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Early in the morning, the camp was in chaos, because today the first infantry battalion of the Sardinian 6th Army, armed with MacDonald 1857 rifles, was going to give a debriefing performance in front of some of the kingdom's bigwigs. It is said that the commander of the 6th Army himself will personally come to watch the performance of this unit, and of course, the results of the performance will also directly affect whether the MacDonald rifle can get more orders.

Before dawn, Major Neville had woken up early, and in fact, he hadn't slept much at all the previous night because of his excitement. At four o'clock, Major Neville, who could not sleep, simply got up from his bed and began to look around the barracks to see if there were any sanitary corners that had been missed during the cleaning yesterday, or if there were any places that had not been arranged. Although he had checked the camp inside and out before going to bed yesterday, he didn't know how many times, even if it was a fly, it didn't want to escape his eyes.

"Password!" Suddenly a voice shouted, followed by a clattering sound. Neville knew it was the mobile sentry asking, and the click was definitely the soldier pulling the bolt. He immediately stopped and replied loudly: "Glory to Sardinia"

The sentry put away his gun and stepped out of the darkness.

"Major? Why did you get up so early. The sentry said in surprise.

"Dimanio." Neville recognized the sentry, "Yes, good vigilance. ”

"No, no, no." Dimanio replied, "You know, Major, those damned Yankees sometimes come to check in the middle of the night, and if they touch you in the middle of the night, you don't know it, and in the morning, a whip won't run!" Speaking of this, he seemed to remember a certain time when he was whipped, and gently inhaled a breath of cold air.

"Thank you!" Neville reached out and patted Di Manho on the shoulder, "Survive today, I'll give everyone a holiday." ”

……

According to the plan, at eight o'clock in the morning, the debriefing was about to begin, but, perhaps because of the habit of the Italians to be particularly punctual, Neville looked out at the road outside the barracks and straightened his eyes, and there was still not a single figure to be seen on that road.

From seven o'clock, all the soldiers were already dressed up and lined up in a neat queue in front of the barracks. The road in front of the barracks was also cleaned, and flowers were placed on both sides of the gate. In order to make the flowers look more delicate, Neville also had people sprinkle some water on the flowers to pass off as dew. Now, this "dew" has dried several times, and the soldiers standing at the gate of the barracks are also starting to get a little tired, and the big men who have come to inspect them still can't see a shadow.

"Didn't they forget about it?" Many of the soldiers muttered in their hearts. But no one dared to speak—to speak indiscriminately while standing in the queue was to be whipped. Not only could they not speak, but they even had to continue to stand up straight, lest the Yankee standing by with a blank face make trouble.

Carol looked at his watch, it was half past nine, the dewy flowers that had been picked in the morning were almost wilting, and there was still no movement on the road. "Ah, these lovely Italians!" He couldn't help but shake his head inwardly.

In this way, the soldiers lined up from half past seven, and waited until eight, nine, ten, and half past ten. Finally, in anticipation, a squad of cavalry appeared on the road.

The cavalry running at the front held a banner aloft a flag with a blue background. The cavalry gradually approached, and behind the cavalry there were several carriages, and behind the carriages, there was another group of cavalrymen dressed in costumes and holding flags.

"It's coming, it's finally coming." The whispering voice finally appeared, and Neville turned his head in exasperation, only to see that it was the Yankees muttering quietly.

"It's so big!"

"yes, Buchanan doesn't have that big shelf."

"Buchanan, that stupid presumption, deserves it?"

The cavalry escorted the convoy closer and closer, and Neville looked at the flag in the hand of the cavalryman at the front, his eyes widened wider and wider, and finally his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

"What's wrong, Major?" Robson, who sensed something was wrong with Neville, asked in a whisper.

"That flag," Neville's voice was dazed, as if in a dream, "that flag is the flag of the royal family!" ”

……

The convoy arrived at the barracks gate, and Neville hurriedly signaled for the music. Amid the music, several knights dressed in medieval armor disembarked from their horses and headed for the largest, most luxurious carriage.

