Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 206 Outbreak of War

This field confrontation exercise at the Eleventh Field Battalion of Blue Feather Corps, where the Fookby Hill barracks are stationed, is like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up a ripple and then disappearing. In less than a week, nobody talked about this contest anymore. Occasionally, it was also said that Claude, despite being weak and strong, had a nasty and ruthless confrontational courage.

In addition, his tactics may be adapted to the squad manoeuvres and may be useless on the battlefield. After all, the current war is a battleground of tens of thousands of men and women, and a confrontation between the two armies can often determine the victory or defeat of a war. If you use Claude's tactics and imagine tens of thousands of people crawling on the ground, then, as Lieutenant Kermont said, the Blue Feather Regiment becomes an army of maggots...

So when Claude got back to camp, he wasn't the target of everyone's attention because of the victory of this field confrontation drill. The only benefit is that Lieutenant Moster and Lieutenant Carlos of the Logistics Department no longer say anything about the gunpowder firearms consumed by Claude's guard unit. They have seen the power of precision firing, and what Claude says can only be made more precise by long-term and massive live fire.

Claude was troubled, however, by the fact that the Obash 3-type firerope gun in his hand was a new model of the Royal Institute of Firearms for precise targeting, but the accuracy of its shooting was not satisfactory. Claude found that at a distance of about a hundred meters, accuracy was still assured, and targeting the heart of a target with ten rings was not difficult. But the distance is more than 150 meters to 200 meters, and the error between aiming and shooting is about a palm distance...

This is not a soldier's problem, but the fireline guns are now basically sliding rifles, and the bullets are round beads made of iron lead. Apart from man-made and environmental factors, their ballistic trajectories have changed since they were fired, and this is not something that a soldier can fully grasp with a large number of live projectiles over a long period of time. Or it could be said that over a hundred meters away, it depends on luck if the shooting hits the target.

Claude had made his own trial modification of the rope gun in the woods, mostly for hunting, within a hundred meters, so he didn't even notice the problem. It was not until after that field confrontation exercise that he felt that precise shooting at a range of 200 metres was still somewhat difficult for the soldiers. If that alchemy charm array was around, he might want to try it himself, remembering that it would be possible to carve a ribbon in the chamber and use a miniature bullet to solve the problem. Although I was not a firearms expert in my previous life, I have seen some related posts on the Forum.

But now in the barracks, Claude doesn't have that condition. Although the Blue Feather Corps has a small firearm repair facility in Gonidad City, Claude went there once and found that the greatest strength of the gun repair facility was to reassemble the firearm, remove the good parts from the broken firearm and reassemble them into a good, often four or five broken firearms to assemble a new firearm. As for wanting to modify a firearm or something, it's a night in the sky for this firearm repair shop, you don't even have to think about it.

Also, for Claude, that field confrontation exercise somehow allowed officers in many regimental battalions to give him a good soldier rating. Claude's ability to train a group of soldiers who had been eliminated from recruit training to obey orders and carry out precise shooting in just over two months or so was well recognized. Even if the soldiers could not march in queues and fire, the guard post, combined with patrols, would be competent.

So, more than a week later, Claude received another assignment to receive 60 or 70 newly eliminated recruits from the regimental battalion, just as he was required to train to the same level as the Guard Corps soldiers in the treatment facility.

It was said that this was the proposal of Lieutenant Colonel Leoncro, Deputy Chief of the Regiment Battalion Training Service, who had come to watch the field confrontation exercise, to throw all the goods that had been eliminated from the recruit pool for training at Claude, as if the scrap iron had returned to the furnace, and perhaps to bring in some qualified guard soldiers. That would be better than sending these recruits to the Logistics Department for hard work...

Claude complained to Lieutenant Moster about how he became a nanny, and accepted these eliminated recruits, who had two squadrons in their own hands, who was going to be squadron captain of both squadrons. One unit is staffed by a Chief Sergeant who serves as the team leader, one of whom serves as his deputy and continues to lead the team on the battlefield at any time in succession to a dead Sergeant. But the Squadron Leader would basically appoint a lieutenant, and a squadron would have four squadrons, four sergeants and four deputy sergeants.

Now there are 17 soldiers in Claude's treatment unit, 10 idiots plus psychopaths as stretchers, and four noble brothers as officers. Coupled with those eliminated recruits sent here from the regimental battalion, there are nearly 100 men, almost two squadrons.

Not as many of his men as possible, Claude finally trained those 17 guards and was trying to figure out how to make the 10 idiots and the mentally ill eligible stretchers. As a result, he had to accept so much garbage and was getting a little big at the end of the day, so he found Lieutenant Moster and insisted that he would not carry the pan. You can train yourself, but you need an official lieutenant officer to cover the rain for you.

Lieutenant Moster is also in trouble, which is what it means, and he can't help it. But as Claude said, sending two lieutenants as squadron captains was something he couldn't do. All lieutenant officers knew what Claude was training for, the garbage he had been trained to eliminate by recruits, and nobody wanted to be Squadron Leader. At the sight of the imminent outbreak of war, the lieutenant officers who hoped to make further progress on the battlefield were reluctant to come to the treatment station guard to mix their days.

