February 27, 1629, North Bay City, North Peninsula, North Peninsula, mainland Australia.

The sun was shining brightly, cloudless, and even at 10 a.m., the sun, which had not yet risen to the center of the sky, rendered a scorching aura.

In other words, it's hot, very hot, very hot.

In the officer's dormitory, Li Ruchu reached out and stroked the military hat on his head, and carefully looked at the image in the mirror to smooth out the tiny wrinkles on the military uniform.

After carefully putting on the rank insignia, he looked down at the trousers on his lap, and some struggle appeared on his face.

He frowned, reached out and touched his pants, lifted his leg and walked a few more steps, the pain on his face becoming more and more obvious.

“mmp。” I cursed in a low voice, sat down on the bed, quickly took off my suit pants and threw them on the chair. In just a few minutes, the oven-warm dormitory made me sweat.

Quickly put on my shorts, put on my summer boots and ran outside.

As for what I look like now, (I suggest that readers and friends refer to the British colonial army in Singapore in the 1940s, I seriously suspect that the Senate was mixed with the British and designed such a strange military uniform.) ）

Wang Zhijing was waiting for me in the hall, and when he saw me coming, he smiled and said, "Major, you came a little early, and those people haven't come yet." ”

I trotted over from the dormitory, braving the scorching sun all the way, wiping my sweat and responding: "It's okay, it's okay to stay in the dormitory, I'll wait a while." ”

He nodded: "Then you come with me, I'll take you to the reception room, and they should come in a few minutes." ”

After taking me to a smaller conference room, Wang Zhijing left.

The conference room was on the third floor, and I walked to the window, which was facing the large playground in the barracks, where the recruits who arrived yesterday were undergoing adaptation training.

I was better indoors, but my face was oily from the hot wind blowing in from outside, and I subconsciously unbuttoned one of my jackets, so you can imagine how harsh the soldiers were under the scorching sun.

"Look at the flag! Engage the enemy at an even speed! ”

The officers on the playground shouted hoarsely and waved signal flags to direct the movement of the soldiers standing in a phalanx.

The company commander standing on the far left side of the line held high the banner he was carrying, then leaned forward 45 degrees with a "whirl", and hurriedly blew the whistle in his mouth, and the 100 soldiers standing in two rows followed the company commander forward at the same time.

Huang Qiushan's face was covered with sweat, and he strode forward with a red face. He held the rifle in both hands, his eyes aimed to the left at his comrade on the left, keeping his shoulders level with them, neither fast nor slow.

He can still recall how long he had been training for this simple movement. In the first three months of enlistment, the daily drills were boring and monotonous, nothing more than standing in a military posture, standing still in the queue and maintaining movements, changing horizontal formations into columns, columns into horizontal formations, three rows of salvos and rotational firing, and various tedious tactical skills.

At the beginning of the training queue walking, his company had to stop every 20 steps to form a whole team, either walking too fast on one side and pulling into an oblique line, or walking too fast or too slow in the middle to turn into an arc.

The fierce recruit company commander yelled at an unknown number of times, dragged everyone in the company out for a burst of angry scolding, and practiced for half a month in the morning and evening before he could walk a hundred steps briskly and a whole team.

Huang Qiushan squeezed his left eye, trying to let the sweat run down the corner of his eye.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a man in an officer's uniform standing by a window on the third floor of the office building, looking like a colonel. But Huang Qiushan didn't have the heart to continue observing, and the moving queue quickly blocked the figure from his vision.

There was some pain in his left eye, he thought. My sweat seems to have entered my eyes, the sun is stimulating, and now I can't open my left eye.

"Luckily, I shot with my right eye." He thought, "I'm going to wash my eyes with potion at noon today, so don't make my eyes red and swollen." ”

I watched the company march briskly for nearly a hundred paces, and then the company commander holding the flag whistled sharply, holding the flagpole with both hands and shaking it a few times, and the soldiers grabbed the barrel of their guns and switched from brisk walking to jogging.

