Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 215: The Great Prince of Hansburg

On the last night of the 577th year of Holy Light, Claude and his guards passed at the entrance to the mountain lanes in the Odin Mountains. Perhaps Claude would have really forgotten that this was the last day of the year if he hadn't sent a carriage to Claude, a squadron of guards, with a special supply gift for the new night.

Captain Wardroff, acting commander of the Amis City Guard Battalion, despite his violent nature, was a very attentive commander, and he had been deeply resentful that Major Jebson, the commander of the tenth battalion battalion, had stuffed this squadron of disqualified soldiers and replaced him with two bottles of good wine, although he had taken the time to inspect them. Claude took the opportunity to get an extra supply of gunpowder guns, guarding the entrance to the mountain lane, and he felt that members of the guard squadron should also continue to be trained in live ammunition shooting, which, after all, was just one of the strengths of accurate shooting.

As a guard at the entrance to the hills, not only did the road guard inspect the pedestrians of past vehicles, but also dispatched squadrons to conduct irregular patrols of this large area of nearby mountains and forests. It was very snowy and the weather was very cold, and fortunately the winter clothing prepared by the Department of Logistics was adequate and timely, and Claude, while on duty in the field, did not suffer from the cold. The mountain entrance was a little windy, no one could take it anymore when standing guard. Claude simply asked the people below to use the snow pile to solve the problem.

A special gift from the Department of Field Support as a gift for a new evening was a bottle of fruit wine, two slices of meat and two fruits for each soldier. Claude thought the gift seemed a little too thin, but imagine that Amis City now had nearly 300,000 troops stationed, and that the Logistics Department had done its part and effort to prepare these gifts for the soldier on a new night. So why don't you just pay for it and ask Berklin to take someone back to town to buy two sheep and two barrels of rye, so the guards can eat and drink better at night.

On January 13, 578, Holy Light interrupted nearly half a month of logistical transport, and countless carriages were carrying logistical armaments to Amis City day and night. In addition to checking that these past convoys have complete passes, Claude, a guard squadron, has an additional task to clean up snow accumulation on the regional highways in order to avoid causing traffic jams on the highways.

On 14 February, the guard corps, which had rushed from Wang Du to the front line, finally arrived, and their guards even took over the defense of the entrance to the mountain lane. Claude would have liked to have stood by the road to see if he could have touched Villicro, but a regiment of four or five thousand horses would have taken half a day through the entrance to the hill. He quickly got tired of watching his team stand idle by the road and watch the noise, simply assemble and continue shooting in the wilderness next to him.

Claude was also unable to allow soldiers to fire live ammunition because they were overmanned on the highway, which was to train them to reload and aim. After half a day of training, when there were more horseback riding officers on the highway, they stood by the road and watched the soldiers of the guard squadron perform horizontal, kneeling loading training...

When Claude ordered the guards to rest for half an hour, a guard captain rode over and asked Claude to come with him, and His Royal Highness the Great Prince wanted to speak to him.

Your Royal Highness? Claude thought, "It will not be Lady Maria who entrusted this great prince to take care of herself again..." It was only after Claude passed that he realized he was thinking too much. The great prince had no idea who he was, and what he was interested in was the way Claude trained the soldiers.

Prince Hansburg, a middle-aged man in his forties, was wearing a uniform of ordinary Guardian soldiers without any shoulder stamps on his shoulders. But the stamps of those officers surrounding him almost flashed Claude's eyes. From lieutenant to lieutenant general, honorary ranks and official ranks were available. More than half of the twenty were ranks above the Major. Claude simply raised his hand to salute a circle before putting it down and standing up.

“Are you the squadron leader of this squadron? What's his name?” Grand Prince Hansburg asked gently.

“Yes, Your Highness, I am acting temporarily. My name is Claude. Fields.” Claude replied.

Prince Hansburg pointed to the guns in the hands of the guard squadron soldiers: "Claude, I wonder, are all of your squadron's guns Obash type 3, which are forcibly sent to you, so you have to use them? ”

“No, we asked for it. ”

“Oh, is that so? I've heard a lot of people say that this is a failed gun, nothing but more precise targeting and shooting. Especially the soldiers who are used to Obash Type 2 flash rope guns. It's hard to grasp and get familiar with this gun. What do you think? ”

“Your Highness, the good use of weapons also depends on who holds it and where it is used. The veterans were accustomed to using Obash 2 type firerope guns, and it was normal to be somewhat uncomfortable with this type of shooting. They also gave the gun the nickname Warp Neck Musket, often with a large shooting deviation when queuing to fire, so they didn't like to use this Obash 3 type rope gun.

And my crew are recruits, they don't line up to shoot, so there's no prejudice to the use of this kind of gun, and when you get familiar with it, you don't feel bad about it. In addition, our guard squadron is responsible for guarding the entrance to this hill and for routine patrols and vigilance, and the precision with which these guns are aimed and fired is more practical to us, because we are dealing with only a small number of enemies… "Claude thought back.

