Although the scorching spring sun did not show the slightest heat of midsummer, after several hours of training under the scorching sun, Wei Daoan's military uniform was still sweaty, and he was repeating the training with difficulty. The bricks in his backpack became heavier and heavier, weighing him down. The comrades beside him are not much better than him at the moment.

According to the training requirements of the Loyal Army, even on the training ground, when they conduct queue training, they must carry bricks in their backpacks to ensure that the weight meets the requirements of marching.

Long hours of training are not only a test of physical fitness, but also a test of will. As the training continues, more effort is required with each step and the leg becomes heavier with each lift. But no one said anything, and no one stopped. The roar of the platoon commander and the drummer's drum beat constantly rang in Wei Daoan's ears, and on the training ground, they constantly adjusted the queue with the change of the drum beat.

In the era of smoothbore guns, platoon training was extremely necessary and a prerequisite for ensuring the combat effectiveness of the troops, so almost every day, the daily training of each battalion was a platoon, and in contrast, live firing was extremely limited.

After the Spring Festival, Wei Daoan was adjusted from the 26th Battalion to the 126th Battalion, and this adjustment was made because after the Spring Festival, a new round of conscription was carried out, and tens of thousands of recruits would be conscripted into the army, and the 126th Battalion, as a second-line unit, would be replenished to reach a full state. For Wei Daoan, this time it was a blessing - once the new recruits were added, he would be promoted to a corporal because of this opportunity.

And that's exactly what he dreamed of, which meant his desire to do it a year ahead of schedule. However, if you want to be promoted to a corporal, it does not mean that you can be promoted to a corporal after the unit is expanded. In fact, he still has several competitors, after all, not all senior soldiers can be promoted to corporal. In the end, only some of them get promoted, and to get promoted, you need to perform well on the training ground. In order to take advantage of the expansion of the army to get promoted, Wei Daoan, like everyone else, was willing to devote more time to training in the training ground.

Now the camp of the 126th battalion is located in the south of Luzhou City, but only five miles. Because the backbone of the 126th Battalion is a squadron drawn from the 26th Battalion, which includes both veterans who have been on the battlefield, most of them are non-commissioned officers, and there are also recruits like Wei Daoshan who were recruited last year, and they have to undergo the most rigorous military training before the recruits are replenished into the battalion, after all, they need to become the backbone of the 126th Battalion in the future. When the 126th Battalion was formed, it was not directly withdrawn from the 26th Battalion a squadron, but the backbone of the troops was drawn from several squadrons, and after replenishing the recruits, according to a certain proportion, the veterans led the recruits, so as to ensure that the 126th Battalion had a certain combat effectiveness, and a group of newly formed 26 battalions was equivalent to the second-line troops of the Loyal Army.

Training is the basic premise for ensuring the combat effectiveness of the troops, and without strict training and good discipline, the new weapons are nothing more than burning sticks, and under strict conditions, even the most ordinary spears can exert combat effectiveness beyond people's imagination.

From the first day of their service, the soldiers of the Loyal Army were required to undergo all kinds of rigorous training on a continuous basis. Recruits first undergo a month-long basic training, and after entering the unit, they also need to undergo a large amount of queue training to ensure that the troops can quickly form and change formations under various complex terrain conditions.

"Sweat more in peacetime, shed less blood in wartime" is the creed of the Loyal Army. This is so demanding for ordinary soldiers, and even more so for non-commissioned officers who are the vanguard and the backbone of the grassroots of the troops!

And for these soldiers who want to be promoted to non-commissioned officers, they naturally hope to be promoted to non-commissioned officers with excellent military qualities. That's why everybody works so the training ground. After the two-hour training, with a disbanding drum beat, Wei Daoan and his comrades-in-arms sat down on the ground like a broken general, and then dropped the heavy bag, sat there and drank water.

"What the hell, I'm tired of Lao Tzu......"

Just before the complaints of the comrades-in-arms around him fell, and even before Wei Daoan could catch his breath, a sharp whistle and a rapid drum beat sounded at the same time.

"Knock Knock ......"

The drummers beat the hurried drums at the same time as the platoon commanders' whistles sounded, signaling a rally. Although they did not leave the training ground, the positions of the platoon commanders changed, and those fighters who just wanted to relax and rest for a while immediately ran all the way to their respective platoon commanders to line up and report the number loudly. Although they are obviously exhausted. But everyone's waist was as tall as javelins, sweat dripping down their faces, and although they were panting, they didn't even blink their eyes.

The platoon commanders watched each platoon complete the assembly within the specified time, and only nodded slightly, and then said in a muffled voice.

