Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 202 Warped Neck Guns

It is a sunny day that is rare for the people of the Farea continent, with winter just passing and the advent of spring giving life to the earth. The next April is the so-called rainy season, so you can take out all the bedding and sun in this beautiful weather, so that you can feel warm instead of cold and damp in the next rainy April.

Since Claude occupied the yard behind the treatment center as a place to train his own recruits, Dr. Perente had to let the medics expose the bedding and everything to the playground when the protest was void. Now the grand playground is full of clothes spontaneously taken out by the soldiers of the barracks, and the medics at the treatment center finally found a little empty space to expose their things in the corner of the grand playground.

Claude is now free to go out, and now he's watching Berklin train three noble sons of his own, Abyev, Muried and Diaved, who are healing, sitting in the yard in the sun, without mercy and ridicule because the recruits' training failed to meet the standards and were so angry with Berklin.

Twenty-seven recruits really met the requirements of the soldiers in Claude's eyes, and the remaining 18 recruits had a variety of problems. Seven of them responded slower than the average person, and the sluggishness in the personal comment on the file was not an exaggerated adjective. As Berklin ordered, they reacted much slower than the rest of the soldiers, basically seeing that everyone else had done the job before they understood, a fact that could not be changed even if they had worked very hard.

There's nothing strange about this. Passover had a classmate in primary school in his previous life, and so did all the other classmates the teacher taught understood, but he just couldn't understand and couldn't figure it out. It took only one hour for others to go home and do their homework, but he had to do three or four hours. Language still kept up, but mathematics came first, because he could not understand, even very hard work was useless. The family took him to see a doctor who said his brain was developing slower than others, and the best way to do that was to put him two years behind schedule, but he refused.

Primary school had barely graduated, but he could hardly keep up with junior high school and was helpless to drop out of school. I haven't heard from him since. After more than 20 years, the traveler went back to his hometown and saw him accidentally on TV. Originally, the student dropped out of school and went to learn sculpture because of his focus, and now he has become a master of sculpture.

Eleven recruits are not eligible recruits at all. Two of them are idiots. Others are more or less mentally ill. For example, when they stand, their whole body trembles constantly. There is one who is afraid of sound. When they hear Berklin shouting his password, the whole person squatts down and refuses to get up...

Obviously, this is an area where the conscripts are overcrowded and, as long as they are physically fit and sound, they are relentless in sending them to the army, avoiding the trouble of caring for them and using the places they can replace as human beings. For some rich and powerful people, the later they enlist their family's children, the safer it means.

After calling the training to a halt, Claude asked Berklin to come over, pick up the notebook and write down his name after a few days of observation, and said to him, "You are responsible for the normal training of these nine men. The eight responses were slowly drawn out by Muriel Ed. Of the other eleven, Mike was still young. He followed me around to run errands, and the other ten formed another team. He didn't have to train them anymore. He couldn't train them anyway, so he learned to line them up, and then he let them lift stretchers. ”

Muried was somewhat dissatisfied: "Boss, these eight reactions are so slow, I'm not sure I can train them well. ”

“You're feeling better now, you don't have to watch the noise around, I need your help. It is true that the eight men reacted slowly, but they reacted only slowly to the passwords issued. Because they need to figure out in their minds what they're going to do with the password they just heard, and wait until they figure it out before they react, which is a beat slower than normal people. In fact, their reaction to the outside stimulus was the same as that of normal people, and I threw a can next to them, and they were the same as all the soldiers who heard voices, almost simultaneously turning their heads...” Claude didn't want Muriel to be dissatisfied, so he explained it in some detail.

“But what does that stand for? They still cannot be qualified soldiers.” Muriel still can't figure it out.

Claude smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "I mean, they're not trained like everybody else, they don't need to train in queues to go together. At the speed of their reaction, when they advance with other soldiers and hear orders to fire, they do react slowly and cannot coordinate the steps of firing.

But what we are going to form is a guard unit, which will be responsible for the vigilance and patrolling of the field treatment facilities, and the day-to-day tasks will be nothing more than standing guards and watchdogs, so that they can carry out such tasks. Although they are slow to react and they themselves understand this, they work harder than others, and I see that their training attitude is serious and arduous, so I give them this opportunity. ”

“Well, I'll try to take them first.” Muriel said yes.

“Well, the way they train, I'll give you a copy, it's simple, just do it the way you want.” Claude nodded, and the two most basic teams had formed the bulk, and he kept thinking about it, but he needed some more training props and weapons.

Obviously, whether it's a normal nine-man squad or an eight-man squad of retardation, their firearms clearly don't have the same shooting power as regular battle squads, and Claude is wondering if they can be fitted with sights to replace the density of the shooting squads with the accuracy of the shooting.

