The Ciampino barracks are buzzing with shouts these days, and the officers and men of the 3rd Guards Regiment, which was reorganized from the former Red Shirts, are undergoing harsh training here.

Many contents made the officers and men of the Fourth Regiment of the Ninth Division of the Army, who were originally stationed here, feel chills.

For example, when they marched with heavy loads, they marched 20 kilometers with 20 kilograms of guns, ammunition, water bottles and other equipment on their backs, and they were tired like dogs every time they came down.

And this group of people in the barracks carried 35 kilograms of equipment on their backs and traveled 35 kilometers. Of course, these people were not refreshed when they ran down, and they were also tired like dogs.

And every day, these people get up from the morning until the lights go out at night, and they are properly arranged, and they don't have a quarter of an hour to belong to themselves, just like they want to train them to be robots.

But these people's perseverance is really good, and none of them shouted that they couldn't stand quitting.

"Now let's start running, aim for forty laps, and turn to the right. Ready, go! ”

Under the order of the training officer, the officers and men of the 3rd Guards Regiment, dressed in khaki uniforms, immediately began to run forward. The neat and uniform movements and the masculinity of the officers and men brought a strong sense of solemnity.

And in a place where the officers and men of the training could not be seen, Kalo, as the king, accompanied by the commander of the 3rd Guards Regiment, Lieutenant Colonel Tver Pulev, was watching the training of the officers and men of the 3rd Guards Regiment.

Lieutenant Colonel Pulev was Carlo's handpicked commander. He graduated from the Turin Artillery Engineering School and served as an artillery platoon commander, artillery company commander, deputy battalion commander and battalion commander. and participated in the Second and Third Wars of Independence, all of which performed well.

And after the reunification of Italy, in view of the performance of Lieutenant Colonel Pulev, he was transferred to the Guards as an infantry battalion commander and deputy regiment commander.

Later, when the 3rd Guards Regiment was formed, he was favored by Carlo to become the first commander of the newly formed 3rd Regiment.

The reason why Carlo took a fancy to him was very simple, Lieutenant Colonel Pulev was a pure soldier with all the virtues of a soldier, and he never made political remarks, nor did he contact any political group, and he pondered military theories and rehearsed military plans when he had nothing to do, which won Carlo's approval.

Soldiers, you have to be pure.

"How are these officers and soldiers trained?"

Carlo looked at the officers and soldiers who had been trained to the point of sweat, and asked Plev about it.

"Your Majesty, the training is not bad, in more than a month of training, the attainment rate is 87.1%."

Although he didn't know what the attainment rate was in Pulev's mouth, Carlo didn't plan to continue asking, but asked other questions.

"How many people are left in this group at the moment?"

Although Carlo's question was a little unclear, how could Lieutenant Colonel Prev not know the meaning of Carlo's words.

"Your Majesty, there are currently 1,309 people who remain in the barracks for training."

Lieutenant Colonel Prev's words made Carlo look a little unpleasant.

"I remember it was 1513 at the beginning, right?"

Although Carlo used interrogative sentences, the affirmation of the tone in his words was unmistakable.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

In the face of Carlo's inquiry, how could Lieutenant Colonel Pulev, who was the commander of the 3rd Regiment, not know the reason?

I saw him explain. "Your Majesty, it is true that 1,513 men arrived in Rome at first, but in the endurance training that followed, only 1,417 met the standards of the Guard. In addition, during the more than a month of training, 108 people withdrew due to injuries, violations of military regulations, and their own withdrawal. ”

Prev's words calmed Carlo's emotions, of course, relying on Pulev's explanation alone, he didn't dare to believe it all, and he had to wait for the report of the person he arranged to know.

And when Pulev saw that His Majesty in front of him didn't say anything more, he let go of his heart.

It's not that Pulev was hiding anything, but that there was an accident at that time, which greatly reduced the number of people.

Everyone knows that the training of recruits is hard, but this training is particularly hard because of the intervention of the army.

Since it's too hard, then there will be resentment, and the average person's way to deal with resentment in the barracks is self-regulation, and if they can't adjust it, they will naturally want to give up, especially if they are allowed to quit.

However, this is only what most people think, and some people are angry and do not want to quit like this, but want to get revenge and come back.

It happened that there were several such disgruntled soldiers in the 3rd Regiment, and on a dark and windy night, several soldiers entered the room of Cesar, the chief instructor of training. So everyone knows what happened next, several soldiers with blue noses and swollen faces were tied up on a high platform to show the public.

If Cesar was so easily cleaned up, how could he deserve the title of Instructor of Hell.

As for these unlucky guys, they were also kicked out of the barracks after the public demonstration, which naturally broke Carlo's agreement with the military.

No one has anything to say about this, and it is light to be kicked out of the army if you do it to your commander. Especially in the nineteenth century, more than two decades have passed since the platoon was shot and killed. In this period, discipline and the majesty of officers should not be emphasized, and the crime of offending officers is not small at all.