“Oh, a crooked neck gun…” Grand Prince Hansburg laughed: "The soldiers of the Red Dragon Corps and the Lion Vulture Corps have given the gun a crooked nickname that doesn't sound like a crooked neck. You still have a point. It's okay if you get used to recruits. But how accurate are your soldiers at shooting? ”

“Your Highness, soldiers of our guard squadron are more accurate in shooting at a distance of about 100 metres, but beyond this distance there is only a 50 percent chance of hitting. It's not our problem, it's the gun itself. ”

“A hundred meters of distance is more accurate?” Prince Hansburg came and turned his back: “Let them shoot me live...”

“Your Highness, no, your safety is important.” A lieutenant colonel shouted up next to him.

“Nothing, they are soldiers of our kingdom, not assassins. And aren't you with me?” Grand Prince Hansburg waved his hand, saying that he didn't care.

Claude was somewhat embarrassed: "Your Highness, the highway was overcrowded, and I feared that the sound of live ammunition would lead to a misunderstanding, so I only allowed the soldiers to perform loading exercises. ”

Prince Hansback laughed. “It's okay, it's the Guardianship Corps. If they're going to be scared by your training guns, that's ridiculous. I'll just take their uniforms off and let them go back to bed...”

The officers beside them also laughed for a while.

Prince Hansburg remembered the training he had just seen: "By the way, who, you say, why would your squadron of guards train on the ground and on their knees to be loaded? ”

“Your Highness, my name is Claude. Fields.” Claude's face was full of black lines, and his heart said I had just reported my name a few minutes ago.

“Well, Claude, I'm sorry, your name is a bit ordinary, I don't remember.” From this point of view, Prince Hansburg is still very approachable, and he is not as cheerful as Prince Widreck II, and his attitude is sincere when he says sorry.

Claude could only smile, and the answer had to be: "Yes, because of the precision of the shooting, there was no need for soldiers to stand up and load after the shooting was complete, which made them vulnerable to enemy fire and caused unnecessary damage. So I let them practice and familiarize themselves with the way horizontal and kneeling loads are loaded so that they can hide themselves and make it difficult for the enemy to find us...”

If Prince Hansburg thinks about it, “You think about it very carefully, it's a good way to go. On the western front, many soldiers of the Red Dragon Corps and the Lizard Corps who used this gun got up after the shooting was finished and were hit by a stray bullet that the enemy hit back... now show me the accuracy of your soldiers' live shooting...”

Now that Grand Prince Hansburg insists on the accuracy of the shooting of his guard squadron soldiers, Claude can only do so. However, the accompanying officers recruited a squadron of guard soldiers, who stood behind the guard squadron soldiers and protected the Grand Prince very strictly.

At a distance of 100 meters, Claude asked the guard's soldiers to take turns shooting live ammunition in a small group, shooting 10 rounds per round, then picking up the target paper for viewing. Basically the largest of the seventy-eight rings and the ten rings of the ninth ring, the results of the shooting surprised the officers and the great prince of Hansburg. According to them, although targets are different from target paper, only veterans with the best shooting scores can do so in the Red Dragon Corps and the Lizard Corps.

The performance of the whole squadron's live firing drill was very satisfactory to Grand Prince Hansburg, but Claude was a little black-faced, and the lack of live firing training in the previous two months had reduced the performance of the guard soldiers. It was Prince Hansburg who forgot Claude's name that made Claude feel a little embarrassed, but when His Royal Highness walked away, he deliberately asked Claude's name again, and it only took him a long time.

“I thought His Royal Highness would give us something because of our good shooting results. I didn't expect them to flatter us, but they didn't come out with anything practical. It's too cheap.” Berklin complained with some dissatisfaction.

“You think beautiful,” Abyev said in a chat, "His Royal Highness the Prince. Do you think he'll reward us with a lot of gold from his pocket on the spot? That's what businessmen and outbursts do. It would be an unexpected surprise if we were to be rewarded until tomorrow. It's already good to brag about us just now...”

Claude also thought it would be strange for Prince Hansburg to see his training soldiers loaded with horizontal and kneeling loads, and he didn't take this encounter personally. But it was unexpected that Captain Wardroff, acting commander of the guard battalion, arrived the next morning on horseback.

“What mistake did you make yesterday?” Captain Wardroff grabbed Claude and asked.

“Make a mistake? I didn't make any mistakes? I didn't do anything...” Claude was unsurprisingly asked, a misty piece of water.

Captain Wardroff was a little upset: "Nothing. Then why did Prince Hansburg send someone to pick me up from bed last night and let me go to the office and transfer all the files from your squadron? If it hadn't been for the closing of the gate at night, I would have come to you..."

Prince Hansburg asked someone to transfer all the files of my guard squadron? Claude couldn't figure out what was going on. He had to repeat yesterday that Grand Prince Hansburg had shown the guard live fire drill.

“You son of a fool have a fool's blessing...” Captain Wardroff looked at Claude with envy: “Obviously, His Royal Highness has a crush on you, and your boy is about to fly Huang Tengda. If I hadn't traded two bottles of good wine for your squadron, your boy wouldn't have had such an opportunity. Don't forget me in the future...”

“Come on, don't mention your two bottles of good wine. Really, if you want good wine, you tell me I have it.” Claude was wondering, what would Prince Hansburg want to do by transferring the Squadron's files? When the guard around him, it's impossible, he's got people...

Two days later, Claude was officially ordered to report to the guerrilla battalion with his guard squadron.