85_85536 "Hahahahaha......" The more William laughed so happily, the more sweat on the head of merchant John became. But in the end, the merchant John was not afraid again, and even vaguely excited.

It wasn't just because William didn't really draw his sword in the end, and then stabbed him to death with a sword. It's even more because William whispered before turning to leave: "It's not time yet." ”

"That's him!"

If the merchant John before this, all he thought of was to be in a hurry, like a wild dog in estrus, anything can be done. Then after William said this, he recognized William.

William was able to think through everything he thought in an instant. Even what he couldn't think clearly, he had already thought clearly. At this age, this brain, this leftist, this is already distancing himself from the so-called young talents that businessman John knew before.

"And more importantly, he doesn't look like he's going to lose. Merchant John thought to himself.

Yes, William didn't look like he was going to lose the battle. It's not just businessman John who thinks so. The army of Chersk, whether it is a standing private guard, or a reserve unit that has been formed after about three months of training, thinks so.

The bitter cold and heavy snow began to subside at the end of January, and the temperature gradually warmed up. But in the middle of the process. The rabble of about 10,000 that were pieced together probably won't be much left for a while. And the opposite. The reservist units that have been trained have been restored, but their elite ranks have risen again.

Perhaps sensing that the urgency of the matter had dropped, William began to add other training subjects to his spearmen.

In addition to the most basic queues and spear thrusts, endurance training is added. Weight-bearing running, as well as physical training, sit-ups, push-ups and the like are all indispensable. In addition, there is a more complex queue change, and the column becomes a horizontal team. and other earthworks, digging trenches, building camps, and the like.

And beyond that, it's throwing.

Throw a grenade with a wooden handle.

Yes, wooden-handled grenades. This was the other weapon that William had chosen during these months, in addition to training spearmen.

It's hard to make steel. Casting well-made plate armor and making flintlock pistols also require a certain amount of scientific and technological accumulation. Although it is said that if William's nerves are not normal, then let the Count of Chersk do his best, then it is not impossible to produce a few flintlock pistols by himself. But it doesn't make sense. As for the purchase of flintlock pistols and cannons from John the Merchant, this is a different matter.

These things with a relatively high level of science and technology will not be used by William for the time being. And those that don't have any productivity needs, are simple to manufacture. And the effect is really good. Then the natural ones are going to be used.

For example, a grenade with a wooden handle.

Speaking of which, there is indeed such a thing as a grenade in this era. However, this grenade is relatively simple and primitive. It can be seen as a small shell, and there is no problem. Basically, it looks like a ball. And in order to ensure lethality, it needs to be a big ball. A large iron ball filled with black gunpowder.

And to throw this big iron ball out, it naturally requires strong arm strength. So, this era is an era of elite, strong soldiers who are specially armed with grenades. That is, grenadiers.

However, even a professional grenadier is unlikely to throw the spherical primitive grenade too far. As a rule, such grenades are also not used to attack enemy troops, but to siege cities. Later, with the continuous development of rifles and artillery, hand grenades gradually disappeared from the stage of history. It was not until the First World War that it re-emerged.

Of course, the wooden-handled grenade that William was going to make was somewhat different from this spherical grenade. This difference is reflected in the throwing distance of the grenade.

Even in later generations, the throw distance of a wooden-handled grenade was much stronger than that of an oval grenade. Not to mention the cast iron balls that are popular today.

Wooden handles are something that a carpenter can make. And the cast-iron grenade body is just as simple. The only thing that is more difficult is the prefabricated fragments. However, William's requirements for this kind of thing are relatively low. He just asked the craftsmen who cast the cast-iron projectiles to do it casually. Because this thing just needs to explode a lot of debris. Therefore, the cast iron of the projectile body can be relatively thin, and the thin iron sheet can be drawn out of the road. Even if it's a simple and primitive prefabricated fragment.

