It was a sunny day. For the people of Falea continent, such weather was rare. Winter had just passed, and the arrival of spring made the land full of vitality. The following April is the so-called rainy season, so you can take advantage of the good weather to take out your bedding and other items to dry them in the sun, so that you can feel warm instead of cold and humid in the coming rainy April.
Since Claude occupied the large courtyard behind the treatment center as his training ground for new recruits, Dr. Perrent had no choice but to let the medical soldiers dry their bedding and everything in the large playground when the protest was ineffective. The playground was now filled with clothes and bedding that the soldiers in the military camp spontaneously took out to dry. The medical soldiers at the treatment center finally found a little open space in the corner of the playground to dry their things.
Claude can now go out and move around freely. He is now watching Belklin training the new recruits assigned to him. Aboyev, Murield, and Diavid, three noble children, have just recovered from their injuries and are now training. Sitting in the yard while basking in the sun, he mocked mercilessly and was furious because the training of the new recruits was not up to standard. He was extremely annoyed.
In Claude's eyes, only nine of the twenty-seven recruits truly met the requirements for soldiers, and the remaining eighteen recruits had various problems. Among them, seven responded one beat slower than ordinary people. The slowness in the personal comments on the file is not an exaggerated adjective. Just like when Belklin ordered them to stand at attention, they reacted much slower than other soldiers. Basically, they only realized it after watching others complete the action. Even if they worked hard, they could not change this fact.
There is nothing surprising about this. The time traveler had a classmate in primary school in his previous life. The same was true. The other students taught by the teacher understood everything, but he just couldn’t understand or think clearly. When he went home to do his homework, others only used one hours, but he has to do it for three or four hours. He can still keep up with Chinese, but he ranks last in mathematics because he can't understand it, even if he tries very hard, it's useless. His family took him to the doctor for consultation. The doctor said that his brain development was slower than others, and the best way was to let him delay studying for two years, but he refused.
He barely graduated from elementary school, but he couldn't keep up with junior high school and had no choice but to drop out. Haven't heard from him since. Twenty years later, the time traveler returned to his hometown and unexpectedly saw him on TV. It turns out that this classmate dropped out of school to learn sculpture. Because of his concentration and hard work, he has now become a master of sculpture craftsmanship.
There are still eleven recruits who are not qualified for recruitment at all. Two of them are idiots, and the others are more or less mentally ill. For example, the whole body trembles when standing, and there is a scared one. As soon as he heard Belklin yelling the command, he crouched down and refused to get up.
Obviously, these are the areas where conscripts are being recruited. Anyway, as long as they are healthy and their hands and feet are intact, they will send these people to the army regardless. First, they save them the trouble of taking care of them. Second, they can use these people. Come and replace the draft quota as a favor. For some wealthy and powerful people, the later they allow their children to enlist in the army, the safer it is.
After stopping the training, Claude asked Belklin to come over, pick up the book where he had written down the names after observing the past few days, and said to him: "These nine people train normally, you are responsible. These eight people are slow to respond." Murray Ed is in charge. Among the other eleven people, Mike is still young and will run errands with me first. The other ten form a separate team. There is no need to train them. They can't be trained anyway. Let them learn. Get in line and let them carry the stretcher from now on."
Murray was a little dissatisfied: "Boss, these eight are so slow to respond. I don't have the confidence to train them well."
"You are almost in good health now. There is no need to watch the excitement. I need your help. It is true that these eight people react slowly, but they just respond slower to the commands given. Because they need to think in their minds They understand what the command they just heard is to do, and they react only after they have figured it out. This is a step slower than ordinary people. In fact, their reaction to external stimuli is the same as that of normal people. I once threw it next to them A jar, they were the same as all the soldiers who heard the sound, and turned their heads almost at the same time." Claude didn't want to make Murield feel dissatisfied, so he explained in more detail.
"But what does this mean that they still can't become a qualified soldier." Murray Ed still couldn't figure it out.
Claude smiled and patted his shoulder: "What I mean is that their training is different from others. They don't need to train to march in formation and fire volleys together. With their reaction speed, when they advance together with other soldiers, And when they heard the order to fire a volley, their reaction was indeed very slow and they were unable to coordinate the steps of the volley.
But what we want to set up is a security team to be responsible for guarding and patrolling the field treatment center. Their daily tasks are nothing more than standing guard and sentry. If they are asked to take on such a task, they can still be competent. Although they are slow to respond, and they understand this, they work harder than others. I see that their training attitude is very serious and hard-working, so I give them this opportunity. "
"Okay, then I'll try to lead them first." Murray Ed agreed.
"Well, I'll give you a copy of their training method. It's very simple. Just follow it." Claude nodded. The two most basic teams have been mostly formed. The next step is to think about it. , but I still need some training props and equipped weapons.
Obviously, whether it is a normal nine-man squad or a slow eight-man squad, their musket volleys obviously do not have the same shooting power as ordinary combat squads. What Claude is wondering is whether he can distribute them to them again. A sight is installed on the musket, and the accuracy of shooting is used instead of the density of volley fire to improve combat effectiveness.
Claude could entrust someone else to customize the sight at the blacksmith shop in Gonigada City. He is not short of money. The problem is that he needs to go to the battalion headquarters to find out if he will carry a gun if he modifies the musket in this way. The crime of modifying a gun for combat use without authorization. This is a military unit. You have to be cautious in everything you say and do. It's not like I was in Bailu Town and I could come wherever I wanted.
