Therefore, the new training subjects are mainly kneeling shooting.

In order to protect the soldiers' knees, a knee pad was specially made and tied behind the crook of the leg. But the rope is tight and loose, and it falls down at every turn, so he simply uses a piece of leather and sews it on the knee of the pants to replace the knee pad, and then puts the integrated leggings on the calf.

The effect of shooting from a kneeling position is very good in terms of self-protection. Xuan Jun made a dummy of the same height as a soldier, placed it on the ground in a kneeling position, and then asked friendly troops to line up and shoot at a normal distance with breech guns, but in the first round of shooting, all the bullets flew over the head of the dummy, and none of them hit!

At that time, the soldiers who used breech guns, especially those who shot in formation, because of the relationship between their standing posture and the firing range, aimed at the position above the enemy's abdomen, and it became natural for them to become accustomed to it, and the enemy's "height" was reduced, but the inertial action of shooting could not be changed for a while.

In the second round of shooting, many soldiers deliberately lowered the muzzle of their guns, and Xiangxia aimed, but as a result, many bullets hit the ground in front of the dummy, and the "casualties" of the dummy were extremely low.

It was not until the fourth round that there were decent "casualties". But in actual combat, if the first three rounds of firing do not inflict substantial losses on the enemy, the battle is basically lost, not to mention that the real enemy is not a motionless dummy, but is equipped with a breech gun with a faster rate of fire.

The simulation results are encouraging. But when it comes to the hit rate of shooting from a kneeling position, it is not so optimistic. Compared to the standing position, the hit rate of shooting from the kneeling position is significantly reduced, the bullet is discharged, and the flight line is either too high or too low. Some soldiers were so anxious that they forgot to put the butt of their rifle on their shoulders. Knocked over by the recoil of the gun, there is a somersault.

Guan Zhuofan sighed. There's no way, this must have a gradual improvement process, and I can only rely on feeding more bullets, but fortunately I have enough ammunition.

However, what made him frown was not the shooting training on the field, but the reporter.

There were dozens of reporters around the training ground, and the magnesium powder lamp "banged" from time to time, and the smoke was misty. It contrasts with the gunfire and smoke on the field.

Some reporters took advantage of the fact that the military police, who were maintaining order, could not take care of it, so they leaned into the middle of the training ground. Once, the hat of a guy who was trying to make the news suddenly flew up, and a bullet flew past his scalp. This incident frightened Guan Zhuofan, at this time, in this case, there is a reporter who "died in the line of duty", isn't that a joke?

That's not excessive.

After the victory in Chattanooga, reporters from all over the United States rushed to Chattanooga, and as a result, hundreds of reporters poured into the small city of fewer than 10,000 local residents. The hotel was full, and there was no place for the War Department and the Ordnance Department to stay on business. I had to go to the barracks to squeeze up tents.

The first target of these journalists is, of course, Kwan Zhuofan. Originally, Guan Zhuofan thought that a few press conferences would meet the requirements of the reporters - what a beautiful idea!

After every press conference, the gendarmes had to exert their strength. Guan Zhuofan was able to get out - it was nothing. Reporters were able to appear on all occasions when Guan Zhuofan appeared, and there was no need to say that they were not spared when they were working, and even when they were eating and even going to the toilet, so that soon, Commander-in-Chief Guan would no longer dare to "enjoy with the people" -- eating in the canteen with officers and ordinary soldiers, and even having to go to work in the toilet of the headquarters, because it really happened that Commander-in-Chief Guan was in "London" inside, and a reporter outside asked His Excellency the Marquis whether "French food is delicious or Chinese food" -- this reporter is a descendant of French immigrants.

In addition to the topics of war and campaign, the reporters were most interested in the personal situation of His Excellency Guan Yixuan, especially his love life. Commander-in-Chief Guan has solemnly declared on many occasions that he has not yet married, and that he has nothing to comment on in this regard. However, reporters still have to repeatedly ask "whether the American girl is beautiful or the Chinese girl is beautiful", "Does His Excellency the Marquis want to find an American lady to be his wife", and so on.

Guan Zhuofan thought desperately, it turned out that the 21st century had already come alive in the 19th century.

