Song Yong, who was yawning, opened the door of his No. 1 wooden house with a step that was not vigorous at all because he was wearing too many clothes.

I don't know if it's an illusion after he was frozen.

He always felt that in the last few days, the temperature of the primordial plane seemed to have dropped a little.

Although every time he came over, he forgot the reason why he had to bring a set of thermometers, so he really had no way to confirm whether the guess in his heart was correct.

But if he had a choice, he really wanted to stay in the big bed in the warm cabin and use his phone to see what was downloaded.

No matter where you go, what are you going to do?

It's a pity that this kind of beautiful idea can only be just a thought, and now he can't even sleep six hours at night.

It's like spending a day in bed, and I can't even dream of such a good thing.

Song Yong, who was woken up by the alarm clock early in the morning, broke free from the shackles of the warm quilt with supreme courage, and then wrapped himself in three layers of clothes inside and three layers outside.

Only then did he have enough courage to open the door of the wooden house to meet the cold wind and low temperature.

Sure enough, after opening the door, the cold wind that could freeze into people's bones immediately made Song Yong's residual sleepiness disappear.

It's just that Song Yong, who was in good spirits, saw everything in front of him clearly.

But like a happy little cub, he suddenly rushed into the thick snow outside the door and cheered loudly.

It's this hellish winter, and it's finally over?

That's not it, in the words of the aborigines such as the gangsters, this hellish cold winter will last for at least a month and a half, making them suffer hardship.

But after a night, the goose feathers and heavy snow all stopped.

It is already a dark cloud that has been hanging over the village for an unknown amount of time, and this morning, it has completely disappeared.

A long-lost winter sun shone on the snowy land.

Standing knee-deep in the snow, just being shone on his body by this round of winter sun, Song Yong's whole mood brightened......

In the middle of winter, there may not be a sunny day in a month, what should I do?

Of course, I stepped up the time and hurried to dry the quilt and clothes.

No, we should hurry up and clear up the accumulated snow on a field of about 50 acres at the bottom of the mountain, and clear out a small school field.

The purpose of this is to start a military training in such good weather.

So, under the leadership of Brother Yong, the gray rabbit, the people with the big tickets held shovels in their hands and worked hard in the deep snow.

Among them, the people of the tribe, except for the crippled craftsmen with the best craftsmanship such as Six Fingers, also continued to work with a small number of people.

Ensure that in several earthen blast furnaces, there will be no flameout.

The rest of the adult men and women were counted as one, and they were all strictly ordered by Song Yong to join the clean-up of the field and then start the training activity.

After the spring, more than eighty percent of the old men need to be dispatched to join the coalition forces in the southwest region.

Naturally, they need to hurry up and master the loading and use of muskets, as well as the characteristics of muskets, and become familiar with the slightly evolved combat phalanx, as well as the new combat passwords.

Basically, they are all women comrades who need to stay behind.

Song Yong believes that they must also master the skillful use of muskets.

The reason was simple: after the vast majority of the men had gone on the expedition, they were the women left in the family, and they had learned to use muskets, so that they could always be prepared for some emergency.

For example: fierce beasts that flow from the depths of the mountains and forests, small groups of savages attacking troops.

In order to be in a hurry, even the cubs who were not allowed to go out for the previous time, fearing that they would be frozen, were also released from the cave today and took a shovel to remove the snow together.

In the past, the adults were basically busy with other things.

The cubs, under the watchful eye of a handful of women, stayed in the cave throughout the daytime to watch the replay of the learning videos.

Anyway, that's what Song Yong thought.

Even if it is playing the piano to a cow, as long as the time is long enough and the kung fu is deep enough, then these cows can cultivate a little bit of so-called artistic cells many times.

The most important thing is that every ten days and half a month, Ji will take people to check the learning effect of these little cubs.

The specific inspection content is the addition formula table, a few addition and subtraction within ten.

When the time comes, the cubs who can't memorize and calculate the results will go home and be beaten by a mixed doubles.

"Stand upright, take a break, turn left, walk in unison~"

From the faint sound of 'clanging' that could still be faintly heard outside the mile, Song Yong, who was holding an electric horn, kept issuing such a password.

Under such a command, a group of earth buns first lined up a neat phalanx.

Then, with a musket in their hands, they made various forward and backward movements in a fairly strict formation, according to the command.

These dirt buns, because they had good experience in the queue before, are also very quick to get started with the new musket phalanx.

Seeing such a scene, Song Yong felt very relieved.

Because in this way, at least a week of time was saved for him to devote to the specific use of the musket.

Even if it is the same shot, it is very important to be able to fire an extra round of muskets in the phalanx within a minute.

And in order to achieve this, there is no other way to think of other than to constantly let these dirt buns practice and practice makes perfect......

In the midst of intense training, the day is quickly over.

That is, at more than three o'clock in the afternoon, today's rare sunny day was over, dark clouds once again covered the sky, and the biting cold wind began to blow again.

Although it has not snowed yet, it is estimated that within half an hour, the goose feathers will fall again.

And at this time, it was also time for Song Yong to start testing the results of the first day of training.

After several phalanxes of one hundred and fifty people, each with fifty people in each row, a total of three rows, Song Yong shouted loudly:

"Start Reloading~"

After issuing the no order, Song Yong saw that in the phalanx not far away, an earthen bun took out a finger-sized paper tube from the bamboo tube around his waist.

The paper tube was lightly greased, and it was full of gunpowder and lead bullet that had been ordered.

After biting through the bottom of the paper tube, he carefully filled the powder at the bottom with gunpowder and poured it into the powder magazine.

This is used to raise more gunpowder in the barrel.

Then, after pouring all the remaining granular gunpowder into the erected barrel, the earthen bun with the iron strip was stabbed three times in succession, compacting the granular gunpowder at the bottom of the barrel.

Finally, the lead bullet is put into the barrel and compacted again.

When the whole process was completed, Song Yong, who was silently counting the time by second, had already passed twenty seconds.

And the earth bun that he paid attention to was not the fastest or slowest in the entire phalanx, and it was the most normal reloading time among hundreds of people.

Just this reloading speed made Song Yong very dissatisfied.

Because according to the information, the musketeers who used the brown bass in the empire of the sun never set back then could basically fire seven or eight times in one minute.

With the speed of these dirt buns in front of him, three times is quite enough.

After suppressing the unhappiness in his heart, Song Yong issued a new order: "Fire~"

Under such an order, only the personnel of the first platoon of all the phalanxes opened fire, which was Song Yong's three-stage shooting method in order to maintain his continuous vitality.

Suddenly, at the same time as the dense gunfire rang out, a large area of choking gunpowder smoke rose up.

In this choking smoke of gunpowder, the personnel of the first platoon, who had just finished firing, quickly retreated from the gap in the queue to the last row.

At the same time, after the men of the latter two factions took a step forward, the men of the original second platoon leveled their muskets.

'Fire~'Fire~'

After two consecutive firings, it stands to reason that the personnel of the original first platoon should have completed the loading and continued to fire, so as to maintain the uninterrupted firing.

It's just at this moment, looking at the fact that he is still loading the bullet in a panic.

Even in a hurry, even the gunpowder was spilled, or after the filling was completed, even the iron strip forgot to pick up the dirt buns.

Song Yong knew that such training would take many more times.