Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 203 Shooting Training

Lieutenant Moster finally wrote Claude a note asking him to go to the Logistics Weapon Departments and pick up 28 Obash Type 3 firewire guns. In addition to the normal nine-man squad and the dull eight-member squad, Claude, the four noble brothers and McJackie, the runner, each had one of these crooked neck guns. Five more were claimed by Claude in the name of replacing broken guns in training, and Lieutenant Moster was haunted for half a day to say the least.

With the guns, Claude started training the recruits himself next time, and he abolished his so-called training in queuing fire. The main training is standing in a military position, standing at ease saluting, then familiarizing yourself with the guns, mastering the key points of firing, followed by the loading exercise, and finally firing at the target.

After all of this had been taken, Claude did not hesitate to dig a pit in the yard, put stones in it, built a short wall, and then let the soldiers hide inside or lie on the ground, in a cramped space or in an unwieldy position lying on their sides and lying on the ground, practicing loading guns and aiming at the shooting.

So the seventeen recruits who were trained like Claude, along with four noble children, and McJackie, who was only sixteen years old, and, of course, Claude herself, rolled all day long on the ground and greyed out every day. Not only did he have to wash his uniform two or three days a day to take a bath, but four noble children protested, saying that they had never heard of such training. Claude shuts them up in just one sentence: so that training will keep you alive on the battlefield...

It turns out to be a huge mistake to equip Obash III, or crooked neck guns, with so-called militant battle squads. The minds of the veterans have been shaped, and long-term training has made them accustomed to queuing up and firing the fires in a battle mode, and the precision of shooting a warped neck gun is not important to them.

While acknowledging that the use of a crooked neck gun improves the accuracy of shooting, moving these accessories to the right side, such as a cartridge, a tray cover, and a rope clamping handle, makes them very uncomfortable and does not look as good on the front of the barrel spine. This large piece protruding on the right side of the barrel appears to be very uncoordinated and disturbing, so they are reluctant to use such a crooked neck gun.

Claude's recruits, on the other hand, had little experience with guns, and it didn't matter to them whether they looked good or not. What mattered was that each time they hit a target in training, they brought satisfaction and joy to their bodies and minds. This is no exception to the four noble brothers, who cannot afford guns when they are at home in a state where their families have fallen, and who are not allowed to take them out to practice shooting even if they have guns hidden in their homes.

The only thing that upsets them is loading the pills, either on the ground or hiding in a pit, or hiding behind a big rock. It is indeed very difficult to charge a firearm in such circumstances. But Claude grabbed the tightest grip and often stood beside him with a fur whip, which was a whip down for longer than he had set.

Although the training of other recruit squads in the barracks was to stand and load the guns, everyone had seen it. But Claude said it was his business for people to stand up and target their enemies, and you were my men, and I was responsible for your lives, not to let you die on the battlefield easily. But being killed doesn't mean you don't have to destroy your enemies. Hiding doesn't mean you can escape...

Everyone understands why Claude made them train like this, and their own shooting exercises make them understand how stupid it is to stand as targets to the enemy. It's troublesome and inconvenient to load a gun on the ground, but it's not like you can't load a gun. On the other hand, hiding on the ground in a pit with small targets, the enemy had difficulty hitting himself, while he could hide and slowly aim at the enemy standing in sight...

Prior to the rainy season, Claude had the soldiers tear down a fence in the yard and had the soldiers build two large sheds, some 100 metres apart. In order to build these two wooden shacks, Claude ran to the Department of Logistics and Captain Cantaya for half a day of bullshit and finally paid for the required building materials in the name of training materials.

The two wooden sheds were indeed built for training, and the large sheds were pilled and aimed at the soldiers' training, all on the ground with grass mats. The small wooden shed was used to set targets, the original humanoid targets, all privately funded by Claude went to the city of Gonidad to print nearly a thousand small circles of red heart target paper, and made more than two decades of personalized half-body target paper with the wood left over from the wooden shed, so the training items were ready.

During the April rainy season, most of the Blue Feather Corps recruit training had stopped, and soldiers hid in camp tents to play cards and play chess games, waiting boringly for the rainy season to pass. But in the courtyard behind the clinic, Claude's recruit training continues to be hot, with occasional bursts of gunfire.

Without lighting the flame rope, there is no possibility of a fire, despite the difficulty and hassle of loading the pills on the ground. On the battlefield, however, the fire ropes were basically lit, and when they stood up to load the guns, on the one hand they were convenient and quick, and on the other they were safe, and even with the possibility of a fire, the guns were flying towards the sky.

But Claude asked the soldiers to load the guns on the ground, paying particular attention to where the guns were pointed when the ropes were lit. Claude asked to aim at the open space in the front yard and develop the habit of not shooting firearms in order to avoid hitting the teammates next to him.

At the end of April, Lieutenant Moster came to the treatment center to visit. Claude's firing training for his soldiers had already spooked battalion headquarters, and the gunpowder consumption exceeded three or four times that of other battle teams, which forced Lieutenant Moster to find out exactly what it was.

