Chapter 88 Returning to Tao Village, it's really a narrow road for enemies to meet.
The applause has stopped, and the queue standing in the "basin" is neat and tidy, with everyone holding their heads high and chests puffed out.
Like green pines facing the vitality, rooted in the ground.
The crowd watching was too far away to see what the military medal looked like, but they could see clearly the scholar, a senior figure, and the red certificate held in the hands of the cadre.
The stimulation brought by this honor is like a shot in the arm for the private who has just entered the barracks.
Mixed with the morning energy, it poured madly into everyone's heart, and its motivational and inspiring effect was difficult for others to imagine.
This is why, no matter how busy we are or how tight the war preparations are, the commendation conference must be held.
Huo Linshan smiled, took the military medal out of the box, and pinned the five-pointed star with the words "August 1st" on the left side of Chen Mo's chest.
The ribbon with black edges, white background and three red stripes, adorned with military medals and paired with his casual uniform, made Chen Mo's overall temperament look much more solemn.
When he took the red certificate the size of an adult's palm, held the certificate in his left hand, put it against his chest, faced the queue, and raised his right hand to salute.
In the audience.
Hundreds of people held their breath and watched intently.
The first third-class merit.
It's just a pity.
The squad leader and company commander are not here, so the honor he holds is ultimately missing a few people who are happy for him.
Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief, but it didn't matter.
He will strive for more military merits to make himself dazzling, and strive to stand in front of his old leader again with a new identity in the shortest time possible.
This is his greatest obsession and goal.
Snap, snap, snap.
Huo Linshan took the lead in applauding, followed by Qiao Chunfeng. The applause from the audience was like a hurricane, one wave higher than the other.
"Comrades."
Qiao Chunfeng raised his hand to signal silence. He held a megaphone in his hand, glanced at the line below, and said loudly: "Comrade Chen Mo will stand out in this competition."
"I believe everyone has deeply felt over the past two days that the glory forged with sweat is the most perfect interpretation of all the hard work you put in during your time as a recruit."
"Of course, in addition to Comrade Chen Mo's outstanding performance, other comrades like Wu Mengxue, Zhang Xiangkun, Li Xingkuan, etc. also performed very well."
"The recruit competition is just a chance for you to strive for excellence in your future military career. Don't be discouraged if you don't get a good result."
"Because honor is earned through fighting, snatching, and even more so, fighting for it. It's never too late for you to understand this truth."
"I've been in the army for over a decade now, and honestly, I've never met anyone as hardworking as Comrade Chen Mo. He's definitely not the most talented, let alone the best."
"But he was able to step by step to reach the stage today. Comrade Chen Mo's spirit of striving for the best is always worth learning from for all of us."
"Now, I'd like to invite Comrade Chen Mo, as the representative of this competition, to share his feelings about winning first place."
"Applause and welcome!!"
Snap, snap, snap.
Qiao Chunfeng led the applause and handed the loudspeaker to Chen Mo, giving him an encouraging look.
Indicate to him that he can speak boldly.
On the contrary, when Huo Linshan saw that Xiucai was going to speak as a representative, he calmly took a few steps back and stood at the end of the stage.
It seems like he doesn't care at all.
Holding the loudspeaker tightly in his hand, Chen Mo took two steps forward and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar faces in the audience staring at him.
Chen Mo took a deep breath and said, "Let me introduce myself first. My name is Chen Mo, Erdong Chen, the Mo in dictation homework."
"Since I joined the army, many squad leaders and company leaders have called me scholar."
"To be honest, I like this name because it makes me feel like a scholar."
"I may be a scholar with extraordinary talent, but I'm here to serve in the army. I believe that everyone is like me, with a passion to serve our country, that's why we became soldiers of the Republic."
"While I was full of anticipation and longing for military life in the recruit company, I often found it difficult to adapt to the fast-paced military life. I was also confused about the path to future growth and success."
Chen Mo paused and looked at the people in the audience, who were all looking up and listening attentively.
He continued, "But confusion is only temporary. Some say ideals are like stones that can strike out sparks, while others say ideals are like fire that can ignite extinguished lamps."
“Some say ideals are lights that illuminate the path at night, while others say ideals are roads that lead you toward dawn.”
