Liu Yuanchao pondered for a moment, then suddenly stared into Han Zhenjiang's eyes and asked, "I heard that our military region is going to have a drill with the Southwest Military Region in the middle of the year?"
"Yes, it's a military drill with multiple types of troops." Han Zhenjiang nodded.
"Does our division have a spot?" Liu Yuanchao suddenly asked again.
"Huh?" Han Zhenjiang was stunned for a moment, then asked back, "Who did you hear that from?"
"That's none of your business. I'm just asking you if there's such a thing." Liu Yuanchao didn't give Han Zhenjiang any chance to dodge.
"Hey, I know even if you don't tell me. Who else could it be other than Old Li from the military?" Han Zhenjiang reacted quickly.
"Do I not know anyone else other than Old Li? Just tell me if our division has a spot or not! "Liu Yuanchao glared at him.
"The drill plan has indeed been completed, but the order will only be issued to the participating troops a month before the drill, so no one knows about it yet. Besides … "
"Don't talk nonsense with me. Who are you trying to talk to?" Liu Yuanchao waved his hand and interrupted Han Zhenjiang's words. He glared at him and said, "Anyway, I'm telling you, our division's spot belongs to our regiment. It's settled then!" After saying that, Liu Yuanchao got up and walked out.
"Hey, Old Squad Leader …" Han Zhenjiang raised his hand to stop him, but he didn't know what to say.
"Kid, don't forget that you're also from our regiment. So what if you're a division commander? You're not a soldier of our regiment just because you're a division commander? Do you want me to write you a blood letter asking for a battle? "Liu Yuanchao walked to the door, turned his head and shouted excitedly, then opened the door and left.
Han Zhenjiang looked at the office door that was slowly closing and smiled bitterly. In fact, he knew very well and understood why Liu Yuanchao had ignored the rules and came to his door today, leaving behind a bunch of harsh words to fight for a spot in the military drill.
Han Zhenjiang understood that Liu Yuanchao wouldn't have been so reckless if it weren't for the fact that he was worried about the adjudicators.
The high-tech training did put pressure on the traditional infantry, but if the infantry regiment could achieve good results in the military drill, then the risk of the adjudicators would undoubtedly be minimized.
No matter what, he was still a soldier under Liu Yuanchao. No matter if it was the person or the string of team numbers, he had feelings for them.
Han Zhenjiang returned to his desk and looked at the documents that had just been issued. He slowly fell into deep thought.
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The division headquarters was very large, and not everyone knew where the gathering point for the Military Region Tournament was. Qu Sen and the other two had to ask a few people before they finally figured out the gathering point from a Level 3 Sergeant.
The person in charge of the reception was twenty-one cents. He didn't find it strange that the three of them had come to report themselves. After all, there were only three of them, and two of them were military officers. After checking their documents, he asked the three of them to register in the registration book. Then, he called for a first class sergeant to take them to rest.
The first rank sergeant brought the three of them to a row of empty barracks and assigned them bunks in one of the barracks. He then instructed them to have lunch at the sergeants' mess hall before leaving.
The dormitory was very big, and there were eight bunk beds placed horizontally inside. Qu Sen, Secretary Wen, and Staff Officer Zhao had nothing else to do after they finished cleaning up their bunks.
Secretary Wen and Staff Officer Zhao were participating in a basic knowledge competition. They didn't waste any time and took out their revision materials to study. Qu Sen was more bored. He wanted to walk around the division headquarters to see if he could find a training ground for the 400-meter steeplechase. However, after thinking about it, it didn't seem good for a small soldier like him to wander around the division headquarters courtyard. He could only endure it.
Fortunately, his boredom didn't last long. Not long after, a few more soldiers were arranged to report in. Coincidentally, one of them was also participating in the 400-meter steeplechase event. His name was Guan Yun.