“How come your soldiers have trained more than 50 times a day in shooting?” Lt. Moster was very surprised to read Claude's registration form for powder consumption and the report sheet for each shooting training of soldiers, and Lt. Moster said he could not believe it.

Knowing that other battle squads are trained to march in full firing, they do not fire more than twenty times a day. It's amazing how one soldier on Claude's side trains more than fifty shots a day. Especially the recruits on his side, what kind of garbage they are, all in their hearts.

“You can look at the results of my soldier training.” Claude said with a little pride.

Lieutenant Moster followed Claude to the training compound. After the shooting, Claude asked the two of them to stay in the wooden shed in front of him and examine the results of the shooting, dressed in a rain cape, to deliver the new target paper that had just been replaced to Lieutenant Moster for inspection.

“Eleven nine-rings, five ten-rings, three eight-rings, one seven-ring, what do you think of that?” Claude said.

The shooting was not limited to the nine regular squads and the eight retarded squads, but also to Abyev, Muriel and Diaved. The worst score was Abyev, who hit the seven rings.

Lieutenant Moster looked at the heartbeat in front of him curiously, and the question he asked had nothing to do with the shooting results: “Why did you let all these soldiers shoot on the ground? Why did you keep all these stretchers in the back, and they're not armed to stand here? And where did all this target paper come from? ”

Claude had to explain to him first that the soldiers were unable to train the queues to fire. As for the stretcher squad, Claude made them stand behind the wooden shed mainly to get used to the sound of gunfire so that they wouldn't wander around in panic on the battlefield. They were supposed to be trained on stretchers only because the rainy season had to be suspended.

The target paper, which was printed privately at no cost, cost more than one gold kroner. Lieutenant Moster, while interested in Claude's privately printed target paper, did not introduce the idea into camp training. Simply put, queues march and fire with wooden targets all over the human body, so that the coverage of each firing can be estimated based on the bullet trail on the target, using a range of kills to the enemy within the maximum range of the gun, without the need for accuracy.

“Your soldiers, who are highly accurate in shooting, have met the requirements as a guard unit at the treatment center. Personally, I think you can stop shooting at them without wasting any more gunpowder from the battalion. Lieutenant Carlos, the gunpowder officer in charge of the Logistics Department, has made two reports asking us to thoroughly investigate and punish you for wasting gunpowder and guns…" Lieutenant Moster summed up politely and warned Claude.

Since Claude was known to have a well-respected Baroness Maria standing behind him, most of the battalion's officers were reluctant to deal with Claude, lest he inadvertently offended Claude to cause concern in the regiment.

Otherwise, building materials requested by Captain Claude and Captain Cantaya for the construction of two wooden sheds would not have been readily approved, and every time they applied for gunpowder from Ensign Carlos, they would have been satisfied, mainly because they were reluctant to get a note on Claude for that little thing. And Claude wanted all of this for a good reason, and for training soldiers, not to fill their bags, the results are here, and nobody has anything to say.

Claude can only laugh bitterly, how can it be so hard to do something, but it's also a helpless thing, there's no such thing as gunmen in this era of the world are all bullets, oh, here's the idea of gunpowder and guns piling up. They are accustomed to a pattern of warfare in which they line up to shoot, marching in a line of fire within range, killing and injuring the enemy, then face the enemy's artillery with the lives of the soldiers, marching forward until they are victorious by launching an assault and a special death battle between them.

The victory of every war means that countless young soldiers have become the ashes of an unquestioned battle. The victor can also count how many generals have been sacrificed on his side and how many families are in need of pensions. The losers, on the other hand, can only estimate how many troops they have lost, and their names and families are irrelevant, sometimes to evacuate and even burn the cases of the soldiers who have been killed, so that they can disappear once and for all in the world.

Claude also wanted to work hard, at least to change the pattern of war that had been stereotyped in the minds of some people: "The training I gave them for shooting was not just to put them on guard and patrol duties, but to give them a strong offensive and defensive capability. If you don't believe me, Lieutenant, then when the weather is clear, we can conduct a field confrontation exercise to test the offensive and defensive capabilities of my soldiers...”

Lieutenant Moster was very excited about what Claude called a field drill: "You mean you're confident that you'll win by letting your soldiers and a battle squad do a confrontation drill? ”

Claude shook his head: “You were wrong, not a battle squad, but a squadron, preferably equipped with a cannon. ”

“Are you crazy? You're only 20 men, not even two full teams. How can you be so confident?” Lieutenant Moster was shocked.

“I have the confidence to win, and you can try to see if I'm talking nonsense, but I have a condition that you make Lieutenant Cross have to meet my share of gunpowder and guns for the shooting training I need before the field confrontation drill. If the field confrontation drill fails, I am willing to use my own money to compensate for these gunpowders and guns that we consume.” Claude made a promise.

Lieutenant Moster looked into Claude's eyes and found his eyes firm and confident, and the lieutenant nodded slowly: "Okay, I can convey your request to Lieutenant Carlos, but after the sun clears up, I will ask the battalion to conduct the field confrontation drill, hoping you won't let me see the joke. ”

“I promise to surprise you.” Claude smiled.