Charles felt that he was too difficult, and commanded a group of stupid goose-like artillery to conduct a three-artillery coordinated drill for most of the day, basically just talking and not moving, but it made him feel exhausted.

Charles has compiled an "Artillery Control Manual", which requires gunners to apply the artillery deployment examples and firing control parameters in the manual according to the actual situation, so that they can become qualified "fool gunners".

That's right, the Charles don't have high requirements now, they just want them to be point-and-shoot gunners like point-and-shoot cameras, but when it comes to actual operation, these artillerymen still let Charles know what it is to be uneducated.

They don't have a little bit of talent for their own perception, and every technical detail needs to be explained by Charles himself several times, so that a few slightly smart people suddenly realized, and when they understood the knowledge points of the fart, they were excited as if they had comprehended the secrets of martial arts, and the eyes that looked at Charles were more and more worshipful like looking at the gods, which was completely different from the awe of facing the Marquis a few days ago.

But Charles doesn't want to be a man of gods now, he just wants to be a commander with a powerful artillery force like Napoleon, not a man of life who needs to answer every little question himself.

"Legionnaire, this time we are moving the No. 1 artillery first....... Or is it the second gun?"

The smartest artilleryman, Duck, came over again to ask Charles' opinion, in fact, Charles thought that he could decide for himself, and then find out the advantages and disadvantages of the two methods of artillery movement deployment from practice, but they just didn't want to use their brains.

Charles finally understood why the foreign coaches came to the Great Celestial Empire to coach the Keju team with sky-high annual salaries, and it turned out that commanding a group of rough brothers to play technical work must add additional spiritual subsidies!

"Dark, you take them to continue training, strictly follow the data on the artillery control manual, don't be afraid of wasting gunpowder, don't worry about the wear and tear of the artillery, as long as you can quickly learn to deploy the artillery, some money loss is nothing. ”

Charles decided to be lazy for a while, let the big stupid geese flutter on their own, and see if they could fly by their own diligence, he was not afraid of being tired, but afraid that these guys would be used to relying on them and lose their ability to understand and learn.

In addition, he was afraid that he would not be able to hold back the fire at some point, and a scolding would hurt the self-esteem of these young artillerymen, and scold them for the little self-confidence they had just accumulated.

These young people are already the "elites" selected from the nearly 10,000 soldiers of the Lorraine Legion, most of them can know a few words, and they can count from one to one hundred with a little training and training, and the smartest ones can even distinguish the multiple relationship between ten, hundred, and thousand, and already have the basic standard of a "fool gunner".

"Dark, divide your companions into several groups, and take turns to conduct a standard tactical drill of marching, erecting artillery, firing artillery, and marching, to see who can do the fastest and who can shoot the most accurately, and I will not only reward the best, but also equip him first when the new artillery arrives. ”

Charles handed over dozens of "big stupid geese" to the smartest Dark, and then walked to the temporary rest point a few hundred meters away, he was a marquis after all, and he still paid more attention to the dignity of the nobles in some public occasions, and the butler Roy had been waiting with several servants and maids, and a sumptuous lunch had been prepared at this time.

As for eating in a pot with soldiers, Charles did not do it, and famous generals throughout the ages would not eat and live with soldiers in peacetime, because that would destroy the dominating relationship between the two. It is only in times of war that there are scenes of generals and soldiers mingling, and the soldiers are moved to improve their morale by breaking the oppression of status classes.

"Roy, what's going to be for lunch today? I hope it's my favorite dish that will make me feel better." ”

"Sir, the lunch I have prepared for you today is a popular court dish in the city of Nasser lately. ”

Roy, the butler, opened the metal cover on the table with a snow-white towel, revealing fragrant pepper lamb chops, Marseille fish soup, cheese pudding and other dishes.

"Well, it's not bad, to my liking. ”

It's not the first time Charles has eaten the so-called Flensian court dishes, and he has already recognized that these dishes have the improvement factor of a certain time-traveler predecessor, so it is true that they are in line with his appetite.

Roy poured wine for Charles, and then said carefully: "Master, just now I saw Miss Linar looking over here in the distance, do you think I should go over and tell her to let her go back to where she should go?"

"She's coming to watch us train again? Really, she must have seen my terrible performance. ”

Charles was a little annoyed, and took a drink of the wine glass, but the butler Roy said strangely: "Master, how can your performance just now be described as bad? I have seen the old marquis command the artillery battalion to fight, at that time the old marquis has been leading the army for more than ten years, and he may not be better than you, Roy thinks that you are the real commander!"

"Hmm, yes? Are you sure?"

Charles blinked, feeling the comfort of the sycophants, and felt that perhaps he was asking too much of himself.

"Yes, sir, I'm sure, and I'm sure Miss Linar thinks so too. ”

"Well, then go and ask her if she'd like to come and have dinner with me. ”

In the past few days, as long as Charles goes out of the city to practice artillery, Linar always watches with a telescope from a distance, and there is no intention of avoiding it at all, and Charles feels that he needs to talk to her.

The butler Roy didn't understand what Charles meant, but Charles's decision was not something he could question casually, so he immediately rode a fast horse and ran towards Linar and the others in the distance.

"Give me a change of clothes!"

Charles looked at his slightly dusty military dress and beckoned to his maid to bring him a dress.

The maid came over with her clothes full of anticipation, but was blocked outside the tent by Charles, and could only secretly regret why she didn't make a decisive move half a year ago.

"Boom..... Bang dang!"

As soon as Charles took off his pants, he heard a huge explosion outside, and he poked a hole in the tent with one finger, and then happened to see a cannon in the distance flipped over and flew out more than ten meters away.

"I'm Nima!"

Charles finally couldn't hold back his anger all morning, and he put on his pants and rushed out.

However, when Charles ran over, he saw a group of grizzled artillerymen looking at him in fear, like a child who had made a mistake and expected an adult to let him go, and the anger in his heart was somehow half extinguished.

"Has anyone been hurt?"

Charles first looked at the gun carriage that had been shattered, and then asked with a gloomy face.

He saw the wounded gunner, but seeing that he was hiding in the crowd in a panic, Charles decided to see what the officer in charge of the team would do.

"Legionnaire, no one is injured, it's all my responsibility!" Dark, who was burly and honest-faced, stepped forward.

"Duck, which team was practicing just now?"

"It's me leading the drill, Legion Commander, I miscalculated the amount of gunpowder charge, causing the artillery to fall off the gun carriage, and I am willing to accept severe punishment!"

"Really?"

Charles smiled coldly, "You deserve to be punished, but not because you miscommanded, but because you didn't tell the truth, and no deception is allowed in my troops." ”

"I'm giving you a chance now, who made a mistake in the drill just now?

“........”

"Legionnaire, yes...... Me!"

An artilleryman with blood on his legs limped out, his face full of defeat and shame.