Iron Powder and Spellcasters Chapter 151

   Chapter 151 Super Long Spear

   For the governments of the alliance countries, and even the military of various countries, it is almost impossible to deprive an officer of his military status.

  Things have to start from the beginning of the alliance.

   At that time, large and small nobles in the republics were unwilling to have their privileges banned, and they set up banners and armed separatism.

   For a time, the bay area was full of flames, and the newborn alliance was as precarious as a candle in the wind.

   It seems that the republican regime is about to usher in its doom just after its birth.

   But the Cenas Alliance also had an army, an army led by Ned Smith. There were no republics at that time, and the Cenas only called that army the "Confederate Army".

   Power comes from the barrel of a gun. At that time, the aristocratic rebels from all over the country did not realize this: the Alliance Army itself was the rebel with the hardest fists in this land.

   In the face of the Alliance Army tempered in blood and fire, even Duke Arlean the "Butcher" had to commit suicide in the end. Who else is the opponent of the Alliance Army by the bay?

  The cannons flattened the towers, the tunnels shattered the castles, and all the nobles who were armed and divided were easily suppressed and wiped out by the alliance army.

   As the counts who openly rebelled were hanged one by one by the Union army, the remnants of the old ruling class understood that fighting by force was courting death.

   So, relying on the intertwined forces at the local level, they took the initiative to enter the local parliaments and began to play party politics.

   In those years, the political ecology of the republics was very comical and absurd.

  The aristocratic forces gradually occupied the local councils, and the large city where the new republic was located was like an island in the ocean.

  The so-called elected members are just the old nobles changing their clothes, and the army has become the mainstay of the democratic republic.

   "Resolve the crimes of the Confederate army in the time of the Sovereign War!", "Trial Ned Smith!" and so on.

  The banks of the Senas Bay have the smell of encircling the city in the countryside, peacefully evolving the regime, and welcoming the emperor's return.

   Based on the consideration of protecting the army, and at the same time worrying about the control of the army to counterattack after the power of the old nobles seized power, the governments of the republics gave their armies a considerable degree of decentralization in those years.

  The Union Army at that time was indeed the last barrier of the republic that fell to the ground.

  The old aristocratic forces tried repeatedly to reverse the course of history, but they were all crushed by the military of the Republics.

   The Supreme Council of Guanglian Province was forcibly banned by the army three times, and the story of "bombing the Palace of State Affairs" is still passed down by word of mouth among the citizens of Guizhou.

   This powerful medicine also has many sequelae, one of which is that the Union Provincial Army finally became a self-contained system, so that the tail cannot be lost today.

   "Except for treason and espionage, officers shall not be deprived of military status" was also passed during the same period.

   As long as an officer did not treason or act as a spy, no matter what he did, even if he misdirected and killed thousands of soldiers, he could not be kicked out of the army.

   This is the ultimate protection for allied officers.

   But this amendment also indirectly leads to a result: no matter how hard an officer offends a big man, the other party cannot expel him from the military.

   So there are only two places for lower-ranking officers who don't please the higher-ups:

   or be rolled to the overseas military region and become a glorious overseas expedition;

   Or be transferred to the war history office, sit on the bench, and repair war history.

   These two are unwritten customs of the armies of the Republics.

   Overseas Expeditionary Forces are military agencies directly under the Union Government and are not under the jurisdiction of any Union State. Going there is tantamount to losing the identity of the soldiers of the republics, and there has always been no return.

   Later historians who do not understand the unspoken rules will always find it very strange to read the history of the Union army during this period.

  Compared to the imperial war history's praise of virtue and martial arts, the war history written by the Alliance Army was written in black and sarcastic language, and the tone was yin and yang.

   And our Lieutenant Colonel John Jesska is also a particularly hated type of officers among the officers hated by high-level officials.

   So twelve years ago, he was transferred from the Palatine army to the overseas military headquarters, where he was in charge of repairing the history of wars.

When    met for the first time, the three second lieutenants certainly did not know about the legendary life of Lieutenant Colonel Jesska, who "went and returned".

   But when the lieutenant colonel said that he had just returned from overseas, Bud immediately figured out what was going on.

  Bud reminded softly: "Sir, this second lieutenant Montagne and this second lieutenant Cellini are from Veneta. And I am from the United Province."

   "The Veneta people came to Pallatu to serve?" Lieutenant Colonel Jesska asked in confusion, "Isn't the Luyuan now 'where did you come from, where do you go back', but the distribution has been broken up?"

   Come on, it seems that this guy really doesn't know the inside story. Bud briefly explained the ins and outs to the lieutenant colonel.

   "I have also heard about the feud between the United Provinces and Veneta overseas." After hearing the story, the lieutenant colonel was also sighing: "You are really unlucky, caught in the cracks."

After    disbanded the queue, the lieutenant colonel kept checking the arsenal again.