"Disband!"

From regrouping to disbanding, it was only a minute, and it was torture at all, not ...... It's grinding.

Reasonable is called training, and unreasonable is called training!

When they were in the barracks, they had already taken this phrase to heart. After disbanding again, the fighters dispersed and rested around the training ground, instead of sitting on the training ground as before.

Like the others, Wei Daoan found a shaded place and sat down, while the other comrades-in-arms ran to the sink like crazy, and the people who drank the water did not care about their comrades-in-arms washing their faces in the sink, and the people who washed their faces did not care about their comrades-in-arms drinking water there. Wei Daoan, who was already extremely tired, did not go over to fetch water, but just took a few sips of the water in the kettle, and then poured the remaining water from his head.

While enjoying the coolness, Wei Daoan turned his attention to the training ground, where other fighters were still training.

They were training in a queue and walked to the beat of the drum, and practiced how to reload the guns and how to shoot according to the orders of the officers, and then there was a sound of guns, and the training ground was suddenly covered in smoke. Of course, it was all an empty shot. According to the training syllabus of the infantry units of the Loyal Army, recruits must undergo training in loading, gun handling, aiming, shooting, etc., and must conduct a certain amount of live ammunition every month. However, in fact there was not enough ammunition to guarantee adequate training. In view of this, the shooting training requirements were specially formulated, that is, 10 shooting training sessions must be conducted every month, but there are only 5 rounds of live ammunition + 5 shots without projectiles.

But even so, it is far more than any army of this era, after all, even in the Napoleonic era, the infantry had at most conducted dozens of shooting training before going to war, and many more people were even only a few shooting training.

"Have you noticed, our firecrackers seem to have changed."

Wei Daoan said to his comrades-in-arms beside him.

"Yesterday, during live-fire training, I looked at it, and the lead seemed to be a little bigger than it used to be."

In fact, Wei Daoan is right, compared with the six-coin firearm used before, the fourteen-type flintlock gun has a larger caliber and heavier lead shot, and the accuracy is more than one percent higher than that of the old-style six-coin firecracker.

"In the past, it was a six-dollar gun, but now it is a nine-money gun, and the bullet weighs three dollars, plus gunpowder, and sixty bullets, we have two more pounds of things on us......"

Wang Zixing on the side complained there, of course, he didn't know that the reason why the nine-coin gun was used was to obtain greater power, of course, there was better accuracy and range, and in the era of smoothbore guns, 0.7 inch caliber and about 30 grams of projectiles were the mainstream, and in hundreds of years of use, power and accuracy have reached a balance in this caliber.

After continuous training, in the end, the military affairs yamen still chose the nine-coin firearm with the most balanced backseat, accuracy, and range as the standard equipment of the loyal army. As for the original six-penny firecracker, it was either refurbished and sold or put in storage.

"This extra weight is not much, but if you march dozens of miles a day, walk for several days in a row, I can guarantee you, you will want to throw them all away......"

Before Wang Zixing's complaining side fell, a rapid sound of horses' hooves suddenly interrupted everyone's speech. A cavalry with a steel helmet, red uniform, and black cuirass quickly rushed into the camp, and now only the cavalry was still wearing armor, and the armor worn by the infantry had been removed. The reason for the cancellation of armor is ostensibly because the nine-coin firearm can pierce the armor from 70 zhang away, but in fact, it is to reduce costs, after all, armor is more expensive than muskets.

The horse's hooves brought up a puff of dust on the dirt road of the barracks, and the officers and soldiers resting on the side of the school field looked at the cavalry galloping with some surprise, they were not recruits, and naturally knew that there was only one possibility for the cavalry to gallop in the barracks - unless there was an emergency military order, after the cavalry entered the camp, they could only walk at an average speed, instead of galloping like they are now, after all, the soldiers in the army are not deaf ears.

When the cavalryman jumped down from the door of the military headquarters, he raised the brim of his hat while sitting against the tree, and then said casually.

"Okay, don't sit stupidly, take out all the bricks, it's definitely going to be pulled......"

As a veteran of the salt field, Wu Tian knew the rules of the army very well, and he still remembered the last time the cavalry entered the camp like this, it seemed to be before the Suqian War.

"These fucking bones are almost falling apart, just move your muscles!"

As he spoke, he had already taken out all the stones in his backpack, and although he was a sergeant, his backpack was the same as an ordinary soldier, and it was also filled with bricks.

"Don't be stunned, why don't you hurry up and pack your things, don't you know that the military order is like a mountain?"

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