When a local passenger got out of the carriage, Neville couldn't help but be taken aback. The man who got out of the carriage was actually Agafur of the Kingdom of Sardinia. When Cavour got out of the carriage, he did not walk towards the barracks, but stood on one side, as if waiting for the other to get off.

"There is only one person who can make Cavour equal, even the crown prince is not qualified to do so, he can only be ......" Neville felt his mouth dry, and he couldn't help it, and his whole body trembled.

A man in military uniform with a tall beard stepped out of the carriage, and the knights in armor bowed their heads in salute. Neville felt like his heart was about to jump out of his mouth, this was really, really His Majesty King Ayman Ruhr II!

……

According to the original plan, only some generals of the 6th Army should have been inspecting the troops this time. A few days earlier, however, Carroll had visited Cavoursan with a Jew surnamed Rothschild and presented him with a sophisticated MacDonald 1857 precision-firing rifle as a gift. Cavours, for his part, transferred the gun to the ambitious King Aymanlul II. The king, having personally test-fired the gun, was taken aback by the gun's ungodly accuracy. As a result, he was not a layman in military affairs, and immediately became very interested in this rifle.

"Cavour, do you know where this rifle is made?"

"It's an American rifle, and in Europe, maybe we're the first to see it." Cavour replied.

"How much does this gun cost?"

"Your Majesty, this rifle in your hand, decorated with ivory gold and precious stones, costs fifteen hundred pounds, and if, these luxurious decorations are removed, it will cost fifteen hundred dollars. However, its simplified version only costs $6o. I remember the last time the 6 Army mentioned to you, and now we have a battalion of soldiers who are receiving this simplified version of the gun and training it. ”

"$6o is still expensive. However, it would not be a big deal if the performance of the simplified version could be as good. Well, if the simplified version has half the performance of this rifle in my hand, it is worth the price. But the rifle in my hand is definitely not worth fifteen hundred pounds. Said King Ayman Ruhr II.

"Of course," replied Cavour, "the Jew who sold me this gun had said something very interesting. He said that any commodity is always 'a shilling for money, a shilling for goods; a pound and eight shillings; A hundred pounds, ten pounds of goods. This kind of high-end product is like this, because the people who buy it are not short of money, and if they buy it cheaply, they don't want it. ”

"Haha, that's true. A lot of rich people buy things just to show their identity, and if you sell them cheaply, they really don't like them. King Aymanlul II said, "By the way, how are the soldiers trained?" ”

"In two days, the 6th Army will do an inspection of their training results, and they will report back to His Majesty when the time comes."

"Two days later? Well, I just don't have anything to do, so let's just go with me and see the excitement. But don't tell them yet, we'll just go over. ”

"Your will is your command."

……

"Salute to His Majesty!" Neville shouted. The soldiers clenched their guns and saluted the king.

King Emanruhr II walked straight into the barracks and climbed onto the reviewing stand, which had already been set up. Then, it's time for the soldiers to walk from the stage in a neat line to be reviewed.

In order to show his face in the process, Major Neville devised a large section of the maneuvering and urged the soldiers to practice for a whole month. According to the plan, when the soldiers walked past the review stand in unison, they would constantly throw up and catch the rifles in their hands, changing various difficult tricks. Neville believed that such an artistic performance would be extremely satisfying to the generals.

However, Major Neville did not expect that it would be King Aymanruel II who came to inspect the troops, nor did the soldiers; Major Neville was thrilled to see the king, and so were the soldiers. As a result, as the queue passed in front of the reviewing stand, at least three fools were too excited to catch the thrown guns. Let the gun fall to the ground, and then they bend down to pick it up again, disrupting the queue and directing more people......

"It's over, it's all over! What a disaster! Major Neville trembled and almost fainted. Now His Majesty must remember himself, but he doesn't want to be remembered by the king because of such a foreign appearance. "It's over, it's all over!" He just hated that there wasn't a single seam for himself to get into.

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"Who made this move? What are the combat units doing with all this? "King Ayman Ruhr II was a little upset. Although he knew that most of the soldiers were dropping their guns because they were too excited to see him, he was still not very happy. "Let's do without these forms, and when they walk over, we will immediately let them do formation changes and shooting drills." King Aymanlur II said to the prime minister standing by.