The reporters also focused on everyone in the Xuan Army, from officers to soldiers, with a wide range of questions, ranging from "Is there really only one noodle in a bowl of noodles in China?" to "Do you support a republican system or a monarchy?" Strict orders were issued within the Xuan army, except for Guan Zhuofan and Wall, plus two division officers Forrest and Bai Qiwen, no one else, regardless of Hua Yang, was strictly forbidden to answer any questions from any reporter, and violators of military law were punished.

These reporters were able to penetrate all the spaces that were unlocked and unlocked, such as many times when the soldiers returned to the camp after training and lifted the curtain of the tents, only to find that there were already reporters inside who were already one step ahead of them.

Locking doesn't always work, either. Once, several quartermasters were taking stock in the warehouse for an afternoon, and Zuihou took inventory of a reporter.

Guan Zhuofan thought distressedly: Is there any secret in this military camp?

He asked people to check the precedents and found that the United States already had a press freedom law at that time, but the various systems in the barracks, especially the secrecy system, were still very lax, so strictly speaking, what these reporters did was legal. When asked how the army had dealt with this kind of thing before, he replied that he had never seen so many reporters, anyway, Commander-in-Chief Grant had always been very polite to reporters, and in the barracks, they never restricted them from going wherever they liked.

Guan Zhuofan thought to himself: No wonder this Grant can mix with the president of the United States in the future.

To a certain extent, Kwan Zhuofan's attitude towards reporters is similar to Grant's: to maintain a good image in public opinion, so as to facilitate future cooperation between China and the United States and his personal planning.

But Grant had never dealt with so many reporters.

Guan Zhuofan understands that there must be spies from the Southern Army among these reporters, but this is no longer the point. To a considerable extent, the role of one's own journalist is not much the same as that of enemy spies, and sometimes, in order to satisfy the needs of readers, journalists are more interested in revealing military intelligence than spies.

If this toss continues, there will really be no secrets in the Western Theater in the Southern Army.

One day, Guan Zhuofan returned to his bedroom at the headquarters and found that the vase on the table was filled with red roses—not the wildflowers that Wan'er usually picked.

called Wan'er to ask, Wan'er said that it was sent by a reporter, and it was the one called Conrad? Cole's.

Guan Zhuofan has a little impression of this young reporter, with blue eyes, soft and thick blond hair, very handsome, and a descendant of Prussian immigrants.

And he asked, "For whom?"

Wan'er's little face blushed: I don't know, I just think the flowers are very good-looking, and it's a pity to throw them away.

Guan Zhuofan understood: This Conrad? Cole is courting Wan'er.

The next day, there were suddenly more roses, because in addition to Condra? Cole, a guy called Alain? Morality? Vijri's reporters are also sending off, a man of French descent who is said to have been a nobleman.

Guan Zhuofan thought: Okay, now there are competitors.

Wan'er had already seen that something was wrong, blushed, and asked timidly: Master, let's not want these flowers, right?

Guan Zhuofan said: Don't, people have some kindness, and then say what beautiful flowers they are, keep them.

The smell of a distant, campus-like space wafted in from another time and space, and everything was clear.

Soon, the headquarters was upstairs and downstairs, there were red roses everywhere, and the faces of the officers who came and went were full of tacit smiles.

At about five o'clock in the afternoon of the fifth day, Wall hurriedly walked into Guan Zhuofan's office: Yixuan, something happened.

When Guan Zhuofan rushed to the hospital, Condra? Cole was no longer able to do so, and the blood was gushing out from the major arteries in his neck, and he couldn't stop it; And Alain? Morality? Vijri died before being taken to the hospital, with a bullet in the heart.

Condra? Cole quickly calmed down. Guan Zhuofan closed his big blue eyes for him, and his heart was at a loss: It's the middle of the nineteenth century now, is dueling still popular?

Guan Zhuofan came to the telegraph room and sent a message to Sherman: Old Xie, there is something, you have to do me a favor.

Sherman called back: No problem, I'll do this.

At dinner, the Western Theater announced an order from Joint Commander-in-Chief Sherman: Chattanooga was declared a military emergency and all journalists must leave Chattanooga on the same day, otherwise the gendarmerie troops would be expelled.

*(To be continued......)