Chapter 386: Practice every day, practice every day
"You really hurt me." Bernardo's first words when he saw Domenico were full of resentment.
Domenico asked strangely: "How did I hurt you?"
Bernardo replied weakly: "My origin is inherently sensitive, and I have been carefully maintaining it. Without revealing anything, I guess I will be investigated by the Cheka when I go back today."
"What are you afraid of?" Domenico patted his chest, "In the worst case, I will take you back, sir. My wife really misses you.”
Bernardo sighed silently, said nothing, and just led Domenico towards the military camp.
Domenico looked up as he was minding his own business. The sun did not rise today, but a few rays of blazing sunlight still seeped through the cracks in the thick clouds.
Under the sunlight in the cracks, the military camp in the distance sits under the Black Mountain Fort.
Neatly arranged barracks were set up along the road, with temporary ponds for fire fighting, special cesspits and canteens.
Different from the colorful and various battle flags of the Imperial Army, there are only three kinds of battle flags in the Salvation Army’s military camp, the sun gear flag representing the Pope, the Holy Grail flag representing the Saint, and the black and red two-color flag representing the Salvation Army. flag.
Under these fluttering flags, dust filled the air like mist, and even the moist flowers were covered with a powdery coat.
Following Bernardo, Domenico and his group came to the side of a school field.
"Straighten the spear!" a spearman division captain shouted loudly.
"Straighten the spears!" The fifty war monks around him shouted in unison.
They neatly lifted the spear upright from the ground and placed it in front of their body, holding the spear in their belt with their left hand.
"Prepare your shoulders!"
"Prepare your shoulders!" the war monks shouted, holding the spear with their left hand to eye level, and holding the lower end of the spear with their right hand.
“Are they practicing spear skills?” Domenico felt uncomfortable watching the monks move like puppets when shouting. “Why don’t they do it together? Isn’t this very interesting? It's difficult."
"In order to be tidy and eliminate fear." Arching his back, Bernardo lay on the fence, "You know, most soldiers' minds are blank when they go to the battlefield.
The purpose of this is to let them repeat it mechanically, so that they can exert their due combat effectiveness even when their minds are blank.”
Domenico stood stunned for a few seconds, then stepped forward: "Take me to see those holy gunners."
"Well, it's right on the opposite side."
Shun Looking in the direction pointed by Bernardo, Domenico and the three of them looked together.
On the other side of the training ground, hundreds of holy gunners were wearing black military uniforms made of linen blended fabrics, short boots, and blue-black belts tied around their waists, which were tightly tied around their waists. between.
Taking steps, each step is a standard two-thirds of a meter. The officer holds the commanding feather gun and hits someone on the butt or heel with the root from time to time.
While directing the team to move forward, he issued brief and powerful orders.
The soldiers followed the instructions, first standing still, and then marching forward in an orderly manner. The footsteps were neat and rhythmic, and had a loud sound.
"What is that three-pronged gun used for?" A servant who was familiar with Bernardo asked, pointing to the feather guns in the hands of the officers.
Putting his forearm on the fence, Bernardo pointed at the feather gun and said: "That is called a feather gun. It is used by officers to command. It can be used for close combat charges and can also be used as a gun stand when necessary. .
When turning, there will be a division captain in the front holding a feather gun across the chest of the front row of soldiers, and a division captain in the back holding a feather gun across the front row of soldiers' vests.
This allows them to control their turning and travel speed, keeping them on par with the main force. ”
Although the Salvation Army has trained enough, during some turns and other maneuvers, it will still switch to regular steps and be controlled by the division captain.
Here is Bernal. As Duo explained, the division captain on the other side had already ordered the holy gunners to stand still.
A creepy sound of gears was heard, and the baron who had participated in the previous battle in Black Mountain immediately squatted down. < br>
A few soldiers nearby who were watching the fun immediately let out low chuckles
Domenico, who almost squatted down with him, felt embarrassed and cursed in a low voice at the Baron: "Aristophor! Where is your courage? It's just for us..."
"Bang!"
Except for Bernardo, Domenico and the other three people all squatted down, wishing they could hide their heads in their crotches.
It seems that the previous battle left too many psychological shadows on them.
The blushing Domenico stood up, coughed twice, and pretended that nothing happened.
Looking at the training ground, it was full of people running, practicing their steps and military postures, practicing breathing techniques, and practicing thrusting techniques. There were many more people than he imagined.
He had to admit that these people were much more resilient than his own guards. With this kind of training intensity, the guards would probably have been clamoring for drinks and rewards.
