My Military Career in a Parallel World

More than a hundred people were walking in a row on the road, carrying large and small bags. The mountain road was so winding that all you could see was heads of people, and there was no end in sight.

This morning's route had already been planned. From the recruit camp to the first dining place, the straight-line distance was about ten kilometers.

However, it took them nearly two hours to walk from five in the morning to seven in the morning, and they were still nearly two kilometers away from their destination.

There's no way. It's said to be ten kilometers, but except for the moment just out of the camp, the rest of the journey is basically mountain roads. Also, don't forget that the recruits are carrying no less than fifteen kilograms of weight.

Fortunately, the weather now is not as extreme as in the previous months. Except for being a little hot at noon, we need to cover ourselves with blankets in the morning and evening.

Well, you don’t have to cover other parts of your body, but you must cover your stomach.

The sun had just risen in the morning and the temperature was around 20 degrees, neither too cold nor too hot, which was a good time to travel.

It took everyone nearly half an hour to walk the last two kilometers, and they finally arrived at the dining camp mentioned by the squad leaders.

On a relatively flat piece of wasteland beside the mountain, there was a large marching tent. Under the tent, the chef from the cooking team, who had set out long ago, had already prepared breakfast and was waiting for everyone to come with a smile on his face.

"Be quiet!" The voice of the company commander Ge Hongtao was transmitted to everyone's ears through the loudspeaker, and the commotion in the team disappeared immediately.

"Line up under the tent to get your food, then continue on your way. Eat while walking, don't waste time!"

After the recruits quieted down, Ge Hongtao continued.

Having not eaten breakfast and having walked for more than ten kilometers in the mountains and forests fully armed, everyone was already starving. They quickly quickened their pace and after getting their own meals, they stuffed them into their mouths without thinking twice.

Conditions in the wild are limited, so it is naturally impossible to eat the same way as in the cafeteria. Everyone is given fixed items: a 500 ml box of milk, an apple, and four buns.

The breakfast was not rich, but not bad either. However, many recruits were not used to eating while walking.

"What are you doing? You can't even have breakfast in peace..."

"Haha, our company commander is so considerate. He was afraid that we would have indigestion, so he ate while walking. It's amazing that he could think of that..."

There were also people complaining in Class 5, with one exception. While the others were still complaining and stuffing their buns into their mouths, he had already eaten all four buns, even the milk, leaving only half an apple that he was chewing...

"Isn't it normal to eat while walking?" Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Lin Wenbo touched his head awkwardly.

"Mosquito, you, you, how did you train yourself to eat so fast while walking?!" As a 'Young Master of Beijing', Chu Fei had never experienced such things before, and was dumbfounded.

"Hey, it's nothing. I've been eating like this since I was a kid. I'm used to it."

Listening to the conversation between the two, Jiang Chen, who had just stuffed the last bun into his mouth, suddenly had an idea. He turned his head to look at Lin Wenbo and asked, "Mosquito, where are you from?"

"Northern Hubei!" Lin Wenbo replied, touching his head.

"Oh, no wonder." Jiang Chen understood.

As he expected, for the brothers from northern Hubei, let alone a few buns, even noodles with soup, they could eat while walking without changing their expressions, and they could ensure that no soup would spill.

This is a unique skill that has been acquired since childhood and not something that most people can learn.

"Northern Hubei? Is there any problem in Northern Hubei?" Everyone else was curious when they heard this, and they didn't understand the meaning of Jiang Chen's words at all.

There is no way. It is not several decades later now, and people don’t know much about the living habits of other provinces.

Jiang Chen drank the milk in his hand in one gulp and smiled as he explained the living habits of people in northern Hubei to everyone.

"Especially the big brother from E-A, that's outrageous!"

When they heard that Ebei had issued a special rule to prevent people from eating on the bus, everyone in Class 5 was shocked and opened their mouths wide.

This is too outrageous...

Faced with everyone's requests for confirmation, Lin Wenbo could only nod like a chicken pecking at rice.

These things, which seem like nothing to the locals, are rare in the eyes of outsiders.

So, taking this opportunity, everyone also talked about those "unknown" things about their hometowns.

For example, Zhou Xinghai and other southern babies are very curious about whether they will really get stuck if they lick the iron with their tongues in winter?

