Chapter 85: Four victories in all four battles, how can we continue this?
The distance on the field was widened.
Chen Mo himself was not in a hurry, but those watching the excitement from behind were so nervous that their hearts were beating fast.
Even Cheng Dong was irritated. He stood at the starting point with his hands on his hips, looking up and staring intently.
The look made him want to rush onto the field and give it a few pushes.
"Meng Xue, come on!!"
Zhang Xiangkun was still shouting. Yang Dali, who was standing by, couldn't bear to watch any longer. He grabbed a piece of dirt and threw it at him with a whoosh: "I'm going to yell at your sister!"
In the rest area, a group of people almost got into a fight because of cheering slogans. Fortunately, Lao Pao was standing by and he stepped in to stop the dispute.
Several company commanders and veterans of the 82nd Brigade who were responsible for maintaining order did not pursue the matter any further.
The crowd watching was in chaos, but it did not affect Chen Mo on the field.
In the second elimination match yesterday, he took advantage of the opportunity of turning a wide corner and suddenly exerted force to break the situation where the two were running parallel.
It's the 400-meter obstacle race's turn.
Chen Mo knew very well that even though his explosive power was not as good as Wu Mengxue's, he could still use the turning pole to close the distance.
The opponent rushed too hard.
If the force is not applied sufficiently, the turning rod will definitely make a large turn.
Chen Mo slowed down his pace in advance, adjusted his condition, turned a small corner, stepped over the five-step piles in succession, crossed the trench, and directly narrowed the gap between the two.
"Well done, scholar, that's it."
Cheng Dong laughed without caring about his image, leaving the group of veterans at the starting point speechless.
In the rest area watching the game at the rear, Yang Dali and his team breathed a sigh of relief, but they were not completely relieved, because they found that this time the deputy squad leader had really met his match.
Once the distance is widened, you cannot overtake.
The two men moved almost in unison, crossing the trench and flying over the low wall.
For the high diving platform, he grabbed it with both hands and stepped over the two levels at the same time.
Even Cheng Dong, who is straightforward and honest, has to admit that Wu Mengxue is indeed a rare top student.
If this kind of soldier could be assigned to a reconnaissance company like the scholar, he would wake up laughing in his dreams.
Compared with these two people, the performance of the other ten people in the entire venue almost lost all attention.
The two top athletes jumped down from the second-level diving platform, and the others barely managed to get around the turning bar.
In fact, the obstacle course movements of Chen Mo and Wu Mengxue were not graceful, let alone handsome.
The most attractive thing is the competition on the same stage and the pride among the top students.
But this time, the two of them did not maintain synchronization for too long. When they got off the single-plank bridge and climbed over the high wall, Chen Mo's movements were obviously more sophisticated.
After all, he has been in contact for a long time.
Experience is often more advantageous than recklessness in details. Wu Mengxue suffered a disadvantage because he simply could not compete with a veteran like Chen Mo in the details of climbing over the mountain.
After crossing several obstacles in succession, the distance was still left behind.
"Old Cheng, you really brought out a good soldier this year."
At the starting point, Guo Hongbing, the company commander of the 1st Motorized Infantry Company, who was also the company commander in Chen Mo's previous life, walked up to Cheng Dong.
He looked at the scholar on the field and felt a sense of emotion.
"Haha, that has nothing to do with me."
Cheng Dong took out a cigarette from his pocket and offered one to Lao Guo. Turning around, he saw Hu Degan was also there. He snorted and didn't even offer the cigarette.
He picked up one, put it in his mouth and lit it.
In Cheng Dong's opinion, his own scholar is competing with the top students of the third company. As the company commander, he must draw a clear line between them.
In fact, to put it bluntly, the two of them had no hatred or resentment towards each other. It was purely because of the matter between Lao Pao and An Zhentao that he felt indignant for Lao Pao.
Damn it, even after winning the battle, they were transferred and reprimanded. This was always a hurdle in the hearts of the veterans who knew the whole story back then.
However, Hu Degan didn't care.
What’s the point of not allowing smoking?
Not calling him a "dog thief" again in front of so many people was already a courtesy.
Guo Hongbing smiled and took the initiative to smooth things over, giving Lao Hu one cigarette. Then he nodded at Chen Mo, who had already started running back on the field, and said, "Old Cheng, your scholar doesn't look like a new recruit."
"This obstacle course is not as skilled as a veteran, but it doesn't look like the level of a rookie."
"Practice makes perfect." Cheng Dong shook his head, a cigarette between his lips. "Xiucai has had a very positive outlook since he entered the military camp."
