I Made Scientific Magic

  Chapter 241 Musketeers and the approaching war (subscription required)

Before you know it, summer is here, the scorching sun hangs high in the sky, and the scorching heat is baking the 3,000 soldiers standing on the training ground. Inside the collar, the whole body was wet and uncomfortable, but no one dared to move.

  Old York had stood on the training ground for a full two hours, and his whole body was full of soreness, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted until noon, when the rest whistle sounded, and he was relieved.

But he didn't have time to rest at all, but hurriedly ran, lined up in a long line, ready to receive today's lunch - two pieces of white bread, a small pot of vegetable soup, plus a palm-sized grilled fish, or wait Amount of camel meat.

   For Old York, this was a happy luxury. Although the monthly salary for joining the Musketeers was a full twenty silver coins, they were reluctant to eat such a luxury on weekdays.

   Only here can they have three meals a day, and meat is available every day. They usually eat two meals or even one meal.

   "Old York, you said that the city lord suddenly summoned so many people for training, is there going to be a war?" During the break, a tall and strong man patted him on the shoulder and couldn't help asking.

   This is a statement that has been going viral in the entire port of Iyeta recently. Almost everyone with a bit of intelligence can see that a war is approaching.

   After all, Iyeta only had some security teams in charge of management in the past, and now it has suddenly recruited 3,000 people to form a firearms team, which means it is already obvious.

   "Probably so." Old York bit the white bread in his mouth and muttered, feeling a little uneasy.

  They didn't experience the so-called war in the wizard's land, but every Sunday, the boatmen who arrived in Iyeta from the outside world would always squander copper coins in the tavern and complain to them about their distress in the outside world.

In the Sekas Empire, whether it is cultivating land and farming or becoming a laborer, the small rewards you get must be handed over to the local church to repent of the mistakes you have made this year, and then you have to pay taxes to the so-called nobleman In the end, only two or three out of ten really belong to oneself.

   This made the residents of Haigang Town more convinced that the outside world is a wild hell. If they lose this war, their family members will be brutally killed by the enemy, their land will be robbed, and their property will be looted.

  Old York, who has just seen some hope in life, naturally does not want everything he has worked so hard to be robbed, so the training on weekdays is also extraordinarily serious.

   But what confuses him is that these training items are so strange.

What they have to do every day is to run around the city a few times, shout slogans, or stay in the sun for a few hours in a standing position, or hold a mallet with a long knife on the top and stab it at the dummy Last more than an hour.

The strangest thing is that they are required to make their sleeping beds neatly, and whenever they hear the whistle, they must get up immediately and rush to the training ground to assemble within the specified time. The whole team will be punished.

  These strange regulations made Old York and others complain endlessly. In their view, these trainings have no effect at all, and they are simply tossing themselves on purpose.

  I heard that after a while, those wizards and elders plan to catch a few earth giants and let them deal with them in a team of eight to hone their courage and ability.

   "Isn't this embarrassing?" Old York took a bite of the white bread and complained inwardly.

  He used to be a hunter, but he knows how difficult it is to deal with these monsters. Even if a team of eight people is fully armed and armed with crossbows, at least half of them will be killed or injured to win. The greater possibility is that the entire army will be wiped out.

  After about an hour of rest, the harsh whistle sounded again, and Old York immediately got up from the ground, finding his place in the queue in less than half a minute.

  Generally speaking, the afternoon is the time to practice stabbing, but this time is different. Their city lord, Lin En, the actual controller of Iyeta, also arrived on the training ground.

  For a while, Old York and the others felt that their backs were no longer sore, and their legs were no longer hurting, and they stood upright one by one.

  Their instructor, Rowan, did not give them things that looked like mallets, but a weird long stick with exquisite craftsmanship and a gleaming bayonet hanging from the top.

  Is this a spear?

  Old York was at a loss, and the wooden target in front of him was also added with a layer of armor, probably to simulate those heavily armed enemies.

  Soon the Lord City Master told them that this thing is called a musket, which is a creation of the alchemy workshop, an improved second-generation product, and personally instructed them how to use this new type of flintlock.

   All the musketeer guards were trembling with excitement, but they still mastered how to use this thing in more than half an hour.

   "The first three hundred people come out, place the ammunition, aim at the target in front, pay attention to maintaining the balance of the body, and pull the trigger!" Rowan shouted loudly.

  Old York immediately took two steps forward, stuffed the round buckshot into the barrel of the gun with a little unfamiliarity, then aimed at the target about ten meters away, and pulled the trigger according to Rowan's instructions.

   Immediately afterwards, a thunder-like sound rang in his ears. Unprepared, Old York only felt his ears buzzing, and fell to the ground under the strong recoil.

   "It's thundering... It's thundering!"

Accompanied by a series of thunderous gunshots, on the training ground, the 300 people who stood neatly in the front row suddenly became disorganized, and about a quarter of them were knocked down by the recoil because they were unprepared. Even more, quite a few people were stimulated by the sudden explosion, and were dizzy from the shock, shouting 'thunder exploded' from their mouths.

  Ron's face was very ugly, and he blew his whistle immediately. The originally chaotic team immediately quieted down like a conditioned reflex, and Old York and others jumped up subconsciously, and stood back to their original positions.

  At this time, Old York noticed that the target in front of them had been smashed into pieces, and even the solid armor was directly pierced. The powerful power made everyone speechless.

Many people just remembered now that Lynn told them just now that this thing is a creation of the alchemy workshop, which means that it probably contains the magic of wizards and adults, such as gathering the power of thunder and flames in Only in this musket can it have such a powerful power!

  (end of this chapter)