"Gosa, is it the artillery of the Elite Main Battle Legion of Florence who is about to play against us?"

In the newly built Prussian gathering area in Nancy City, a middle-aged man with a black beard held a few pieces of paper and had been reading them for more than half an hour before finally asking another companion in confusion.

"No, a month ago, those artillerymen were farmers who had never even touched a cannon. ”

Gosa was the leader of Linal's guard, and he threw out the orange peel in his hand, and hit a small target in the distance boringly, and his somewhat cool face was full of "idle egg pain" expressions.

"This is impossible, how can a group of peasants complete such a complex artillery training subject? Gosa, are you kidding me?"

"Well, do I need to joke with you? Likert, I also studied at the Brambaut Artillery School, is it an old artilleryman I can't tell?"

"Yes, you can see that your glorious deeds are now circulating in the Brambrough Artillery School! ”

Likert scolded Gosa in disgust, touched his black beard, twisted his brows and continued to study the few pieces of paper in his hand, looking at his embarrassed appearance, the contents of these papers were obviously not simple.

Gosa peeled the orange indifferently, "Likert, although you are a top student in the school, I still have to advise you to be cautious, that marquis is eccentric, or rather very sinister. ”

"How did I hear that the Marquis of Charles is a benevolent lord?"

"Huh!"

Gosa smiled sarcastically and said, "Do you think that a person who can get benefits from the eldest lady is not insidious enough?"

“.........”

Likert was visibly stunned, and said in disbelief: "Can't you! Earn a bargain from the eldest lady? Is this possible?"

"Since we came to Nancy City, the eldest lady has been sending things to that marquis, workers, craftsmen, factories, artillery, and steel mills are almost finished transforming him, and now even you, the ace gunner of the Seventh Legion, have become mercenaries, but I haven't seen the sincerity of the Lorraine at all, do you think he is not insidious?"

"Then he is very insidious indeed!" Likert nodded without hesitation, agreeing with Gosa's point of view.

"Do you want to eat oranges?"

Gossa gave some of the oranges in his hand to Likert and stuffed them into his mouth to taste the pantothenic acidity.

............

............

The day after the artillery mercenaries led by Likert arrived in Nancy City, Charles set up a training ground for his usual training as a drill area, ready to test the gap between his fool artillery and the world's first-class artillery.

But I don't know who leaked the news, and a third artillery team appeared on the exercise ground today.

The Duke of Clayton, then deputy commander of the Lorraine Legion, played the role of an uninvited guest with an artillery company, and His Royal Highness Boyle, the royal liaison, became an uninvited special guest.

Facing Linal's cousin's inquiring gaze, Charles said lightly: "Prince Boyle proposed to help me form a new artillery battalion a few days ago, but I refused!"

"Oh!"

Linar replied softly, feeling a lot more comfortable, no matter what the reason, between the royal family of Florence and herself, Charles finally chose herself.

Charles walked over to Boyle and asked again, "Prince Boyle, the two artillery batteries were notified of today's drill yesterday, are you sure you want to join temporarily?"

"Rest assured, Legionnaire, the artillery company in my guard battalion is the best artillery company in Flens, and no matter how complicated the subject is, it will not be difficult for them. ”

The little fat man Boyle was looking left and right for something, and at the same time he was dealing with Charles nonchalantly, ignoring the bitter expression on the face of his artillery company commander.

Since Charles assigned Boyle a guard battalion, the little fat man built this battalion as a royal cavalry battalion, and an artillery company of a battalion had twelve guns, three times the number of ordinary artillery batteries.

Charles learned from the information provided by Linar that this artillery battery was actually requested by Marvina to King Roself herself, and that the actual combat unit drawn from the Royal Artillery Brigade as a whole could indeed represent the highest level of artillery in Florence in some respects.

"Highness Boyle, what are you looking for?"

Charles couldn't help but ask as he looked at Boyle looking left and right and couldn't sit still.

"Legionnaire, I remember that Olive enjoyed watching this kind of military drill very much, why didn't she come today?"

“.........”

"She has a lot of business to do, but she is not as relaxed as His Highness!"

Charles tried his best to control his emotions so that he didn't slap the little fat man's beautiful hat with feathers. Feelings: This kid is wearing such a sassy bag today, and he's waiting for his sister!

You're dead to this heart!

"Doot toot!"

