New World 1620

It wasn't until night that the day's training came to an end. The 30 European soldiers were chased back to the dormitory like ducks, and then lined up naked to enter the bathing shed.

Before serving in the army, some people did not change their underwear for several months, some people only touched water once in several months, and some people even used their toenails as bayonets... No matter what habits they used to have, the boot camp gave these European soldiers a new life. A chance to start anew.

The steaming hot water was delivered by the hot water boiler, and a group of exhausted and weak soldiers were so refreshed by the hot water, they shouted in the bathing shed one by one.

"Private Scott! I know you were extremely brave in previous battles, but do you know what you just said? You don't trust your comrades and try to abandon your comrades. If you are on the battlefield, Do you know what consequences your behavior will lead to? Well, 30 laps, immediately!"

In the changing room, a cheerful Irish soldier deliberately imitated the tone of the lieutenant instructor, pointing at the silent English youth in a coy way.There was a burst of laughter in the room, and the soldiers who were punished for running around all glared at each other.

"Uh...Scott, I'm sorry today..." Private Jonah embarrassedly handed over a towel, curled his lips and wanted to continue to say something, but when he saw the other party's fierce gaze, he closed his eyes consciously On the mouth.

"Scott and the lieutenant once fought bloody battles with the Pequots for two days!" An old West Point resident pushed the Irish soldiers who deliberately made trouble against the wall with a fierce look on his face, "You come from the Irish country stinky shit!"

"Indians? Fighting against a group of savages who don't even know how to wear clothes? Ha, the heroism of hiding in the lieutenant's arms and calling mother?" The Irish soldier pushed the provocateur away, still with a sneer on his face With a smile like that, the tone is more mean.

"If you say another word to slander the war that made West Point bloody, and insult the lieutenant in disguise, I will break your neck..."

Scott came up suddenly, his thick arms snapping around the Irishman's throat.The tremendous strength made the opponent struggle weakly until his whole body convulsed.He pinched until the Irishman rolled his eyes, and then let go in an instant.

The soldier who had been taught a lesson kept coughing, and his body slowly collapsed against the wall, his face pale and bloodless.

"Hey, silly boy, do you know how Scott crawled out of the dead? On the most critical last morning, the lieutenant saved Scott's life. If you can Under the circumstances, facing hundreds of Indians' siege, you can still persist until the last moment of the battle, then you can also be a private first class."

The soldier on the side spat out contemptuously, put on a towel and walked out of the locker room side by side with Scott.

The rest of the recruits in the room looked at each other.And the Scottish soldier Jonah followed closely behind Scott.

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In the camp restaurant lit by kerosene lamps, several rows of long wooden tables were neatly arranged, but now only one wooden table is filled with soldiers on both sides.

Today's dinner is whale meat stewed with potatoes, deer bone soup with peanuts, roasted salmon with spices, and a cold green vegetable mixed with sugar. In addition, there is a large basket of corn buns and snow-white bread.Apart from the fact that the chefs at the camp could not guarantee the taste, their high-fat, high-calorie, high-protein recipes fully satisfied the soldiers' heavy training for a day.

Except for the loud chewing noises of the sweating soldiers, few of them had time to chat.Such a sumptuous dinner was never imagined by any European soldier in his previous life.Even though this level of diet has lasted for a week, the soldiers who have only been in North America for a month due to various reasons are still like wolves and tigers.

"Scott, why do you want to be a soldier?" Scottish soldier Jonah asked cautiously while gulping down the broth.

"Then why did you come to the New World, and why did you become a soldier?" Scott slowly broke the pumpkin and corn buns without moving his neck.

"Even Edinburgh is suffering from famine." Jonah shrugged his shoulders, his face turned pale. "Glasgow is full of beggars and robbers, and King James of England has raised taxes..."

"Then you will feel very happy in the future. I guess in less than a month, you can look like a pig, and you are the kind of pig who can get a £1 allowance every month without paying for food." Scott finally smiled , "Compared to Europe, it is hell. I want to live here forever. West Point is a good place..."

"But the lieutenant and the others are from the East, and so is this country..." The Scottish boy turned his head and looked at the door of the restaurant nervously, then lowered his voice.

"Well, in their eyes, we used to be similar to native Indians. Pastor Brest also has a deep understanding." Scott took a big sip of soup from the soup pot, and smashed his mouth thoughtfully, "When From the day we became soldiers, we proved that we can also be a member of this country! The premise is that we also need to learn Chinese.”