"Even I can't put my finger on it. What's wrong with this kid? He's got a lot of stubborn muscles on his neck. During physical fitness week, he dared to challenge the veterans when he was asked to carry a flag."
"If the old soldier wasn't afraid of chasing him until he fainted, I think this kid would dare to fight him to the death."
"I'm a stubborn and hardworking person. I get up an hour and a half earlier every day, regardless of wind or snow, and practice with my backpack on my back. I practice every Sunday and go whenever I can."
"At first I was afraid something might happen, so I stood at a distance late at night and watched him a few times. But then I realized there wasn't anything wrong, so I told the kitchen staff to give him an extra meal."
"His performance today has little to do with the training required by the unit."
Cheng Dong seemed to be explaining, but also seemed to be narrating himself.
Anyway, as long as Hu Degan didn't come to ask, he could respond calmly.
After listening to Xiucai's performance in the 7th Armored Brigade, several company commanders at the scene looked at each other in bewilderment.
Before, they were still wondering.
There was a deserter in the Second Company of the Seventh Brigade's New Training Company, and they were arranged to undergo a week of reorganization. All the company commanders knew about this, but they kept it to themselves and no one told anyone else.
But how come a military district commendation suddenly popped up?
Now after listening to Cheng Dong's story, everyone finally understood what was going on with the scholar who had been in the spotlight on the field these past two days.
"It's no surprise that he can persist to this extent."
Guo Hongbing shook his head and said nothing more.
He met Xiucai last night, and today he saw how he climbed over obstacles. He didn't think he was a new recruit, so he came over to ask.
Even Hu Degan, who was quite rare, did not go against Cheng Dong. The main reason was that they saw the ruthlessness of the old man in Xiucai.
It’s true that he is a company commander, but he is also a veteran.
All of them were former volunteer soldiers. Now, they saw the soldiers who had oppressed them like old cannons and made them breathless.
A few people just felt a little emotional.
And at this time.
The fight on the field has entered the second half.
Chen Mo was two meters ahead of Wu Mengxue, but this distance was not enough to ensure a secure victory, and he knew this better than anyone else.
But it doesn’t matter, there is still one final trump card.
It’s still the same thing, his burst of power is not as good as Wu Mengxue, so he has to rely on skills to defeat his opponent.
And the trench is the last chance.
When Chen Mo ran to the front of the trench, he did not slow down his momentum. He gritted his teeth, raised his legs and jumped to the edge of the other side of the trench. He held on to the edge with both hands and turned his arms out with force.
This one hit almost knocked him unconscious.
When Wu Mengxue rushed to the trench, he saw that the scholar had already run out, and he was stunned.
In 1999, although the action of climbing the opposite edge had not yet been defined as a violation, the key point was that if you were an unskilled person, who would dare to do it?
"Damn it, I don't know how to do this move."
Wu Mengxue jumped into the trench with a depressed look on his face. When he jumped up by pushing off the wall, Chen Mo had already stepped over the three-step pile and walked around the turning pole to start the final 100-meter sprint.
At this time, the two were twenty meters apart.
Even if he replaced his lungs with iron, it would be difficult for him to have a chance to overtake.
But the top students are the top students, even if they fail repeatedly, they are still the top students.
Wu Mengxue stretched out his limbs, raised his head, and mobilized all his strength to rush towards the finish line.
Facts have proved that his explosive power is really strong. When Chen Mo pulls him for 20 meters, he can be pulled to within 6 meters.
final.
Chen Mo crossed the finish line.
"Remember, number 1, 1 minute 21 seconds 44."
Wu Mengxue arrived shortly afterwards.
"Remember, number 2, 1 minute 23 seconds 11."
The competition between the two came to an end.
Some people watching from afar sighed secretly, especially those from the 82nd Brigade. Most of them had already admitted that their top students really could not beat the scholars.
I clenched my fists unwillingly, then released them helplessly. This feeling of knowing the outcome in advance was really unbearable.
The influence brought by a top student, whether positive or negative, is unparalleled.
Last night, so many people practiced extra, and the company commander was here supervising, just to get first place.
Wu Mengxue's performance in the obstacle course alone is enough to surpass the performance of all the individual soldiers in the four companies of recruits in the 82nd Brigade.
Even with this, I can't even beat a scholar, how else can I compete?
Especially since I heard that this guy is a damn accurate shooter, there's really no way he can survive.
An Zhentao stood in the crowd and saw the result. He shook his head slightly and left the competition venue because he knew there was nothing to watch next.
Lao Pao puffed out his chest and said nothing.
Many times, veterans fight with each other for this kind of pride. If they win, they are happier than winning an award themselves.