Being a lieutenant officer yourself, there is no way to dictate to another lieutenant officer. Lieutenant Moster can only euphemize himself and ask for Claude's instructions above. But if there's no arrangement, Claude can only represent the squadron leader himself. As for arranging for other sergeants and sergeants to come, Lieutenant Moster indicated that, since Claude represented the squadron in his capacity as sergeant chief, the four noble sons could also represent the squadron in his capacity as sergeant chief.

As for their deputies, Lieutenant Moster could have drawn a few corporals or veterans of the rank of sergeant, because of the expansion of the army to train and prepare for battle, the veterans of the rank of sergeant were promoted to sergeant chief, and with Lieutenant Moster's powers, only a few corporals and sergeants could be assigned to Claude. However, the remaining 72 Obash type 3 firerope guns in the battalion were swung by Ensign Moster, all allocated to Claude and promised an unlimited supply of gunpowder guns, and he knew that Claude's live firing training was expensive.

Looking at Claude still lagging in his office, Lieutenant Moster ended up annoyed, positively warning Claude, as a soldier and most importantly following orders, to carry out the tasks entrusted to him by his superiors. You are not a small trader, you cannot bargain with your superiors because of the difficulties of the task. Remember, you are a soldier and obeying orders is your vocation...

Claude had no choice but to hand over the eliminated recruits and take them back to the treatment center to figure out how to train them.

Time soon passed, and while Claude was busy training recruits, a message reached the barracks at the end of May. When the war broke out, the Kingdom of Ovieras declared war on the Alliance of Five Against the Olympics, and the Alliance of Five Against the Olympics declared war on the Kingdom of Ovieras. The clouds of war spread throughout the eastern part of the Farea continent, and the flames were lit, but it was not known who would be burned to ashes.

A wave of cheers erupted in the barracks. Many soldiers and officers rushed to the playground to cheer loudly. Long live the kingdom. Long live Sterling, defeat the anti-Olympic five alliance and other slogans, and sing loud military songs and other battle songs of the Blue Feathers Legion. The momentum is high. Perhaps in their eyes the victory of this war will be long overdue, without the need to brag...

Claude is training his stretchers outside the barracks, and now there are thirty-eight stretchers, all of whom are unsuitable for soldiering. All Claude had to do was train their reflexes, throw strawmen in Blue Feather Corps soldiers and officer uniforms in the mountains, and let the stretchers go up and carry them back on the stretchers. To adapt these stretchers to the atmosphere on the battlefield, Claude also sent people to the kitchen in the cafeteria to get some pig blood, intestines, hearts and lungs and stuff on Scarecrow.

Stretchers who can bring back scarecrows can drink water and rest and even get a reward for a fruit or a small loaf of bread. If you don't bring it back, you'll get a whip, turn around and carry it until you bring back a scarecrow. Claude had no choice but to train these stretchers by training the hounds to develop their reflexes. As for what the military rules say about saving officers first, Claude says it's too complicated, and stretchers can't even tell between idiots and psychopaths...

In a month, Claude accepted three batches of eliminated recruits from the regimental battalion for a total of 121, and then compiled a 60-member guard squadron and a 38-member stretcher squadron, a truly hopeless idiot who was thrown into the regimental logistics department for hard work.

Two recruits used to be local gangsters. After being forcibly recruited, they loaded up in the regimental battalion to sell fools and eliminate recruits for training. They came to Claude to rehabilitate their magic tricks. After Claude discovered them, they continued to teach. Claude then reported to Lieutenant Moster of the Military Training Department, who became two chickens, beheaded in front of the entire battalion, and his head was summoned to the regimental battalion to warn all conscripts.

The news of the outbreak of the war came from Dr. Perente in a carriage. Dr. Perente said the barracks were overwhelmed and the officers were celebrating cheering and shouting to trample the Olympic Five Alliance. As for the soldiers, some of them were cheering along with the officers, but most of them just watched silently and the atmosphere was a little depressing. After all, the outbreak of war meant that they had to go to war as cannon dust, which was not really good news for sober minds.

Claude had nothing to say. He was just prepared. Although he is now a sergeant, he is still a squadron leader of the guard squadron of the surrogate treatment clinic, much more secure in terms of security than the soldiers in the barracks. At the very least, he doesn't have to go into battle, and even the treatment center has to follow the battalion line, which is behind the battlefield.

“Are we going to open it?” Claude asked.

Dr. Perente shook his head: "I don't know, the Legion Battalion hasn't issued its orders, and I don't know what orders we're going to get from the Eleventh Field Battalion. However, it was heard that the third and seventh battalions at the Legion Battalion had been ordered to open in the direction of the Principality of Siddins. I think our regiment is likely to attack in the direction of the Principality of Siddins...”

Claude sighed and the war broke out so suddenly that he thought he still had a month to buffer, at least to train the eliminated recruits. Most of the news in the newspapers in the near future was also sent by the Royal Special Envoy to the Anti-Olympic Five Alliance, hoping to bridge the dispute between them and not easily start a war. I didn't expect the war to start so soon, or the Kingdom has taken the initiative to declare war against the A5. I really don't understand what has happened to force the Kingdom to wage war.

Claude has a feeling of helplessness in the tide of history. Slightly speaking, many things are not under your control...