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However, this peaceful military life was eventually shattered.
Two weeks later, Zhao Mengsheng brought him some news.
"Zhenhua, the army has issued an order that several comrades from our company will be going to Changshan Senior Army School for training, and you will be there too."
Fang Zhenhua had naturally heard of Changshan Senior Army School, the famous Asian West Point.
But unexpectedly, he got the opportunity to go to military academy less than a year after enlisting.
But this is normal.
After all, Fang Zhenhua has the honor of being a second-class combat hero, so it is only natural that he should go to military academy, not to mention that Wu Shuang was behind it.
"Instructor, who else is there besides me?"
"I am the company commander, Kailai, and Comrade Kaihua."
The most meritorious members of the Ninth Company all had a chance this time.
Going to a military academy is a different story. Liang Sanxi and Zhao Mengsheng will definitely be able to advance to the next level. Even Fang Zhenhua and Lei Kaihua will start as company-level officers after graduating from military academy.
That's what it means to walk steadily and have a promising future.
When will the instructor depart?
"We'll be leaving in a week," Zhao Mengsheng said, pausing briefly before continuing.
“After we go to Changshan, you and I will go back to the capital.”
"Go back...go back to the capital? What for?"
Zhao Mengsheng rolled his eyes at him, then said.
"What else can I do? Of course, I'll arrange blind dates for you."
Fang Zhenhua was both amused and exasperated; it seemed that blind dates were unavoidable at any time.
He was born in 58, so he is 21 years old this year according to the Western age system, and only 22 years old according to the Chinese age system.
"Instructor, do you think he would even like me?"
"Don't worry, I will definitely help you. After we get back to the capital, I will talk to your sister-in-law and ask her to do some persuasion. You are a handsome and talented person, you can definitely do it."
Zhao Mengsheng encouraged him, which boosted Fang Zhenhua's confidence considerably.
It wasn't that he didn't want to date the girl from the Liu family; his main concern was that they weren't a good match.
"Okay, instructor, I'll listen to you."
"This is right!"
A week later, all the members of the Ninth Company boarded a train and headed to Changshan City in Yanbei Province.
Another deputy company commander and deputy political instructor from the Ninth Company have returned, and they can handle the daily training work.
They first went to Kunming, and then transferred trains there, which took two whole days.
With the adjustment of economic policies, the number of people taking trains has gradually increased. With more people, all sorts of people from different walks of life have also gradually appeared.
Fang Zhenhua and his companions worked with the train police to catch several thieves.
Their status as soldiers earned them unanimous praise from the people.
The people are still quite simple and honest, and there is a close bond between the military and the people. The people have a heartfelt love for these soldiers.
However, a young train police officer named Wang Xin caught Fang Zhenhua's attention.
Although he had been prepared, meeting Wang Xin made Fang Zhenhua even more certain that the world he had transmigrated to was probably not so simple, and that there was more to it than met the eye!
Wang Xin was quite friendly to the soldiers. He smiled and shook hands with Fang Zhenhua and the others, and then asked them where they were going.
After receiving Changshan's answer.
Wang Xin nodded.
"If you need anything, feel free to call me anytime."
As the instructor, Zhao Mengsheng was usually the one to handle these kinds of matters.
"Comrade Wang, then I'll trouble you."
"It's alright, in fact, Comrade Fang and I are from the same hometown!"
"You're from Handong too?"
Fang Zhenhua asked with some doubt.
"From the rocky platform."
Chapter 11 First Lesson
After a two-day train journey, Fang Zhenhua and his group finally arrived in Changshan.
The Army Academy sent a military vehicle to pick them up.
They arrived at the military academy in a military vehicle, where they were greeted by a deputy regimental-level officer.
The military rank system has not yet been reinstated, so distinctions are made based on job level.
For them, a deputy regimental commander is already a leader.
The deputy regimental-level cadre was named Zhou Xing. He knew that Liang Sanxi and Zhao Mengsheng were the leaders, so he spoke directly to them.
"This time you are going to the Military Command Department and have been assigned to Class 3. I hope you can study hard and that everyone can achieve something."
"Yes, Chief."
Everyone saluted Zhou Xing.
Zhou Xing helped them complete the enrollment procedures, and after showing them around the school, he led them to their dormitory.
Whether it was Wu Shuang pulling strings behind the scenes or not, Fang Zhenhua and the other four were assigned to the same dormitory room, which was perfect for them.
After dinner, the five of them spent their last comfortable night in the dormitory.
Because in their upcoming studies, they will have to give it their all and work hard.
They carry the hopes of the soldiers of the Ninth Company.
That night, Zhao Mengsheng lay in bed, lit a cigarette, and the smoke drifted upwards, reaching Jin Kailai in the upper bunk.
"Why are you smoking so late at night instead of sleeping? What's wrong? Missing your wife? If all else fails, go back to Beijing and we'll cover for you."