On the other hand, the guy from the 7th Brigade was celebrating like it was New Year's Day, standing there clapping his hands vigorously, trying to cause more trouble for the people from the 82nd Brigade.
The two people who had just arrived at the finish line had frighteningly pale faces. Obstacle running sounds easy, but after four hundred meters, it can really take half a person's life.
"Mengxue, go and have a rest." Guo Hongbing walked over, comforted the scholar, and patted Wu Mengxue on the shoulder.
"You two are both good soldiers. There are still exams to come. Don't be discouraged. Prepare well. At least set a good example for the other comrades."
Chen Mo nodded and said nothing.
I raised my legs and was about to sit down and rest for a while, after all, there were still many subjects to take.
But he was about to leave.
Wu Mengxue suppressed his pounding heart, looked up at Chen Mo and shouted, "Scholar!"
"Um?!"
"There's also bomb dropping and crawling tactics later on. Can the subjects be connected? Let's compare them?"
Wu Mengxue's eyes were bright, but filled with reluctance. He was really unwilling to accept this and couldn't understand where the scholar came from.
He hardly trained with the rest of the class in the recruit company. His platoon leader accompanied him in morning exercises every day, and he suffered no less than the scholar.
Why can't I win?
"Nonsense, that's not even the right length." Hu Degan came over and grabbed Wu Mengxue: "Go and have a rest. Once you've rested, you can compete with the scholar again."
"Captain, I...I don't need to rest."
Wu Mengxue was stubborn and didn't want to move, still staring at Chen Mo.
Seeing this, Cheng Dong walked up to Chen Mo and looked at him. Before he could ask anything, Chen Mo nodded.
"Then compete." Cheng Dong was straightforward. He waved his hand and said, "Go, clean up the bombing range."
"Bring the training ammunition over here."
Cheng Dong spoke in a very proud manner.
But no one noticed that when he turned his head to give instructions, the guy made faces so distorted that his facial features were almost distorted.
The veteran who was in charge of recording the results next to him was smart enough to know how to delay time.
The man ran away and didn't get any training bullets for a long time.
Chen Mo and Wu Mengxue sat beside the "Z"-shaped pit in the bombing range. They rested until their strength was almost recovered, but they didn't see any training bombs.
The company commanders were not in a hurry and tried to stand as far away as possible and chat.
In the distance, the group of eliminated onlookers outside the white-gray line were dumbfounded. Yang Dali would occasionally turn his head to look for the veteran who had just left, and couldn't help muttering: "Damn, is he going to make grenades?"
"It's been so long, even if I were to run five kilometers I should have finished it."
Chen Mo was quite happy with his leisure time. He sat at the edge of the pit, looked at Wu Mengxue, who had been very quiet, and couldn't help but smile: "Old Wu, you are a good soldier. You know how to think about the unit."
"What do you mean?"
Wu Mengxue's eyes were a little evasive, but his tone was still righteous and confident.
"Okay, stop pretending."
Chen Mo stood up very familiarly, brushed off the dust on his butt, walked around, and sat in front of Wu Mengxue.
"We just finished the obstacle course. With the two of us in that state, whether it was bombing or climbing tactics, our hands and feet were so weak, who could have done better?"
"Is it you or me?"
"Our results aren't good. The final tally will be based on time, and the first-place bonus will be calculated. I'm definitely not going to be able to maintain first place in either event. If someone from the 82nd Brigade can take first place, they'll be able to close the gap with me. If I make another mistake later, you guys will be able to overtake me."
"You drag yourself into this, trying to kill my score, and plotting points for other comrades. Isn't that considered a good soldier?"
"I"
Wu Mengxue was stunned and couldn't speak for a long time.
Because what the scholar said was basically right, but he didn't think it was that complicated.
Just now I was thinking of taking advantage of Xiucai's fatigue and dragging him to compete in the other two games to give the 82nd Brigade a chance to catch their breath.
Otherwise, if one person takes first place every time, there will be no need to compete later.
What a joke.
Every time a player won first place, the comprehensive score was 20 points higher than the second place. After three games, Wu Mengxue's total score was 60 points lower than Xiucai, and the others were even worse.
There's no comparison.
"Okay, who can't see what you're thinking?" Chen Mo didn't think it was a big deal. He pointed at the company commander in the distance and said, "That group of people have seen through your thoughts."
"Otherwise, it's just a training round, not a cannon, so why would it take so long?"
"Scholar, you are a devil."
Wu Mengxue, who is not good at communication, blushed and cursed angrily.
"I'm not a devil. Even if I win, I always win with virtue."
