Charles looked at the artilleryman in front of him, his bleeding leg was a little unnaturally bent, obviously the drill accident just now injured his leg bone, but because he was afraid of his strict commander, he was still trying his best to maintain a standard military posture.

A closer look at his face blackened by black gunpowder revealed that he was still a boy no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, and his uneasy appearance eased the anger in Charles's heart slightly.

Charles said coldly: "If you tell the cause of this accident, you will be punished with caning, and if you can't tell the cause of the accident, you will get a sum of money, and then go back to your hometown to be a happy farmer." ”

"I ...... Legionnaire Commander....... I don't want to go back to being a farmer....... I am willing to bear the scourge, twenty lashes, no....... Fifty lashes. ”

Two lines of tears flowed from the young artilleryman's eyes, and two clear marks rushed out of the blackened face.

"Soldier, put away your tears, and when you encounter difficulties, you should use your wisdom and courage to solve them, and not cry in vain like a woman. ”

Charles took two steps forward and roared at the weeping young man: "Now you think about it carefully, did you perform your own operation according to the parameters in the manual just now, my artillery unit does not accept fools who make mistakes and don't know the reason, because you will kill your comrades on the battlefield!"

In the face of the vicious Charles, the young artilleryman trembled, and although he tried to control his tears, he shed more tears.

It was the first time that everyone had seen the angry Charles, and no one dared to approach, even Dark, who had just wanted to take the blame for the young man, took two steps back.

"Now, think back to what you did just now, and if you can't find anything wrong, go home!"

Charles was ruthless, putting some pressure on the teenager again to see if he could maintain his normal mind under pressure. On the battlefield where the sound of killing is earth-shattering, the artillery must be the first fire unit that the enemy on the opposite side wants to destroy, and when they face the enemy's cavalry to the death, the artillery that cannot withstand the pressure cannot complete the effective firing.

"I ...... I ......."

The young artilleryman held back tears for a moment, then took out a handkerchief from his trouser pocket, which contained the fire control manual (artillery control manual) that Charles had given him.

The handkerchief, with its delicate lace, was supposed to be a precious token given to him by his mother or sister, and the manual was even more precious in his eyes.

The boy opened the fire control manual with trembling hands, and tried his best to recount the recollections.

"I was directing Gun No. 3 to fire at a distant target, and I measured the distance at 1,250 meters......"

Charles looked at Darke next to him, Duck knowingly pointed to a small mound in the distance, Charles's hunter talent gave the exact distance, 1230 meters.

"I first balanced the gun with a copper hose, and then tamped the gun mount to support ........."

"According to the parameters in the manual, shooting at a target at a distance of 1250 meters requires an elevation angle of 16 degrees, five parts of gunpowder equivalent plus a small part of gunpowder ......."

In order to reduce the operational requirements of long-range firing of artillery, the fire control manual compiled by Charles divided the gunpowder filling into several standard modes with little difference, with a fixed elevation angle can correspond to different distances, and the gunpowder is also divided into two equivalents: large and small.

"Stop, stop, how many small parts of gunpowder equivalent did you add? Didn't the manual make it clear that one large part equivalent is equal to three small parts of equivalent?"

Charles understood thoroughly that the boy had indeed listened carefully, that the process of deploying the artillery was correct, and that he had learned to use the firing parameter table in the fire control manual to apply various parameters, but he had mistaken the conversion relationship between the large and small equivalent gunpowder in the manual.

"Twenty-six copies....... Legionnaire!"

Charles let out a long sigh and asked helplessly, "Are you literate?"

The young artilleryman opened his mouth but did not speak, squatted down and drew a few crooked letters on the ground with his hands.

"Mosken, well, that's your name, and do you know how to count?"

The young artilleryman named Mosken drew a series of Arabic numerals on the land, which Charles had just taught them to correspond to the values in the fire control manual.

"Now you can calculate for me, how much is the five parts of gunpowder for the small part of gunpowder?"

The young artilleryman was stunned, looked at the manual carefully, and then timidly began to break his fingers, and after breaking it, he broke it again and again, and counted it almost three times on ten fingers before stopping.