"Therefore, I believe that having goals is the key to endless power. Goals can set a clear direction for people's behavior, allowing us to clearly know what to do and clarify today."
“The ancients all said to abandon the petty aspirations of sparrows and emulate the soaring spirit of swans.”
"We should also clearly define our personal goals, because the bigger the goal, the higher the achievement we will strive for. Set a good goal."
"Many years later, I believe that we will be like geese carrying away our sorrows and mountains bearing the beautiful moon."
"Thank you everyone, and thank you to my squad leader, comrades, and all the leaders in the company for their constant support and encouragement."
After Chen Mo finished speaking, he stood at attention with a "snap", tucked the loudspeaker under his left armpit, and raised his hand to salute again.
This time, no one applauded.
In the late 1990s, many political cadres in the military camp would not speak like this.
The soldiers who join the army generally have a low level of education.
Chen Mo used his own way of writing a report as his speech on stage.
This made many people at the scene stunned.
My brain really couldn't keep up, and I couldn't quite understand what the scholar was saying, but I could tell it sounded pretty impressive.
"Well, well said."
Qiao Chunfeng was the first to react and led the applause.
In an instant, warm applause broke out again from the crowd queuing below the stage.
The awarding phase is over.
The second and third place winners came on stage later.
Perhaps because the time for war preparations was tight, the entire conference had to be shortened again and again. In fact, it had to be shortened.
Chen Mo has acquired communication skills through decades of practice. Facing a platform with hundreds of people, he can handle himself with ease, speak clearly and without any nervousness.
But other recruits may not be able to do it.
Take the second place Wu Mengxue for example, this guy is very fierce on the field.
When he got on the stage and faced the gazes of hundreds of people, he became a wimp, but at least he could still respond calmly, at most stuttering a little.
When it was Wang Hongbo's turn to speak, he was greeted with the words "Dear leader."
They can all shout "Zun Zun Zun Zun Zun Zun Zun" but they just can't say the word "respect".
This caused Qiao Chunfeng to quickly take over the loudspeaker and, without giving any instructions, announced the disbandment of the class and sent them back.
Let’s compare the two.
Chen Mo's title of "scholar" has once again been personified in everyone's mind.
On the way back to Class 8.
Especially the military medal on his chest that shone brightly as he walked.
He was even stared at by many privates, who wanted to reach out and grab him and touch him.
But they were all scolded by the old soldiers nearby who were about to take them back to the ranks.
"What are you looking at? You are not allowed to touch. If anyone wants one, you can fight for it like the scholar did."
"Do you know what that is? It's military merit, a symbol of honor for a soldier, and a recognition of someone's hard work."
"What about you guys? Ah!!"
On the way back to the queue, Chen Mo was stared at his chest all the way.
Fortunately, I am a man, otherwise, it would be a bit embarrassing to be stared at by hundreds of people.
When I returned to Class 8.
Yang Dali also rubbed his hands, staring at the medal with shining eyes. He rubbed his palm on his pants several times before saying, "Squad leader, can I touch it?"
Without waiting for Chen Mo's response.
Seven or eight pitch-black claws stretched out to the chest and touched the medal all over.
Even the ribbons on it were stained black.
Chen Mo is not a stingy person. To be honest, the third-class military medal is not difficult to obtain for a veteran at any time.
He took off the military medal very quickly and handed it to several people in the class to look at.
But he is not stingy. Wang Jianyong, who was assigned to look after Class 8, was so distressed that he grimaced.
Squad leader Wang came up and caressed the back of several people's heads with a "pa pa pa" sound.
He grabbed the medal from Zhu Gaituan's hand, glared at Chen Mo and said, "Hurry up and put it in the box."
"This is a military achievement with the 'August 1st' stamp on it. How can someone just take it and play with it?"
"And you guys, if you have the ability, go and fight for it yourself. This is the scholar's military merit, don't make a fuss."
Wang Jianyong took the box, put the military medals in it neatly, closed the lid, and stuffed it into Chen Mo's pocket.
Then he said, "Well, the cafeteria is already open for dinner, you guys should go eat quickly."
"Where can I find parking?"
"I can find it." Chen Mo nodded.
"That's fine. After dinner, let's go back to the dormitory to pack our things. We're also going back to Hedong."
