.
These soldiers, who are confident in their physical fitness, join the sprint team and see who can last the longest.
The number of people increased and the attack became more and more fierce.
From the previous fifty people, it increased to seventy and eighty people.
The track began to split into two extremes. On one side was a group of people who almost maintained the speed of a 100-meter sprint, all trying to leave their opponents behind.
On one side were the remaining well-behaved privates, regardless of whether they were from the 82nd or 7th Brigade, all of them made way for the innermost runway, leaving it for these beasts to charge.
At this time, no matter whether it was Chen Mo or the top players on Mobu's side, no one could stay in the front.
After all, there are so many new recruits who have just rushed out of the queue and want to be the first.
No one was willing to fall behind, and they were not sure they could get ahead at this time.
This kind of speed sprint is the most dangerous. Some motorized infantrymen will cheat and go out in groups of three or five to find people they know, deliberately trip them up and make them fall down to pretend to march forward.
The competition on the field is becoming more and more intense.
Cheng Dong, who was standing at a distance and watching, had lost his initial excitement. As soon as he put the cigarette in his hand into his mouth, half of it sizzled and turned into ash.
It can be seen how nervous he was at that time.
"You should smoke less." Huo Linshan, an old smoker, was choked to the point of being unable to bear it. He raised his hands and fanned himself twice, then took a few steps back.
"Why."
Cheng Dong's face was gloomy. Not only him, but the other three company commanders of the 7th Armored Brigade were not in much better condition either.
The main reason was that among the people charging madly on the field, 70% were motorized infantrymen, and the remaining 30% were on their side.
And with just this 30%, after running just 200 meters, seven or eight people were ambushed by the people from Mobu's side.
Either they were tripped or pushed to the side, causing their steps to become disordered and they fell headfirst to the ground.
Looking up, he saw that the new recruits that the medical staff were taking care of were all from his side.
Only 30% remained, and in the blink of an eye it dropped by 10%.
There was no way around it. In the late 1990s, the competitive atmosphere in the army was fierce. A few years ago, the division held a company competition, and the two sides started fighting in the audience because of the competition.
It is not uncommon for stools to be everywhere.
Cheng Dong threw away the cigarette butt, raised his hand to pull off his military cap and rubbed his scalp. He was very worried about the performance of the Seventh Brigade.
After all, among the remaining two adults, even the scholar was squeezed to the back, and those rushing in the front were almost all motorized infantrymen.
If they continue like this, their 7th Brigade will not be able to get any of the top places in this year's competition, and it will be a question whether anyone can make it into the top 30 in the overall score.
If they go back with this result, the damn Wei Brigade will definitely skin all these company commanders alive.
"Haha, Old Cheng."
As the saying goes, when someone is worried, someone else must be happy.
For example, Hu Degan, the company commander of the third motorized infantry training company, had a particularly warm smile on his face, his old face was flushed, and he raised his hand to pat Cheng Dong's shoulder.
"Old Cheng, this kind of competition is really not your armored infantry's strong point. You should go back to driving. The water here is too deep for you to play."
"Bullshit, you dog thief, you don't even need to tell me what my soldiers are like."
Cheng Dong stood up, put his hands on his hips, stared at me, and started cursing.
Although Cheng Dong usually seems to be quite friendly in the second company except for his loud voice, don't forget that he is the company commander of the pretend reconnaissance company.
If you don't have the skills, how can you survive in that kind of unit?
He has a group of strong soldiers and generals under his command, and the company commander cannot scare them away if he doesn't have the ability.
From him to the old soldiers in the company, in fact, none of them are good people. They are just leading new recruits, and it is a task assigned by the political commissar. They are really suppressed.
It doesn't matter that he shouted "dog thief".
More than a dozen company commanders and instructors at the scene all laughed.
This nickname actually has a story behind it. When this group of company commanders first joined the army, there were still wolf packs active in many places in Shanxi Province. They would occasionally encounter them in the wild during long-distance training marches.
Once, Hu Degan followed the company on a training march, but he didn't encounter the old wolf. No one knew where he got a litter of wolf cubs from and brought them back to feed the squad.
From then on, the nickname of dog thief was spread by many people.
"You, it's no use scolding me."
Hu Degan was a little embarrassed by this. He looked at the old artillery standing in the distance and said in a low voice: "You pretending to be infantrymen just can't run. You really can't."
"Get the hell out of here." Cheng Dong was about to roll up his sleeves. Hu Degan just chuckled and took several steps back without saying anything.
Hu Degan knew very well the grudge between Lao Pao and An Zhentao.
The old gunner was in Cheng Dong's equipment and reconnaissance company, and An Zhentao was in the artillery company of Captain Hu.
People from the same family will definitely speak for themselves.
But Hu Degan did not dare to provoke Lao Pao. This was not nonsense. Although Lao Pao had been in the 82nd Division for a short time, only three years.
But he was also a tough guy. Many officers in the 82nd Brigade were transferred from the same year as the old gunner.
In addition to the many records of the old artillery infantry division, those honor flags are still hanging in the brigade honor room.
If he dared to show his teeth in front of Lao Pao, he would be slapped in the face, and the entire 82nd Brigade would not stand up for him.
The reason behind this is actually quite complicated.
In the matter between Lao Pao and An Zhentao, no matter who signed the agreement, Lao Pao was transferred to the 7th Tank Division, which was also stationed in Pingcheng at the time.
But the group of people who stayed behind, especially the brigade and battalion cadres, more or less felt that they owed him.
