I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 335

Regarding the "rumours and rumors" that permeated the army, Karl of course knew what the consequences would be if they were allowed to spread, but he only forcibly suppressed them, and had no idea of ​​completely eradicating them.

Of course, this is not clear at all, plus the fact that a certain commander-in-chief is "ghostly", but the more important factor is that he has no time.

Town reconstruction, shooting army training, these two tasks occupy most of his energy, and he really has no time to intervene in the psychological counseling of the soldiers.

Right now is the end of December, and he has at most three months to train more than 10,000 "cannon fodder" as if they were an army.

The difficulty is comparable to climbing over the morning ice peak in winter.

Although they always ridicule that the levies of the Clovis Kingdom are cannon fodder and scum, it depends on who they are compared with—compared to the natives of the New World, they are also of high quality and excellent... uh, cannon fodder.

Even between consumables, there are good and bad: a cannon fodder army that can obey orders, shoot in line, and even persist until the enemy launches a bayonet charge, and a cannon fodder army that does not understand any orders at all, and rushes up to see the enemy , the difference between the dregs that collapsed immediately after the death of a dozen hapless people is like Hantu mulled wine and warm water.

And the "shooting army" formed by the indigenous people... The level is even more desperate than this.

After all, if you defeat a group of thugs, you can still have some "fighting" experience and a sense of accomplishment; while defeating a shooting army is more like bullying mentally handicapped patients who don't understand the rules of the game. Deeply confused.

It's not that Carl deliberately belittles this servant army, but the common feeling of all Storm Legionnaires.

With no vision at all, they fought a **** night with a partially armed shooting army that was three times stronger than themselves, and even used artillery during the night.

As a result, when the casualties were counted in the morning, the two sides added up to less than 300, and the serious casualties were only in the double digits.

But according to many people's memories, they repelled the shooting army at least six times during the counterattack, and even the front line was on the verge of falling. The battle was no less intense than the last battle of Hantu - leading to the fact that the final number of casualties was completely unbelievable. .

Such an amazing result made Carl feel that these guys are the real levies - if all the troops he had brought had their own standards, and they performed a one-sided show into a wonderful epic duel, I'm afraid they would have been promoted long ago, why bother. Carrying the blame for so many years?

But if such a "performative" army is really sent to the battlefield, Carl can't guarantee whether it will be the enemy or his own.

Instead, they must be trained into an army that can obey orders and at least not flee before seeing the enemy... Lieutenant Colonel Carl Bain, chief of staff of the Storm Legion and a senior practitioner in the "black pot world", believes that his career has encountered unprecedented challenges. .

He has a faint feeling that once he completes this challenge, he will "sublime" to a completely different realm than he is now.

And if it fails... um, that is failure, it is a high probability event, and it is completely within the expectations of everyone including myself.

No one will blame themselves, much less because of failures in other things, but because of their own failure to do well in this matter, everyone is fully prepared - this matter is mostly going to be thrown.

but!

But do you just give up your efforts just because everyone doesn't give hope? !

Could it be that Carl Bain should always be dormant in the dust, without a moment of flash? !

If miracles exist, why didn't they create them with their own hands?

Who says the most ordinary soldier can't be a hero who can turn things around?

Not to break stereotypes, not to create the impossible, not to hold the miracle!

Just to make everyone look at me... Carl Bain... the back of the river!

Never bow your back!

"Shooting Army - Assemble!"

The thick command sound echoed under the clear dome.

After dozens of seconds, with the rapid alarm bell and messy footsteps, pushing, cursing...even fist-to-flesh fights, gray tides rushed towards the military camp playground.

After completing the assembly piecemeal, these sounds continued for half an hour, and there was still no sign that they would or would stop.

A livid Karl Bane stood in the center of the steps in front of the flag, overlooking the mess below, a group of moving, noisy "swamps" waiting to be turned into killing machines.

And he's not alone.

Joseph, who had just finished his prison career, stood in the lower left hand of the chief of staff, with a very complicated mood.