Also, is the underground ancient tomb in Chang'an, Qin Province really as exaggerated as the news says?

With these things as a diversion, everyone felt less tired when walking.

After walking for another half an hour, when we passed a small village, under the command of the squad leader, everyone collected the garbage produced by breakfast and threw it into the garbage pool on the side of the road.

Field training should not harm the environment. Even if the troops do not pass through villages or towns, they will ask everyone to pick up their garbage first and then dispose of it collectively when they arrive at the next camp.

"Md, we've been walking for more than three hours, and you're not letting us take a break?!"

"That's right, I feel like my feet are going to be broken, it hurts so much!"

"I'm even worse off. My heels seem to be rubbed raw. They were fine before, so why are they hurt today?"

The situation of the people in Class Five was not much better. The training march was not a cross-country march with weights, and although everyone was not required to run, walking for several hours in a row was still not something that most people could endure.

At the beginning, everyone still had the mood and energy to chat, but now except for the squad leaders who would say a word or two from time to time, the other recruits no longer have the energy to speak.

If it weren't for Jiang Chen's help, the fat boy Sun Weicheng would have fallen far behind by now.

"Sergeant, when are we going to take a break? My legs are shaking!" Chu Fei and other recruits who usually have good physical fitness can no longer hold on.

Facing the eager gazes of the crowd, Li Gang did not reply. Instead, he turned his head to observe the surrounding terrain, took out a map and looked at it, and then replied: "After crossing this mountain, we should be almost there."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, lifted the things on their backs, gritted their teeth and continued on their way.

After walking for another ten minutes, the team was finally stopped.

Everyone sat down on the ground at the same time. Just as they were about to rest, they heard the voice of the company commander Ge Hongtao coming from the front: "Everyone take off your equipment, each platoon has someone to guard it, and everyone else come and help the villagers harvest the rice!"

Yes, the team stopped not to let them rest, but to help the villagers harvest rice.

After climbing over a hill and leaving the dense jungle, what comes into view is a field of rice with golden ears of wheat hanging on it. There is a small mountain village not far away. When a group of troops in military uniforms appeared at the edge of the woods, several elderly people who were sitting under the shade of trees at the entrance of the village immediately stood up. Then, in less than a minute, dozens of villagers, young and old, from the entire village rushed out.

Company commander Ge Hongtao and instructor Lu Ming, the two company chiefs, immediately came over. It was unknown what they said to the fellow villager.

Anyway, when Jiang Chen and his team had just unloaded their equipment and assembled, they saw a pile of tools already placed on the open space next to the ridge of the field.

Without giving the recruits time to think, the squad leaders stepped forward to take the tools back and prepare to go to the fields to work with the recruits in their squad.

"I didn't expect that I had never worked in the fields when I was at home, but after joining the army, I was dragged to work in the fields!" Holding a sickle and walking barefoot in the paddy field, Chu Fei couldn't help complaining while imitating the squad leader's movements to harvest rice.

"Haha, there's nothing we can do about it. We are soldiers. The military and the people are like fish and water. Helping the villagers harvest rice is just a small matter..."

Li Gang skillfully cut and tied up a bundle of rice, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and continued: "Back then, when I first came to the army, the new recruits helped the villagers pull manure and search for livestock lost in the mountains during training."

At this point, Li Gang seemed to remember something and added: "Well, at that time, there were not enough shovels in the village, so we used small yellow basins to transport manure.

I have to say, this thing is really durable. It never breaks no matter how much you use it. I don’t have the chance to replace it even if I want to. I can only keep using it…”

Uh……

Although we have long known about the great achievements of the little yellow basin, no matter how many times we hear about it, we still have the physiological reaction we should have...

Almost at the same time, everyone remembered the meal of noodles that the squad leaders served in small yellow basins on the day they joined the army.

then……

"Ugh... squad leader, please stop talking, I really can't stand it anymore!"

That’s because we eat breakfast early, otherwise, one or two people would vomit!

The people in front harvested the rice with sickles, while the people behind were responsible for transporting the harvested rice out with small yellow basins. Then, the people waiting on the ridges loaded the rice onto trucks and helped the villagers take it back...

If the villagers were to harvest so much land themselves, it would take at least a whole day. But now, with the help of more than a hundred new forces, they have harvested all the more than ten acres of paddy fields at the village entrance in less than an hour.