"How long do they practice a day?" Domenico asked, pointing to the war monks who repeatedly practiced arrays and steps.
"Practice one day at a time." "Practice one day at a time? No, you mean they have to practice all day long?" Domenico even thought that Bernardo was deceiving himself, "You guys No rest?”
You know, they only train once a day for armored sergeants. Unless they are newly promoted sergeants, most of them only train for half a day.
The night watch guards even train once a week, all morning at a time. In some places, they even train once a month, and some people even hire substitutes.
Practice once a day, practice once a day, what kind of outrageous training frequency and time is this?
"That's right, of course I need to rest..."
Domenico finally let go of his surprise.
"...One day off per week, one extra day off per month, and fifteen days of annual leave and fifteen days of family leave every year."
"Then, the rest of the time..."
"It's just training." Bernardo explained as he led Domenico through the trenches and checkpoints, and went deeper. "They are paid every day. If they don't practice, won't they be losing money? ?”
“What does it mean to be paid every day?” Looking at the guard standing motionless at the sentry post, Domenico took two quick steps and came to Bernardo and asked. .
Bernardo took out the legion's pamphlet and account sheet from his pocket and shook it at Domenico: "Literally, part of my job is to pay wages. On non-wartime recruit days Salary: 1 dinar, veteran: 2 dinars, doubled in time of war.”
"Double? 4 dinars a day, 1 gold pound a month..." The armored sergeant following Domenico was about to scream, "12 gold pounds a year, my God, it's twice my annual income! "
Another Baron Christopher who accompanied him hammered his chest sadly: "All these white dinars were given to the big soldiers, what a sin."
You know, his family's manor was looted by the Salvation Army, and the real estate was packaged and sold. Apart from his residence in Ibe Township, he only has three to four hundred gold pounds left.
When he thought that all his money was turned into the wages of the big-headed soldiers, he wished he could take a few bites of flesh from these soldiers alive.
Domenico didn’t say much. He understood why the Salvation Army was able to defeat them.
This is equivalent to Horn having thousands of half-paid extraordinary infantry knights, and even wizards and strange devil winds. From the perspective of quality alone, his side is far behind.
Seeing this, Domenico knew that there was no need to look any further.
It is impossible for those knight nobles to distribute white dinars to ordinary people, let alone have the patience and energy to spend all day in the training ground.
The Salvation Army’s success cannot be replicated by them.
“Go back.” Domenico said with half interest.
"Go back now?" Baron Christopher looked up at the sky above his head, "We have only been out for half a morning."
"Go back, there is nothing to see." Although Domeni Kodo tried to hide it, but the sour and desolate meaning almost overflowed.
Bernardo suppressed a smile: "Okay, then I will take you back."
"Are you going back too?"
"Of course, without me, You guys can’t even pass the level.”
"No, that's not what I said." Domenico looked into Bernardo's eyes, "Aren't you going to be investigated by the Cheka? Are you going back?"
"Me?" Bernardo Erduo was stunned for a few seconds. He lowered his head and looked at the black Salvation Army uniform on his body, and slowly shook his head, "Wait for me to celebrate the New Year's holiday, and remember to say hello to the old lady for me."
Domei Nico nodded silently, and after a while he murmured: "That's good, that's good."
Different from the buzz when they arrived, on the way back, Domenico and his party All fell silent.
They now believe that given time and given this army time, even the Empire and the Church will suffer an unprecedented fall in their hands.
Walking on the dirt road, Domenico, who was thinking about the future, suddenly felt the soles of his feet vibrating.
When he looked up, he saw a horse running quickly from the side of the checkpoint, almost hitting him.
The galloping horse rushed through the camp quickly, without paying any attention to the soldiers who were walking and patrolling.
“Didn’t you say that galloping horses are not allowed in the military camp?” This made the already unconvinced Baron Aristophels catch the clue, “What’s going on?”
Bernardo ignored him and walked quickly towards the checkpoint.
Sure enough, the last cavalryman who delivered the message was sitting on the hot steps, sipping mint water.
Beside him, a fast horse lay on its side on the ground, spitting out its pink and black tongue, as if it wanted to breathe out its heart and lungs.
"What's going on?" Bernardo has always been very popular. He happened to know the person who delivered the letter, so he walked up and asked in a low voice.
The letter was not kept secret, and there was no need to keep it secret, because it was impossible to keep it secret.
“All the reinforcements in Rapid City were wiped out, the city was destroyed by fire, there were heavy casualties, emergency, origin! Xiaochi City was attacked by a coalition of nobles, emergency, please help!”
(End of this chapter)