To be honest, he can understand the idea that the Storm Legion is desperately ill and desperately needs to replenish the reserve force; but he expects a group of indigenous people to become a Legion, um...

In fact, it is not bad to catch all the animals in the town and the wilderness, and train a "beast monster army" with weapons. Anyway, the difficulty of the two is similar.

This is not just him, but the common thought of dozens of instructors present.

Carl once thought so too, but now, he decided to try again.

No matter how desperate the challenge is, if you don't experience it yourself, why should you shirk the responsibility and sigh?

The real failure is not to be killed by lead bullets on the battlefield, but to be intimidated by the fear that I imagined, and I don't even have the courage to hold the gun.

"You—you!"

"All the shooting corps - head up, chest out, arms down, feet together, looking straight ahead, in the same formation - gather!"

"When I say 'collection', this is what I want to express, and it is the order that you must obey - the order, that is, if you are killed by the enemy in the next second, you must do it immediately!"

"Did you hear it clearly?!"

Under the hoarse shouts, the playground was silent.

The soldiers of the shooting army stared at the thin, ordinary figure on the stage in a stunned manner, completely unable to imagine how he alone overcame the noisy movement of tens of thousands of people and conveyed so many words to their ears.

This is of course because of Carl's extensive speaking experience as a veteran, but more because of Joseph next to him.

Before the chief of staff spoke, Joseph quietly covered the entire playground with the "circle" of black magic, and through the method of inner suggestion made everyone "think" that they heard the voice.

It is of course not easy to hypnotize tens of thousands of people at the same time, but the indigenous people themselves contain a certain degree of mutation, and their tolerance to magic is lower than that of ordinary humans, which relatively reduces the difficulty to a certain extent.

Looking at the soldiers in the shooting army who were confused and confused, but still obeyed the orders, Carl showed a relieved expression.

"From now on, we will completely lift the restrictions on you - which means that from now on, you will no longer have to wear shackles and live under surveillance and supervision all the time."

"But it comes at a price! Because from now on you will be treated like a real soldier!"

"In addition to gathering, you have to learn to obey more orders, more knowledge!"

"You must master the skills of forming lines and advancing, mastering the skills of using rifles and iron autumns, and throwing objects of two kilograms to a distance of at least thirty meters!"

"In short, you should treat yourself as an object, a tool, a weapon; weapons cannot resist the will of the user, and you cannot resist any order given by me!"

"That way, you will win your freedom." Carl took a deep breath:

"Freedom... means being able to eat well, be healthy, and live with respect."

"In the past, you were only worthy to live on farms, in mines, and in the wilderness. You were weeds, stones, dirt... the most despicable and least valued group."

"You resist, but what you gain is more contempt and disgust, and even what you do is disgusting."

"The simple reason is because you cannot and have no chance of winning your freedom."

"And now... your chance has come!"

While speaking, Carl pointed his right hand at the Firing Army flag above his head.

Dozens of instructors stepped forward half a step at the same time, with their hands behind their backs, lining up in front of the shooting soldiers like standing rifles.

They work in groups of three, each representing a set of training programs.

In order to strive for the complete rebirth of the indigenous people who finally got the "preliminary domestication" in the shortest time, Carl formulated an extremely strict plan.

The first thing to do is "line up".

For the recruits of the Clovis Kingdom, this is a basic skill that must and should be mastered from being recruited by the army to arriving at the barracks; but for the natives, it may be one of the most difficult projects.

Because it contains at least the basic concepts of "distinguishing direction", "obeying orders", and "collective action"; these Clovis common senses do not exist for them at all - let alone direction, even left and right Totally unclear.

However, this is also easy to solve. After a few months of "discipline", the shooting army soldiers have subconsciously obeyed orders. The collective action has also been gradually cultivated by a dozen people being chained together for a long time.