The legend of the Seventh Division back then.
Just because the nature of the incident on the train was so bad, no matter what the reason was, five or six people were beaten like that, and the news was passed back to the army from the railway department.
In the end, I was not laid off but transferred to another unit, which is already a good result.
How could Hu Degan, a captain and company commander, dare to mess with such a person?
Even if he had three times the courage, he wouldn't dare to do it.
Cheng Dong watched the dog thief stop, and he snorted twice, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and looked at the field again.
And at this time.
The crowd sprinting on the field has begun to slow down significantly.
Chen Mo was still standing at the back, with at least fifty or sixty people in front of him.
Motorized infantry training is famous for its toughness, and it's not just talk. Just looking at that sprint just now, if he hadn't trained alone frequently, he really wouldn't have been able to withstand it.
Enduring the "boom boom boom" of my chest that was about to explode.
Chen Mo took several breaths before gradually accelerating.
I didn't add more energy just now because there was no need to try too hard as we were still far from the finish line.
Secondly, there were motorized infantrymen in front of him, and it would be easy for him to be ambushed if he rushed forward. When he was running, he didn't think that he could always guard against the tricks of the old scoundrels on his left, right, front and back.
While others were losing energy, Chen Mo took action.
There was nothing in his mind but four words: "Forward, first."
Although his limbs were a little weak at this time and his feet felt like they were being weighed down by a tremendous force, there was only one lap left to the finish line.
There was only a little over a kilometer left, and he couldn't just give up like that.
The cold wind blowing on his body was so chilling that it penetrated his bones, but Chen Mo was sweating all over, and even beads of sweat were oozing from his forehead.
His steps became faster and faster, and he could hear nothing but the whistling wind.
Li Xingkuan and Zhang Xiangkun, who had first come into contact with Chen Mo, were startled when they saw that the scholar had caught up with them again.
Some people wanted to trip them up, but at that time, everyone was so tired that taking a step required a lot of strength, and no one dared to stop.
The last five hundred meters.
Chen Mo rushed from the top fifty to the top ten.
Cheng Dongyan stopped smoking, took a few steps forward, and stared at the scholar's figure with wide eyes.
Lao Pao was not as calm as usual and was also staring at the field.
In the second company, eighth squad, many people were a lap behind Chen Mo. They watched him run past them. Although tired, he ran very firmly step by step.
Yang Dali wiped the sweat from his forehead, raised his hand to press his chest, endured the pain, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Deputy class leader, come on, take first place."
The sound quickly spread like wildfire, and many people from the second company joined in the shouting.
"Xiucai, come on, you have to take first place."
"Come on, scholar."
The shouts were so low that they couldn't even be heard far away, but their eyes were burning. They were so tired. They were running along with the team, sometimes fast and sometimes slow in the competition. It was not easy for many of them to persist until now.
The motorized infantrymen who originally wanted to do something bad immediately gave up the idea after seeing this.
400 meters, 300 meters.
Chen Mo was getting closer and closer to the finish line, and the number of people in front of him was getting smaller and smaller. In the end, only Li Xingkuan, Zhang Xiangkun, and the two people in the first row of the third company were left.
200 meters, 150 meters.
Cheng Dong clenched his fists and silently thought that it would be better to get into the top five in the first elimination round than not even making it into the top thirty.
100 meters.
At this distance, if nothing unexpected happens, the final result can already be seen.
The scholar is ranked fifth, and among the top ten, there is only one person from the Seventh Brigade.
Many company commanders who were watching breathed a sigh of relief, while others shook their heads slightly. This result was both expected and unexpected.
Just when everyone thought the ranking would be determined.
Chen Mo, whose head was a little dizzy, suddenly had bright eyes.
He accelerated hard, and with a "thump", his body lost its balance and fell to the ground.
But he quickly put his hands on the ground and stood up with trembling legs.
Accelerate, and accelerate again.
The old leader's amiable face flashed through his mind, and his parents' eager eyes seemed to be right in front of him.
He is not a rookie, nor is he a young man with no experience. Chen Mo has his own obsessions.
This is the wonderful thing about human beings. When you have enough mental willpower, you can often unleash potential that you can't even imagine.
No one could tell where the scholar got this burst of strength from.
The speed is getting faster and faster, fourth place, third place, second place.
He was running, and Lao Pao, who was originally standing at a distance and watching, was also running, because he had already seen that Chen Mo's condition was not right.
If I reach the finish line and no one helps me, I will probably collapse.
First place.
When the finishing ribbon was knocked open, Chen Mo had already left the second place runner-up more than ten meters behind.
Lao Pao also appeared at the finish line in time and supported the collapsed Chen Mo.
"for how long?"
"15 minutes and 23 seconds." The veteran who was in charge of recording at the finish line responded with a blank expression.
Lao Pao nodded, took off the kettle hanging around his neck, helped Chen Mo sit aside to rest.
No one knows what Lao Pao is feeling at this moment.
But Cheng Dong in the distance stood up and changed his previous dejected look.
He raised his hand, struck a match with a "click", and took a long puff of cigarette.
He walked up to Hu Degan and blew smoke into his face with a "puff".
Then, he pursed his lips and whistled.
"Hush, hush, hey, dog thief."
"Your motorized infantrymen are not good enough. You should go back and practice more. You are really far behind."
At least at this moment, because Chen Mo won first place.
The pleasure of being proud was fully demonstrated by Cheng Dong.
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