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It wasn't until the evening that the day's training came to an end, when 30 European soldiers were chased back to their dormitories and lined up naked into the bathing sheds.

Before joining the army, some people did not change their underwear once for several months, some people only touched the water once every few months, and some people even had their toenails that could be used as bayonets...... Whatever the habit was, the boot camp gave these European soldiers a chance to be a new person.

The steaming hot water came from the hot water boiler, and a group of tired and weak soldiers were poured with hot water, and they were suddenly so cool that they went to the bone marrow, and they shouted in the bath shed one by one.

"Private Scott! I know you've been heroic in battle, but do you know what your words mean? You don't trust your comrades-in-arms and try to abandon your comrades-in-arms, if you are on the battlefield, what consequences will your actions lead to, do you know? Well, 30 laps, immediately! ”

In the changing room, a cheerful Irish soldier deliberately imitated the tone of a lieutenant instructor and pointed at the young man of England who was silent on the sidelines. There was a burst of laughter in the room, and several soldiers who had been punished for running in circles glared angrily.

"Uh...... Scott, I'm sorry today......" Private Jonah embarrassedly handed over a towel and pouted to continue to say something, but when he saw the other party's fierce gaze, he consciously closed his mouth again.

"Scott once fought with the Captain for two days with the Pecots!" An old resident of West Point shoved the deliberately troublesome Irish GI against the wall, with a fierce look on his face, "You stinky shit from the Irish countryside!" ”

"Indians? Fighting a bunch of barbarians who don't even know how to wear clothes? Ha, is it the kind of bravery that hides in the lieutenant's arms and calls for his mother? The Irish pushed the provocateur away, still with a sneering smile on his face and a more mean tone.

"If you say another word to denigrate the war that made West Point bloody, and insult the lieutenant in disguise, I'll break your neck......"

Scott came over suddenly, his thick arm slamming into the Irishman's throat. The tremendous strength made the other party struggle weakly until his whole body convulsed. It wasn't until the Irishman rolled his eyes that he let go in an instant.

The soldier who had been taught coughed vigorously, and his body slowly collapsed against the wall, his face already pale and bloodless.

"Hey, silly boy, do you know how Scott crawled out of the pile of dead people? On the morning of the most critical last day, the lieutenant also saved Scott's life. If you can face a siege of hundreds of Indians with only a few dozen companions, and you can hold out until the last minute of the battle, then you can also be a private of the first class. ”

The soldier next to him spat out contemptuously, then put on a towel and walked out of the locker room side by side with Scott.

The rest of the recruits in the room all looked at each other. Jonah, the Scottish soldier, followed closely behind Scott.

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In the camp cafeteria, lit with kerosene lamps, rows of long wooden tables were lined up, but now only one wooden table was flanked by soldiers.

Today's dinner consisted of whale stew with potatoes, peanut and deer bone broth, grilled salmon with spices, and a cold greens with sugar, in addition to a large basket of corn nests and snow-white bread. In addition to the fact that the chef of the camp cannot guarantee the taste, his high-fat, high-calorie and high-protein recipes fully meet the soldiers' heavy training for a day.

Aside from the loud chewing noises, few of the sweaty GIs had the leisure to chat. Such a sumptuous dinner was something that no European soldier had ever imagined in his previous life. Even though this level of diet has been going on for a week, the soldiers who have only been in North America for a month for various reasons are still like wolves.

"Scott, why are you a soldier?" Scottish soldier Jonah asked cautiously as he gulped down the broth.

"Then why did you come to the New World, and why did you become a soldier?" Scott slowly and methodically broke the pumpkin corn nest, not moving his neck.

"Even Edinburgh is famine." Jonah shrugged his shoulders and turned a little pale, "Glasgow is full of beggars and robbers, and King James of England has raised taxes ......"

"Then you will feel very happy in the future, I guess in less than a month, you can look like a pig, and you can be the kind of pig who eats without money and can get a pound allowance every month." Scott finally smiled, "Europe is hell compared to here, I want to live here forever, West Point is a good place......"

"But Lieutenant, they're from the East, and so is the country......" The Scottish guy turned his head a little nervously to look at the door of the restaurant, and then lowered his voice.

"Well, in their eyes, we used to be like the Native Americans. Pastor Brest also felt this way. Scott took a big sip of soup from the soup basin and smacked his lips thoughtfully, "When we became soldiers, it proved that we can be part of this country too!" The premise is that we also need to learn Mandarin. ”

"Well, you can eat such delicious food every day." Jonah touched the back of his head stupidly.