Entering the training office at the battalion headquarters, Claude was attracted by the musket placed on Second Lieutenant Most's desk at first sight. Otherwise, this musket looks very familiar. Claude has modified it before, and the finished product is exactly the same as the musket now placed on the table.
Claude thought of the letter he received from Viriclo from the capital more than a month ago. The letter asked Claude for forgiveness because of his matchlock gun that had been modified by Claude. It was requisitioned by the Musket Research Institute in the royal capital.
It was all his father's fault. Uncle Kubrick showed off this modified matchlock gun in front of several of his old comrades, and wanted to compete with them on shooting accuracy. Of course he won, but it also aroused the interest of his comrades. . As soon as the news spread, the Fire and Robbery Research Institute sent someone to requisition the modified matchlock gun the next day.
Vericro didn't know that his modified matchlock gun was gone until he returned home after the recruit training. He had to write a letter to tell Claude the news. After all, this modified matchlock gun was also Claude's hard work. Although he also provided a lot of suggestions for modification, the modification of the entire matchlock gun was completed by Claude alone. So he learned about Claude's address in the Blue Feathers from Bock'ar, and wrote to Claude as soon as possible.
When Claude read the letter sent by Vericro, he didn't care about the requisition of modified matchlock guns. What made him happy was that he got the news from Vericro. So when he wrote back, he said it was fine, it was just a modified matchlock gun, no big deal.
Unexpectedly, this matchlock gun that was exactly the same as the one he modified would appear in front of him, but Lieutenant Most asked with a sad face what did this mean
"This is" Claude picked up the matchlock gun on the table. Yes, it was modified by himself. The medicine box, plate cover, matchlock clamping handle and other accessories that were originally on the back of the gun were all moved to the right side. , the sight and rear sight are installed front and back on a straight spine on the barrel.
"This is the latest Obash type III standard matchlock gun. Our legion commander managed to get a quota of 500 for our legion in the capital. Our 11th Battalion ranks among the top in combat effectiveness among the legion. So we got a hundred," Lieutenant Most explained to Claude.
"Then why are you looking so sad? Why don't you just send this gun?" Claude felt a little strange. This is a good gun. Although the Musket Research Institute in the royal capital stole its own modification results and changed its name to mass-produce it under the name of Obash III standard matchlock gun, it is undeniable that this matchlock gun is very useful for recruits to master the aiming and shooting accuracy. great help.
"It was distributed, but the soldiers were unwilling to use it, so they handed the gun back." Second Lieutenant Most said with a wry smile: "I asked about it, and the same is true for the other four battalions assigned to this kind of musket. No one Willing to use this musket"
Claude was surprised: "Why is there something wrong with this musket?"
I had the impression that there would be no problem in using the musket modified like this in the mountains and forests. Even my sister Anna quickly mastered the elements of aiming and shooting, and her shooting accuracy improved quickly.
"There is nothing wrong with this gun." Second Lieutenant Most was helpless: "The main reason why the soldiers were unwilling to use this kind of musket was that it was unsightly. They gave it a nickname, called the Crooked Neck Musket. But the Sergeant Major and his colleagues The reaction is that this gun is not easy to fire in volleys because accessories such as pill boxes and tray covers have been moved to the right side, which makes it easy for soldiers to use pill boxes and other protrusions as estimates for shooting based on their previous impressions when firing volleys while marching. According to the results, I don’t know where it went. So they handed over this kind of musket again, preferring the Obas type II to the type III."
Claude wanted to curse, but also wanted to laugh. Although the Musket Research Institute discovered that the matchlock they modified for Verricro could greatly improve soldiers' aiming and shooting accuracy, they did not understand the use of this modified musket and regarded it as an old-fashioned matchlock. The gun relies on volley of fire to improve its combat power. I don't know where it goes.
There is only one way to fight this kind of matchlock gun, which is to use the accuracy of aiming and shooting to eliminate the enemy. There is no need to line up and shoot while marching. Although it is somewhat troublesome and inconvenient to load ammunition and apply medicine, soldiers can completely use bunkers to protect themselves and achieve the purpose of destroying the enemy, instead of holding a matchlock gun and striding towards the bullets fired by the enemy to show that they are not afraid of death. courage.
But now this situation gave Claude an opportunity. He put his idea of making a private sight out of the window. With a ready-made one in front of him, why bother to pay for it himself
"They don't want it, I want it." Claude said.
"What are you doing with this gun?" Lieutenant Most looked at Claude suspiciously.
"Hey, didn't you assign so many recruits to me? Don't they also need to be equipped with weapons?" Claude became anxious.
"That's not what I meant." Lieutenant Most blushed a little. He had indeed forgotten the rubbish thrown at Claude. But he still had some doubts: "Claude, are you sure your recruits need to be assigned weapons? I think it is safer to give each of them a wooden stick. Let them get into trouble with muskets, and you will be implicated then." "
"It's okay, there is no problem with safety." Claude understood Second Lieutenant Most's good intentions, and he immediately assured: "I have selected some personnel from them, and I am sure that they can become qualified soldiers after rigorous training. As for the remaining ones, I plan to let them carry stretchers without equipping them with weapons to prevent them from hurting themselves or others."
Second Lieutenant Most rubbed his chin and thought for a long time, and finally nodded: "Okay, then you make a list of the personnel who need to be equipped with weapons, and I will see how many muskets I need to equip you with."