As for the hardest direction... Carl experimented with Anson's little trick to master the left and right by making the soldiers wear different shoes for the left and right feet, and it turned out to be completely useless - the natives seemed to be somewhat unresponsive, and it seemed to them whether they wore shoes or not. Has little effect.

Fabian gave another method, let the instructor hold two flags of different colors in his hand, and raise them in the corresponding direction when giving an order.

In order to improve efficiency, Carl also added: while raising the flag, fire in the opposite direction.

This method has been unanimously praised by all the instructors, not only speeding up the training progress, but also screening out many colorblind and hearing impaired patients.

On this basis, Carl moved around to ensure that the supplies of the shooting army were sufficient, and at the same time began to train them for endurance.

Because the reconstruction of Beluga Port and the relief of the affected people required a lot of materials, the part that was supposed to supply the shooting army had to be temporarily diverted.

That's another reason why Karl suddenly has to speed up his workouts - if they don't hurry up while they're still full, it's even less likely that they'll get a chance to finish the workout if they're hungry later.

The training program is also very simple: long-distance marching with weight, jogging, digging trenches, standing in place.

An army's physical fitness and tolerance for harsh environments will greatly affect their combat style.

For example, light cavalry or light infantry with strong explosiveness cannot expect their combat effectiveness after a long journey; legions that have been stationed in fortresses and cities for a long time should be prepared for large-scale non-combat attrition once they leave the city.

And the natives were very good at this, and even called it gifted - those who were not gifted died in the wilderness, in the farms and in the mines.

However, although they have excellent endurance, their physical fitness is very low; they can overcome harsh environments, but because of their "inner shadow", they are extremely tired of repetitive and heavy physical labor, and even actively resist.

Faced with this situation, Carl adopted the old way of dealing with prisoners of war in the past - the last elimination system.

Those who resisted the most and were the most passive in training were the soldiers of the shooting army, and their supplies were distributed to those soldiers who were more honest and obeyed their orders obediently.

The advantage of this is that the effect is immediate, the disadvantage is that it will create a hierarchy of differences and discrimination chains within the soldiers, and over time, there will gradually appear the kind of "veterans" who are good at drilling loopholes in the rules, using the rules to enjoy privileges, and in turn controlling their superiors.

As one of the best, Karl knows this all too well.

But in the face of a tight time, no matter how many side effects there are to make way for efficiency, no matter how serious the problem is, as long as it does not break out immediately, it will have to be discussed later.

Under the guidance of this kind of thinking, from Carl Bain to the "indigenous grass-roots officers" who have just been promoted, they have used all kinds of extreme but immediate methods.

Even magic, Carl did not let go: every night Joseph had to repeatedly brainwash the entire shooting army, so that they would be physically and mentally exhausted the next day, and they had to actively participate in training "happy and happy".

Even the brainwashed included Carl himself... gritted his teeth, overcame exhaustion, and went upstream against all odds.

Finally, in the cold December, all the indigenous soldiers and instructors completed the original 30-day "recruitment training" with high intensity in 15 days.

And it's really starting from scratch - in every sense of the word.

"Shooting Army - Assemble!!!!"

Accompanied by loud shouts~www.mtlnovel.com~, hundreds of heavy steps converged into billowing smoke and dust that beat the ground, one after another gathered towards the barracks playground.

They stared at blood-red eyes, and their steps were powerful and standard—even because they were too standard, they often stunned their comrades in the front and rear.

The vibrations gradually ceased. Except for those who had just "unfortunately sacrificed", all the others completed the assembly order on time; and because many of the successful turnarounds led to the back row, the queue of nearly 10,000 people was clearly divided into two parts.

After the assembly, the legs are together, the chest is raised, and then the head is raised - bang!

Listening to the neat and crisp sound on the playground, and then looking at the rows that fell to the ground, Joseph, the deputy conductor, sighed with emotion: "It's almost there."

"Yes."

Carl nodded slightly in agreement, and even showed a relieved smile on his face:

"It's almost time to give up."

Chapter end