  Because he didn't need to be in charge of combat, after coming to the Shuangqiao Camp, Winters and a few people discussed and collected the weapons and equipment of the three centenarians for unified storage.

  The temporary arsenal is set up in a board room, and is guarded by an experienced ten captain, Malcolm.

   As early as when they were assembled just now, Malcolm saw that the new captain was not a good one.

After the dissolution of   , he hurriedly rushed to the arsenal with the militiamen of the account with cleaning tools, ready to clean up the warehouse.

  Lieutenant Colonel Jesska led the three second lieutenants to the arsenal when they happened to meet the militiamen in the arsenal.

   Seeing his subordinates sharpening their guns, Winters couldn't help but blush.

Lieutenant Colonel    waved his hand indifferently: "Don't be busy, the arsenal is not a banquet hall."

   Winters asked Ten Commander Guanku to fetch the list: "Here are the lances, halberds, swords, shields, and muskets of the three centurions, as well as the ammunition."

   "Mixed?" Jesska's eyebrows rose.

   "It's a mix-up." Winters nodded.

   Normally, each Centurion in a Legion will be equipped with the same weaponry. There are only halberdiers in the halberd team, and only musketeers in the musket team. Only at the level of the brigade will they be mixed up.

  This design is for legion-level battles. Soldiers using different weapons form separate formations, which is more convenient for the commander to arrange formations.

   However, like the Wolf Town Militia, which mainly do some chores of escorting and road building, and most of the time independent operations of the auxiliary army centurion, it can only be mixed at the level of the centurion.

"Spears, muskets, halberds, swords and shields, four to three to two to one." Winters took the list and handed it to the lieutenant colonel: "Only the ten commanders are issued a half-armor, and the others have a helmet. There are also six Ten kilograms of lead, twelve barrels of gunpowder, and some stray debris are all here."

   The super long spearman, musketeer and halberdman are equipped with a one-handed sword, and the sword and shieldman has a small iron shield in addition to the one-handed sword.

  The musketeers also had molds for buckshot, which Winters was afraid that the militia would not keep well, so he also collected them.

   Lieutenant Colonel Jesska took the list and asked directly, "Is the first musketeer only handing out one kilogram of lead, or do you only have one kilogram left for each of you?"

   "Only one kilogram per musketeer."

   "Have no training?"

   "The militias are not trained." Winters thought for a moment and replied, "But we have trained ourselves several times, using gunpowder and lead brought from the source of the troops."

   "Okay." Lieutenant Colonel Jesska's face was as usual, and he didn't show much emotion: "Look at something."

   Opened a wooden box, the smell of oil was pungent, the box was full of one-handed swords, each handle was oiled and wrapped in cloth.

   "Very good." The lieutenant colonel nodded: "Look at other things."

  The other boxes containing weapons were also inspected in turn, and everything was carefully kept. The iron was oiled, camphor was placed on the side of the long pole, and the blade part was well wrapped.

  John Jesska looked satisfied until the musket case was opened.

   The one-eyed lieutenant colonel's expression was half a smile: "Hook gun?"

   "Yes, sir. We were given hook guns." Winters replied awkwardly.

Lieutenant Colonel    took out the hook gun on the top and couldn't help laughing a few times: "I'm afraid this thing is older than me, right?"

   "I don't know." Andre replied in a muffled voice: "But he must be a few years older than us."

The    hook gun is actually a fire door gun, an improved fire door gun.

  Early muskets had no butt, until a gunsmith had the idea to add the wooden **** of the crossbow to the firearm, the musket could only be fired with the hand.

  However, he couldn't hold the shot with his hand and could not hold it steady. In order to disperse the recoil, the gunsmith started to add a small iron hook to the barrel.

   In this way, the user can hook the musket to objects such as walls, carriages, shields, etc.

   Hence the name hook gun.

   At least in the early days of the Sovereign War, both sides were still using hook guns.

   But the war gave birth to more advanced designs, and the more advanced designs proliferated rapidly in the war.

  With the popularization of butt, long barrel and serpentine firing rod, the musket has gradually evolved from the "wooden stick and iron tube" of the early musket to the present shape.

   By the end of the Sovereign War, both sides had been fully equipped with more advanced arquebuses and cannons to kill each other.

   No one used or made hook guns anymore, in other words, this weapon has been withdrawn from the stage of history for at least 30 years.

   That's why the lieutenant colonel asked this question.

   The swords, shields, and super-long guns that Winters' three-man centurion was equipped with were all of the same specifications as the legion, but the muskets issued were all obsolete models.

   There is nothing to complain about, the militias mostly operate on the inside, dealing with a few roadblocks at most.

  There are two guns that can fire, enough to scare people. In actual combat, it is better to send two crossbows.

   shook his head slightly, the lieutenant colonel put the hook gun back in the wooden box, pointed to the powder keg and said, "Open it and see."

   Lieutenant Colonel specially wanted to check the powder keg stacked on the bottom layer. Malcolm, who was in charge of the arsenal, found a crowbar made of hardwood and carefully opened the powder keg.