"It's all thanks to these children. In previous years, it took us two old people several days to harvest these few acres of land. Now these children are here and they can harvest it all in no time."

"Yes, these kids are all good, unlike our little bastard who only knows how to get into trouble all day long..."

"Alas, it's the same in our family. We finally got him into college, but the tuition is tens of thousands a year. He doesn't earn as much as the factory workers if he finds a job. It would have been great if we had let him join the army earlier."

On the ridge of the field, when Jiang Chen and others were still busy, a group of villagers had already gathered around to watch the fun.

As soon as Jiang Chen and the others came up, they saw an old man with a beard that had turned snow-white walking towards them with a cane.

"You are all good children of the Chairman. You must be exhausted. Come on, our village is just ahead. Let's go home and have a drink of water before we continue!"

The white-bearded grandfather was quite old, and Jiang Chen was the first one to come up, so he was grabbed by him. He did not dare to struggle at this time, and could only look at the squad leader next to him for help.

Li Gang had no good solution to this problem. He didn't dare to argue with an old man of this age, so he could only go to the company commander and instructor.

When the instructor heard what happened here, he didn't even have time to put down the sickle in his hand. He was a little anxious when he came up, and the sickle accidentally hit a stone at the edge of the field. He didn't even notice that the blade fell off the wooden stick and fell to the ground, and he just ran over barefoot.

"Old man, this is what we should do! We still have to travel, so we won't go back to the village with you!"

The old man was old and had poor hearing, so Lu Ming had to explain it several times before he could hear clearly.

She reluctantly let go of Jiang Chen's hand, muttering, "Ah, I won't go. I haven't seen the Chairman's children for many years. How can you just say you won't go? I also want to ask the Chairman how he is doing recently..."

The old man looked a little lost, and he had completely lost the spirit that he had when he pulled Jiang Chen into the village.

Lu Ming was about to go forward to support the old man and say a few words of comfort, but just as he took a step, the handle of the sickle that he had hastily fastened to his waist when he came over suddenly fell off.

Lu Ming subconsciously bent down to pick it up, but suddenly the old man next to him seemed to be stimulated by something. He suddenly became alert, pushed Lu Ming away who was bending down to pick up something, and then instantly pounced on the wooden stick on the ground.

"Grenade is coming, run, run!!"

The old man lay on the ground, muttering "Run, run..."

This scene happened so suddenly that the people around were unable to react for a while. Lu Ming, who was almost knocked to the ground by the old man, was the first to react and hurried forward to support the old man. Jiang Chen came to his senses and also hurried forward to help.

But the old man refused to get up no matter what. Instead, he kept pushing the two of them with his hands and kept muttering to them to run, run.

The two men were at a loss until a middle-aged woman in her fifties or sixties came over with a basket. When she saw the old man lying on the ground, she quickly put the basket aside, trotted over, squatted down, and comforted the agitated old man, saying, "Dad, this is not a battlefield. There are no grenades. The war is over. They are all the Chairman's children and soldiers of our country..."

The middle-aged woman comforted the old man for several minutes before he gradually calmed down and slowly stood up with the woman's help.

Even after standing up from the ground, the old man still held the wooden sickle handle tightly in his hand. The woman tried to take it several times but was pushed back forcefully by the old man.

After making sure that the old man's mood had returned to normal, the middle-aged woman looked at Lu Ming next to her and explained with a smile: "I'm sorry, my dad is old, and his memory has been declining in recent years. This year he is even more confused. Every time he sees something on the ground, he says it's a grenade. I'm really causing you trouble."

Listening to the middle-aged woman's explanation, and looking at the old man who was still holding the "grenade" tightly and unwilling to let go, Lu Ming remained silent.

The villagers didn’t know what the old man’s situation was, but as a military academy graduate, how could he not know?

Alzheimer's disease, commonly known as senile dementia.

The old man's reaction just now, coupled with the woman's explanation, left no doubt about the result.

However, even in this situation, the old man's subconscious reaction is still to protect the people around him.

Jiang Chen’s mind suddenly flashed back to a video he had seen in his previous life and a comment in the video.

On a bus, there was also an old man. When he saw a mangosteen suddenly fall to the ground, his first reaction was to rush towards the thing on the ground without hesitation.

He forgot who he was, but he never forgot to protect you...