Restart Spain Chapter 134

Not long after, the soldiers of the first group, led by Freeman, came to the American military camp not far away.

There is a battalion of the US Army here. Although there are not many, it is indeed the most regular army in the United States, and it is the strongest soldier in the United States.

The time was in the afternoon, and the soldiers of the Confederate States were conducting military training in the afternoon. The soldiers were lining up for simple target training.

"It's all there, gather!"

Filliman clapped his hands and commanded loudly.

The number of an infantry battalion in the U.S. Army is about 700, which does not sound like much, but it still fills the entire training ground.

But unlike the Spanish Army's ban, the performance of the Confederate soldiers looked unsatisfactory, or even completely unqualified.

After chatting for a while, the Confederate Army began to act one after another, and a simple formation actually lasted for nearly 5 minutes.

Looking at the performance of the Confederate army in front of him, no matter how good-tempered Philliman was, he couldn't help it at this time.

With the Spanish army in front of Zhuyu, the performance of the US Army at this time made him angry.

Usually only his own people are there, but today there are obviously dozens of foreign soldiers in different uniforms behind him, and these people actually gave him such a show.

In fact, this is also a helpless thing. For Americans, the spirit of freedom that the government has been promoting has kept most Americans in a state of laxity.

Although it is understandable, but this kind of spirit brought to the serious army is obviously not so good-looking.

"Everyone, this is General Juan from Spain, and behind him is the Spanish regular army from Spain."

Filliman said slowly, looking around for a week.

"I believe you have guessed it. There will be a large number of Spanish officers in charge of training you later, and they are only the first ones to arrive."

As soon as Filliman's words were spoken, they started chatting, obviously having a great sense of freshness for this news.

The following Confederate soldiers have mixed reactions, some are surprised, some are disdainful, some don't care...

But in general, disdain soldiers are still in the majority.

In this period of the United States, the passionate and fearless western cowboy is the object of everyone's pursuit. For this group of young people, it is extremely disgusting to say that they are inferior to others.

The Spaniards on the stage, looking at the US Army below, were dumbfounded.

The messy uniforms, the free standing posture, and the chatter after the commander spoke were all unbelievable things in the Spanish army, but now it really happened in front of them.

After 1872, the dress uniforms adopted by the U.S. Army tried to achieve the elegance of the European army at that time in appearance. In a neat state, it was actually not much different from the Prussian uniforms.

But the current U.S. Army, it is true that the Spaniards cannot be associated with the Prussians, with loose uniforms and crooked helmets...

Although there are unbearable rumors of the U.S. Army, the rumors have never been directly witnessed.

The performance of the Allied Army can be said to have completely refreshed the cognition of the Spaniards.

"quiet!

Filliman's face was flushed with anger, and he reprimanded loudly.

"If anyone has a different opinion, they can raise it now!"

Looking at the many soldiers with displeased faces below, Filliman pointed to the Spanish soldiers behind, and then said:

"If you have any objections or opinions to them, they accept all your challenges."

Juan nodded and acquiesced. He had extremely strong confidence in the soldiers he had under his command. He really did not pay attention to the U.S. Army with such a look in front of him.

"Gentlemen, Spanish soldiers can accept any challenge from you, if you can agree with us because of this!"

He said it softly, and then looked at the Confederate soldiers in front of him, without caring about the feelings of these guys in front of him.

The American soldiers in the audience suddenly quieted down and looked at each other. Although they shouted loudly, no one really wanted to do this.

The crowd was whispering, but the American soldier who stood up was never seen. Suddenly.

"I'm here. I'm the best soldier in our infantry battalion. If you can beat me in shooting, I'll serve you!"

A thin white soldier walked out of the crowd. He was not tall, but his eyes were narrowed and radiant.

"James is out.

"He's the best shot in our battalion.

"Come on James!

There were bursts of cheers from the U.S. military camp, cheering for the brave man who stood up. After all, no one wants to see more than 700 troops unable to find a hero.

"No problem, you can choose one of the soldiers behind me to compete!"

Juan nodded, then pointed behind him and said casually.

There is no selection from the soldiers. For him, the Spanish regular army soldiers will definitely not be weaker than this group of Americans who are still in the period of queuing for shooting.

"Don't you have to choose?"

James asked, wondering about Juan's behavior.

"No, any of them are veterans with superb archery."

Juan shook his head. The Spanish Army soldiers behind him were not affected by the scene in front of them at all. They all stood there solemnly, and no one looked at James.

They have absolute confidence in their own strength.

As for James in front of him, after hearing Juan's words, a feeling of being humiliated came to his heart, but he looked at the Spanish soldier who had a sense of oppression in front of him.

I didn't know how to choose for a while.

"Just you!"

James, who simply pointed at random, pointed at a soldier in the middle.

"Sergio out! Go and compare your marksmanship with him." Juan ordered.

"Yes!"

The Spanish soldier named Sergio finally relaxed his serious face and looked at James in front of him.

Silently took off the rifle behind him, obviously not taking James seriously.

"Put down your rifle and match them with theirs!"

Juan said that the Spanish rifle is the most advanced smokeless powder rifle in the world today, and its accuracy and power far exceed those of the breech guns in the hands of the Americans.

If you use it to compare style, it is indeed not even martial.

"Yes!"

Sergio, who stood up again, put down the Vieri rifle in his hand, and turned to the American rifle that General Filliman handed over.

There is no cowardice in his heart. If he can't win against an army like this, it will be a shame for him.

Chapter end