Chapter 112: Find A Division Commander As A Backer!
The political commissar had the idea of pulling Chen Jun to division headquarters for cultivation, but the division commander indirectly rejected the political commissar’s hint and was more inclined to let him cultivate at the grassroots level.
Neither of the two cultivation methods had any issues; it was just that the directions and routes of growth would differ.
For Chen Jun, who had set clear struggle goals and was following the commander route, the division commander’s cultivation direction was obviously more suitable.
Having grassroots tempering experience was equivalent to gilding.
As long as he could enter the division and regiment level, when competing with others for leadership positions, those with grassroots tempering would have a greater advantage.
This phenomenon was not only a warning in the army but also manifested in the official system.
Chen Jun’s development route was the same as what the division commander thought.
This was very fortunate.
It was also an excellent opportunity.
Chen Jun’s development route coincided with the division commander’s, which meant that in Chen Jun’s future growth journey, the division commander was very likely to become his benefactor.
When the time came and he truly had the division commander as his backer, then Steel Seventh Company reaching the combined arms regiment step would be equivalent to half success.
With Regiment Commander Wang’s current “treasure” treatment of Chen Jun, as long as Chen Jun brought out combined arms combat theory afterward, transforming Steel Seventh Company into a combined arms company would basically be a done deal.
Once the regiment level handled the combined arms company to combined arms battalion, the remaining step would be the combined arms regiment.
This step required support from the division.
And for Chen Jun to break through the division level, he needed sufficiently eye-catching performance.
The competition was the best occasion!
Chen Jun took five individual first places through five matches, refreshing 702 Regiment’s results to six wins in six battles, only one match away from killing the competition.
Secure the “double champion” in advance!
With a total of fourteen projects, taking seven meant no matter how hard other regiments tried, it would be futile.
Even the former division grand competition overlord, Reconnaissance Battalion, would have no chance at all to win against the new overlord 702 Regiment.
It was at this special pivotal point that the upcoming seventh competition project became everyone’s focus.
Time came to the afternoon of the second day of the competition.
The seventh competition project—rifle and pistol disassembly and assembly—was held in the center of the large parade ground, with one person, two guns, and one gun cloth, thus pulling open the curtain.
Twelve teams with a total of twenty-four competitors, almost everyone with a serious and tense expression.
All competitors knew that this match concerned the final champion’s outcome; before coming here, they had all received personal encouragement and urging from their regiment commanders.
At this moment, the pressure on each of them reached the highest peak ever in their lives.
Only Chen Jun had a smile on his face, showing no pressure at all.
The spectator area’s atmosphere was also eerie, including all competitors, and on the grandstand, regiment commanders, division commander, and other cadres, all with serious or tense expressions.
Only Regiment Commander Wang and Gao Cheng had relaxed expressions, even chatting and laughing softly.
“This project with Chen Jun in it, it’s hard to lose, oh look at that old Yang head, so uncomfortable, that old face is twisted like a rag, haha.”
In previous years’ competitions, Regiment Commander Wang had always been the uncomfortable one; now the wind had turned, seeing others so uncomfortable made him feel extremely refreshed inside.
This was the first time he experienced it, and it was exceptionally addictive.
He could particularly understand why every year during competitions, those old comrades he hadn’t contacted all year would specially call to chat with him.
It turned out it was because they felt so refreshed inside that they had to find a place to vent and show off.
Otherwise, holding it in would be uncomfortable!
“Our platoon leader not only runs fast, throws grenades far, but his handiwork is even better; this time he’ll definitely break into 30 seconds, beating other regiments’ people until they search the ground for their teeth, nowhere to cry.” Gao Cheng said confidently.
“If we win this one, it’s basically steady.”
Regiment Commander Wang’s eyes full of yearning, then he self-mockingly laughed: “Hey, at my age, I’ve seen all kinds of storms, but now I just can’t stay calm.”
“Uncle Wang, let me tell you, we’re not even there yet; there are even more awesome things, more exciting ones coming later; this time we must show off our prestige properly.”
Gao Cheng was the type who got the bargain and still acted smug; he was already prepared to show off.
The competition hadn’t even started, and Gao Cheng was already thinking about the victory celebration.
It sounded arrogant, but it was actually very reasonable.
Although double guns disassembly and assembly was a new addition this year, and such rules and methods were unprecedented, meaning there were no precedents so far.
That is to say, there were no records!
With everyone having no records to reference and not very familiar with this project, the overall results wouldn’t be too good.
But Chen Jun broke the convention and became the “mutant” among all ordinary people.
The result he achieved in the regiment competition threw the second place nearly twenty seconds behind, shocking the regiment commander into jumping up.
Such an exaggerated, tier-breaking result gave Gao Cheng and the regiment commander reason to believe.
Even at the division level, Chen Jun would dominate.
And Chen Jun’s performance in the competition was as efficient and stable as ever, the technology he displayed shocking the whole audience as always.
Chen Jun’s hands danced out afterimages rapidly, disassembling two guns in just over ten seconds.
Just this appearance caused the whole audience to erupt again.
“Damn, is this weapon disassembly? The speed is too freaking fast.”
“Is this goddamn weapon disassembly? Sure it’s not the two guns falling apart on their own?”
“What just happened? I just blinked a few times, how did the gun parts end up all over the ground?”
“Grandma’s legs, this is what disassembly looks like; compared to him, my weapon disassembly is a joke, not even worthy to show.”
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The spectator seats buzzed like a vegetable market; everyone was shocked by Chen Jun’s speed, unable to believe it was something a human could do.
If not witnessing it live, they would definitely think it was a dream.
Even the division commander, political commissar, and others on the grandstand, seeing Chen Jun’s weapon disassembly speed, with parts falling like dumplings, clattering and done in a blink, couldn’t help nodding and praising repeatedly.
This speed alone crushed others too much, eliminating any suspense from the competition early.
Disassembling weapons faster than everyone, and the assembly speed was not slow either.
Even though the rules required scrambling them first, Chen Jun’s eyes were still like scanners, always precisely grabbing the needed parts.
Assemble the pistol first, then the rifle; the whole process flowed smoothly.
Smoother than Dove!
When Chen Jun finished disassembly and assembly, stood up, and shouted report, the fastest remaining competitor had just finished assembling the pistol.
Those competitors with slightly worse technique hadn’t even finished disassembling the two guns.
Others hadn’t even started assembling, and Chen Jun had already clocked out.
This gap was simply heaven-defying!
Everyone at the scene knew the real situation; those who only heard the disassembly and assembly time might think Chen Jun only disassembled one rifle.
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PS: New month, wish everyone a happy National Day.
To let readers have a satisfying read and to urge myself, I’m using meal times to write, specially setting up a bonus chapter mini-challenge here.
One extra chapter for every 200 monthly votes, as long as it reaches, I’ll write it even without sleep.
I mean what I say!!!
