Chapter 43
My Empire Chapter 43
2020-11-03
Chapter 43 43 PistolA sharp shovel was inserted into the soft soil, and Kasa's boots were of excellent quality He stepped on the shovel hard, and a shovel of dirt rose up.
Since trading with the Prairie Empire, Alanhill's leather goods prices have continued to fall: but daily necessities and military items made of leather are increasing.
Whether it's military boots, ammo bags, or armed belts, anyway, every Alanhill Grenadier has leather products that are getting more and more decent. Even the newly formed infantry regiment has been equipped with the latest armed belts.
Kassa was selected from all the soldiers, the most elite soldier, with a heavy bag on his back and a full amount of grenades, the long army thorns on his waist, along with him. The movement swayed from side to side.
"ka!" The second shovel went down, and a small hole had been dug out of the originally leveled land. Kasa was still repeating his actions, because he was ordered to dig a foxhole here.
This is a new defense mode, every soldier must learn how to build this simple fortification: everyone can dig a hole, but why digging a hole can reduce casualties, only fief lord understood.
Oh, no, it's your Majesty, Archduke Chris. Kasa corrected herself in the heart, but still didn't stop her work. Because the sapper shovel was so useful, he quickly built a nice foxhole.
The mud all around was built up and turned into a circular low parapet. With the help of the shallow pit below, Casa could easily hide his body. He retracted into the foxhole and adjusted his rifle.
Like many soldiers of the twentieth century, he set his rifle on the dirt and pressed a small crenel for convenience and safety. His eyes could see through this small crenel and see what was going on ahead.
The top of the M42 helmet is only exposed, and Kasa can see everything up ahead, which allows him to fire safely and attack distant enemies.
"Very good!" Chris walked past Kasa with his hands behind his back, and looked at the veteran from Seris' territory with satisfaction. This man fought the battle of the Eastern Forest with him, and also fought with him in the Transit City. He was a very good soldier.
Cassa's technical moves are standard, which makes Chris, who everyday all come to practice them himself, happy. After the establishment of 14 infantry regiments, Chris transferred the seedlings in these infantry regiments and formed the 15th regiment, which is the teaching regiment in front of him.
This regiment was personally trained by him to instill the combat knowledge of modern warfare. He even went to night school every night to remediate the knowledge of cultural lessons.
It can be said responsibly that this teaching group is actually a military academy. Chris hopes that he can quickly train military talents, so that his tactical ideas can quickly spread to the grassroots.
After all, Chris doesn't want to see that kind of war mode where the Mauser 98K is fired in three bursts, and the cavalry is killed by standing fire - so embarrassing, he doesn't want to be mentioned at all. victory.
"This move is very standard! The speed is also very fast! Write it down! At night, put him in the front row!" instructed.
"What's your name?" The officer who seemed to have an impression of him held the notebook and asked Casadao in the foxhole.
"Report!" Kasa, who was used to it, stood up from the foxhole, raised his chin with his rifle, pressed his right hand to his chest, and replied loudly: "Sir! My name is Ka. Sa! The 1st Battalion, 1st Company, 1st Battalion, 1st Battalion, 1st Class, 1st Class, 1st Class Demonstration Soldier! The answer is over!"
Hearing this resounding answer, Chris was even more satisfied. It's no wonder that this soldier's technical movements are so standard. It turns out that he is the top soldier of the 1st Battalion and 1st Company, which is not surprising at all.
Those who can be placed in the 1st company are all the best seedlings selected with the most care. These soldiers may not know it, but Chris is training them according to the regiment commander.
Every night, Chris would dine with the soldiers, teach them to apply what they had learned, and infiltrate some management and scheduling into their subconscious.
If the 100,000 Wehrmacht was the bones of Germany's rise, then the teaching regiment was destined to be the bones of Alanhill. Each of these soldiers can go out on their own, directly serving as the platoon leader or even the company commander of an ordinary infantry regiment.
"Do you know why this foxhole was dug?" Chris suddenly asked curiously. He felt that it was not a bad thing to test his students occasionally.
"In order to develop firepower, protect yourself!" Kassaang immediately replied with his chin.
“How do you use the firepower?” Chris continued.