"Come on, squads seven and eight, two columns, head to the cafeteria, march in step."
"Ya Er Yi, Ya Er Yi."
The queue began to leave following the crowd.
But when it came to the topic of going back to Hedong, no matter whether it was Class 8 or Class 7, everyone was not in a very good mood to eat.
Thinking about the touching driving style of those car soldiers, they had to press the car when encountering a pothole and accelerate when turning. Even after two days, it is still vivid in my mind.
I haven't even eaten my meal yet, but I'm already feeling nauseous.
"Deputy Ban, let's not eat for now. I'd rather go back to Hedong hungry."
Yang Dali gritted his teeth and whispered.
The others nodded rapidly, thinking about the smell in the car when they came here, and the fact that it was so bumpy that it could make people fly, and there were brothers who could spray wildly in the air.
In that scene, no one dared to eat, let alone drink a sip of water.
Chen Mo thought about it carefully and it made sense.
When they came, they at least had the responsibility of participating in the competition, and the company commander would remind them in the middle of the competition. But this time when they go back, the new recruits will have nothing to do.
Those old soldiers driving cars, shouldn't they be busy as much as possible?
In fact, don’t think that the car company is cheating. In fact, it is something that all units tacitly agree on.
If new recruits do not experience these, many of them will still be forced to hang on infantry fighting vehicles for training after joining the company. They will be considered to have passed the test when they no longer feel carsick.
Otherwise, when fighting, people would be sent to the battlefield in a hurry.
Everyone got off the car. They couldn't even hold their guns steady and vomited while holding onto the carriage.
Is that okay?
"Squad leader."
After careful consideration, Chen Mo quickly ran to Wang Jianyong and told him that Class 8 would not have breakfast, go back to the dormitory to pack their backpacks, pack their luggage, and gather early.
No need to think about the result.
You have to eat it.
Not all veterans can be as lenient and forgiving to new recruits as old veterans.
Chen Mo and the others were stared at by Wang Jianyong.
In the cafeteria, each of them had two steamed buns, a bowl of porridge, and some stir-fried vegetables before they were let go.
On the return trip.
Chen Mo was very tough and shameless, and insisted on sitting at the rear of the car.
The process will not be described.
Anyway, during the seven hours on the way back, Chen Mo calculated that he wanted to strangle the veteran who was driving the car to death more than fifty times.
More than 200 times, he wanted to go to the driver's seat and kick the person out so that he could drive.
When we returned to Taocun Military Camp, it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon.
As soon as the vehicle stopped, the group of car soldiers stopped and ran away.
That guy was much faster than Chen Mo during the competition. He was holding the keys in his hand like a frightened old rabbit.
In a flash, the person disappeared.
Chen Mo is not prone to motion sickness, but he couldn't stand the fumes. He vomited violently when he got off the car and almost cursed all the ancestors of the car soldier.
"Look at what you have accomplished."
"Hurry up, go to the company water room, get buckets, brooms, and mops, and clean the car."
"There's no training scheduled for today, so everyone hurry up and clean up before gathering in the auditorium for the company meeting."
Although the old soldier cursed righteously, he stood thirty meters away and refused to move even a step towards this side.
Chen Mo felt a little better. He rubbed his throat and stood far away.
In this case, it takes some time to filter in fresh air.
But before Chen Mo could catch his breath.
On the avenue next to the motor company, an old military vehicle creaked to a stop, and Liang Hongjie, whose military rank had been changed to a yellow silver star, hurried over.
"Scholar!"
When Lao Liang saw Chen Mo, his pale face finally turned red. "Hurry up and go to Kuchi Village with me."
"What Kuchi Village? What are you going there for?"
Chen Mo's chest still felt a little stuffy and he didn't react for a while.
"Reconnaissance Company, our base is over there. Come with me quickly. The instructor has already told me."
No explanation.
Liang Hongjie dragged Chen Mo away. Wang Jianyong, who had been standing at a distance and watching, came over just to ask about the situation.
Knowing that they were going to scout the company's base, he didn't say anything else, but just said that Class 8 would help take care of it.
Chen Mo was pulled onto the military vehicle.
As for the backpack and luggage, they were all thrown into the trunk and not even returned to the dormitory.