The officers directing the training ran to follow up on the right side of the line, shouting for the soldiers to pay attention to the formation, stay tense, and listen to the company commander's instructions clearly.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang"

A company of a hundred men kept the same pace, stepping on the sandy ground as if there was only one voice. The flying dust was trampled and drifted slowly in the windless summer day, like a yellow cloud floating on the feet of the soldiers.

"Beep!" The company commander blew the whistle that he had been holding all the time. According to the canon, such a long whistle represents a salvo readiness.

The two rows of soldiers immediately stopped, and the floating sand drifted forward by inertia.

Huang Qiushan squinted his left eye and looked at the sides with his right eye alone. I ran a little fast, and the queue on the right was a few steps ahead of the left.

But there was no time to adjust the team at this point. The moment Huang Qiushan stopped, he took a step forward with his left leg, knelt down on one knee with his right leg, dragged the body of the gun with his left hand, and grabbed the butt of the gun with his right hand against his shoulder.

The familiar touch made him feel like he was back in endless shooting training. He subconsciously adjusted his breathing, and hundreds of exercises had already turned the next steps into habits and penetrated into his mind.

The bayonet was drawn from the scabbard on the calf and mounted on the head of the spear, the sharp triangular tip reflecting a blinding glare in the sunlight.

The soldiers in the second row still stood up straight, their rifles flat, and the heads of their comrades in the front row were pointed forward.

Chen Shangqi looked at the recruits on the right and was quite satisfied. The quality of this batch of army recruits is okay, except for the middle of the first row, which is a little faster, and other details are still qualified.

He looked squarely at the moving target in front of him, slightly closed his eyes, recalled the cavalry he had faced in China last year, and wanted to defeat those cavalry, at least 40 meters before firing a salvo, and then directly use the bayonet counter-charge to disperse the horses frightened by the roar of gunpowder.

It's just that these targets made of straw can't simulate the momentum of horses charging after all, and the psychological pressure on recruits tends to be close to zero.

"I didn't go to the battlefield, and I was a recruit after ten years of training." Chen Shangqi thought, and then waved the flag forward violently.

At the very front of the banner is the head of the gun, who will be the first person to engage the enemy in close combat after directing the company to prepare for shooting.

"Shoot!"

"Bang!"

In less than half a second of interval, a hundred flintlock pistols were fired, and the short interval made the sound of the guns continuous, huge and thunderous. The white smoke of gunpowder appeared in the blazing sunlight in an instant, like a swimming dragon.

If you look down from the sky, you will see a wall of smoke suddenly appear above the gray queue.

A hundred buckshot shot out of the smoke, bringing out a tiny trail and swooping down on the scarecrow forty meters away.

Huang Qiushan did not wait for the smoke to dissipate to check the results. After the salvo was over, he was a little dizzy and uncomfortable from the sound of the gunshot, and stood up with his comrades, grabbed the barrel of the gun with both hands, pointed the sharp tip of the knife forward, and rushed out with a loud roar.

I watched the drills of the company and nodded slightly.

From the third floor, it was clear that the scarecrows in iron and cotton armor forty meters away had been shattered by flying buckshots, like cornfields devastated by a raging Pacific hurricane.

If it had been on a real person, the yellow sand would have been covered with broken flesh and internal organs by now.

I still remember the corpse of Jiannu that I examined when I was in Golden State. The dead who were hit by a shotgun fired by a field gun had lost their value for examination, and the whole thing was cut into two pieces.

And the unlucky guy hit by the buckshot from the rifle is somewhat interesting. Some of them were lucky, and they were hit by the vital point and died quickly. And some poor ghosts who were not so lucky could only drag the intestines that flowed out and weep on the ground for a few minutes, losing consciousness in severe pain.

According to the report submitted by the medic afterwards, Jiannu wearing iron armor died relatively quickly, and the shattered iron pieces followed lead bullets into Jiannu's body, tearing open fragile human tissue.

The Jiannu in cotton armor do not have to suffer secondary injuries, but the debris in the cotton wool will be pulled into the wound, and if they can escape the threat of gunshot wounds, they will almost definitely get tetanus in the future.

Of course, considering that he was hit by lead bullet in this year, he basically knelt on the spot, and the Houjin soldiers who were qualified to wear iron armor could still enjoy a little preferential treatment for early death.