"Well, you can eat such delicious food every day." Jonah rubbed the back of his head silly.

"There are also weapons that can kill more people than any European country." Scott wiped his mouth with a dining cloth, grabbed his military cap, and strode out of the restaurant.

The young Scottish soldier stared blankly at this "veteran" who might become his friend, and didn't react to the other's fierce words just now.

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It was another early morning, a sunny day, the snare drums in the boot camp were beating rhythmically, and the European soldiers in the barracks dormitory were almost crawling out of the room with their rifles or uniforms in their arms. Door.

The soldiers queuing up in a panic found that there were different changes in the playground today. In the distance of their sight, about 100 yards away, several neat rows of wooden signs were erected.

A few minutes later, the lieutenant in a straight military uniform walked over slowly with his hands behind his back.

"For more than a week, although I am very dissatisfied with your training results, I still need to let you get familiar with the 21B1 rifles in your hands as soon as possible." On the flintlocks they carried on their shoulders.

Thanks to the continuous improvement of the production process by Lin Youde and others, the 21B21 flintlock rifle, which has further improved performance compared to the export-type 1B rifle, will become the standard weapon of the Land Guard for a period of time in the future, and it is more expensive. The current Type 21A produced less than 200 pieces, which are currently only equipped by officers and soldiers of the Marine and Land Garrison who have traveled through various identities.

"It's not that I deliberately belittle the European continent on the other side of the ocean. That kind of army with spears and ridiculous armor can only be called a group of bandits, no matter whether their commander is a noble king or a brave nobleman. If you continue Live there and become soldiers under their command, and your misfortune begins."

He Yu looked at the faces of the soldiers in front of him with a smile, and saw the expected embarrassment from their expressions.

"Perhaps some of you will say, ah, I once greeted the brave musketeers, how imposing they are! Then I can tell you that the kind of fire stick that costs only £1 and has an effective range of no more than 50 yards is facing you With the 21B1 in your hands, you'll be no different than dung forks, and you'll knock 'em all down like gentlemen."

Except for the soldiers from West Point, the other 20 or so recruits all had expressions of disbelief.

"Okay, sergeant, send them bullets. Then show them the process of reloading." After He Yu finished speaking, he walked aside, and then a Chinese non-commissioned officer walked up to the recruits with a smile and started Preparations for live ammunition training.

Ten minutes later, it wasn't until the sergeant stepped aside with a hint of helplessness that it indicated that the recruits had finished the final reloading action.

"Don't worry, they are very docile, just like your beloved girls. As long as you operate according to the password, you don't have to be afraid of bullets shooting from behind. Now, the sergeant will first use the Chinese password and then the English password to guide you to shoot, You must memorize it from now on!"

After speaking, He Yu walked behind a row of recruits.

"All ready! Gun down the shoulder!"

"aim!"

After a miscellaneous sound, 30 flintlock guns pointed at the wooden raft 100 yards away with a slight tremor.

"Fire!"

After a short but noticeable pause, a faint row of flames and smoke burst from the muzzles of the soldiers.This is the visual effect of the first application of nitrocellulose propellant.

Less than 0.1 second later, the wooden sign a hundred yards away broke into several pieces, and four wooden signs were crushed.About 30% hit rate, this result made the sergeant in charge of giving orders turn black.

"Good! Not bad. Although the shooting results were shitty, at least no one dropped their guns and ran away." He Yu clapped his hands and walked up to the soldiers again, smiling and looking at the tense, fearful or confused faces. .

The lieutenant's understatement did not dispel the shock of some soldiers.This is a full 100 yards. It takes luck for the European matchlock to hit a person 50 yards away!

"Do you know why I stood behind you just now? Who can answer me?" He Yu suddenly smiled and put his hands behind his back, his smile was a little weird.

"Report, sir! If someone dares to leave the line during the battle, the hit rate will be greatly reduced and the formation will collapse. The officers behind can kill the deserters at any time!"

Scott was the first to answer loudly, and his voice made the recruits who were still complacent about their shooting results turn pale.

"Yes, this is also the factor of strict discipline and trust in comrades that I have always emphasized. Alright, let's continue training!"

For half a day, rows of crisp gunshots echoed across the sky of Staten Island, making the Indian hired workers in the nearby coal mines tremble with fear.