gnovel Chapter 59 The assessment begins! Staff Officer Chen: "Wait, this guy's only been a recrui
Chapter 59 The assessment begins! Staff Officer Chen: "Wait, this guy's only been a recrui
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Inside the regimental headquarters, Chu Feng called out to Huang Zhenggong, the company commander: "Old Huang."
"Commander!" Huang Zhenggong immediately stopped, his posture as upright as a pine tree.
"If there are no unforeseen circumstances, you will be the company commander of the 'Heroic Company of the First Line of Sky' directly under the regiment." Chu Feng got straight to the point, his tone filled with unquestionable trust.
Huang Zhenggong instantly became so excited that his face turned bright red, his chest heaving violently. He nodded repeatedly, "Commander, I have no objection! This honor was earned by you and us through hard work. Rest assured, I will absolutely not let the title of Hero Company be tarnished!"
"Okay, that's exactly what I wanted to hear." Chu Feng nodded and added, "When reorganizing the Company of Heroes, besides our original members, you can select outstanding individuals from the entire regiment to join."
"Although it's just a company, I hope it can become the sharpest sword of the guard regiment!"
At this point, his gaze suddenly sharpened as he stared intently at Huang Zhenggong: "Old Huang, you know my personality. Entrusting the army to you is a sign of my trust in you, but what I want is a tiger company as fierce as tigers, not a flock of sheep that only howl."
Huang Zhenggong felt a chill run down his spine and instantly understood the regimental commander's deep meaning. If he didn't change his procrastinating ways, he might not be able to hold onto his position as company commander.
He immediately suppressed his excitement, his expression becoming extremely solemn, his eyes flashing with fierce determination: "Commander, rest assured, our Hero Company is absolutely composed of top-notch tigers, and will definitely become the sharpest sword in your hand!"
"Okay, keep it up!" Chu Feng didn't say much, but patted Huang Zhenggong's shoulder hard, the strength in his palm conveying trust.
Huang Zhenggong strode away from the regimental headquarters. Watching his tall figure, Chu Feng's eyes flickered. He then sat back down at the table and continued to refine the expansion plan. The scratching sound of the pen on the paper was particularly clear.
The next day, Chu Feng turned around and went to the General Logistics Department.
No one knows what he said to Minister Zhang, only that in the afternoon, a selection team composed of more than a dozen experienced commanders and veterans was stationed in the guard regiment.
"What are they doing here?" Looking at the group of more than a dozen people, the soldiers of the guard regiment were full of doubts and whispered among themselves in twos and threes.
Some people mustered up the courage to ask, but all they received were gentle smiles from the selection committee members, who didn't mention anything else.
The soldiers' doubts deepened, but they could only suppress their curiosity and continue their training.
That evening, an order from the regimental headquarters was delivered to the five companies of the combat battalion, as well as the platoon leaders of the guard companies who had brought their veterans and elite soldiers.
"Huh? These people are in charge of evaluating veterans and new recruits?"
The guards, who had been hoping to get away with it or pull some strings, fell silent instantly, their smugness vanishing completely.
"The commander's methods are truly clean, efficient, and decisive; he keeps his word!" someone thought to themselves, completely abandoning any ulterior motives.
Silent all night.
On the morning of the third day, as the rising sun painted the sky red, a thousand new recruits arrived at the guard regiment with slightly awkward but orderly steps.
Meanwhile, in the open space outside the regimental headquarters, the assessment of veterans and top performers had already begun.
"Squad leader, what are you doing?"
A new recruit, seeing the lively scene, couldn't help but ask a question.
"These are the promising recruits our guard regiment is selecting to join the combat units," a veteran from the combat battalion said with a smile.
"what?"
The new recruits, who had just joined the army, were stunned as they watched the deafening shouts and dazzling movements on the training field.
Many people's initial excitement disappeared, replaced by hesitation and lack of confidence.
"Squad leader, is this the only way our regiment can fight the Japanese?" a new recruit asked, somewhat bewildered and naive. "Aren't we given guns to fight the Japanese as soon as we join the army?"
"hehe!"
The squad leader smiled upon hearing this: "Fighting the Japanese is no easy task. If we send you to the battlefield without training, that's not fighting the Japanese, that's sending you to your deaths."
As he spoke, he guessed the new recruits' concerns: "If you train hard, two or three months will be enough to become like them."
Upon hearing that it would only be two or three months, the new recruits all breathed a sigh of relief, their doubts vanished, and they all looked on with excitement.
This was specially arranged by Chu Feng.
On the one hand, it adds psychological pressure to the examiners; on the other hand, the lively selection process allows the new recruits to have a preliminary understanding of military life, which is a win-win situation.
On the assessment field, the company-level and platoon-level officers of the combat battalion followed behind the dozen or so members of the selection team, acting as their assistants.
The dozen or so members of the selection team, though no longer on the front lines, were all veterans who had fought their way through the flames of war, and many of them served as instructors in military academies, possessing sharp eyes like eagles.
They were divided into several groups, each responsible for assessing marksmanship, bayonet fighting, tactical maneuvers, and other skills, watching each trainee with serious expressions.
"Bang bang bang!"
Gunshots rang out first at the shooting range, crisp and rapid. Staff Officer Chen, who was in charge of the marksmanship assessment and also the leader of the selection team, was among those firing shots.
He had been observing casually, a hint of indifference on his lips.
Before he came, he had heard that most of these veterans were guards from various units of the General Logistics Department. They lacked guns and ammunition, had weak training foundations, and the new recruits had only trained for four months. What real skills could they possibly have?
He felt that this assessment was nothing more than a formality, a matter of choosing the best among the worst.
But the next second, a voice shattered his complacency: "Target number 1, 45 rings!"
Staff Officer Chen suddenly looked up, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "Forty-five rings? That's an excellent score in 100-meter shooting. Even veterans in the main force might not be able to perform consistently like that."
Just as he was wondering if the target report was wrong, he heard the sound again.
Soon, the results of the first batch of 20 people's live-fire shooting assessments were all released.
Looking at the final results, he was dumbfounded: "Wait, all 20 people qualified, achieving four hits out of five shots in the 100 meters? An average of 40 rings per person?"
Suppressing his excitement, Staff Officer Chen muttered, "There should be more veterans. Let's keep watching."
This time, he was noticeably more serious.
When the second batch of 20 soldiers came up, watching them take their positions and move with standard, smooth movements, raising their guns, aiming, and firing in one smooth motion with almost no unnecessary actions, his gaze narrowed slightly.
As the order was given, gunshots rang out continuously! Bang! Bang! Five more shots rang out, and the sound of target reporting rang out again.
"Target number 1, 43 rings!"
"..."
"Target number 18, 48 rings!"
"Target number 20, fifty rings!"
Upon hearing the score of fifty rings, Staff Officer Chen could no longer sit still. His pupils suddenly contracted, and he strode to the target position to personally examine the target paper.
The bullet holes on the 50-ring target were densely packed, all within the 10-ring area, and evenly distributed, clearly the result of countless trials and tribulations.
"hiss!!"
He could no longer contain his emotions as he looked at the team's score, which was still around 40 rings for everyone: "This guard regiment is weird, how come their marksmanship is so good?"
"I can understand veterans, but what about new recruits? Is this appropriate?"
"No way, this guy's only been a recruit for four months? Recruits this skilled?"
Just as Staff Officer Chen was beginning to doubt his life, his emotions were so intense that he became numb, and then he was completely shocked.
On the other side, the sprint test field was equally impressive, with spectacular matches that drew cheers from the crowd, and even the foreign players couldn't hold back their excitement.