Casar still replied immediately: "When we are equipped with more weapons, relying on trenches and foxholes to build a multi-layered in-depth defense line, we can effectively annihilate the frontal enemy."
Casa even felt like his notebook was right in front of his eyes when he answered this: the notebook he reviewed every night, which contained many of Chris's lectures in class.
Chris was so satisfied with Kasa's answer. As long as such a person understood what he was talking about, his classes with candles every night would be meaningful.
"Very good! Casa!" Chris extended the hand and patted Casa's shoulder: "Promote his teaching squad leader, and promote Casa to squad leader! We need soldiers like this!"
His words stunned the officer of record, then nodded obeyed: "Yes! Your Majesty! We still have at least 7 soldiers who have reached the promotion criteria."
" Go! Go and see the second one!" Chris pressed the new weapon on his waist and walked to the Defensive Array on the other side.
It was a sleek Peacekeeper Colt revolver. The weapon is simple in design and extremely reliable: the only reason Chris was armed with this pistol so late was the age-old issue of insufficient ammunition.
It was only recently, after opening the seventeenth bullet production plant, that Chris finally began producing 9mm pistols and pistols for individual soldiers.
The production process of this pistol is very simple. Compared with the Mauser 98K rifle, which is more demanding in craftsmanship, this pistol born in the 19th century can be called "very easy to produce".
However, Chris did not directly take out the original Colt revolver with a caliber of .45, because he did not want future submachine guns to choose this large-caliber pistol.
Because of seeing the complete technology tree, Chris prefers the 9mm caliber pistol cartridge, because this can distinguish future submachine guns from assault rifles, without worrying about wasteful situations.
After all, those easy-to-use submachine guns in the future are all 9mm caliber, and the functions of large-caliber submachine guns will be completely replaced by assault rifles that use semi-power ammunition.
The improved Colt revolver is smaller and also fires 9mm cartridges. Although the power is weakened, it is more convenient to carry.
Because of this, this pistol became a favorite of Alanhill executives once it came out: from Chris to Dez, from Vagron to Wilkes, almost everyone was equipped with one. Such a pistol.
Subsequent deployment work also began, and all officers were equipped with such weapons. However, because of the traditional relationship, these officers still have to wear their own long swords, which looks a bit nondescript.
A higher level military uniform has also been designed. Chris lengthened the hem of the tunic and changed it to a type similar to a windbreaker, so that the armed belt looks more harmonious.
In the cuffs, neckline and shoulders and arms, officers are clearly different from soldiers. The purpose of this is to allow officers to wear helmets on the battlefield, and after wearing the helmets, they can still be quickly distinguished from soldiers.
Chris believes that there is no sniper, this thing, so there is no need to worry about the risk of the officer being killed by a sniper. Therefore, all officers use bright yellow silk threads on the cuffs to show the pattern that distinguishes the military ranks. This tradition Chris uses the modern European army, and the purpose is also very simple: good-looking and eye-catching.
His own uniform is different, because his uniform is bright yellow with golden dark pattern, which is also Alanhill's only one set of yellow uniform.
Under Chris's plan, the future air force will be red uniforms, the future navy will be white uniforms, and the army will be gray uniforms - as for camouflage, it's not among the uniforms.
Winter has come, although there is no snow, but the temperature is already very low. Soldiers have issued sweaters made of wool, which can easily cope with the weather in front of them.
As for when it's colder, soldiers are also issued with cotton coats: now Chris finally understands why it's so expensive to keep a soldier. Dez was right when he said that every grenadier at Alanhill was built with money.
In addition to the expensive Mauser 98K rifle and its matching ammunition, each Alanhill Grenadier is equipped with about 5 gold coins.
Most of the gold coins brought by Dez and the gold coins earned from the grasslands have been turned into supplies and sent to the soldiers.
And their enemies, each soldier only needs a set of cheap armor and a long spear that is not very valuable - about 1 gold coin per person is enough.
So, the grenadiers of Alanhill, were impossible defeated by soldiers of the mortal empire. Because even without counting the gains from technological progress, an Alanhill Grenadier costs five times as much as their enemies! ►
There will be an update in a while. Long Ling has something to do today, so I wrote it late, everyone forgive me.
(end of this chapter)