Forty-Three Pistols
A sharp shovel was inserted into the soft soil, and the excellent quality military boots on Casar's feet stepped on the shovel, and a shovel of soil rose up.
Since the trade with the Prairie Empire, the price of leather products in Ireland Hill has continued to decline: but daily necessities and military products made of leather are increasing.
Whether it's military boots, bullet bags, or armed belts, leather products are getting more and more decent on every Alan Hill Grenadier. Even the newly formed infantry regiment has been equipped with the latest armed belts.
Kasa was selected from all the soldiers, the most elite soldier. He carried a heavy bag and a full forehead grenade. The long army thorn on his waist swayed left and right with his movements.
"Crack!" The second shovel went down, and a small hole had been dug out of the originally flat land. Kasa was still repeating his actions, because he was ordered to dig a foxhole here.
This is a new defense mode, and every soldier must learn how to build this simple fortification: everyone can dig a pit, but why digging a pit can reduce casualties, only the lord knows.
Oh, no, it's time to call His Majesty Archduke Chris. Casa corrected himself in his heart, but still did not stop his work. Because the sapper shovel was so useful, he quickly built a nice foxhole.
The surrounding soil was piled 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 mounted 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.
With the M42 helmet only showing a little of the top, Kassa can see everything directly in front of him, which allows him to fire safely and attack enemies in the distance.
"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.
Casa's technical moves are standard, which makes Chris, who comes to practice them personally every day, happy. After the establishment of 14 infantry regiments, Chris selected the seedlings in these infantry regiments and formed the 15th regiment, which is the teaching regiment in front of him.
The regiment was personally trained by him to instill the combat knowledge of modern warfare, and 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 Mauser 98K rifles fire three shots and stand and fire to eliminate cavalry - it's too embarrassing, and he doesn't want people to mention such a victory.
"This action is very standard! The speed is also very fast! Write it down! At night, put him in the front row!" Chris looked at Casa in the foxhole and instructed the officer in charge of the record beside him.
"What's your name?" The officer who seemed to have an impression of him held the record book and asked Casa in the foxhole.
"Report!" Kasa, who was accustomed to it, stood up from the foxhole, raised his chin with his rifle and pressed his right hand to his chest, and answered loudly, "Sir! My name is Kasa! 1st Battalion 1 of the Teaching Regiment. Company 1st platoon, 1st class, 1st class demonstration soldier! Answered!"
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 that can be placed in the 1st company are all good seedlings selected with the most care.
These soldiers may not know it themselves, but Chris is training them according to the regiment commander.
Every night, Chris would dine with the soldiers, teach them to apply all the knowledge they had learned, and infiltrate some management and scheduling into their subconscious.
If the 100,000 Wehrmacht was the bones of Germany's rise back then, then the teaching regiment was destined to be the bones of Ailan Hill. 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 and protect yourself!" Kassaang replied immediately with his chin.
"How to develop firepower?" Chris continued to ask.
Kasa still answered immediately: "When we are equipped with more weapons, relying on the multi-layered in-depth defense line constructed by trenches and foxholes, we can effectively annihilate the frontal enemy."
When answering this passage, Casa felt like his notebook was right in front of his eyes: the notebook he reviewed every night, which contained many of Chris's lectures in class.
Chris was so satisfied with Casa'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 stretched out his hand and patted Casa on the shoulder: "Promote his teaching class to monitor and promote Casa to monitor! We need such soldiers!"
His words made the officer who recorded it stunned for a moment, then nodded obediently: "Yes! Your Majesty! We still have at least 7 soldiers who have reached the promotion standard."
"Go! Go and see the second one!" Chris pressed the new weapon on his waist and walked to the defensive position on the other side.
It was a sleek "Peace Keeper" Colt revolver. The design of this weapon is very simple, and it is extremely reliable: the only reason why Chris is so late to equip this pistol is actually the old problem of insufficient ammunition capacity.
It was only recently, after opening the seventeenth bullet production plant, that Chris finally began producing 9mm pistol cartridges and began producing 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 9mm caliber pistol bullets, 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 a 9mm caliber bullet. Although the power is weakened, it is more convenient to carry.
Because of this, once this pistol came out, it became the favorite of the executives of Ireland Hill: from Chris to Des, from Vagron to Wilkes, almost everyone is equipped with one. pistol.
Subsequent commissioning 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.
More advanced military uniforms have 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.
There are obvious differences between officers and soldiers in the cuffs, neckline and shoulders and arms. 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 the other party does not have such a thing as a sniper, so there is no need to worry about the risk of the officer being killed by a sniper. Therefore, all the officers use bright yellow silk threads to show the pattern to distinguish the military ranks on the cuffs. This tradition Chris uses the modern European army, and the purpose is also very simple: good-looking and eye-catching.
His own uniforms are quite different, because his uniforms are bright yellow with dark patterns of gold, which is also the only yellow uniform in Ireland Hill.
Under Chris's plan, the future Air Force is a red uniform, the future Navy is a white uniform, and the Army is a gray uniform - as for camouflage, that is not among the regular uniforms.
Winter has come, and although there is no snow, 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 was colder, the soldiers had to distribute cotton clothes: now Chris finally knew why it was so expensive to keep a soldier. Des was right when he said that every grenadier in Ireland Hill was built with money.
In addition to the expensive Mauser 98K rifle and its matching ammunition, each item equipped with the Alan Hill Grenadier costs about 5 gold coins.
Most of the gold coins Des brought and the gold coins earned from the grasslands have been turned into supplies and sent to these soldiers.
As for their enemies, each soldier only needs a set of cheap armor and a long gun that is not very valuable - about 1 gold coin per person is enough.
Therefore, the grenadiers of Alan Hill cannot be defeated by the soldiers of the Mortal Empire. Because even without counting the gains brought by technological progress, the cost of an Alan Hill Grenadier is five times that of their enemy!
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There will be an update in a while. Long Ling has something to do today, so I wrote it late, everyone forgive me.