Chapter 117 Self-Propelled Artillery Armored Fighting Vehicle
The straw sandals stepped on the fallen leaves, making a clicking sound of the leaf stems breaking.
Slender, silky grass blades brushed against my calves, as if the ground was covered with green hair.
The road in front of us is getting narrower and narrower, with towering trees on both sides blocking our view, and the rocks on the roadside are covered with moss.
The quiet forest is as quiet as night, even the sounds of wild animals and birds are gone.
Based on Carrie's memories and the reconnaissance of the Boy Army, Horn and others slowly moved forward along the Ruowuowu road.
Horn could feel that the road was getting steeper and steeper, and the creeks that originally flowed horizontally gradually became vertical.
This should be entering the foothills, and the Wild Spider Forest is attached to this foothills.
The trees in the Wild Spider Forest are mainly cedar, ash, and maple, and occasionally beech and pine trees can be seen.
The citizens of the Papal State wearing black hats and black scarves are walking on the last stage of their thrilling journey.
The forest was too quiet, which made Horn a little anxious.
The jumping spider from the day before yesterday seemed to have jumped in front of him again.
This section of the road was more leisurely and quieter than before, but he still had a creepy feeling.
After thinking about it, Horn decided to continue moving forward, but in order to prevent the attacks of those terrible giant spiders, he still made adjustments to his army.
The original method of distributing clockwork muskets piecemeal was still too wasteful.
Currently, the Papal State has a total of eleven spring-loaded muskets, ten of which have been assigned by Horn to ten armored combat vehicle brigades, with each brigade holding one gun in total.
The original clockwork gunners were all transferred into the Holy Armored Division directly under the Pope's crown.
The entire Holy Armored Division also transferred elites and eliminated some personnel from the two legions, and conducted a temporary reorganization.
All command companies in the Holy Armored Division are soldiers who will not faint after at least one shot.
As a result, the gunners gathered together.
The Holy Armored Division is no longer a small organization of six companies and one brigade, but has been changed into a large organization of ten companies and one brigade.
There are ten brigades in the entire Holy Armored Division. Each brigade shares a clockwork gun, which is usually kept by the brigade commander.
During the battle, there are two gunmen, one at a time. When the main gunman fires, it will enter a state of freeze after casting, and the secondary gunman is responsible for loading ammunition.
When the main gunner has fired the scheduled two rounds, the secondary gunner will step forward to fire, while the main gunner is responsible for loading.
The rest of the Order Company will serve as guards to ensure the safety of the Holy Gunners.
When the main and auxiliary gunners have finished firing, the remaining gunners must step up and continue firing.
The configuration of an armored fighting vehicle is, the main and deputy gunmen, usually the brigade commander and the second-level soldier in the brigade. They are responsible for holding shields and daggers.
Two flailers are responsible for attacking close-range units, four spearmen are responsible for attacking mid-range units, and two spear-throwers are responsible for throwing short spears to cover the long-range attacks of the musketry and the holy musket.
As for the safety between the carriages and the carriage itself, the Black Hats and Guards are still responsible.
Since there is not much ammunition and gear for them to practice, many times they can only practice with wooden sticks pretending to be wind-up guns.
After yesterday's actual combat drill that was painful to Horn, the two main and auxiliary gunners fired at a frequency of about once every twenty seconds, and the rest of the ordinary soldiers could also fire once every thirty seconds.
The firepower of an armored fighting vehicle is approximately fourteen rounds per seven minutes, and the firing frequency is two rounds per minute.
Since Cannedy is a shotgun type, the killing range is fan-shaped, which can barely cover one-third of the tank body.
It's not that Horn doesn't want to make a single-shot gun, one bullet at a time.
But the problem is that their manufacturing process is also not up to standard. When Jeanne was welding, she would accidentally weld the thin gun barrel to death.
Since it's not accurate, we can only put more stones and iron sand to deal damage in a wide range.
After another day of uneventful progress, Horn and others finally arrived at the campsite.
Standing on the top of the carriage, Horn looked around. When he arrived here, he even couldn't believe his eyes.
This is a mountain clearing. Mountain spring water flows down from the mountains on the left. The ground is flat, and traces of roads and human-made felling can be clearly seen.
This is just a common scene in the wild spider forest. What is not common is the monastery located on the hill, peeking out from the woods.
Yes, there is an abandoned monastery in this dangerous wild boar forest.
Who will come here to build a monastery?
Horn immediately called for the reconnaissance boy army: "Have you visited the monastery over there?"
"No, it looks close, but it's actually quite far away." Du Valon shook his head.