However, for Pulev, there is no need to inform the king about this matter, after all, it will make everyone look bad.

Moreover, he not only knew the reason for the birth of his third regiment, but also knew the game between His Majesty and the military. Of course, a lot of information was not available to him at his level, and was told to him by General Grover.

General Grove is responsible for commanding the entire Guards, although so far the Guards only have three regiments of nearly 10,000 troops, but General Grovey's status in the army is even higher than that of ordinary army commanders, after all, he is a close minister of the king, and it is inevitable to occupy a sufficient position.

After listening to Lieutenant Colonel Plev's report, Carlo continued to observe the training of officers and soldiers. However, the training of officers and soldiers was indeed a bit boring, so that Carlo, who was very interested, couldn't help but yawn after watching it for a long time.

The sharp-eyed Lieutenant Colonel Plev, after seeing the king's impatience, immediately suggested. "Your Majesty, why don't we go and see shooting training."

"Alright, let's lead the way."

So under the leadership of Pulev, the group came to the shooting range to watch the shooting training.

"Smack, smack, smack."

"Thirty-five points."

The soldiers who reported the target reported their scores loudly, causing a cheer at the scene.

This score is not low, and at a distance of 200 meters, he can score 35 points with four bullets, which is definitely the qualification of a sharpshooter.

"Haldane, your shooting is really consistent and surprising."

Ida Barry stepped forward and patted Cosentz on the shoulder, complimenting her friend.

It's just that as the shooter himself, Holdan Kosenz is a little dissatisfied with this. "Carelessly, the third bullet didn't take into account the wind and was a little off, otherwise it should never have landed on the eight-point ring."

Barry was surprised to hear his friend's complaints. "Forget it, Haldan, you are not satisfied with this, let the others do."

In the face of his friend's words, Cosenz Jr. lowered his head and wiped his gun. In his hand was the Vitry M1870, an Italian rifle.

The smooth body, rounded handguard, and plump butt of this gun have smooth and bright lines, and there is a hint of Florentine art in playfulness.

The bullet used with the Vitry rifle was a 10.4 x47R, a slightly weaker but decent black powder round. (Much better than Hans's 11mm Mauser and Rot's 577/.450)

However, the handling of this gun is a bit more off-the-beaten, with the Vitry's rifle fitted with a four-shot clip. At first glance, it looks like an 11mm Manlixia missed clip, and the rifle magazines of the same period were all five rounds, but this one was short and two. It's still a little weird, and there's a little rope on the clip. When the magazine is pressed into the gun, the shooter pulls the rope and pulls the magazine out. And that's not all, as a pull-bolt rifle, its locking tenon is on a separately rotating knot sleeve behind the bolt, while the bolt body does not rotate.

Well, this Italian standard rifle is not highly rated in the army.

However, because it is in the wave of replacing black powder with smokeless powder, the Italian army can only use this gun at present.

Of course, the development of a new gun has already begun to be discussed in the army, and it is believed that in less than ten years there will be a new standard rifle in Italy.

But it didn't matter to Kosenz Jr., because he was seen in what he had just done.

"Kosentz, come here."

Kosentz, who was called by name, looked up to see his training instructor calling himself, and beside him stood Regiment Commander Plev and other officers. Strangely, they were all around a fifteen or sixteen-year-old teenager.

But for Kosenz, he didn't pay much attention to it and immediately ran over.

"Sergeant Kosenz, come and report."

Rushing to the crowd, Kosenz immediately saluted and reported loudly. The biggest impression he had after more than a month of living in the barracks was that he needed to report everywhere he went.

After the instructor returned the salute, the teenager asked. "Your name is Cosentz?"

"Yes, Your Excellency, my name is Holdan Kosenz and I am from Palermo."

Cosentz's answer pleased the teenager. "Nice to meet you, Sergeant Cosenz, your marksmanship is impressive."

Although he did not understand why the teenager said this, seeing the officers surrounding him, Cosenz wisely did not make any inappropriate remarks.

"Thank you for your compliments, it's all the result of the instructor's training."

After Cosenz finished speaking, he obviously felt the joy of the instructor, although his face still did not change, but he could still feel the praise in his eyes.

"Sergeant Cosentz, go back."

"Yes!"

How did Haldane Kosenz come and how did he go back.

And Carlo withdrew his gaze and said a word to Lieutenant Colonel Plev beside him. "The training worked very well."

"Your Majesty, you're welcome."

Carlo then continued to observe several other training sessions of the Third Regiment, all of which were not bad. It can be seen that the training has been hard work, and the soldiers are also very hard.

Satisfied, Carlo, in the farewell of the officers of the 3rd regiment, left.

In the carriage, Carlo remembered the young man he had seen today, and couldn't help but muttered to himself. "Holdan Kosenz, also from Palermo."

There was a smile on his face.