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Chapter 23 Karakoram, a formidable force on the plateau! [Please read on! Please comment! Please vot

"New recruits are here!"

"Knock knock! Knock knock knock!"

Before the convoy had even fully entered the camp, Chu Zhao heard a burst of enthusiastic cheers beside him.

Following closely behind was a series of muffled drumbeats, rising and falling, dispelling the increasingly noticeable chill in the air.

One by one, the new recruits curiously peeked out from under the tarpaulin and saw a large group of figures dressed in the same military uniforms as them, banging gongs and drums, welcoming them with the most primitive music and the warmest smiles of this land.

The firecrackers crackled and popped, bringing the atmosphere of the ceremony to its climax.

Several veterans beside the drum swung their arms, squinted, and smirked as they swung their drumsticks with incredible speed and precision.

Behind them, a bright banner fluttered in the cold northwest wind on the building.

Welcome new comrades to the camp!

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder after it had burned out.

In Chu Zhao's memory, the last time he smelled this familiar scent was when he was celebrating the Chinese New Year at his old workplace.

In the blink of an eye, he was back to being eighteen.

In the blink of an eye, he was back at the military base.

Chu Zhao suddenly felt a burning heat in his chest.

It was a fire that was quietly burning in Chu Zhao's heart, growing stronger and stronger.

I took a deep breath.

Chu Zhao memorized the scent that lingered in the air.

The convoy continued on its way, quickly leaving the boisterous welcoming party behind.

The drumming stopped abruptly after the last truck in the convoy disappeared at the crossroads deep inside the camp.

The veterans, who were singing and dancing just a moment ago, were now taking brooms from who-knows-where, bending over, heads down, and deftly and meticulously cleaning up the firecracker debris left on the cement road.

soon.

The firecrackers on the ground disappeared.

The busy figures also disappeared.

Only the sentries in their guard posts, standing tall and straight, continue to stand there as always, braving the biting wind and the occasional falling snowflakes.

On the other side, the convoy finally stopped.

"Get out of the car! And get on with it."

"Hold your things properly, damn it! You can't even get off the bus without tripping? What are you good for?"

It could be due to nervousness, or it could be due to fear.

A new recruit in the car next to Chu Zhao tripped and fell hard when he got off.

Several squad leaders immediately rushed forward and hurriedly helped him up.

Chu Zhao saw bright red spots slowly seeping out from the recruit's face, which quickly gathered into a large, somewhat horrifying pool of blood.

Many of the new recruits were seeing such a scene for the first time, and they instinctively held their breath, secretly sympathizing with the other side's miserable condition.

But what happened to this new recruit next was beyond the expectations of all the other recruits present.

There were no gentle words of comfort, no caring inquiries.

Yes, it was just a squad leader who, after briefly examining the injuries on his face, blurted out a scolding!

"Damn it... if you're not physically fit, just stay home. Why did you come here to be a soldier?"

The words fell.

The recruit, who had expected to at least receive some comfort, froze on the spot, and the tears that had been welling up in his eyes began to slide uncontrollably down his face.

However, her tears of grievance did not elicit sympathy from the class monitor; instead, they brought her an even harsher reprimand!

"What? You're crying? Did you say something wrong?"

"Are you so good at walking that you can't even fall flat on your face?"

"Someone, take him to the medical team right now, stop getting in his way!"

"yes!"

An old soldier with the rank of "two crutches" on his shoulder stepped forward and led the wounded recruit away from the ranks.

And the veteran's attitude wasn't very good either.

Even from a distance, Chu Zhao could still hear reprimands like "Hold it back!" and "Don't cry!"

"See? I wasn't lying to you, was I?"

Li Jiahao, who was following behind Chu Zhao, lowered his voice and spoke urgently to Chu Zhao.

"The army's sergeants... are all cannibals!"

"However... Chu Zhao, don't be afraid. Remember the rules I've told you about these past few days."

"As long as you don't make mistakes and put in some effort during training, I can't guarantee you'll have a comfortable time, but you definitely won't suffer!"

Seeing that Li Jiahao still had the mind to give him a few words of advice at this time, Chu Zhao suppressed a laugh and turned around to tease him.

"Understood, thank you, veteran."

"Hey! I told you! Don't call me a veteran!"

"..."

soon.

Under the guidance of their squad leaders, more than 500 new recruits stood in a huge square formation on the wide training ground.

Upon seeing this number, Chu Zhao was actually a little stunned.

As far as he knew, the new recruits participating in basic training would not be concentrated in the unit, but would arrive at the recruit company in batches according to the plan.

In other words, the more than 500 new recruits standing on the training field right now are only a portion of all the new recruits this year.

Looking at it this way... there must be at least two thousand new recruits in total? Or even more?

Is this still a recruit camp? There are more people here than an entire armed police detachment!

Even the army doesn't need such a grand display, does it?

"At ease."

"stand at attention!"

After a few loud commands.

A tall captain with "One-line Three-Star" badge on his collar strode to the command post at the front of the formation and, with concise words, cleared up Chu Zhao's doubts.

Welcome, new comrades.

"Let me introduce myself. I am Tao Jianhua, an infantry company commander in our Sixth Division."

Just like Ye Pengfei.

Tao Jianhua also has a very obvious high-altitude face, with rough skin and cheeks that are red as if they have been painted with rouge.

He addressed the more than 500-person formation without the aid of any amplification equipment, relying solely on his loud voice.

"You don't need to remember who I am, just remember the name Sixth Division, and remember that after the three-month basic training, you will officially become members of the Sixth Division!"

"Perhaps, some of you can become my comrades in a regiment, or even in a company."

"But that's three months from now!"

"What you need to do now is put away those inappropriate thoughts, and under the guidance of your class leaders, grit your teeth and get through these three months!"

"We're all in uniform now, and I don't want any coward among those standing here today to tarnish this uniform!"

Tao Jianhua raised his hand and pointed to the snow-capped mountains that seemed not so far away.

Chu Zhao saw this snow-capped mountain as soon as he got off the car.

Several hours have passed, and the snow-capped mountain still stands there silently, merging with the horizon.

"Remember the name of this snow-capped mountain!"

"Karakunin, this is the meaning of our existence!"

"And our Sixth Division is a formidable force stationed beneath these snow-capped mountains, the ace of the plateau!"