Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 194 Combat Exercises

If a hungry wolf keeps following you, but keeps a safe distance away from you, just looking at you cold, then you will be the target in a state of constant nervousness, restlessness, restlessness in eating and sleep. Because you don't know when this hungry wolf will come up and launch a deadly attack at the moment of your relaxation...

Claude was in a state like this, and now he's getting a little tired. Looking not far away at Sergeant Fitney pointing the recruit, Claude's teeth bite deep on his lips, slowly seeping out some blood. He can only rely on pain to remind himself not to relax and find a chance for Sergeant Fitney.

Officers have been trained for a month because of time constraints, even on New Year's Day, only two days off and the exclusion of soldiers from the barracks. Claude went to the treatment center on the first day of the holiday, went to Dr. Perente for half a day of alcohol, and the drunken Dr. Perente told Claude that, no later than six months later, the Kingdom of Ovilas would declare war against the A5. This is not something that someone told Dr. Perente about top secret news, but Dr. Perente's own conclusions from newspaper stories.

Even on New Year's Eve evening gatherings were a rare feast in the barracks, and bans were lifted to allow soldiers to drink. But Claude recalls what Dr. Perente said at noon about the outbreak of war, the prophecy that food would still be difficult to swallow, and that delicious food would lose its taste in his mouth, and nearby was the threat of Sergeant Fitney, far from fearing war, making Claude sleepless almost overnight.

Sergeant Fitney served as the interim team leader for this recruit squad, Claude, and has performed very normally, if not excellently, for a month. He's always tired of coaching his team with tired handles, teaching new recruits how to become a qualified soldier, being a good soldier, and leading recruits through training.

Even if Claude had any questions to ask him, he was also very patient to explain, so that the four noble brothers relaxed their guard against him. He thought that he was now a sergeant and would no longer fight with Claude in the cafeteria a a few months ago. Instead, he advised Claude to relax. Claude was not required to be so vigilant. It was not necessary...

Only Claude knew that Sergeant Fitney was not as good as he had been, because sometimes when two people looked at each other, Sergeant Fitney would always smile at Claude with that white tooth, and Claude could feel the deep malice in his smile.

On January 2, 577, the second day of the New Year, the holidays ended and the training of recruits continued. There was heavy snow last night, but in the early morning soldiers from the barracks were dispatched to clean up the snow from the big playground in order to free up space for the recruits to train.

The weather was cold and winter clothing had long gone off, complete with wool textile underwear and long underwear, and military uniforms had changed from fine linen to fur, along with a black sheepskin gown. Even though it still feels cold, it can finally stop the cold wind.

The previous month's training continued with queuing marches and firing of firearms, but this month's training was in combat. Even though guns and artillery have become the dominant melodies of war of this era, the training of soldiers in combat occupies a very important position. On the battlefield, it is not uncommon for bayonet shootouts and battle fights, sometimes even to determine the victory or defeat of a war.

There is a thick grass pad all over the large playground. The fighting training is conducted by sub-teams, each team is led by a temporary squad leader. The veteran sergeant chief explains to the team members several common fighting meat fighting methods on the battlefield, and teaches the team members to master several fighting skills, have a certain ability to defend themselves and defeat the enemy. And after serving as a sergeant, he taught these martial arts skills to new recruits who had just entered the battalion.

Sergeant Fitney took Claude's recruit squad to the side of a grass mat, then took off the black sheepskin robe, stood on the grass mat and started explaining some of the fighting methods that were popular in the army. At the same time, he called several recruits up to be models, put out various positions, and then broke up the fighting technique with slow motion, so that the recruits knew how to handle it.

This morning's training was a simulation of Sergeant Fitney's coaching of his team's martial arts skills, how to fight faster, how to protect themselves, everything seemed perfectly normal. The afternoon began with a field drill, in which two teammates fought on a grass mat, with Sergeant Fitney pointing out their mistakes and shortcomings.

After an hour of training, Sergeant Fitney asked the team to assemble and then told them that he was going to greet several of the team members and that he was going to conduct live combat drills to show them how to win on the battlefield.

Claude looked vigilantly at Sergeant Fitney, who thought that the hungry wolf had finally opened his mouth to reveal his fangs, but he didn't think Sergeant Fitney had named him to play, but rather ordered two other players to play, smiling and letting them go to attack him.

The two teammates soon lost nothing to his men, and Sergeant Fitney evaluated the mistakes they had made in cooperating and the inadequacy of their timing, causing them to retreat.

Looks like two people aren't enough to pose a threat to me... Sergeant Fitney smiled and said to the team, "Let's have four next time, see if you can make me sweat a little more." So he ordered the four noble sons of Abyev, Berklin, Muriel and Diavid, meaning they were good friends, hoping to work together more acquiescely and put more pressure on themselves.

All the team members watched as the four noble brothers surrounded Sergeant Fitney on a grass mat, and there were people beside them cheering for Abyev, encouraging the four of them to climb up and fuck Sergeant Fitney.

