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The first item of the debriefing performance came out like this, and Major Neville's face was as gloomy as the sea before a storm. He made up his mind that as soon as the show was over, he would immediately tie up the fools and whip them until the evening, then light the candles and continue the whipping. "These stupid people, only ropes and whips can teach them how to behave!"

In the confusion, the soldiers finally walked in front of the reviewing stand.

At this time, a person who looked like an attendant came over and asked with a gloomy face, "Who is the commander of this army?" ”

"It's over, if you have such a foreign appearance in front of Your Majesty, are you going to be directly reprimanded?" Major Neville thought uneasily, and replied, "It's me." ”

The attendant officer glanced at Neville and asked, "What's your name?" ”

His Majesty's attendant asked for his name? If there hadn't been those damn accidents just now, if there hadn't been that qiē, the attendant officer of His Majesty Xià came to ask his name, it would definitely make Neville ecstatic, but now, the attendant sent by His Majesty Xià asked for his name, such a Jane is not a good thing in the emperor's heart.

"My name is Neville." Although he was reluctant, Major Neville could not help but answer.

"Major Neville," the squire grimaced, as if Neville owed him money, "Your Majesty said that you should stop doing any more tricks, he didn't come to see this!" Shoot drill right away, are you ready? ”

"Yes. We'll be able to do it right away! I'll go and give orders right away. Please move to the shooting range in five minutes. Neville replied in a cold sweat that he knew that the shooting drill was his last chance, and he had to take it. Chase back the impressions you lost in front of the king.

"Very well, go get ready, Major!" The attendant turned and left.

Neville immediately directed his soldiers to the shooting range to prepare.

"While there's still some time, take a good look at the essentials of shooting in your heart. If anyone makes another mess, I will make him regret why he came to this world! Major Neville said viciously!

According to the set procedure, the shooting drill will be divided into a salvo drill and a single shooting drill. The first thing to do was to drill the salvo in formation. The soldiers will line up in a neat line, accompanied by military music, and fire multiple volleys at distant targets.

The first to play was a lian. They lined up in two rows of dense formation, shoulder to shoulder, and about 6 meters in front of them, there was a deep trench, in which the soldiers of the 3rd Company were now staying, and they all held some targets in their hands, and the targets were all painted like Austrian soldiers, but they all looked a little crooked and cracked, and they were miserable.

"Look, the target is over there." The chamberlain, who had learned about the procedure of the shooting drill, told the king that at the same time a single-barreled telescope was handed to the king.

King Emmanlull II raised his binoculars and looked at the target of an Austrian soldier who was depicted as a one-eyed dragon with a messy beard and a large mouth and a few missing teeth. I couldn't help but smile.

"It's hard for them to make people so ugly." The king said.

The soldiers lined up first shouted long live to the king, who waved his white-gloved hand at them. Then, as the military music played, the soldiers' procession began to turn in the direction of the target with the center point of the queue as the hinge.

"It's a pretty good turn. It seems that the stupid guy who is playing those tricks is not much to target the regular military training. It seems that he still had to complete the regular training program before letting the soldiers do those tricks. This is in this way, naturally it will not be very proficient, and it is natural to drop the gun or something. It's just that this guy dares to come out and show off before he has become proficient, which is too unstable. Looking at the beautiful overall turn of the soldiers, King Aymanlul II thought so.

The soldiers completed the turn of the line, raised their rifles, began to use the ruler, roughly aimed at those targets 6oo meters away, and then fired the first volley.

If King Ayman Ruhr II had not previously played with the MacDonald's 1857 precision firing rifle, he would have been incomprehensible that the soldiers would have begun to fire a salvo at such a distance. But now he really feels: "The difference between the normal version of the rifle and the precision shooting version is still obvious, and at this distance, with the help of the scope, I can shoot accurately at people at a distance of 6oo meters." Although the hit rate is not too high. ”

With this in mind, King Emanruel II looked in the direction of the target with his telescope.

In the telescope, you can see that many holes have suddenly appeared in some of the targets depicted by Austrian soldiers.

"Well, this round of volleys will get at least one-eighth of the 'Austrians' shot. If it were in real combat, to be hit by such a guy at such a distance, the Austrians would be stupid. King Emanlul II thought happily.

While His Majesty was happily imagining how the damned Austrians would be in a mess in a hail of bullets, the soldiers began to march in unison as they loaded their bullets. They took five steps forward, set their feet again, and then fired a second volley at the targets......