Everyone laughed when they heard him teasing Zhao Mengsheng.
Zhao Mengsheng smiled slightly, then sighed.
“I thought of Zhu Zi. I processed his discharge from the military before I came here.”
When Zhao Mengsheng mentioned the pillar, everyone fell silent.
Zhu Zi was the bugler in the company. In the previous war, he lost both legs to a mortar shell.
He is two years younger than Fang Zhenhua.
She lost both legs at 19, and her life is over.
"I do have an idea."
Fang Zhenhua suddenly spoke up at this moment.
"what idea?"
“Many comrades in the company have sacrificed their lives this time. I think we survivors should form a relief fund to help our wounded comrades and the families of the martyrs.”
"Yes, we don't have much of a subsidy right now, so it can't make a big difference, but if we keep doing it, one day we'll be able to afford it."
Whether they are wounded comrades or the families of martyrs, their lives must be very difficult, that goes without saying.
"I want this subsidy association to be a seed, to slowly take root and sprout. I believe that one day it will grow into a towering tree and help every comrade-in-arms."
Zhao Mengsheng sat up abruptly from the bed.
"Zhenhua is right. As long as we keep going slowly, we will definitely succeed."
"Count me in."
Jin Kailai then shouted.
Liang Sanxi and Lei Kaihua nodded in agreement.
Fang Zhenhua slept on the top bunk, his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling.
At the beginning of his military service, he had only one thought: to defy fate for his nephew and to lead the Qi family to great heights.
Now he has an even more weighty mission.
Those of us who survived the battlefield must live well, to live well in place of our fallen comrades.
The next morning, Fang Zhenhua and the others arrived at the classroom.
In this class of the Command Department, besides the five of them, there were five other people. After getting to know each other, they discovered that they had all hunted monkeys in southern Xinjiang.
However, Fang Zhenhua and his group were on the western front, while the other five belonged to the Central and Southern Military Region, which was on the eastern front.
They were all comrades who had fought monkeys before, and they quickly hit it off, sharing how they had brutally beaten the enemy on the battlefield.
At that moment, a middle-aged cadre in his forties walked into the classroom.
Fang Zhenhua sat in his seat, looking at the military academy instructor with some confusion; the man looked somewhat familiar.
On the podium, the middle-aged teacher put down his textbook and spoke to Fang Zhenhua and the others.
"My surname is Fang, and my name is Fang Yingda. I am both your teacher of military command and your class teacher. We will be spending a lot of time together in the next two years!"
A flash of inspiration struck Fang Zhenhua.
He remembered who it was: Deputy Commander Fang, who had broken through the encirclement.
Unexpectedly, the dignified deputy commander of the military region, who was only twenty years old, is now a military academy instructor. In just twenty years, Fang Yingda has become a deputy commander. There are only two possibilities.
First, Fang Yingda's current rank is not low; second, Fang Yingda has better opportunities later on.
Perhaps it's not impossible for the two to be combined.
Fang Yingda picked up the chalk from the podium and addressed the group.
"Today is your first class. I won't say anything else, just talk about this battle in the southern border region. You are all heroes of the country and fought very well on the battlefield, Fang Zhenhua."
"In Area 28 and Hill 323, you fought bravely as the vanguard of the vanguard platoon, saving your comrades many times. You are truly admirable."
It's clear that Fang Yingda has done his homework very well; he can clearly state the achievements of every student present.
After calling out names one by one, Fang Yingda changed the subject.
"But what I want to talk about today is not your achievements, but a question I want to ask you."
"Discipline and courage are paramount. For a soldier, surrendering is the most shameful thing."
Upon hearing Fang Yingda's words, everyone's expression turned extremely grim.
Because they all knew what Fang Yingda was talking about.
"During the retreat, communication was lost and organization was poor. That regimental commander lost his composure. I think he should be executed."
"Our army has climbed snow-capped mountains and crossed grasslands. It is a heroic army, and the legacy of heroes is the soul of our army."
“You are my students, so I am responsible for you. I tell you, a soldier would rather die standing than live on his knees.”
Fang Yingda spoke eloquently on the platform, and everyone below listened intently.
Because this teacher wasn't just criticizing people; on the contrary, he was using this incident to tell everyone how to handle similar situations in the future.
Finally, Fang Yingda looked at everyone.
"An order is an order. We must act swiftly and decisively. We must not miss the best opportunity because of some minor achievements. Don't worry about those small details. Commanders must have a broad perspective. Do you all understand?"
"I understand."
Everyone stood up and shouted.
The first lesson greatly shocked Fang Zhenhua. He finally understood that there was another important reason why Fang Yingda was able to become the deputy commander of the military region twenty years later: his own outstanding abilities.
Whether it's a mule or a horse, you have to take it out for a spin.
After two years at military academy, Fang Zhenhua firmly believes that he can learn even more from this teacher.