Only Claude had a bad feeling in his heart that something bad was going to happen soon, and that feeling was getting stronger.

“If, on the battlefield, you are surrounded by a superior number of enemies, you must decide quickly from which enemy you want to break out and rush up with the same determination to return, like this...” Sergeant Fitney smiled and told the surrounding team members, suddenly shaking his body, already appeared in front of Muried, his right fist smacked Muried in Muried's left rib, Muried tried to open his mouth but couldn't call out, the whole man planted forward, Sergeant Fitney lifted his left knee to the top, Muried's entire face was suddenly bled and fainted backwards...

Claude swore he heard a crisp fracture the moment Sergeant Fitney did it.

“Like me, you have to deal with enemies in one direction in the fastest possible time, without leaving hands. Remember, they are your enemies, and the casualties of your enemies are your luck, and the more they die, the safer you are.” Sergeant Fitney is still smiling and explaining: “You see, now I'm facing only three enemies, and I don't have to worry about my back anymore, I've created a safe direction for myself...”

Because Sergeant Fitney took Murray down so quickly that Berklin and Diaved on his front didn't know that Murray had been badly traumatized and had passed out, they also looked forward to Murray sending him behind Sergeant Fitney's back as soon as possible...

Abyev on the left had seen Muriel's face fall to the ground full of blood, and he stunned, looked at it a few more times, and found that what he saw was not a hallucination, and Muriel had indeed fainted. He wanted to shout out and tell Berklin and Diaved to be careful, but he didn't have the chance because Sergeant Fitney had already jumped at him...

“When we find that the number of enemies we face is not as strong as we thought, the best option is to take the initiative and defeat one of the remaining enemies again…" Sergeant Fitney pounced into Abyev's arms.

Abyev sprayed blood, people were hit high and took off, rolled over in the middle of the air, blood spilled all the way, three or four feet away from the grass mat, “bang” fell on the cold hard ground...

Claude shouted, "Stop!” Fly over, but he didn't catch Abyev.

“The rest of the enemy has been shocked by your attack, so it's easy to deal with…” Sergeant Fitney rushed to Berklin and Diaved.

“Ow...” Berklin screamed, Sergeant Fitney hit his right face with an elbow, the blood and two teeth splashed out of his mouth, his face rolling over and screaming, he was lucky to have at least been able to scream.

Diavid was similarly knocked unconscious, and Sergeant Fitney treated him as a sandbag after defeating Berkelin, a stormy blow, and a big back drop, which left him paralyzed.

“On the battlefield, you can't hold hands, how can you be so harsh, because you're risking your own life!” Sergeant Fitney still stood on the grass mat and shook his tongue. He glanced proudly at the rest of the crew who had been frightened by his hot hands, and finally his eyes stopped on Claude's face: “You don't have to worry about them, don't look at them as tragic as they are now. In fact, I've got my strength under control. They're just flesh wounds. They'll be fine for a few days to heal. After all, they are four people, it is also a bit difficult for me to cope, plus to make you understand the cruelty of fighting in the battlefield, I have to demonstrate them...”

Claude looked at him with a flaming anger in his eyes, and he didn't expect this Sergeant Fitney to be so insidious that he took the four aristocratic brothers he had made out with first, practicing one in action, one on four demonstrations, and then pushed his blame out.

“Claude, do you have a problem? If there was, you'd say it out loud, and I wouldn't be surprised.” Sergeant Fitney smiled at Claude and said.

Claude ignored him, and he walked up to Abyev and said to the teammates next to him, "Everybody help, get them to the treatment center first. ”

“Stop, Claude, what do you want? I'm your captain now. You can't leave this playground without my permission!” Sergeant Fitney is in front of Claude.

Now everyone understands who Sergeant Fitney is after, and the rest of the team took a few silent steps back to continue watching.

“What do you want, you hurt them like this, and you won't let me send them to the treatment center?” Claude looked into Sergeant Fitney's eyes without fear.

“Oh, they're not in a hurry.” Sergeant Fitney didn't give a shit, "I said.“ At least they were lighter than my brothers. A little more coma won't be a problem. It's a good day for you to train for battle drills. Maybe we can have a fight match and settle our grievances. What do you think of my idea? ”

“Not really, I'm not interested.” Claude walked past him to see the wounds of four noble brothers.

“Oh, you bastard, am I wrong?” Sergeant Fitney laughed. “Claude, do you seem very upset? Come out single-handedly, don't be a coward, let me see if your first name in the middle gynaecology department is not true...”

Claude ignored him.

“You can't escape today, but tomorrow, if you don't promise to give me a single ticket, then I will send these four little brothers back in as soon as they get out of the treatment center. Anyway, the fighting training will continue for a month, and their backward training will help them make up the lesson...” Sergeant Fitney said proudly.

Claude turned around, took off his black sheepskin robe and threw it on the floor: "Come on. ”