Chapter 722 Barracks and Winding Machines
"Ah, damn it! Constance's son!"
Looking at the bloody fingers, Old Laver quickly stuffed his fingers that were sticking to the breadcrumbs into his mouth.
Several new recruits around them burst into laughter.
Old Laver stared at him, "What are you laughing at?"
Three days have passed since the previous small friction, and Old Laver has become familiar with the recruits in this group of barracks.
Sitting in front of the only fireplace, honeycomb coals emitted a boiling heat, boiling peas, sausage pieces and bread soup into a pot of hot and sticky porridge.
With a strip of cloth, Old Laver continued to peel the black bread cubes with his hands with iron-wood crumbs embedded in the cracks of his nails.
The bread fell into the soup like wood chips, and the debris were mixed with a few drops of yellow water from frostbite and fell into the soup pot.
Sitting on the straw mat with animal skins, ten pairs of hungry eyes staring at the soup pot tightly.
You should know that before spring thawing, the supplies in the bear gnawing castle will be very tight, and even if you need to train new recruits, you will not be able to give you good conditions.
Sitting beside the bed, Old Laver looked around at the barracks in front of him. The wooden house was low and gloomy, and ten bunks lined up along the wall.
The snoring echoed under the beams of the room, fermenting into a sour and rotten gas that combines foot odor, body odor and slurry.
It was not the first time that Old Laver killed someone, but for some reason, the fight with the knight three days ago was always unforgettable.
In the sheep thief with extraordinary martial arts skill, he felt a long-lost danger aura, as if he had been surrounded by a pack of wolves before.
Just as Old Laver was stunned and dazed, the sound of iron guards hitting the ground frightened the jackdaw on the beam and woke Old Laver.
The new recruits 100-man instructor Donovan broke in at the meal time, and the recruits who had fallen on the bed and were wrapped in blankets immediately stood up to greet them.
Donovan's iron gloves pinched the military judge's roster, and his gloomy eyes swept across the ten people present: "Who is Laver Hunter?"
"I am." Old Laver immediately walked out, lowered his head and refused to look at Donovan. "Is there anything wrong with the instructor?"
"Don't call me sir, do you want me to be interviewed by the priests?" Donovan impatiently turned a page on the roster, "Did you kill a sheep thief?"
"Uh, yes." Old Laver turned and pointed at Kahler, "He can testify..."
"No need to be so troublesome. How do you think the list in my hand comes from?" Donovan picked up the pen and hooked the name behind Old Laver, then he took out an iron nameplate and threw it to him, "You It is the captain of the ten-person recruit team, and you will take them to the school ground tomorrow."
After taking the iron nameplate, Old Laver didn't feel much joy.
Although Captain Ten has a higher salary and a greater chance of promotion, it must be a life.
Old Laver rubbed the dent on the edge of the nameplate, his throat tightened. After thinking about it, he still called Donovan: "Instructor, I have something to report."
Donovan hit the heel of his boots heavily on the ground, and his eyes narrowed as he turned around: "I'll give you three words."
"That day my enemy was suspected to be an extraordinary knight, and his strength and extraordinary martial arts are not comparable to ordinary people."
"Maybe it was the entourage knights of a rebel family. This kind of thing was not uncommon." Donovan looked irritated and wanted to leave after dealing with it.
As a former mountain knight, he hates these rules and regulations in the new army the most.
"Instructor..." Gritting his teeth and shouted again. Old Laf had already spoken, but there was no room for regret. "I think it should be reported to the city guardian."
"Did you let me disturb Mr. Defending the city for this little thing? Hum?" If he hadn't had this power, Donovan would have wished to deprive Old Laver of Captain Ten now.
"Previously, our army beat the nobles of the gravel genus so that they couldn't even lift their heads. I support the attack on the gravel genus, and I hope that the gravel genus people will really make trouble.
Although I don’t understand why, there must be a reason His Highness Moriyati prohibits us from attacking rashly.
If they dare to tease us on their own initiative, aren’t they afraid that we will really attack him? I dare say that with His Highness Moriyati's ability and the strength of our new army in Thousand River Valley today, it takes less than half a year to make them bow their heads and surrender! ”
"But..."
"Okay, maybe he is born with divine power." Donovan's face was immersed in the shadow of the corridor. "There are few people in the bear gnawing castle, and I understand the tight life, but don't be too outrageous.
Last week, someone said that he saw a two-headed ogre, but what did you guess it was? The pickled ham hanging under the eaves! ”
Without waiting for Old Laver to reply, Donovan stepped out of the room and walked towards the next barracks.
"Maybe it's really just a serf knight who is carrying the mainstream." Kale stepped forward and comforted.
Old Lafur felt that this was not the case, but if he thought about it carefully, he was not the city guardian, and he was still the city guardian when the sky collapsed.
Just be careful in daily life, don’t fall one and a half of it and hit yourself.
With inexplicable worries, Old Laver woke up all the recruits on time in the morning the next day.
They changed into wool-wool jackets, shivered in the cold wind, passing through the bent city walls with dull corners and through the iron-wood trest built on the trenches.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
The wind winder casts a spinning shadow overhead.
Originally, there was no one who should have spoken, but a recruit couldn't help but secretly stepped forward: "Captain Ten, why can they use wind power to wind?"
Old Laver must have no idea why, but Kahler, who was standing beside him, could blurt out: "Because their mountain copper springs are thinner."
"Thinner?" This time even Old Laver turned his head and looked at Kahler in front of him.
Kahler seemed a little nervous: "With the same weight, the smaller the thickness of the mountain copper spring, the smaller the force required to wind, but the longer it takes."
"Will the firing time be longer?"
"I don't know this." Kahler shook his head, "It seems to be based on the gear growth rate. You know, with Mitsunian added, the gears and clockwork have become lighter, which should be related to this." br>
Many people immediately revealed a hint of greed in their eyes, and Old Laver immediately scolded, "Put your little thoughts!"
"How did you know this?" Turning his head, Old Laver became even more curious. "Isn't this something engineers only know?"
"Before I set off, my brother-in-law forced me to study "Clean Mechanics" for a month. He originally wanted to send me to be an artilleryman." Thinking of his brother-in-law's expression of falling sky, Kahler smiled bitterly, "But later on, I only saw him having to wait for me to be an artilleryman." I found that when an artillery soldier, he had to learn mathematics and astrology..."
"It sounds like your brother-in-law is a character?" Old Laver became energetic.
Kale smiled shyly and said, "He is just a small businessman, who lives by taking on fresh fish orders from the battle group."
Old Laverben wanted to ask for a few more words, but saw Donovan walking towards him with a dark face not far away and immediately fell silent.
"Have I asked you to chat? I haven't had enough chat in three days? Get in your position and stand!"
He was scolded to the point of being silly, but Old Laver took the 10-man team to stand one by one according to the sign on the ground.
Two quartermasters walked out of the shadow of the bastion, and the wooden cart they were pushing was filled with long strips of objects wrapped in oil cloth.
Donovan lifted the tarpaulin, and hundreds of fine iron spears and hundreds of sabers appeared in the morning light, a cold and hard blue-gray color.
"You are eating the meal of an autocratic public, so you have to work for an autocratic public. What does it mean to work for an autocratic public? Train well and kill the enemy!"
"Okay, farmers!" The cast iron gate bites with the sound of gear rotation, and the shadow of the castle splits the square in half. "The first lesson you want to teach is to be adults from the farmer!"
(This chapter ends)