"Very good, three-five-twenty-five! Your sister can't count and count one by one? one-two-three, one-two-three, is it difficult to count five one-two-three?"

Charles was angry and depressed, how should he deal with this kind of thing? He had already reduced the required mathematics to the minimum, what else? If he needed to teach it by himself........

I don't teach anymore, I want to die!

"Mosken, you can't even count, how did you become an artilleryman? Which bastard recruited you into the artillery barracks?"

Mosken said in a panic: "Legion Commander, my family has been a blacksmith for generations, and I can repair weapons and artillery, so I signed up for artillery......."

Mosken hurriedly stretched out his hand and showed off the calluses on his hands, indicating that he was a qualified blacksmith.

"Mosken, don't you realize that you have nearly twice as many potions as others? Do you think five packets plus one packet are as many as twenty-six packets?"

"Legionnaire, this is the first time I have commanded the firing of artillery...... I didn't know how much gunpowder to put in, I thought everything in the manual was right, and I heard an old artilleryman say that the more gunpowder........ The farther you hit........."

Charles didn't know what to say, because the principle that "the more gunpowder you had, the farther you hit," was still very popular among the guerrillas during the Anti-Japanese War, and it was not uncommon for them to blow up their chambers! Do you expect an illiterate child under feudal oppression like Mosken to figure out the truth?

This is the defect of the "crash course", in this world, ordinary artillerymen need to learn for several years before they are qualified to command and control artillery, and in these few years, they have fired at the cannon only many times, and what kind of artillery can be groped with their eyes closed and how many medicines.

And the "fool artillery" of the Charr was illiterate farmers a month ago, and in a short period of time they will become qualified technical artillerymen, and a large number of basic knowledge will inevitably be missing, and there will definitely be a lot of hidden dangers, which will need to be slowly broken down and repaired with time and frustration later.

This is also one of the reasons why Ye Luzi can be amazing, but he can never replace his professional background.

"Mosken, even if you loaded twenty-five small doses of gunpowder, the artillery should not fall apart, what else did you do with it?"

"Legionnaire, I also noticed just now that the artillery mount may be loose, but ....... But Captain Duck said that the fastest person could become an artillery company commander, so I ......"

"What did you say? The artillery carriage is loose, so why didn't you report it to Dark?"

Mosken glanced at Duck, lowered his head and said no more, the courage he had gathered somehow vanished.

Charles shouted sternly, "Answer my question immediately!"

"Legionnaire, I just heard that the sound was wrong when the cannon was fired, but everyone laughed at me for being a child blacksmith, so I can't be sure ......."

Charles gave the artillerymen around him a stern glance and strode over to the shattered gun carriage.

Charr has the keen perception of a hunter, and quickly analyzes from the rift in the gun carriage that what Mosken said is true.

Charles made improvements to the artillery cart, increasing the wheel base and lowering the center of gravity, allowing it to move more quickly in the field, and in these days of drills, he has always emphasized the need to seize the advantageous position as quickly as possible, and these young men are also slowly letting go of their hands and feet, and the carriage plays with off-road feeling.

And after several days of high-intensity drills and tosses, this artillery has indeed shown traces of metal fatigue.

"Dark, come over to me!"

The burly, honest-looking Duck walked over and admitted his mistake without waiting for Charles to ask, "Legionnaire, Mosken did say that there might be a problem with the artillery, but ...... You said you don't have to take care of artillery, you just need to practice your skills......."

"I'm Nima!"

Charles cursed in his heart, and then sternly reprimanded the people around him: "I don't care about the damage of a few artillery, but the value of artillery is far greater than that of artillery, the artillerymen who die on the battlefield are heroes, and the artillerymen who die on the training ground are fools......."

"Your mistake was not to take proper precautions to protect your companions when you knew there was a problem with the artillery........."

“.........”

Charles: "@#¥......%*)—**...... ￥......#￥%￥#”

Charles scolded for a long time before announcing the punishment order.