Seeing himself getting on the bus and leaving the Taocun military camp in a daze, Chen Mo calmed down and asked, "Platoon leader, why are you pulling me?"
"How can I help with the reconnaissance company?"
"You can help a lot." Liang Hongjie excitedly drove with one hand and pulled his eyelids with the other hand, turning his head to look at Chen Mo: "See? My eyeballs are still red."
"At the end of the year, I have to take the meeting minutes of the reconnaissance company and the recruit company, the branch's year-end summary, the committee's work report, and the individual self-examination of the organizational life of the company commander and the instructor. I do it all by myself."
"War preparations have begun. The people left behind in the company need to be assigned to Tao Village. I don't even have any helpers. I stayed up all night last night."
"I'm looking forward to your return."
have to!
After listening to Lao Liang's reasons, Chen Mo leaned back in his chair helplessly.
I haven't even left the company yet, and I'm already back to my old ways.
At the end of the year, whether it is a clerk or a confidential secretary, both jobs are extremely busy.
As for how busy you are.
Let’s put it this way, Chen Mo remembered that when he first worked as a confidential secretary in his previous life, it was not the New Year’s Eve, but the time for the mid-year report.
He went to the bathroom eight times a day, and each time he was called out before his belt was even untied, either to answer the phone or open a filing cabinet.
Because he is the only one who has the keys to many confidential documents.
Being a confidential secretary to an old leader is indeed a very glorious thing. You are so young that even if you are a colonel, you have to wait politely.
But clerks don’t have a very high status, and their workload is no less intense than that of confidential secretaries, especially during the Chinese New Year.
Those talks about bright lights and a promising future are just lies told by the old clerks.
In the 1990s, there was no love for political work assistance, no home far away, no so-called AI, and even computers were not yet popular at the grassroots level.
Clerical work can really drive people crazy.
Writing and revising paper documents, running errands to submit them, and passing them down the chain of command, when things get busy, even a Hot Wheels won't help.
It's no wonder that Liang Hongjie looks much more tired than Chen Mo, who has been tortured by the military card for seven hours.
Liang Hongjie became more and more excited as he complained, and he didn't even look at the road.
Chen Mo hurriedly sat up and reminded: "Platoon Leader, there's no rush. We're not in a hurry. Just watch the road. I'll go and learn if there's any work to do."
He now has a psychological trauma from driving without looking at the road, driving under the influence of alcohol, and especially driving with other people.
"Harmful"
"It's very simple." Liang Hongjie thought Chen Mo was nervous about the next task.
He grinned and said, "Don't worry about it. Clerkship is just about doing things related to books and intellectuals."
"I'll get you some documents later. You can copy them for me. Just change the names and dates and reverse some of the content. It's very simple."
"With your talent, it's easy to handle."
I don't believe you.
Chen Mo secretly complained a few words. After staying in the Second Company for so long, he basically understood Liang Hongjie's situation.
This guy, after graduating from the military academy, was assigned to the reconnaissance company as the fourth platoon leader. However, the work in the platoon was coordinated between the company commander and the squad leader, and he had nothing to do.
However, he was in charge of the clerks, armorers, and the keys to the armory.
This kid must be so happy that he was assigned to go there.
Next, we have to deal with files again.
Chen Mo sat in the back seat, leaning back in his chair, and took the time to rub his solar plexus, trying his best to stay awake.
Just as he closed his eyes to rest, the vehicle that was driving normally suddenly stopped after turning a corner.
This caused Chen Mo to stagger and almost hit his head on the door frame.
When he looked up to check the situation, he found that there were more than a dozen patrolmen wearing white helmets standing in front of the vehicle.
The person in the front stretched out his left hand to signal to stop, and waved a small blue flag in his right hand.
As soon as the car stopped, more than a dozen people surrounded it.
This scene made Chen Mo a little confused. Isn’t this just an ordinary intersection?
Why so many pickets?
"Platoon leader, what's going on?"
"Ah, it's like enemies run into each other on a narrow road. The veterans in the company are all out on combat readiness duty. If the Military Affairs Department gets a chance, they'll definitely come and pick a fight."
After Liang Hongjie finished speaking, he raised his hand and hit the steering wheel.
He looked quite angry.
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