"There are weapons that can kill more people than any other European country." Scott wiped his mouth with a napkin, grabbed his military hat, and strode out of the dining room.

The young Scottish soldier stared blankly at the "veteran" who might become his friend, and did not react to the other party's vicious words just now.

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It was another morning, a sunny day, and the boot camp drums were beating a rhythmic assembly sound, and the European soldiers in the barracks dormitory were pouring out of the room almost crawling, clutching their rifles or clutching their uniforms.

The soldiers who queued up in a panic noticed that there was a different change in the playground today, and in the distance of their sight, about 100 yards away, several neat rows of wooden signs were erected.

A few minutes later, the lieutenant, dressed in a straight military uniform, walked slowly behind his back with his hands behind his back.

"For more than a week, although I am not satisfied with the results of your training, I still need to familiarize you with the Type 21B1 rifle in your hands as soon as possible." He Yu slowly walked past a row of soldiers who had slept all night and were refreshed, and his eyes fell on the flintlock pistols they carried on their shoulders.

Thanks to the continuous improvement of the production process of Lin Youde and others, the 21B1 flintlock rifle, which has further improved performance compared with the export Type 21B rifle, has become the standard weapon of the land garrison in the future, while the more sophisticated Type 21A has only produced less than 200 pieces, which are currently only equipped by the officers and soldiers of the Navy and Army Garrison.

"It's not that I deliberately belittle the continent on the other side of the ocean, the kind of army that still holds spears and wears ridiculous armor can only be called a bunch of bandits, whether their commander is a noble king or a brave nobleman, if you continue to live there and become soldiers under their command, then your misfortune begins."

He Yu looked at the faces of the row of soldiers in front of him with a smile, and saw the expected embarrassment in their expressions.

"Some of you may say, ah, I once greeted the brave musketeers, and how majestic they were! I can tell you, then, that a burning stick that costs only £1 and has an effective range of no more than 50 yards will be no different from a dung fork when faced with a 21B1 rifle in your hand, and you will knock them all to the ground like a gentleman. ”

Except for the soldiers from West Point, the other 20 or so recruits all had incredulous expressions on their faces.

"Alright, Sergeant, give them a bullet. Then show them how to reload. After He Yu finished speaking, he stepped aside, and then a Chinese non-commissioned officer walked up to the recruit with a smile and began preparations before the live-fire training.

Ten minutes later, it was not until the sergeant stepped aside with a look of helplessness that the recruits had finished their final reloading.

"Don't worry, they are very docile, just like your beloved girls. As long as you follow the commands, you don't have to fear bullets coming out from behind. Now, the sergeant will instruct you to shoot first in Mandarin and then in English, and you will have to memorize it in the future! ”

After speaking, He Yu walked behind a row of recruits.

"All ready! Gun under the shoulder! ”

"Aim!"

After a chaotic sound, 30 flintlock pistols pointed with a slight tremor at the wooden row 100 yards away.

"Fire!"

After a short, but noticeable pause, a faint line of fire smoke burst out of the muzzle of the soldier's gun. This is the visual effect of the first application of nitrocellulose propellants.

Less than 0.1 seconds later, several pieces of the wooden cards 100 yards away were shattered, and four wooden cards were shattered. With a hit rate of about 30%, this result made the sergeant in charge of giving the order blacken.

"Good! True, although the shooting turned out to be shitty, at least not a single person dropped the gun and ran. He Yu clapped his hands and walked up to the soldiers again, smiling and looking at the faces that were nervous, frightened or confused.

The lieutenant's understatement, but did not dispel the shock of part of the soldiers. That's a full 100 yards, and the European arquebus can be fired at 50 yards away, and it takes a lot of luck for a person!

"Do you know why I was standing behind you just now? Can anyone answer me? He Yu suddenly smiled and put his hands behind his back, his smile a little weird.

"Report sir! If someone dares to break away from the line during the battle, it will cause a significant reduction in the accuracy of the hit and the collapse of the formation, and the officers behind can kill the deserter at any time! ”

Scott was the first to reply in a loud voice, his voice making the faces of the recruits who were still complacent about his shooting results turn pale.

"Yes, this is also the factor that I have always emphasized to be disciplined and trust in my comrades, okay, let's continue training!"

For half a day, rows of crisp gunfire echoed over Staten Island, making the Indian hired men in the nearby coal mine a little frightened.

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