A hurried whistle sounded, the standard whistle of the Lorraine legionnaires.

Seeing that the artillery companies under Charles who participated in the drill were quickly assembled behind the three guns, the leading non-commissioned officers of the other two artillery companies all looked at their commanders, asking whether they would immediately start preparing for the drill, or whether they should carefully familiarize themselves with the drill site first.

They were all experienced artillerymen, and when they knew the subject standards of the drill and saw the field in front of them, they all put away their contempt for the drill.

Because there are various preset terrain and targets on this site, and there are very many and very obvious traces of shelling on the site, this shows that the "farmer artillery" has at least a wealth of experience in training on this site, regardless of their artillery skills.

"Farmer Artillery" is another name given by Likert and Gossa to Charles's artillery, in their eyes only noble nobles are the soul of an artillery unit, and those mud legs that can be counted on ten fingers can only be the life of a gun cart.

Commander Likert on the Pruss side had been observing the other two artillery teams participating in the exercise, and when Charles' "farmer artillery" was rapidly assembled, he determined that it was really some new recruits who could not be new.

More than a month of training time is still too short, although their formation is very neat, but they do not have the kind of tough temperament unique to soldiers.

At this time, Likert's attention turned to the "royal artillery" to see if their commander wanted to delay a little longer in order to familiarize himself with the training ground he had come to for the first time.

When Likert got the training subject, he felt that this drill was very difficult, and it was necessary to complete the transfer of five artillery positions within an hour, and to shoot at the target within the specified number of shots, which was not ordinarily difficult, and almost reached the training standard of the teaching team of the Brambaut Artillery School.

That's the world's top artillery team.

Of course, the standard is the standard, and it is one thing to not reach it, in Likert's prediction, his own gunner is not familiar with the exercise site, and it is good to be able to hit three times in five shots, as for those opponents who were farmers a month ago, Likert is full of curiosity, curious whether they can complete the arrangement of five artillery positions?

So in Likert's eyes, the real opponent of this exercise was only the Royal Artillery Company that suddenly added a plug.

Perhaps sensing Likert's gaze, Major Rival, the commander of the Royal Artillery Company, also turned his head to look at Likert.

The royal artillery naturally has an obvious royal style, with long blond brown shawl hair, gorgeous and bright royal knight's dress, the chin is raised up the standard 15 degrees, and the dark blue eyes glance coldly, not hiding the disdain and arrogance in it.

If Likert, with his bushy black beard and dressed in a standard Prussian officer's gown, looked a stern soldier, Rival was an unbridled aristocrat.

The two looked at each other for a moment, then staggered their gazes and stepped on horseback to run towards their own troops.

Duels between elites do not require familiarity with the venue.

One is the royal artillery of the mainland's first military power, and the other is a high-achieving student of a well-known artillery school in the mainland, both of whom regard each other as a rare step, and they can stand higher by stepping on it.

As for the "crash course artillery" of the Charles, which had just been formed for more than a month, both sides chose to ignore it.

To do steps, you also need strength.

The horses of Rival and Likert galloped to the area where the artillery was gathered, and saw that the commander of the "peasant artillery" turned out to be a girl more than 1.5 meters tall.

Olive was wearing a women's military uniform specially designed for her by Shire, cut and fitted, tough and generous, a large-brimmed hat was worn on her small head, coupled with a red horse that was shorter than an ordinary war horse, serious and cold little eyes, and various small elements matched a Q version of heroism.

Olive and Charles are both compilers of the "Fire Control Manual", and in order to test accurate data, they have fired hundreds of shells, and they have mastered the trigonometric functions that regular artillery commanders must learn, so they pestered Charles to let her serve as the artillery commander of this exercise.

"The Marquis has an order, this drill is aimed at learning, no malicious competition is allowed, and the muzzle of the cannon is not allowed to be aimed at people........ The winner will receive a prize of 1,000 louis, and the remaining two will receive a commemorative prize of 100 louis. ”

Roy, the butler, stepped forward in place of Charles to say a few words, and then announced the start of the drill.

"Boom!"

With the sound of artillery, the three groups of artillerymen suddenly became busy, driving their artillery trucks to the first target, scrambling to seize the most suitable position.

Each company was equipped with three 12-pounder field guns, each of which was equipped with 25 shells, and each of them needed to fire at five targets at different distances.

