Charles VIII and the two guards changed into ordinary clothes, and then set out from the palace, all the way from the main road in the city to the barracks, after leaving the city gate, after walking for about half an hour, they saw a big mountain in the distance, and the barracks were stationed at the foot of the mountain.

Because of a suburban continent has been going forward, the side is gradually sparsely populated, and the rice fields next to it are rolling waves, churning, which makes people feel refreshed and happy. Charles VIII enjoyed himself as he approached the barracks. When you get closer to the barracks, you can see a small green river flowing at the foot of the mountain, and the grass next to the creek is beautiful, and you can vaguely see several strong figures fetching water by the river, and the barracks are built next to the river.

The barracks were built very strongly, so to speak, and at the outermost point was a heavy wall made of earth and stones, and the outside of the wall was cut and cut upside down at the foot of the wall, so that the enemy could only cut it off and not pull it up. The barracks in the wall are layered on top of each other, arranged in a very orderly manner, and there are all kinds of fireproof equipment and materials next to the barracks, and the main tent stands tall in the middle, with the French ** flag planted on it, waving in the wind.

Charles VIII arrived at the Praetorian Guard barracks, and at the entrance of the barracks stood two majestic French pikemen, with halberds in their hands, standing straight and meticulous, motionless. Charles VIII saw it in his eyes, a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, he nodded imperceptibly, and then quickened his pace and walked into the barracks.

The Praetorian Guard's martial arts training ground was set up between the main tent and the entrance of the barracks, and at this time, it happened to be the time when the Praetorian Guards practiced martial arts every day, and only a burst of shouts and cheers were heard, which was deafening.

Charles VIII walked to the edge of the arena and looked at a team of Praetorian Guard cavalry standing in the middle of the vast arena, only to see that both teams of cavalry were wearing metal armor that shimmered with cold light, and they were armed with spears and swords on their legs. The swords were pinned to their waists, and the spears were neatly stabbed diagonally into the sky, looking like a jungle of steel, glittering in the sun.

I saw that the horse in front of me started slowly, accelerated, and suddenly flattened the spear that was stabbing obliquely into the sky, and then with the rapid running of the war horse, viciously stabbed into the head of a scarecrow in front of him, and cut off a large piece of the scarecrow's good head! This kind of fast, ruthless, and accurate, although I have seen it many times, still makes Reed's scalp numb. Then another knight ran like this, stabbing the second scarecrow in the head. A whole team of cavalry, most of them were able to hit the target, either hitting the scarecrow in the head or abdomen, and it was indeed the elite of the Praetorian Guard. Charles VIII watched the knights' wonderful performance with great satisfaction, his hands twitching uncontrollably, and his face was full of excitement.

After the knight queue has been trained, it is the turn of the crossbowmen to perform, and the first to come on the field is the archers. There are a total of 10 targets, and in each wave, 10 archers stand about 50 meters in front of the target for shooting drills. The archer, who stood closest to Charles VIII, looked powerful, with very strong arms and muscles. He stood up straight, cut and pulled the bow, pulled the bowstring into a full moon shape, grasped it firmly with both hands, and then aimed, as soon as the hand let go of the bowstring, the bow and arrow rushed forward with a "bang", and then immediately came a "bang" sound, and when he looked at it, he hit the bull's-eye! The surrounding soldiers also hit the target one after another, a few of them were as elite as this soldier, and the rest were able to hit the target. After that, each other wave of 10-man archers also continued to train, and the level was similar to the first wave, which can be called elite. Charles VIII saw it with great satisfaction and was proud that he had such elite archers.

After the archer training, the crossbowmen came into play. I saw the crossbowmen holding heavy crossbow machines one by one, carrying a pot of crossbow arrows on their backs, and walked into the martial arts arena in a neat step. They each walked to their respective positions, and in front of each row were 10 people shooting, standing 70 meters away from the target. The crossbowmen in the front row hold the bow handle in their left hand, slowly pull the crossbow string with their right hand, the muscles in their arms are tense, and they firmly fix the crossbow string on the crossbow teeth; Then draw a crossbow arrow from the crossbow kettle on the back and slowly mount it on the crossbow arrow path. The crossbowmen installed the crossbow arrows almost in order, and their eyes were slightly aimed at the target in front of them through the crosshairs, and they shot the crossbow arrows almost at the same time. Looking at the past, I found that almost all the arrows hit the red heart, and only two missed a little and hit the second ring! The next crossbowmen also achieved very good results, at a distance of 70 meters, they all had a very high hit rate, and after shooting at the target, the meat of the target was also deep. "The power of this crossbow is great! It's a pity that the reload speed is not fast, and the cost is also very expensive, so it is impossible to form crossbowmen on a large scale. Charles VIII smacked his lips, thoughts spinning in his heart. Indeed, crossbow arrows are no worse than bows and arrows in terms of effective range, have a high hit rate, and are quick to get started, it takes years to train a good archer, and it only takes a few months to train a crossbowman to turn a freshman into a good crossbowman. However, the bow and crossbow also have its disadvantages, at a distance of about 100 meters, the power is not as great as the thrown bow and arrow, and the speed of its crossbow arrow is also very slow, the time of the last crossbow arrow, the archer can shoot several bows and arrows.

