A sharp shovel was plunged into the soft earth, and the high-quality military boots on Casa's feet stomped the shovel, raising a shovel of dirt.

Ever since the beginning of trade with the Prairie Empire, the price of leather goods in Iran Hill has continued to fall: but there are more and more daily necessities and military goods made of leather.

Whether it's military boots, bullet packs, or armed belts, the leather goods on every Iran Hill grenadier are getting more and more presentable anyway. Even the newly formed infantry regiments have been equipped with the latest armed belts.

Kasa was selected from among all the soldiers, the most elite soldier, who carried a heavy bag and a full forehead of grenades, and a long spur at his waist, swaying from side to side with his movements.

"Click!" The second spade went down, and a small pit had been dug out of the originally leveled land. Casa was still repeating his actions, as he had been ordered to dig a foxhole here.

This is a new mode of defense, and every soldier has to learn how to build this simple fortification: everyone knows how to dig a pit, but why digging a pit can reduce casualties is only known to the lord.

Oh no, now it's time to call His Majesty Grand Duke Chris. Casa corrected himself in his heart, but still did not stop what he was doing. Because the sapper shovel was so easy to use, he quickly built a good foxhole.

The surrounding dirt was built up into a low breastwall in the shape of a ring, and with the help of the shallow pit below, Kasa could easily hide his body. He retreated into the foxhole and adjusted his rifle.

Like many soldiers in the twentieth century, he placed his rifle in the dirt and pressed a small buttress for ease and safety. His gaze could see through the small buttress what was happening ahead.

With only a slight tip of the M42 helmet, Casa could see everything directly ahead, allowing him to safely fire at distant enemies.

"Good!" With his hands behind his back, Chris walked in front of Casa and looked at the veteran from the territory of Seris with satisfaction. This man fought with him in the Battle of the Eastern Forest, and also fought with him in Koukou City, and he was a very good soldier.

Casa's technical moves are standard, which makes Chris happy, who comes to practice them every day. After forming 14 infantry regiments, Chris transferred the seedlings of these infantry regiments to form the 15th regiment, which is the current teaching regiment.

This regiment was personally trained by him, instilled in him the combat knowledge of modern warfare, and even attended night school every night to remediate the knowledge of cultural classes.

It can be said very responsibly that this teaching regiment is actually a military academy. Chris hopes that he can quickly train military talents, so that his tactical thinking can be quickly popularized to the grassroots.

After all, Chris didn't want to see the kind of war that used a Mauser 98K rifle to shoot three shots and shoot the cavalry while standing — it was a shame that he didn't want people to talk about such a victory.

"It's a pretty standard move! It's fast too! Make a note of it! In the evening, put him in the front row! Chris looked at Casa in the foxhole and instructed the officer in charge of recording beside him.

"What's your name?" The officer, who seemed to have a slight impression of him, held the notebook and asked Casa Dao in the foxhole.

"Report!" Kassa, who had become accustomed to it, stood up from the foxhole, clenched his chin high with his rifle and pressed his right fist to his chest, and replied loudly: "Sir! My name is Casa! Teaching regiment 1 battalion, 1 company, 1 platoon, 1 squad, 1 class and 1st class demonstration soldiers! That's it! ”

Hearing this resounding answer, Chris became even more satisfied. No wonder this soldier's technical movements are so standard, it turns out that he is the top soldier of the 1st battalion and 1st company, which is not surprising at all.

The ones that can be placed in the 1st company are the best seedlings selected by the most heart, these soldiers may not know it themselves, but Chris is training them according to the regiment commander.

Every night, Chris dined with the soldiers, taught them to apply what they had learned, and infiltrated some of the management and scheduling into their subconscious.

If the 100,000 Wehrmacht was the bone of Germany's rise, then the Teaching Corps was destined to be the bone of Elanhill. Each of these soldiers can go out and take charge on their own, directly serving as a platoon commander or even a company commander in an ordinary infantry regiment.

"Do you know why you dug this foxhole?" Chris suddenly asked curiously, thinking that it was not a bad thing to test his students once in a while.

"To develop the firepower and protect yourself!" Casa replied immediately with his chin high.

"How do you use the firepower?" Chris continued.

