Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 101 Establishment of the Firearms Squad
If there is one thing Roel wants to do from the first day of crossing to now, it is probably...

Set up his own exclusive army, use firearms and are good at guerrilla warfare. His first choice is the shepherd who used to deal with orcs in Carcassonne, or the thieves of Bretonnia.

But now, he has to choose from among the adventurers. Of course, they are not bad, but in Roel's eyes, the musketeers he needs will have a strong versatility.

The reason for long-range and weak close-combat is probably that the longbow occupies too many positions for soldiers, and the things that people can carry are limited, especially bows and arrows also need to carry ammunition, and the emergence of firearms has changed the war in Roel's world. The reason is not actually its power. .

It is more because of the bayonet, the appearance of the bayonet enables the "archers" in line to resist the soldiers on horseback as effectively as the infantry regiment.

The time for shooting training is short, quick to learn, and does not require long practice. Talented people can hit in a few days, and there are enough important bullets.

Roel found the lord at dinner, he provided muskets, and the lord provided buckshot and gunpowder, as well as matching bayonets.

The blacksmiths in the village will work tirelessly to build it, and hot lead will be embedded in the enemy's body. It will represent the anger of Tarr and the hatred of everyone in Bretonnia.

At night, the bonfire in the camp is crackling, and the whispers of adventurers are also noisy, the sound of wine glasses, pots and bowls colliding, or whistles, or playing cards, or gambling.

Wine, brandy, watered, or plain, they are a ray of the monsoons that sweep the lands of Bretonnia.

The idlers have always been so undisciplined, turning the cold winter into a tavern, the fire is shaking in the wind, flickering, until the arrival of Roel makes people silent.

He was holding a large box, and Alimara was carrying a rather large bag. If you got a little closer, you could smell the black powder clearly.

"Boys, come forward with long poles."

Some of the adventurers swallowed the food in their hands, and some drank the brandy. They did not hesitate, and the shepherd who was good at crutches moved forward.

"My lord, I was born in Carcassonne, so I can use it a little bit."

When No.1 appears, the next one is not far away, he is a hunter.

"My lord, I was born in Brionne, and I can pierce beasts with a spear."

It was three, four, five people, one by one, the brave men of Bretonnia knelt on one knee, waiting for Roel's transfer, even if the request was so sudden this time, there were still 20 players who moved forward.

Although they don't believe in goddesses and are not accepted by nobles, the Bretonnian adventurers will never disappoint those who are capable and those who show kindness.

Roel opened the box at this moment, and from the wooden box, a handful of bright and bright Rick collar guns shone in the moonlight. The thunderous guns that fired hot lead made the adventurers fascinated.

"Each person has 10 rounds, and there are only 13 guns. 10 fires lead to hit the tree. The first five rounds are not counted. The last five rounds are more accurate to the person who hits the center of the tree. Take it."

"You will become projectiles and penetrate the enemy's throat. You will wear bayonets and pierce the filthy flesh and blood. In addition to the reward given by the lord, I will pay you an extra 6 statutes a week's wages. I am also responsible for the problem of firearms!"

Six decrees, equivalent to a shepherd's normal salary, in addition to that, they can also get the lord's reward...

Danger?Adventurers have no fear of it, they already feel like family to Morr.

None of the 20 people retreated, just picked up the gunpowder, and at this moment, Ali Mara will seriously introduce everyone how to use the firearm.

Row after row of people lined up, they touched the firearm, the baron was on the height of the castle, looking down, he held wine in a glass, bright red like blood.

A handsome lady, with fair skin, jet-black long hair, and a bright red dress, leaned in the arms of the baron.

"My lord, is this your lucky general?"

The baron shook his glass. "If his story is not false, Peasant Knight, what a contradiction."

The baron turned around and pressed his wife, but the lady half-pushed, very shy.

A moment later, there was a thunderous thunder, bang bang bang!bang bang bang!

Roel looked at the bullet holes in the trees, and judged in his heart that the adventurer could join his army, and what the baron in the castle had just started was almost scared to death.

The shyness on the lady's cheeks also turned into astonishment, and the thunder just started, and it continued continuously. Roel didn't know that the baron had already made a note of himself for working hard.

The last 13 adventurers took up their muskets, Roel said. "Your exclusive uniforms and bayonets will be released in a few days, and you will have a certain command authority in the future. Of course, if the follow-up training does not perform well, I will change people anytime and anywhere."

The hands of the adventurer who had just finished shooting were still shaking. It was no better than Roel's first shot. If he was an ordinary farmer, he might have been scared out of his wits.

Although embarrassed, the adventurers did not dare to laugh at the sound of 13 long guns firing continuously and the big tree flying sawdust, because they thought they would be similar.

The 13 elites stood, trembling, and squeezed out another sentence.

"Yes, my lord!"

(End of this chapter)