Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 185 Fighting

The cafeteria is located just in front of the warehouse area, which is a wooden shed built of several rows of logs, with only one head, underneath which are log struts, albeit seemingly rudimentary and rugged. The wooden shed is filled with long rows of logged tables and benches for the soldiers who come to dine.

Claude estimates that this hill camp has a guard capacity of about 900 people per battalion, as can be seen from the number of tables and benches in these rows of wooden shacks. After all, the world's military system is not perfect and ready in its own past life.

As far as eating is concerned, there are no rules governing the rotation of meals, but when the time comes for everyone to eat, basically all but the guards on duty and those on duty can go to the canteen. And the dining time is also very long, there are two hours, so the table stools in the canteen in the camp are arranged in half of the number of people, and the number of long table stools can be taken to conclude what the total strength of the camp is.

The military regimes of the countries of the Farea continent are largely indistinguishable. In the case of the Kingdom of Orvilas, there is no squad company, but squadron squadrons. The squadrons typically consist of ten to twelve people, which coincides with a camp tent, so that the squadron leader is sometimes referred to as the captain of the tent, and the squadron captain's rank is the sergeant or sergeant, the most basic officer.

Four squadrons are composed of a squadron of 54 men, headed by a sergeant or lieutenant general, and staffed with communications, medical, security and service personnel. Four squadrons comprise a brigade of two hundred and thirty-two, headed by lieutenants or lieutenants, staffed by deputies, military personnel, communications officers, medical personnel and a guard unit.

Four battalions form a battalion, the most basic independent fighting unit in the Royal Army, which can carry out combat tasks issued by its superiors alone. The battalion commander, who is usually a Major or or Captain, will be staffed essentially by deputy battalion commanders, deputies, staff officers, communications teams, medical teams, gendarmerie units and a guard squadron, in addition to one or two surveillance teams and a logistically heavy squadron, with a full complement of approximately 1,200 personnel.

Because of the pattern of warfare in which the shootings were queued, the countries of the continent used mostly four systems, four fighting units, to form a larger battle unit. There are regiments above the battalion, divisions above the regiment, four divisions form a regiment, and the strength of one regiment is basically around 60,000 troops. In times of peace, it would be enough to cut the number by half and maintain a certain level of combat power.

The strength of the Fuckabee Hill barracks is one battalion, equally incomplete, although the shortfall is only one quarter, and it is clear that this battalion should belong to the main battle battalion in the Blue Feather Regiment sequence, while maintaining a relatively complete combat capability.

Claude arrived early in the cafeteria, and only 200 soldiers went to the cafeteria to eat in front of him. All those who went to the cafeteria consciously lined up in four rows, and there was no way, only four large stoves were distributing food, and there was a small stove next to it, which was reserved for the officers, and the soldiers had no share.

Claude chose a slightly smaller team to line up behind him. Unexpectedly, no one drove him out because he didn't have a shoulder stamp, just like the soldier who came behind him, who was honestly behind him, nothing to complain about.

The chef in charge of distributing the food was quick and essentially had less than a dozen seconds to wipe out a soldier. Looking at the soldiers sitting at the long log table, Claude quickly understood why it was so fast, because there was no choice in the type of food for dinner, a potato stew in a lunch box, two slices of black bread with a piece of bacon, a fist-sized cooked apple, and how many spoons of black tea there was next to him. Many soldiers used the lid of a lunch box to pour black tea with bread.

It seems that the food in the barracks is not much better than the Chinese cafeteria, but there is more weight, enough to fill the stomach, I just don't know if it tastes better. Claude couldn't help but have some despair and spent the next six months in the barracks, eating this food every day would be a lot of torture for him as a gourmet lover.

The team moved quickly, and when there were only seven or eight left in front of them, there was another group of soldiers in the cafeteria, and they came this way with a loud joke. Claude looked back and didn't really care, but his brand new uniform and shoulder-free shoulders were so eye-catching in the eyes of the soldiers.

Soon after a loud noise, two soldiers came towards Claude.

“You, get out!” A skinny, long-faced soldier shouted viciously at Claude.

Claude ignored him, looking straight ahead, only three left.

“Hey, talking about you, you hear me?” Another round-faced soldier pushed Claude very nicely. The soldiers around them looked at them and even the cook who distributed the food stopped.

Claude turned a white eye: “Why, do I know you? Or do you know me? ”

“No, I don't.” Round-faced soldiers are a little honest.

“Why don't you know me?” Claude turned around and continued to line up.

“Hey, kid, where are you from?” The skinny horseface soldier next to me came.

“None of your business. Who are you, or are you in charge of this barracks?” Claude was a little impatient, and he already knew who had bullied the four noblemen, who were definitely in front of him, a sergeant with a skinny long horse face, a corporal with a round face, and a red line and two red lines on his shoulder badge, respectively.

“You're not from our camp. You can't eat here!” The skinny long-faced soldier couldn't get off the stage, he pointed at Claude's shoulder and said.

“Well, that's strange. So it's up to you, the sergeant, to eat here? Go wash your face over there. Wake up. You're not asleep yet, are you? Get out of the way.” Claude was rude and hungry.