Rene on the side said aloud: "I would like to go there and have a look, but there is a very fast river there and there is no bridge, so I have to give up."
"Are there still no giant spiders around here?"
The two boy army leaders looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time.
“Not to mention giant spiders, at first we could still see some wild animals like rabbits and voles, but now we can’t even see a wild bird.”
Horn frowned He frowned, and the uneasiness in his heart became more intense.
How about traveling all night? He looked up at the gray sky. There was no sun today, and there was probably no moonlight at night.
The road ahead is uncertain, so rushing in the dark may not be as good as now.
Looking down and looking straight ahead, the entire camp has been basically set up. Since there is a steep mountain wall on the left, the ten carts are only arranged in an arc on the right.
Spiked wooden stakes were placed between the carts, and the leather oak boards on one side of the cart were also pulled up.
The person stood in the carriage, and the leather board just covered the lower edge of the person's chest.
Although the cliff on the left was bare and there was a high probability that the giant spider would not attack from this side, Horn still paid attention and put down his horse on the right.
After everything was arranged and the number of night guards and sentries was doubled, Horn felt a little relieved.
Black filled the sky like ink, and the gray light gradually disappeared behind the mountains.
A bonfire lit up in the camp.
The villagers in front of the bonfire held rice crackers garnished with chili flakes, ate salted fish, and joked about the Holy See.
"The condemned man in the Inquisition asked the newcomer what the punishment was. The newcomer said burning. The condemned man asked are you a wizard?
He said no, I am innocent. The condemned man immediately shouted : Stop lying, innocent mortals will only be sentenced to hanging."
"Hahahaha."
"Have you heard that joke..."
Rude. The laughter lingered in the mountain road, and the warm bonfire made the originally quiet night sky lively.
After Vespers, in accordance with the Law of Sleeping and the Military Law of the Papal States, it was time for them to go to bed and rest.
Amidst the shouts of the senators and the whistles of the officers, the soldiers and residents split up, with one party heading towards the camp near the carriage, and the other returning to the canvas tent on the spot.
The bonfires were extinguished one after another again, and the entire camp once again fell into darkness and silence.
But Horn lay in the tent, tossing and turning, unable to sleep until midnight.
He simply put on his cloak, picked up the glowstone lamp, and came outside.
The night guards were still patrolling around diligently. When they saw Horn appearing, they immediately nodded and beat their chests in greeting.
Putting his finger on his lips to signal them to be silent, Horn walked around the entire camp again before walking towards his tent with a heavy heart.
“Brother, you can’t sleep either?”
Horn was startled, turned around, and saw Jeanne.
She held her battle flag, her hair simply tied into a ponytail, and looked at him with a smile.
Horn also smiled: "Yeah, I walked around, it was so peaceful..."
Halfway through the words, Horn saw the bushes shaking with his peripheral vision.
Jumping spider? !
"Jeana!" Horn yelled.
Although there is only one word, after so many battles, Jeanne is already very familiar with what the different tones mean when Horn calls her.
She turned sideways lightly, as if turning around and swinging a punch, and a dazzling electric light lit up, hitting the spider's carapace hard.
Lightning penetrated the carapace of the jumping spider, and it fell heavily to the ground. Its eight legs rubbed against the carapace, making a creepy squeaking sound.
Jeanna immediately added another lightning bolt.
The rich aroma of muscle slowly wafted up, and the jumping spider gradually stopped moving.
After using the battle flag to hit the jumping spider a second time, Jeanne breathed a sigh of relief.
"Fortunately, there's only one, brother, are you okay?"
Horn didn't answer, just frowned.
The night wind blew through the mountain forest, and in the original silence, Horn heard a strange rustling sound.
It was not the leaves shaking in the night wind, but the green fluff of the earth rubbing against something moving at high speed.
"No, no." Raising the fluorescent stone lamp in his hand high, Horn sprinkled a handful of lime powder on the fluorescent stone lamp and threw it into the forest.
The fluorescent stone lamp immediately shined brightly. It shone behind the bushes and in the woods, countless densely packed red eyes gradually lit up.
From left to right, all you can see are red spider eyes, and all you can hear is the sound of carapace rubbing against each other.
When found by the light, they will occasionally take a step or two back, or shake their bodies restlessly.
How many are there? Hundreds, or thousands?
The fangs are constantly opening and closing, exuding pale green venom.
At this moment, Horn's blood was about to solidify.
"Blow the trumpet, hurry up, blow the trumpet!"
There is another chapter in ps. I was obsessed with searching for information, so I finished it a little late.
(End of this chapter)