On the fifth day of Charles' arrival in Nancy, Charr's knight, Passel Danette, first fulfilled Charles' call orders and returned to him with 500 "recruits", hoping to get the opportunity to awaken and become a powerful transcendent warrior.

However, his wish was not fulfilled immediately, and after Charles mixed the 500 men with the other recruits who came later, he began to select and train the recruits under the personal command of Charles.

Only those who meet the standard of physical fitness can enlist in the army, and the old, weak, sick and disabled will not count.

Passel Darnet fully understood what the lord was doing, he had long known that this opportunity to awaken to the extraordinary world was not so easy to get, and he had long guessed that the charr would not allow indiscriminate behavior, so he chose healthy young men.

However, Shire's selection and training method is not only standing but running, which is difficult for this aristocratic subordinate who has been trained as a knight since childhood.

"Although I have never been a soldier, I have participated in military training!"

Unbeknownst to Passel Darnett, Charles was repeating the same way the instructor tortured his students.

The first is the inhumane posture of the army, and a seemingly simple test method exposes many problems with these recruits.

"Somebody fainted here, medics!"

"Someone fainted again, come on!"

A few rough men ran from the side, picked up their companion who had fainted on the ground, and ran to the bottom of a shed with a snort, and poured water into it by breaking open their mouth.

This kind of scene has appeared many times in the past two days, which makes Charles, who is staying at the scene to supervise, very helpless, these recruits are not neatly lined up like stupid geese, and their physical fitness is too poor, and their physical reserves are even worse.

If you stand for a long time, you will shiver and sweat, and if you stand for a long time, you will fall and faint.

"Okay, the first battalion will rest for a while, add a training meal, and let the third battalion conduct queue training, I tell you, within three days, everyone must be clearly distinguished, otherwise you will have no chance to awaken, understand?"

"Understood!"

The three acting battalion commanders who had completed the recruitment task all straightened their backs and responded loudly, but the anxiety in their hearts was known only to themselves.

What is left and what is right? Do you want to learn these things when you were a child, and you let these croppers who only know how to farm learn all of them in three days?

Besides, the left and right movements are advancing and retreating, these are all basic military skills, a group of big-headed soldiers only need to follow the officers to charge, do you still want them to understand the left wing, the right wing, detours and assaults?

Except for Neo Gricht, the commander of the first battalion who had become a transcendent, similar thoughts flashed through the hearts of the other two.

But no matter how anxious they were, they didn't dare to question Charles, a few days ago, no one believed that Lord Marquis was a ruthless guy who hanged a dozen nobles in one go, and now they remembered Charles's decisiveness at that time, and their hearts couldn't stop trembling.

It's just that these boring training methods seem to them to be a different way in the eyes of others.

On a hill a mile away from where these recruits were trained, Linar had been watching with a telescope for three hours.

"Mademoiselle, has this Marquis of Lorraine been instructed by our Prussian soldiers?"

The leader of the private army, who was following Linar, leaned forward and whispered a question.

"Probably not!"

Linar shook her head and lowered her binoculars.

Others may not understand the purpose of Charr's training, but Prus has been exploring military reform over the years, so Linar can see at a glance that Charles is strengthening the discipline of these recruits, as well as the basic tactical understanding.

The basic orientation terms of front, rear, left, and right are an important part of a simple tactical command, such as "advance two hundred meters from the left", "the first battalion attacks the third battle group on the right side of the enemy", and so on.

A group of fighters who could not distinguish between left and right could only follow behind the officers and charge and retreat in a disorderly manner, unable to perform detailed tactical tasks.

As long as they sharpen a few times on the battlefield, there will naturally be talented and intelligent soldiers who will grow into grassroots tactical commanders, breaking the status quo of the aristocratic monopoly of the officer class.

"Miss, they've found us!"

"Got it. ”

Linar turned her head and stared blankly at the leader of the private army, who quickly retreated to his position, keeping his distance from Linal.

Linar made a "don't follow me" gesture, knocked her feet lightly on the horse's belly, and the war horse under her trotted briskly, and greeted Charles who was running alone.

Charles rode up to Linar on a big black horse and said with a playful smile, "Cousin, you're peeking at our military secrets!"

Linar didn't deny it, and even said lightly: "Are you planning to increase the proportion of musketeers in the army?"

“.........”

Charles was dumbfounded, and he had to admire Linal's military literacy in his heart.

He did want to try to replace the mixed tactics of the hot and cold weapons of the Sbaia bullfighting formation with a dense musket formation.

And the all-musket tactics are very important for the requirements of the formation, a well-formed musket formation can make a beautiful salvo, if it is a messy formation, then wait to be slaughtered by the opposing cavalry!

Charles said, "Is it true that Pruss is also trying this?"

Linar nodded, "I got the news that you gave a rifle improvement to King Ruthalf, right?"

"Yes, I was short of money at the time, so I gave that technology to Rosseff to pay off the debt, and as you know, I owe a lot of debt to the Royal Workshop, and I can't borrow money anywhere. ”

Linar glanced at Charles, "You didn't ask me to borrow money at the time, are you sure your skills can increase the rate of musket fire to two hundred to one?"

"Yes, does Pruss have that kind of technology too?"

"Pruss didn't have this firing technique, but he did have rifle technology that could shoot accurately at 300 paces. ”

Linar stared into Charles' eyes, only to find that Charles was not at all surprised.

"Rifling?"

Charles said lightly, and then he also looked at Linaer's pink eyes, and also found no surprise or surprise.

Linar: "You have inherited Uncle Bourman's knowledge, and you have studied it even more thoroughly. ”

Charles: "Do you want to cooperate? I lack the machinery and workers to make rifled barrels, you lack the recipe for a new type of firing gunpowder, how about an equivalent exchange?"

"How many barrels are you going to change this time?"

Charles held out a finger and shook it in front of Linal's eyes.

"10,000 barrels, are all the men of your Lorraine Regiment issued muskets?"

"No, I want a factory with a capacity of 10,000 barrels a year!"

Linar: ".........."

"Don't you feel despicable that you are despicable, you greedy profiteer, every time you exchange something insignificant for my wealth?" Linar angrily raised her horsewhip and slapped it the head of the big black horse Falman.

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