The people who watched the crowd suddenly burst into tears, some of them saying, "Jim, show him the color." Some are laughing, haha, so it's up to you, Jim, to eat. Others accompanied Claude's words, shouting at James, going to wash his face and wake up... anyway, watching the liveliness is no surprise, they couldn't help but fight Claude and let everyone see a monkey show.

“Get out of here!” The round-faced soldier next to him was crowded by the crowd, and his head really hit him, trying to pull Claude out of the queue as soon as he grabbed Claude's uniform.

Claude still had the lunch box in his right hand, and the round-faced soldier grabbed the two hands on his chest with his left hand. The round-faced soldier was strong enough to pull Claude out of the company as soon as he could.

Claude's pissed off, man, push forward, bend over, squat down hard!

“Ka!” Two times in a row, immediately followed by the screams of the round-faced soldiers all over the cafeteria, almost everyone was stunned by his screams.

No one could bear the severe pain of a sudden fracture of the carpal bone, where the round-faced soldier hung his wrists and jumped and screamed.

The skinny, long-faced soldier woke up quickly and yelled, “How dare you hurt people! ”

He punched Claude in the face, right in the left forehead. Claude's entire body swayed at the time of the climb. He took two steps backwards before stopping the castration, which reacted, twisting with the skinny horseface soldier who jumped.

In fact, Claude was also stunned by the scream of the round-faced soldier. To be honest, his move was just to let the round-faced soldier go. I had no idea that this was such a powerful move. This is like abandoning the round-faced soldier's hands...

This trick came from a previous life, when I went to the gym with the boss and met a coach who was talking about defensive techniques, I listened to it. Just what the coach said about being caught in the collar, don't panic, grab the wrist with an opposite hand, people squat down, body lean forward, the other party promises to let go, his wrist will dislocate, nobody will stand it.

Claude also taught the countermeasure of being caught in his martial arts class in middle school, nothing short of clamping each other's wrists with his backhand, twisting his body, and using the pull-up of distance to get away from each other's grips. But just now the round-faced soldier grabbed his chest. Claude's one-handed strength was no better than his. Somehow he suddenly remembered what the fitness coach said and tried it without thinking about it. As a result, the two wrists of the round-faced soldier were not dislocated, but broken...

Claude himself was so frightened that he did not respond to the attack by the skinny long-faced soldier that he woke up with a punch and twisted with him. At this time, this side of the cafeteria was like boiled hot water, and the soldiers who came to dinner were surrounded by a crowd, watching the twisted two people shouting aloud next to each other. As for the poor round-faced soldier, the pain had barely been tolerated, finally stopping screaming, his hands hanging helplessly, and his teeth bitten staring at Claude beside him.

The skinny long-faced soldier was not Claude's opponent at all, and Claude slammed the skinny long-faced soldier to the ground with a chin KO and a big back. However, his image would not be very good, his left forehead was swollen, his chest was ripped open in a new uniform, and his hair was messy.

As Claude watched his opponent struggle to climb on the ground, Claude sighed, trying to find the lunch box he had thrown on the ground, but saw the soldiers across the street squeezed open a mouth and six or seven soldiers squeezed in. The scene startled me: "Jim, Engel, what's wrong with you guys? ”

The tears of the round-faced soldiers came down, as if the new daughter-in-law who married had been bullied had seen her mother's family coming. Fly over. Tap, tap, tap. So the soldiers fingered Claude: “Beat him up! ”

Fortunately, only four of them rushed up, one skinny long-faced soldier lying on the ground, one examining the wounds on both hands of the round-faced soldier, and the other four fierce full-blown Claude came. The soldiers in the surrounding clusters cheered and thundered, and there was another good show to watch...

If Claude could use magic, then four magic flying arrows would bring the four soldiers down. Too bad he can't let anybody find out he can do magic, he can only beat flesh. Apparently, these Blue Feather Corps soldiers are more resistant than the Black Snake Club scum. Claude knocked one down, kicked one over, but was still held by the two remaining soldiers, and then beaten to death by four soldiers.

At this time, the soldier watching began to be unhappy, shouting unfairly, should be one-on-one or one-on-one, four strikes one is really embarrassing to his face. And Claude had been beaten to death. After all, he was four men, his hands were invincible, they doubled, his hands were fierce, his face was punched several times, his mouth was broken, and his mouth smelled bloody.

But Claude still didn't admit to losing on the ground and begged for forgiveness, and he was fierce, ignoring the other three, and grabbed one of them, no matter how many punches he took on his back and how many legs he got kicked. At the end of the day, when I was getting confused, I saw the other person's neck so close to me, I didn't even want to jump over and open my mouth and bit it down. The blood filled my mouth, and the screaming shocked all the surrounding audience throughout the dining room again...

Claude suddenly felt the surrounding ravens silent, and the light of the glass oil lamp hanging above the roof made a large white aperture, spinning over his head, and eventually the stars flashed in circles. He swayed, his servant fell to the ground, and finally passed out.