The sight Claude could have commissioned someone to go to a blacksmith's shop in Gonidad City for customization, and he didn't lack that money. The question was whether he needed to go to the battalion to find out if he would carry a charge of modifying a combat gun without authorization. This is the army. You have to be cautious every step of the way. He wasn't in White Deer Town when he wanted to, so he did what he wanted.

Entering the battalion training office, Claude was attracted to a gun placed on Lieutenant Moster's desk at first sight. Without him, the gun was very familiar, and Claude had modified it, and the finished gun was exactly the same as the one now on the table.

Claude remembers a letter he received more than a month ago from King Verricolo asking for Claude's forgiveness because his modified fireline gun was requisitioned by Wang Du's Gun Institute.

This is all because of his father, Uncle Kubrick, who stood out in front of several of his old comrades with this modified fireline gun, trying to be more accurate than them, and of course he won, but it also attracted the interest of his comrades. As soon as the news got out, the next day, the Fire Robbery Institute sent someone to requisition the modified torch.

Vericulo didn't know his modified flare gun was gone until he came home from recruit training, so he had to write to Claude. Claude also gave advice on how to modify the rope gun, but Claude did it all by herself. So he got Claude's address in the Blue Feather Corps from Boc Al, and he wrote to Claude the first time.

Claude was not concerned about the requisition of the modified fireline gun when he read this letter from Villicro, and he was pleased to hear from Villicro. So when he wrote back, he said it was okay. It was just a modified fireline gun. It was no big deal.

What do you mean, Lieutenant Moster is frowning at the fact that this fireline gun, which looks exactly like his own modification, shows up in front of him?

“This is...” Claude picked up the flame rope gun on the table, and yes, as he had modified himself, the cartridge, the tray cover, the flame rope clamping handle, all of these accessories were moved to the right side, with sights and doors on the front and rear of a straight spine on the barrel.

“This is the latest type of Obash 3 type fire rope gun. Our regiment leader won 500 places for our regiment easily. Our 11th battalion was ranked among the regiment's forerunners, so we split a hundred...” Lieutenant Moster explained to Claude.

“Then why are you so sad? Why don't you send this gun down?” Claude feels a little strange. That's a good gun. Although Wangdu's Musket Institute robbed itself of the results of its modification and changed its name to make large quantities in the name of the Obash Type III Musket, it is undeniable that this musket has been very helpful to recruits in mastering aiming and shooting accuracy.

“Sent it down, but the soldiers didn't want to use it, and handed it over again...” Lieutenant Moster said with a grin: “I asked, and so did the other four battalions that were divided into these guns, and nobody wanted to use them...”

Claude Archie: "Why? What's wrong with this gun? ”

I don't have a problem with using the gun in the mountain forest, even my sister Anna quickly mastered the elements to target the shooting, and the accuracy of the shooting improved quickly.

“There's nothing wrong with this gun.” Lieutenant Moster was helpless: "The main reason the soldiers were reluctant to use the gun was because it was not beautiful, and they gave it a nickname called a crooked neck gun. The sergeant's reaction was that the gun was not well fired because the cartridge covers were moved to the right side, which made it easy for soldiers to use cartridges and other protrusions as a basis for measuring shooting based on previous impressions, and the result was unknown where they were going. So they handed over this kind of gun again, preferring the Obash type 2 to the Obash type 3...”

Claude wanted to curse and laugh. While the Musket Research Institute found that the rope gun it had modified for Velikro greatly improved the soldier's ability to target and fire accuracy, they did not know how to use the modified musket and relied on it as a vintage musket to increase combat power, so they really didn't know where the North and South were going.

There is only one way to fight this type of fire rope gun, which is to use the precision of sighting and shooting to destroy the enemy, without having to queue up and shoot. While there is some trouble and inconvenience in loading and loading, the soldiers are well placed to use shelters to protect themselves from the enemy, rather than to show courage in walking toward the enemy with a fireline.

But now this situation gives Claude a chance. He throws his idea of a private sight outside the Nine Scales cloud, and the ready-made guy puts it in front of him. Why pay for it himself?

“They don't want it, I want it.” Claude said.

“What are you doing with this gun?” Lieutenant Moster looked at Claude suspiciously.

“Hey, didn't you assign me so many recruits? Aren't they supposed to be armed too?” Claude's in a hurry.

“That's not what I meant.” Lieutenant Moster was a little blushed, and he did forget the trash he dumped on Claude. But he still had some doubts: "Claude, are you sure your recruits need to distribute weapons? I think it would be safer to give each one of them a wooden stick, so that they could probably get into trouble with the guns, which would get you involved..."

“Nothing, safety is fine.” Claude understood Lieutenant Moster's good intentions, and he immediately assured him: "I have selected a number of people from among them who are sure to be a qualified soldier after rigorous training. As for the rest, I intend to have them lift stretchers without arming them so that they do not harm themselves and others. ”

Lieutenant Moster touched his chin for half a day and nodded eventually: “Well, let me see how many guns you need...”