Steel, Guns, and the Industrial Party in Another World

Chapter 233: barracks life

In view of the urgent request sent by Earl Parker, Paul returned to Huxin Town on the same day. He immediately summoned senior military officials such as Schroeder and Bryce to discuss sending reinforcements to Bidowburg.

Chief of Staff Schroeder strongly supported the dispatch of reinforcements. He pointed on a map of the Northwest Gulf and told everyone the significance of sending troops.

"Earl Parker's letter is correct. Biddleburg is located between Pottery and Adela. It is only a day and a night's journey from here to the coast. If the Kent family uses this as a springboard to occupy such a A small area, then the three counties including Arda, Bairdin, and Larnaca will be completely isolated from the hinterland of the kingdom—at least in terms of land. This is unacceptable to us at present. "

Paul stared intently at the map, on which Pittburgh was stuck like a nail at the junction of Portree and Adela. Schroeder is right. It is too dangerous to leave this place in the hands of the Kent family. Now Arda has just launched four merchant ships, and sea transportation cannot completely replace land transportation. Arda's trading activities will be a major blow.

He said his plan: "I plan to send the 1st Infantry Battalion, the 3rd Infantry Battalion, and the Artillery Company to support, and the transport company will be responsible for the logistics supply of the above-mentioned troops. The 2nd Infantry Battalion will stay in Arda to deal with unexpected situations. Everyone Any comments?"

Bryce asked, "Is it too little to leave just one battalion of infantry?"

Schroeder's words dispelled his doubts: "The navy can send a battalion-sized sailor ashore to assist in defense, the artillery on the warship can also be removed and deployed on land, and we can also mobilize militias from various places."

"How many militiamen are there that are worthy of a war?"

Schroeder replied: "The staff conducted a survey of the militias in various places before Advent. We can use the militias to build a temporary team of 2,000 people. The organization will not be lower than the regular soldiers when we dealt with pirates last year."

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It was just dawn, and the resounding reveille resounded throughout the barracks. Private Joss opened his eyes in the thunderous roar of squad leader Makarov.

"Get up quickly, you lazy pigs!"

The sergeant lifted their quilts one by one and grabbed the chief soldiers from their beds.

"A military camp is no better than being in your own home! There are strict regulations on work and rest time. You must always remember that you are already a glorious soldier of Arda!"

Last year, the third infantry battalion was formally established. In order to form combat effectiveness as soon as possible, the staff transferred a group of officers and veterans from the original two battalions as the backbone to supplement the third battalion. The vacant strength of the first battalion and the second battalion Then recruit and supplement from the militias from all over the country that already have a certain training base.

Sergeant Makarov, who was originally stationed in Kass Village to train the militia, was transferred back to the First Battalion of Infantry, and ten young men from Kass Village, including Joss, returned with him.

The recruited militiamen were scattered and placed in various companies. What made Joss extremely depressed was that the squad leader of his squad was Sergeant Makarov, whom he feared so much.

He still vividly remembers the way Sergeant Makarov glared at him when the class assembled for the first time.

"why is it you again!"

"Okay! I'll keep an eye on you!"

The sergeant's bell-like eyes revealed the above information from left to right.

Joss secretly prayed in his heart that he could spend his military career safely.

After tidying up his clothes in a hurry, Joss followed his team to the playground to assemble.

Half an hour of morning jogging and half an hour of standing in a military posture are required before breakfast.

Each unit took the company as a unit and ran around the barracks at a neat pace accompanied by the whistle of their respective officers.

Each company has its own morale-boosting slogans. When running, all kinds of weird slogans in the camp come and go, one after another, louder than the other, trying to overwhelm other companies in terms of momentum.

For a person like Joss who has a background in militia training—especially for a devil instructor like Sergeant Makarov, it is not a big problem to run for half an hour. Just slightly out of breath.

However, there are still some recruits with poor physical foundations running flushed and out of breath. Fortunately, these recruits have been training in the barracks for a period of time, and no one is left behind.

Joss remembered that during the first morning run, some people passed out after running. There were also people who panted heavily and didn’t want to continue running or wanted to sneak back to the barracks, and then they were beaten by the officers with leather whips all over the place, and they were fined not to have breakfast, and they continued to stand after standing in the military posture.

"What will we have for breakfast this morning?"

After the morning run, Joss stood motionless, slowly recovering his breathing, while thinking about the content of breakfast.

It takes half an hour for Junzi to stand, and he can use this time to rest and let his thoughts wander.

The soldiers stood neatly in a large square formation on the playground. Each company had its own fixed exclusive area. Viewed from the high platform, the scene on the playground was spectacular. Straight lines, vertically, are still straight lines.

Daily posture training fills the officers overseeing morning drills with a sense of pride, a deep conviction that no other army of this era can do better than this one—at least in formation.

It took less than half an hour for all the companies to stop the morning run and enter the playground one by one, regroup, and form a phalanx ~www.mtlnovel.com~ This is almost impossible for other armies.

The lord paid close attention to formation training in the early stages of establishing this standing army, and they still don't quite understand it—of course, no one would think that this kind of training is not important. A strict formation is the necessary foundation for a high-quality army. It's all truth. They just think that the earl is a bit too much, and it would be better to allocate more time to personal force training.

But when faced with a tide of pirates coming, and a thunderous Berding knight team attacking from behind, strict formation training played a huge role, although many soldiers will inevitably behave They may appear flustered or nervous, but the strict discipline prevents them from moving around without receiving orders from their superiors, and the obedience cultivated for a long time makes their bodies act subconsciously after receiving orders.

It is not enough to rely on strict discipline and hard training. Soldiers also need to provide sufficient material support.

After standing motionless for half an hour, the dizzy Joss followed his company to the cafeteria to queue up for meals.

"Rye bread, goulash, poached eggs, beet porridge... Enjoy, rookie. Next!"

The soldiers in the cooking class quickly put today's breakfast on the dinner plate. Joss moved his nose. The aroma of the food whetted his appetite, and the exhaustion from the morning training disappeared instantly.

In addition to paying wages on time, the rich supply of three meals is also an important reason for attracting many young people to join the army. Such high-intensity training, soldiers' nutrition cannot keep up.

Although the meals of Arda's army cannot be compared with those of wealthy families, they are definitely above the standard of ordinary civilian families in the Northwest Gulf. For soldiers from rural areas like Joss, it is a luxury meal that has never been enjoyed.