Three artillery batteries soon reached the vicinity of the first target, firing from a battery position two hundred meters away from the circular reticlement.

This kind of distance does not put much pressure on the three artillery companies, and a distance of 200 meters is the distance of the artillerymen to fight bayonets, and as long as they can resist strong psychological pressure in actual combat, they can shoot nine out of ten shots with visual aiming.

"Bang!"

The first to fire the cannon was the Prussians, who simply placed the gun mount, quickly adjusted the balance of the gun carriage with experience, and easily achieved the first hit.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The Royal Artillery Company followed suit, and they also simplified many of the steps of firing the artillery, only slightly slower than the Prussians.

The continuous sound of artillery made the obviously backward "crash course artillerymen" impatient, they did not have the experience of roughly estimating the shooting elements, they would only set up the guns step by step, tamp the gun mounts, fill the horizontal copper pipes, find balance, and aim and shoot........

"Don't be nervous, you can be slow, but you must not make mistakes, you just need to follow the established steps and fire, don't look at other people, say what about you, do your thing......"

Olive was very anxious when she saw that she was lagging behind, but remembering Charles's advice, she could only try her best to calm down the nervous artillerymen.

In the case of inexperience, it is only possible to use thoughtful steps to achieve the goal of accurate shooting.

"Bang!"

"Hit!"

"We hit!"

The artillery commanded by Duck hit the target first, and this achievement that could be achieved casually in ordinary training made the nervous rapid artillerymen cry out with joy, as if they had completed a difficult task.

"Let them learn to fight under pressure, as long as they can do it without panic and collapse, even if it is a very meaningful practical learning!"

This is the task given to Olive by Charles, who knows that his crash course artillery has such and such flaws, so he will not let them accomplish any unrealistic goals, but will only use various auxiliary means to increase their growth speed and cultivate their self-confidence from scratch.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Hurry up, let's go to the second target, they're all gone!"

Duck was the first to shoot at the target, and he commanded the gunners to put away the gun mounts, hang up the wagon, and chase the two artillery batteries that had gone away.

"Dark, are you so impatient on the battlefield, do you want to be a lone warrior from your companions?"

Olive stood in front of Dark's gun carriage, and his height of more than one and a half meters exuded an unproportionate oppressive force, which made the burly Duck lose his temper suddenly.

"I'm sorry Miss Olive Live, no, I'm sorry Your Excellency Commander!"

Duck took his gunner back to help his companion, and the little girl who stayed there squinted her eyes, enjoying the soothing afterglow of the phrase "Your Excellency, Commander."

The target of the second round was to shoot at a distance of five hundred meters, this time it was the Royal Artillery Company led by Rival who was the first to complete the shot, the Prussian second, and the crash course fighters were again at the bottom.

Round 3: At a distance of 800 meters, the Prussian and Royal Artillery Company were evenly matched, and the crash course artillery was still at the bottom, but they completed the shooting mission smoothly, and the hit rate of five shots and three hits exceeded Likert and Rieval's expectations.

"How did they hit so accurately?"

"How did they shoot so accurately? What are you hiding from me? This new artillery is the product of our cooperation, and I have the right to share all the technology. Linar, who was sitting in the distance, asked Charles beside her with an unkind face.

"What do you mean by concealment? Don't your artillerymen have their own logarithmic tables? We also have pamphlets!"

"Yes....... Is it?"

Linal's pink eyes began to discharge at Charles, and Charles couldn't bear it anymore and had to admit, "Okay, okay! I helped them improve their shooting sights last night." ”

Linar's pink cheeks slowly puffed up, and the anger in her eyes and the swelling of her chest indicated that she was angry.

"Are you so reluctant to lose to me?"

"Wouldn't you want to lose to me once?"

Charles: ".........."

Ten minutes later, two experienced artillery detachments stopped outside the firing line of the last target.

The steady Likert touched his beard: "1,800 meters, can you hit?"

Sao Bao's Rival shook his hair: "If other people can, so can we!"

Neither of the two fired first, where was there any hit rate at such a long distance, and after five shells were fired, they didn't even hit a single hair, wouldn't it be more humiliating than the one who didn't fire?

But after a while, the artillerymen, who had completed the crash course of the four-round shooting demonstration, slowly caught up, and began to set up the guns, measure, and aim at each other.

"Bang!"

A cannon shot struck Rieval and Likert in the heart.