   Lieutenant Colonel Jesska poured out the whole barrel of gunpowder in one go.

   "Not bad." The lieutenant colonel patted the shoulder of the ten commander of the tube library rarely: "The gunpowder is well kept."

   Malcolm scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "It was the Montagne centurion who made me turn the powder keg upside down once a day."

  Jesska glanced at Winters in surprise and nodded slightly.

   Winters is also a little embarrassed. In fact, he learned this trick from the Veneta Navy.

"Don't look at it, let's just leave it at that." The lieutenant colonel clapped the gunpowder powder on his hand and said casually: "Take someone to the corps arsenal and replace the super long spears with ordinary spears or halberds. Replace the hook guns with arquebuses. gun."

   Winters was a little stunned: "Uh... can I just change it?"

   "Just go and change."

   "Why change?" Andre couldn't help but question: "It's all ordinary spears or halberds, how to arrange the formation?"

   "A soldier of this kind is not fit to use a super long spear." Jesska's tone was very flat, as if to say that the weather is fine today.

  Andre suddenly burst into anger, not only Andre, but even the militiamen in charge of the library were annoyed.

   "Dissatisfied?" The lieutenant colonel looked at Andre, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at the militia next to him: "Dissatisfied?"

  Andre snorted coldly and looked to the side. The surrounding militiamen bowed their heads one after another.

   After a brief contact, Winters somewhat understood the character of Lieutenant Colonel Jesska:

   What did this officer say? Maybe he didn't mean anything, but there is no harsher voice in this world than the truth.

   "You guys, grab your super long guns and come out with me." The lieutenant colonel ordered a few militiamen in charge of the warehouse. He picked up a super long gun and took the lead out of the arsenal.

   A few militiamen stood in the same place stupidly, not how good it was.

   Andre frowned and urged: "Don't be afraid, go, do whatever you want."

   Ten Commander Malcolm gritted his teeth and walked out with an ultrlong spear, and the other militiamen picked up their spears and followed.

   Eight militiamen lined up outside the arsenal, guns pointed at the sky.

   "Take the gun!" The lieutenant colonel ordered.

  The militiamen, following the instructions of the centurion, flattened their spears in a dignified manner, and brought their barrels to the height of their necks.

The    five-meter spear pointed straight ahead, and it looked a little majestic.

   "It's okay." Lieutenant Colonel Jesska said, "It's not completely untrained."

   After saying that, the lieutenant colonel also raised his spear in the same manner.

   The next second, the one-eyed veteran with a spear rammed straight into the militia formation.

   The tip of the spear went over the tip of the spear and approached each other's chests, seeing blood, but the lieutenant colonel didn't dodge.

  Malcolm was taken aback and hurriedly stepped back.

Lieutenant Colonel    refused to let go, and the spear stabbed Malcolm's throat fiercely from top to bottom.

   In panic, the ten commander threw his spear and avoided the fatal blow. However, there was a gap in the queue, and the lieutenant colonel rushed into the gun forest.

Lieutenant Colonel    also threw away his spear and drew his saber. He grabbed the gun of another militiaman with his left hand, and slashed at him with a knife with his right.

   The sudden attack made the wolf town militia overwhelmed, and he didn't come back to his senses until the blade was stopped an inch above his head, and he took a few steps back and fell to the ground.

   "In ancient times, throwing away a spear was not punished, but throwing a shield was a capital offense." The lieutenant colonel put the saber back into the scabbard and asked casually, "Do you know why?"

  The space was quiet for a while.

No one answered, Lieutenant Colonel Jesska asked himself: "Because the role of the spear is to kill the enemy, and the role of the shield is to protect the comrades beside him. Losing the spear is nothing more than killing a few people, but losing the shield will make the whole team Fronts were swept away.”

   Winters probably understood what the lieutenant colonel wanted to say, and he saw that Bud and Andre were also thoughtful.

"The UltrLance Front has no shields, so the spears in each of you are the shields of your comrades-in-arms." Jesska retrieved the ultrlong spear and said coldly to several militiamen in front of him: "A coward's retreat may lead to the entire phalanx. The collapse. Only veterans with double pay are worthy of standing in the front row with a long gun, you are not worthy now. Still not satisfied?"

   None of the militiamen answered, and Malcolm bowed his head in shame.

The lieutenant colonel smacked his lips, turned around and threw the spear to Winters, and said flatly: "Once you lose the formation, the super-long spear is not as good as the dagger. Replace them with weapons that can fight alone, and you don't expect them to line up anyway. fight."

   "Yes, sir." Winters saluted.

   "By the way, there is one more thing." The lieutenant colonel turned to leave, and then turned back and asked casually: "Why are there so many Dusa people in the roster?"

   On the weekends, I write very slowly.

   It seems that only on weekday nights, sitting in a chair, watching the dial get closer and closer to twelve o'clock, I have inspiration.

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