Although the two of them were going to be opponents in the competition, they were still teammates because they were representing the same division. Guan Yun was quite talkative. The two of them chatted for a while and became familiar with each other. The other soldiers also quickly got rid of the feeling of unfamiliarity and joined in the conversation.
While the group of soldiers was chatting, a series of orderly footsteps came from outside. A few of them craned their necks to look outside. Good lord, there was actually a company of fully armed soldiers outside.
"What's this for?" Qu Sen asked subconsciously.
A first rank sergeant said, "It should be the 405th Regiment participating in the company level armed cross-country training."
"Squad leader, how many people from our division are participating in the military region competition?" Guan Yun followed up with another question.
"I estimate there to be at least three hundred people." The first rank sergeant seemed to have similar experience and quickly gave an answer.
The first rank sergeant's estimation was very accurate. Before dinner, there were already more than three hundred people reporting in. It was said that there were some who would only arrive at night by train from further away.
Qu Sen didn't care how many people were participating in the competition. After eating two meals in the platoon canteen, all he could think about was, "Damn it, the food in the division headquarters is so good!"
The platoon also had four dishes and a soup, but in terms of ingredients and taste, it was much better than the infantry regiment's.
This wasn't because the platoon was biased. It was mainly because the division headquarters had its own logistics department and many of the ingredients were self-produced by the logistics department. Qu Sen's infantry regiment was different. Other than having some vegetable fields that could produce some vegetables, the rest of the ingredients had to be bought from the market. Therefore, with the same per capita cost of food, the division headquarters naturally ate much better than the troops below.
The next day after reporting in, the participating personnel from various units in the division arrived one after another. Soon, all the participating personnel were gathered together and the division was about to conduct a second assessment.
The purpose of the assessment wasn't to eliminate the participants, but to confirm the results of each participant and to check whether there were any injuries or not.
Not only were there two participants who were found to be injured, but one of them had a swollen knee that looked frightening. After the division's hospital's doctor's diagnosis, the two were not recommended to participate. Even though they repeatedly assured that there were no problems, they were still disqualified.
Qu Sen's time for the second assessment was one minute and twenty-nine seconds. It wasn't the best time, mainly because he wasn't familiar with the track. Although the specifications of the 400-meter steeplechase track were the same, there were still some differences in the equipment itself and the placement of the equipment.
After passing the physical examination, Qu Sen's name was finally filled in on the final list. Only then did he truly receive the admission ticket to the military region's big competition.
On the third day, after Division Commander Han Zhenjiang mobilized everyone before departure, more than three hundred soldiers boarded the division headquarters' bus and were sent to the train station.
It wasn't the New Year or a festival, so there weren't many passengers in the waiting hall. However, when they saw a few hundred soldiers enter in a line, a lot of people quickly gathered around to see what was going on.
Qu Sen entered the waiting hall according to the leader's password and was led to a seating area that was separated by a belt. Everyone stood in front of an empty seat according to the order. The leader gave the command to "sit down." More than three hundred people neatly sat down on the chairs, which attracted a burst of exclamations from the surrounding passengers.
Qu Sen straightened his back, put his knees together, and put his hands on his knees. Just like all the soldiers, he "sat" on the seat in the same posture. His face was expressionless, but he was cursing in his heart.
He wasn't cursing because he was surrounded by passengers. With so many comrades around him, he didn't feel embarrassed or anything like that. After all, if one person sat like that, it would look very strange, but when a group of people sat like that, it was called imposing!
The reason he was cursing was because of the chair he was sitting on. This kind of waiting hall chair was designed according to the so-called "ergonomics." It was the kind where the back three-quarters tilted backward and the front quarter tilted forward.
It wasn't a problem to sit up normally, but Qu Sen was carrying a military backpack on his back. The back three-quarters of the chair he was sitting on was occupied by the backpack, and only the front quarter of the seat was actually sitting on it.
Therefore, although he was sitting, Qu Sen had to support himself with his legs. Otherwise, his butt would unconsciously slide down.
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