"Bang! Boom! "Here, the crossbowmen had just finished their training when they suddenly heard the sound of cannons firing outside." Let's go and see our secret weapon! Charles VIII said excitedly to the generals around him. So, the generals followed in the footsteps of Charles VIII, one after the other, to the artillery firing position, only to see one artillery cannon after another, about a dozen, firing at the mountain. After a while, the smoke dissipated, and I saw a round iron hole appeared one by one in a stone wall made of huge mountain stones, and the power of the cannon was staggering!

After a while, I saw an old man with a white beard with sharp eyes on Charles VIII, and immediately came over and saluted Charles VIII. The old man was dressed in gray clothes, wearing a pair of gray cloth shoes, hunched over, and a pair of eyes full of wisdom on his small head, showing the color of vicissitudes in his eyes. This old man was Angus, the commander of the French artillery, who was now conducting daily artillery training.

Charles VIII nodded with satisfaction, and said to Angus: "It seems that you have trained our artillery well, and if you have the opportunity, are you sure that you will be able to brush the tiger whiskers of our neighbors?" Angus's eyes flashed with fanaticism, and he said respectfully to Charles VIII: "Your Majesty, the artillerymen have been practicing all day, and they have long been gearing up to find a powerful enemy to test the results of the exercise, and I think I will impress the surrounding neighbors with us!" "Good! That's what you want! We have such a powerful force, but we can't do anything all day! We want to let the other states know what a powerful country we are in France! Charles VIII looked around at the generals and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, have you ever thought about making a name for yourself? Have you ever thought about shining the lintel instead of staying in the country all day long? Angus quietly looked at the French king in front of him, after all, he was old, and he would not be so easily aroused by people, but deep down he also looked forward to the achievements of his artillery, and his greatest hope was to make the artillerymen he trained by himself a nightmare for the world, and to make the world afraid to mention the French artillery.

After all, Angus is not easy to get excited when he is old, but the other young generals around him are different, all of them are excited, their faces are full of excitement, they also know the ambition of Charles VIII, they know that their French king will not be willing to be lonely, and they have been training for a long time, and they have great confidence in the combat strength of their army. And for them, the leading generals, there is nothing more intoxicating to them than going out to fight and make achievements and become famous abroad.

I saw the cavalry commander Ryan, who was dressed in military uniform and armor made of steel, stepped forward, held his chest, bowed to Charles VIII, and said loudly: "Honorable king, our cavalry corps is ready, the spear in our hand is ready to drink blood at any time, and the long sword in the waist has long been unable to resist the hope of fighting on the battlefield!" We hope that your honor, the honorable king, can spread all over the continent, and your prestige can be victorious! God Almighty will bless us! ”

When the rest of the generals heard Ryan say this, they all bowed and saluted one by one, saying: "The glory of the great king shines on the continent, and his prestige is in the sea!" ”

"Haha......" Charles VIII couldn't help but laugh excitedly after hearing the praise of the generals around him.

Ryan, the archer, and Tiger, the crossbowmen, couldn't help but feel a little angry, and they got together to arrange the cavalry commander Ryan. They are a long-range crossbowman class, which has always been a marginal branch of the Western European continent and is not taken seriously, so they are sympathetic to each other and go closer. "This Ryan, the sycophant is too obvious," Ryan pouted and said disdainfully. Tiger also showed a look of contempt, and said: "He has been relying on his cavalry corps all day long to show off his might, and he is so ignorant in front of the king, he doesn't want to think about it, if it weren't for our long-range shooters to hold down the position in the rear and provide long-range support, they would be able to fight in front so freely!" Tiger's tone was sour.

At this time, the long-range artillerymen began to bombard again, and the huge sound drowned out the fragments of human voices, whether it was the triumphant Ryan or Ryan and Tiger, although they were very proud of their own troops, and devoted themselves to training their own corps, but seeing the power of the artillerymen, or a chill on the back, thinking to themselves, what kind of soldiers and horses can stop such destructive power? What kind of castle can not be broken?

At this time, France, thanks to the copper casting technology of casting church bells, smelted very high-quality copper, which was discovered by French artillery craftsmen, and applied to artillery, and actually got an unexpected surprise! The power and destructive power of the artillery made Charles VIII's heart even more full of pride, and his ambition was even more irrepressibly inflated!