Chen Mo seemed to be addicted to preaching. He simply crossed his legs, reached out and poked Wu Mengxue's shoulder and said, "Don't feel ashamed of losing to me. There are many top students in the army."
"Being defeated in a competition isn't shameful. It's truly shameful when your confidence is shattered."
"What does a temporary victory or defeat mean?"
"You should feel honored to meet someone more outstanding than you. You should strive to make further progress in the future."
What the scholar said seemed to make sense to Wu Mengxue. He was about to nod when he suddenly realized something.
Damn, you should feel honored to meet someone better than you. Isn't this just the scholar bragging about himself?
"I finally understand why you are called Xiucai."
Wu Mengxue curled his lips: "You are so shameless."
"You really can't communicate." Chen Mo stood up and sat back in his original seat.
He didn't mean to persuade anyone, he was just bored sitting there. Besides, the words he just said were actually what he always used to motivate himself.
After twenty years of living in a muddle, no matter how strong he was, he was almost a useless person after so many years.
If I had to start over again, I couldn't keep living in a dream by relying on the achievements of my previous life.
He wants to fight, to persevere, to have his own goals, to stand in front of his old leader again with a new identity, to stop the mistakes he made in his previous life, and to make his family live a better life because of him.
But these cannot be achieved by imagination alone. It requires repeated mental preparation and reminding yourself every day.
Life in the military camp is very hard. If you are not careful, you will easily relax. Only by reminding yourself again and again can you maintain your momentum.
After the two talked for a while, they fell into a deadlock again.
It wasn't until all the recruits had finished the 400-meter obstacle race and more than a hundred of them were taken to the bombing range.
The belated training bomb finally showed up.
Subjects like bombing look easy, but it is often difficult to pass.
Especially among the new recruits, there are not many capable people.
The competition venue provides Type 67 wooden-handled grenades, and ten people are required to participate at a time.
Chen Mo and Wu Mengxue were both in the first batch. The bomb throwing rules were quite simple: three grenades each, and the average value was taken.
For example, if the three bombing distances are 51 meters, 52 meters and 53 meters respectively, the final score will be 52 meters.
If you perform poorly in one of the three throws and throw it too close, your performance will be directly dragged down to an extremely low level.
After receiving the grenade.
Wu Mengxue weighed the weight, turned his head and looked at Chen Mo who was stretching his wrist in the trench. He deliberately said, "Scholar, stop talking nonsense."
"I won't lose to you in bombing."
"You were thinking the same thing when you were running the 400-meter steeplechase just now, right?"
Chen Mo glanced at Wu Mengxue and was too lazy to argue with him.
His bombing skills were really average, not as amazing as obstacle running. After all, obstacle running was a subject he had often come into contact with in his previous life.
But then again, just because the quality is average doesn’t mean anyone can come and try to scam people.
Chen Mo didn't look at other people's preparations. He asked the armorer next to him and learned that he could start throwing.
He stepped back to guide the ball very skillfully, twisted his waist and hips, swung his arms and snapped his wrists, stood in the trench, and shot from a standing position according to the competition requirements.
The first grenade thrown was stuck 58 meters away by the ordnance officer with a small flag.
Hearing someone announcing the results in the distance, the people from the 82nd Brigade completely gave up the idea of competing with this scholar.
58 meters.
You have to know that many recruits in the company were exhausted after working hard for a long time, and many of them couldn’t even reach the passing score of 30 meters.
As for the bombing range, the better ones are only about forty meters.
As a result, the highest record was broken by the scholar, so there was no point in competing.
That’s not all.
When throwing the bomb for the second time, Chen Mo moved his wrist and threw it 54 meters under the gaze of many people at the scene.
The results were a little worse than before, but still exceeded the average of many recruits.
The third time, as the final score was decided, Chen Mo rubbed his wrists and arms.
Adjust your own state to the best, send the strength of your whole body to your hips by twisting your waist, and concentrate all the strength on your arms.
With a "whoosh" sound.
When the grenade landed, the armorer took a small flag, inserted it at 61 meters, and announced the results.
All the participants from the 82nd Brigade in the rear fell into collective silence.
The bomb throwing result is 57 meters. Currently, the four companies including Wu Mengxue do not have such a high level.
After all, the training time for recruits is still short, and they don’t have much time to practice many subjects.
Two elimination matches, one 400 meters and one bomb throwing subject.
Xiucai won all four games, and his overall score was 80 points higher than the second place.
How can we play this?
You know, the total score of many people at the scene is far less than 80.
A feeling of powerless despair permeated the stadium.
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