"Medic, first bandage Mosken's wounds, then send them to the military doctor to have his leg connected, and when his leg is healed, he will be flogged ten times, and then go back to the artillery battalion after he has reached the literacy class. ”

Charles turned to Duck again and said, "As the leader of the army, you did not do a good job of supervising and did not listen carefully to the opinions of your soldiers, and received fifteen lashes. ”

Dak stood upright, saluted, and accepted the punishment with sincerity, and the surrounding artillerymen were also visibly relieved.

But Charles's next order made the surrounding artillerymen nervous.

"Hand in all your manuals, and I'll change them!"

They now knew that with this booklet they dared to boast that they were sharpshooters, and without this booklet they would be nothing, let alone shoot at a target more than 1,000 meters away, and they would have to rely on the blind after exceeding the 500-meter direct firing distance.

Charles returns to his makeshift resting place and asks the maid to fetch him paints and small paintbrushes.

When a nobleman was in the field, horses, hounds, and painters were standard, and soon the maid brought Charles colored pens, and Charles scribbled them on a booklet.

Large portions of gunpowder: Painted in the shape of a large watermelon, one two or three.......

Small portions of gunpowder: Painted in the shape of small oranges, three, five, seven........

Charles decided to lower the threshold for using the fire control manual a little more, and directly meet the standard of picture reading and speaking at the kindergarten level, and before their calculation skills improved, they should count one, two, three, four, five!

In the distance, the sound of horses' hooves approached, and Charles put away all the fire control manuals, ready to be questioned and taunted by Linar.

As soon as he invited Linar over for lunch, his subordinates set off a cannon battle for themselves, and they really cheered themselves.

"Charles, am I not at the right time?"

Linar jumped off her horse, threw her whip at the leader of the guards behind her, and strode over.

"If there's a problem with the parts of the gun carriage, I'll improve the drawings, and you can pick better materials and redo them all. ”

Shire's new gun carriage was developed in collaboration with Linal, an industrial tycoon, and it is natural for each of them to find a reason for this kind of thing.

"Charles, I think you are in too much of a hurry, even if you design the best artillery, these artillerymen learn quickly, but in a short period of time you can't train an artillery unit that can go to the battlefield, training is training, war is war. ”

"It's up to you! You've been coming to see me for the past few days, what do you think and suggest?"

Charles walked around the table, pulled out a chair for Linaer, invited her to a seat, and thoughtfully poured her red wine.

Linar picked up the glass and shook it, letting the aroma of red wine diffuse, and then said lightly: "If you want to say, my performance surprises me, you may not only have the strength to command and coordinate thirty artillery, you really have the talent to command artillery." ”

"Hehe! I'm really honored to hear your compliment, cousin!" Charles happily raised his glass and toasted Linael.

It's really rare to be able to make Linar, who is always cold to people, open her mouth to praise people.

Linar returned the salute to Charles, and then continued: "However, I would suggest that you hand over the tactical command of the artillery to our artillery officers of Prussia, rather than just having them serve as military advisers, who can help your artillery to get the most out of it. ”

Charles shook his head and said: "I don't think that the artillery of Flence will be willing to be under the command of the Prussian officer, and after the subsequent artillery arrives, I will form three mercenary battalions and let the mercenary artillery from Prussia play their role." ”

"Charles, maybe you should take a look at the strength of our Prussian artillery before making a decision!"

"Okay! When they come, we'll compare and learn from each other!"

"Just an hour ago, an artillery mercenary force I deployed just arrived in Nancy City, do you want to see the strength of the elite artillery of Prussia?"

Looking at Linar with a confident face, Charles said indispensably: "Yes, you can take a copy of the training assessment standards back later, and we will verify each other when we are ready." ”

Linal's eyes lit up, and she said with ulterior motives: "Okay, but if I win, will you give me something that counts as the reward that the winner deserves!"

"Except for the one that doesn't exist, I can send you anything else!" said Charles.

"It's a deal!"

"Oh, I'm not a thing, don't make up your mind!"

“.........”

"Do you think I'm beating you up?

Linar glanced at Charles, lowered her head and began to eat her lunch, but she didn't look as good as usual today, as vicious as a dragon biting its prey.