Kasa still replied immediately: "When we are equipped with more weapons, we can effectively annihilate the frontal enemy with a multi-layered and in-depth defense line built on the trenches and foxholes. ”

In reply, Casa even felt like his notes were right in front of his eyes: he would review the notebook every night, which contained many of Chris's words in class.

Chris was so satisfied with Casa's answer, as long as there was such a person who understood what he was saying, then his lessons with candles every night would be meaningful.

"Excellent! Casa! Chris stretched out his hand and patted Casa on the shoulder: "Promote the leader of the teaching class he is in, and promote Kasa to class leader!" We need such soldiers! ”

His words stunned the officer of record for a moment, then nodded in obedience: "Yes!" Your Majesty! We have at least seven soldiers who have met the criteria for promotion. ”

"Let's go! Go over and check out the second one! Chris pressed the new weapon at his waist and stepped to the defensive position on the other side.

It was a beautifully shaped "Peacekeeper" Colt revolver. The design of the weapon is very simple, and it is extremely reliable: the only reason why Chris was armed with this pistol so late was the old problem of insufficient ammunition production.

It wasn't until recently, after the opening of the seventeenth bullet production plant, that Chris finally began producing 9mm caliber pistol cartridges and began producing pistols for individual use.

The process of producing this pistol is very simple, and compared to the more demanding Mauser 98K rifle, this pistol born in the 19th century can be called "very easy to produce".

However, Chris did not directly take out the original Colt revolver with a caliber of point 45, because he did not want this large-caliber pistol cartridge to be chosen for future submachine guns.

Seeing the full tech tree, Chris prefers 9mm caliber pistol rounds, as this allows future submachine guns to be distinguished from assault rifles without worrying about waste.

After all, in the future, those easy-to-use submachine guns will be 9 mm caliber, and large-caliber submachine guns will be completely replaced by assault rifles with half-power ammunition.

The improved Colt revolver was a bit smaller and fired 9 mm caliber bullets. Although it is a little less powerful, it is more convenient to carry.

Because of this, this pistol became a favorite of the top brass of Iran Hill: from Chris to Desser, from Wagglon to Wilkes, almost everyone was equipped with one of these pistols.

Subsequent work on the installation of the column also began, and all the officers were equipped with such weapons. However, because of tradition, these officers still have to wear their own long swords, which looks a bit nondescript.

More advanced uniforms have also been designed, and Chris has lengthened the hem of the tunic and changed it to a type similar to a trench coat, so that it looks more harmonious with the armor belt.

In the cuffs, neckline, shoulders and arms, there is a clear difference between officers and soldiers. The idea is to allow officers to wear helmets on the battlefield and quickly distinguish them from soldiers even after wearing helmets.

Chris thinks that there is no such thing as a sniper on the other side, so he doesn't have to worry about the risk of the officer being sniped. Therefore, all the officers used bright yellow silk thread to show off the pattern of distinguishing the rank at the cuffs, this tradition Chris used in the modern European army, the purpose is also very simple: to look good, eye-catching.

His own uniform is more distinctive, as his uniform is bright yellow with gold dark stripes, which is also the only yellow uniform worn by Irlanhill.

Under Chris's plan, the future Air Force will be red uniforms, the future Navy will be white uniforms, and the Army will be gray uniforms - as for camouflage, it is not among the regular uniforms.

Winter has arrived, and although there is no snow, the temperature is already very low. The soldiers have been issued sweaters made of wool to easily cope with the weather in front of them.

As for the colder times, the soldiers were also given cotton suits: now Chris finally knows why it is so expensive to raise a soldier. Desel is really right when he says that every grenadier in Iran Hill is built with money.

In addition to the expensive Mauser 98K rifle and its matching ammunition, each item equipped by the Iran Hill Grenadier costs about 5 gold coins.

Most of the gold coins brought by Desser, as well as the gold coins earned from the grasslands, had been turned into supplies and distributed to these soldiers.

And their enemies, each soldier only needs a cheap set of armor, and a spear of little value - about 1 gold coin per person is enough.

Therefore, it is impossible for the grenadiers of Iran Hill to be defeated by the soldiers of the Mortal Empire. Because even if you don't count the buffs from technological advancements, an Ellan Hill Grenadier costs five times as much as their enemies!

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There will be a change in a while, Long Ling has something to do today, and it was written late, so forgive me.