Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

At this time, Zeng Wangcai didn't know that the drawings of the Type 81 rifle had caused such a big reaction. They were just testing the results of their training.

The two-month training of the first platoon of the special technical team is about to end, and they will go to the military district to participate in the competition, so the first platoon must decide on twelve places.

Zeng Wangcai formulated internal selection items based on the military training subjects and added combat as an additional item.

Finally, after half a day of competition, the first row of twelve young warriors of the special technical team were born.

Zeng Wangcai gathered the entire platoon at the training ground and personally announced with the list: "The results of the two months of training are out. The people I named will step out and go with me to participate in the competition with the division headquarters company."

Because there are so many subjects and the overall score is important, no one knows whether they are among the top twelve.

"The first place in the overall score, Zeng Bao, step out!"

"To!"

"Second place in the overall score, Yu Tie, step out!"

"To!"

"..."

"Eighth place overall, Lin Fusheng, step out!"

"To!"

Xiaobao is still very strong. He got first place in the overall score, second place in shooting, first place in marching, and second place in fighting.

Among the others, two squad leaders were selected into the top twelve, but the third squad leader Xie An was not selected.

Zeng Wangcai led by example and also participated in the competition. Because he had a lot of miscellaneous tasks, he won fifth place in the overall score based on his first place in fighting.

"Platoon leader, let me go, I promise I won't embarrass myself..." After the announcement of the disbandment, Deputy Platoon Leader Zheng Yilin followed Zeng Wangcai and muttered to himself.

After Zheng Yilin became the deputy platoon leader, he spent much less time on training. His physical fitness was worse than that of the other soldiers. When he was in the recruit company, he probably would not have achieved such good results if he had not competed with Zeng Wangcai.

Now that the soldiers have exerted their strength, the little capital he has saved is no longer enough.

In this internal competition, Zheng Yilin was unlucky and got 13th place, missing out on the top 12.

"Platoon leader, this is unfair. You shouldn't have participated in the competition. If you don't count, I would be twelfth..."

"Da Linzi!" In the cafeteria, Zeng Wangcai's expression was unusually serious. "We have been partners for half a year. You should know my character. Some things can be dealt with with a smile, but some things cannot. What is agreed upon is what is agreed upon. If I let you go, what about the others?

"Besides, someone must be responsible for our production tasks, and this is also a credit."

Zheng Yilin said with a disappointed look on his face: "I know, but I want to make merit. Only by participating in the competition can I have a chance to get the second-class merit."

Military merit, commendation, third class merit, second class merit, first class merit, the difficulty gradually increases.

Commendation was relatively simple, and Zheng Yilin did not think about it. He was thinking about the second-class merit, which was only awarded to those who had outstanding performance in major military operations or achieved excellent results in military district-level competitions.

He didn't dare to think about the first-class merit, because to get the first-class merit, one had to risk his life.

"Take your time, there will be opportunities in the future!" Zeng Wangcai was a little disappointed with Zheng Yilin at this moment. It was a good thing to want to make meritorious service, but it was important to recognize one's own abilities.

Zeng Wangcai felt that Zheng Yilin still had a sense of superiority as a child of a wealthy family, which made him unable to humble himself many times.

This internal competition is proof that the training results cannot lie.

After this competition, Zeng Wangcai became determined to train Zheng Yilin into a production-oriented deputy platoon leader so that he could focus on production in the future.

Later, Zeng Wangcai arranged various production details for Zheng Yilin in preparation for winning the competition.

The top twelve in a row rested for a day, then contacted the division headquarters and obtained its consent to go to Chengde.

Chengde, military region headquarters.

At the 70th Division’s headquarters, Division Commander Chen Hong called over Zhu Wei and Chen Deliang from the first company.

"I'm telling you two, there's a new situation that you need to pay attention to." Chen Hong said with a serious expression, "Many people are paying attention to this competition. It was originally just an internal matter of our military region, but because of the meeting, there are many people, and the leader of the Fourth City is also here, so you have to be on your guard.

"If others say that our division's heroic company is not as good as the cooks in the logistics department, you will know how embarrassing it is without me telling you."

This is the situation. The competition coincided with the convening of a secret confrontation meeting, and Zeng Wangcai just happened to have prepared the Eight-One Bar at this time.

With the convergence of several things, what was originally a small internal matter became a big deal and attracted a lot of attention. Not only the military leaders who were in the meeting would watch it, but also Old Man Qiu.

After understanding the situation, Zhu Wei said calmly: "Commander, you are making a fuss about nothing. Although Zeng Wangcai does have some tricks, you know that our company has always been strong and trained hard. Everyone in the company took the initiative to practice more. It is impossible for them to beat us."

"That's good. Don't underestimate the enemy!" After reminding him again, Chen Hong asked, "Which class do you plan to let compete?"

"Squad 3, platoon 1, they are the toughest right now!" Chen Deliang took the initiative to introduce them, "This class has a good spirit and a strong sense of honor."

"Yes, the third squad is suitable!" After mentioning the candidate who had been decided long ago, Zhu Wei put on a smile and begged, "Division Commander, if we win the competition this time, can the military region give the third squad a collective third-class merit?"

"You're dreaming!" Chen Hong said with a straight face, "You have the nerve to ask for the third-class collective merit. It's only possible in a military district-level competition. We're in a division, and you're the hero company. They're new recruits who have only been in the army for half a year. It's embarrassing to lose, but it's reasonable to win."

Zhu Wei's face turned red.

It's not that he is shameless and greedy for credit, but his company, the third squad of the first platoon, is a bit special. This squad used to be relatively backward in the company and had no honors. After his and Chen Deliang's training, the third squad worked hard, changed its previous style, and became the leader of the company.

Therefore, the two of them thought of taking this opportunity to reward Class Three.

"Don't even think about getting the third-class collective merit." Chen Hong's expression eased a little. "At most, it'll be a commendation, and the division will announce the praise."

"Enough, enough, thank you, commander!" Zhu Wei thanked him profusely, saying that something is better than nothing.

In the afternoon, in the spring breeze and drizzle, a truck was lying on the side of the road on the last section of the road leading to Chengde Military Region.

"Xiaobao, is it okay?" Zeng Wangcai stood in front of the car, his coat wet by the drizzle.

Under the front of the car, Xiaobao, who was lying on the ground checking the car, had a greasy face: "Sergeant, it can't be fixed. We are short of parts."

The top twelve people in a platoon took one of the two trucks in the platoon to go to the military area to participate in the competition. However, their luck was terrible. When they were just a little way away from the military area, the truck broke down. Xiaobao had been repairing it for more than an hour, but still could not start the car.

"Yu Tie!"

"To!"

"Go ahead and see if you can stop a car to take you to the military district for support."

"Yes!"

The burly and rough Yu Tie received the order and immediately ran forward.

As soon as he turned a corner, he saw a familiar military jeep approaching.

Gah!

The military jeep was intercepted and braked suddenly, causing the convoy behind it to brake as well.

In one of the cars, Old Man Yang and Old Man Qiu almost collided.

After the guard got off the car and learned about the situation, he reported: "Commander, there is a rough-looking soldier who stopped the car at the bend. He said his car broke down and asked us to take him to the military district."

"Which unit are you from?" asked Old Man Yang.

"I checked their ID. They are from our military district. They are from the Special Operations Team..."

What a coincidence!