"Well, the firing is fast, not even slower than the precision shooting version." King Aymanruel II nodded.

The soldiers got closer and closer to the target, and when they were only about four hundred meters away, they fired a final volley. At this time, every target on the opposite side was already full of holes, which meant that if this was a formal operation, the enemy would not be able to walk 200 meters to defeat them all if they used the traditional means of maintaining the slow approach of the queue. In fact, it is impossible for an army to hold out until the last man is still attacking. They should have broken their morale and fled.

After the first company's shooting performance, they were sent into the trench to raise targets, the second company to enter the position to prepare for the show, and the third company to pass in front of the king and his ministers with smashed targets, so that they could see the "Austrian soldiers" who had been beaten into a hornet's nest.

While the king and his ministers were glad at the "Austrian soldiers" who had been beaten all over the place, Major Neville was begging the Americans for help.

"Captain Robson, there's something I want you to help with." Major Neville said to Robson.

"What's the matter?"

"Lend me a few of your sharpshooters. We have to get a good result in order to redeem the bad impression we just left on our majesty. "I'll put them in our uniforms and go to individual shooting drills." ”

"No problem, who do you want?" Robson was very crisp.

"Mason, Bob, Stephen......" Neville reported a big ranking word in one breath, and he seemed to want to simply use the Americans to take all the ordinary soldiers down.

"No, there are too many people, and the level is too neat, and it will be exposed. In case the king was happy and spoke to them, their current Italian would definitely be a problem. If there is only one, we can also infer that he is a stutter. Robson was a little more thoughtful.

"Okay, then lend me Bob, his Italian is slightly stronger." Neville thought about it, and he felt that he was in too much of a hurry, and indeed he had not thought it through enough.

"Bob, come here." Robson called Bob.

"You go and dress up as a soldier of the Kingdom of Sardinia, and show them your hand in individual shooting, you must be fast and accurate."

"Head, no problem!" Bob replied.

"If the king summons you, do you know what to say?" Robson asked.

Bob shook his head, there is no king in the United States, although there is a living treasure who claims to be the emperor of the United States (interested friends can Baidu "Emperor Norton"). Seeing what kind of etiquette the king should have, what to say, an ordinary American brute like Bob, but he didn't know anything about it.

"You follow Major Neville, and he'll explain these things to you." Robson said.

……

The salvo was soon over, and King Emanlul II was pleased with the soldiers' appearance in the volley, and the accompanying ministers were smiling.

At this time, the salvo drill has ended, and it will soon be the soldiers' individual shooting performance. Almost all of them relaxed their spirits. Because under the conditions of war at that time, the level of salvo fire was an important criterion for judging the level of an army. And individual shooting was considered of limited tactical significance. So this show is basically an after-show.

The target has been set up, and the distance is about 4oo meters. King Ayman Ruhr II believed that at this distance, without a scope, it would not be easy to accurately hit the target, even with the "MacDonald 1857 Precision Shooting Edition Rifle". As he expected, although the first few soldiers ensured that most of the bullets could hit human-sized targets, it was still very common for them to miss the target. However, this is already a very impressive result in the past, so most people are already very satisfied.

The last soldier to shoot set off a **, the ten bullets fired by this soldier not only hit each target, but also accurately hit the head of the target painted as an Austrian soldier. This achievement made even King Emanlul II not quite believe his eyes. He knew that even with the "MacDonald 1857 Precision Shooting Rifle", even with the help of a scope, he would not be able to achieve such a result. So he ordered: "Let that soldier come to me." ”

The soldier, who looked stout and honest, was brought before the king with an expression of excitement and trepidation.

"What's your name?" King Emanruhr II spoke to him in the most amiable voice possible.

"Your Majesty...... His Majesty...... 10,000 ...... Ten thousand...... Banzai. The soldier stammered in a panic and replied, "I...... I ...... "Perhaps because of his nervousness, his tone was particularly strange.

"Your Majesty, allow me to answer on your behalf." "His name is Joe Cole, and he's a sharpshooter, but he's had a stutter since he was a kid. Now that I have seen His Majesty, I am nervous, and I can't say anything. ”

Joe Cole (Bob) nodded vigorously.

"There are no perfect people in the world." King Aymanrul II said, "God gave him unparalleled marksmanship to make him speak so clumsily." Well, you just did a great job, what do you think I should reward you? …… Ah, you can't speak? Then it's up to me. I'll give you a better gun than the one you have. ”