Speaking of which, William's desire to make a wooden-handled grenade is not a day or two. It's just a pity that the Chersk county did not have enough gunpowder. So he just asked the craftsmen to make it, and that cartridge case was empty inside. There is no black powder. In addition, there is another thing that makes William more unhappy, that is, the fuze is such a thing, and the craftsmen do not understand. So these grenades aren't the kind that are thrown out after pulling the strings or rings. Instead, it needs an open flame fuse to ignite, which is a bit inconvenient.

That's it, with the efforts of the blacksmiths, carpenters and their apprentices in the Cyrsk county for more than three months, plus the black powder bought from the merchant John at great expense. William was given more than eight hundred grenades with wooden handles at once.

He assigned the grenades to more than fifty soldiers who were the best and most agile in their training, organized them into a grenadier squad, and changed their training subjects. In addition to training bomb throwing, and increasing the amount of training, they are also being taught Gothic and swordsmanship.

This made these soldiers very moved. Even the private soldiers of the guards looked at them with a little envy. Charlumi asked William specifically about this matter. Ask him if he wants to take them as his servants. If so, just speak.

In the end, Xia Lumi also said to William in a slightly unhappy tone: "Fifty people, the Countess of Chersk can still take it." I don't need you to think too much. But he felt that William didn't talk to her about this little thing, and had to do it in private, and he was separated from her - William's treatment of these fifty grenadiers was definitely not to train the troops for Charlot. Xia Lumi is not a fool, so naturally she will not fail to see it.

"That's not what I mean. When William heard her say this, he couldn't help laughing—joking, to train these men into qualified officers in a short time? As for the obedience.

"Do you think these people are qualified to be my subordinates?" William asked Charlumie with a smile.

Of course not. Xia Lumi didn't have to think about it to come to this conclusion. In the eyes of the lover, William's image in her mind is infinitely tall and infinitely perfect. Don't say it's this group of mud-legged people who have only received more than three months of military training. She felt that even if she brought those legendary-level heroes or princes over to William as subordinates, she could only barely pass.

"So, you're thinking too much. William said, "It's just a practice." ”

"Just practicing?"

"It's just practice. William nodded—he did have a mind—to train the officers—to train the army—to form a military academy, and then to ask the cadets to call him the headmaster or something. In this way, you can build an army that is loyal to you, and then you can push it or something. But that's definitely not now. It wasn't when he and Xia Lumi could only command a total of 500 soldiers. It's really just a matter of practicing now—a few months' time—and maybe next year, the centaurs on the other side will rush over and fight him. Where does he have the time to train his students?

Therefore, William said to Charlotine, "Even if you want to teach, at least you have to teach something that has a certain foundation, right? And even if you want to teach, it can't be my business alone." At the same time, it can't be a matter of the two of us...... By the way, you don't like playing chess these days. Why don't you let me teach you how to fight?"

At this point, William came up with the idea - it was difficult to teach the reservists who did not know the words. But it doesn't seem like a difficult thing to teach your cousin Charlumie, right? Well, she is also a general of the Hereford family, and her genes are the same as her own. If there is anyone on his side who can lead troops on the battlefield and help him with a little training, then there is only Xia Lumi.

"Eh, you're going to teach me how to fight?" Charlumie was incredulous when she heard this, "You haven't fought a war yourself, have you?" Say something like that......"

"Then change the term. Let's talk about how to go to war, so it's all right?" asked William.

Although he said that he knew modern warfare, modern warfare, all kinds of war examples and military doctrines in the previous world, if not to say, he could be regarded as a thorough reading. But in front of Xia Lumi, he naturally couldn't say that. So it can only be said to be a competition.

"No problem, no problem......" Xia Lumi nodded. Indeed, since William had beaten her to death in chess. She had no interest in playing chess at all.

Because of her previous assassination in the woods, she is not interested in hunting now. Although the weather has warmed up for a while, looking out the window, it is still white. Xia Lumi had nothing else to do, so she could only eat, sleep, sleep and eat all day long, as William said. These two days are not long, so I can't see any changes in my figure. But if it takes a little longer, it won't be .......