1855 United States Tycoon

"Pop!" The leather whip dipped in water slammed on a soldier's back, and the sound made all the soldiers standing next to him feel chills in their backs.

"Sir, the guy fainted." An execution guard reported to Robson.

"Are you finished?" Robson asked blankly.

"There is still a whip," the execution guard replied.

"Bah!" Robson spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth on the ground, then stretched out his feet in big leather boots and stepped on it, and smashed it hard. "I passed out after only three whips? What a scumbag. Wake her up with water, wait until he wakes up, and then add that whip!" Robson deliberately said "he" as "her", and he said it very loudly.

The execution guard saluted him, then turned back in a standard way, and then trot to the execution platform, lifted a bucket of water, and poured his head and face in the face of the soldier who was tied to the execution platform and passed out in a coma. Past.

Private Leonid slowly woke up. At first, the bright sun made him almost unable to open his eyes. He squinted his eyes and tried to raise his hand to block the sun, but found that his hand was firmly bound by something, and at the same time, he felt a pain in his back like acupuncture fire. It also began to spread into his brain, reminding him-he was being whipped.

Damn, that devil! He always seems to find a reason to whip himself! A week ago, he played the assembly horn in the middle of the night, and then beat all the guys who had arrived at the assembly place for more than two minutes with a whip, of course he was included! The devil said shamelessly: "After Genghis Khan blew the assembly horn, the general who failed to reach the big tent would be beheaded within the time of his five fingers. I am a kind person. Treat you like the barbarian Genghis Khan, so let's hit three lashes each!"

"Why did I get beaten this time? It seems to be..."

"Pop!" Before Pvt. Leonid could remember why he was beaten again this time, the whip fell heavily on his back, and the tremendous pain made him utter a wailing, and then, Fortunately, he fainted again.

Many people are misled by TV, thinking that being whipped is no big deal. Because the TV always "puffs him three hundred whips" at every turn. And after smoking, that person can still be alive and kicking. They probably think that whipping is the same as playing a board, and there are really examples in history where it's not a big deal to get one or two hundred boards. But in fact, the whip is different from the board. The board can play tricks. As long as you buy the executioner, the board can be lifted high, and dropped gently, and it can be slapped, but the butt is nothing serious. But flogging is different. A soft whip can't play the trick of lifting it up and down gently, and the pain of flogging is not what those fools who shoot TV can imagine. According to the records of some countries that still have whipping in the law, criminals sentenced to three lashes generally need to be divided into two executions. Because most of the time, an adult man will pass out in a coma after being severely hit with two whips. If you were to draw three hundred whips in one breath as you did on the TV, then you would definitely not be beating people, but whip the corpse. In later generations, Saudi Arabia, in many cases, directly replaced the death penalty with caning. He was sentenced to a hundred lashes, and he was sentenced to one sentence. Up to now, he has not survived and died. (Saudi perverts sometimes give a sentence of one thousand flogging. As a result, after the execution is over, the deceased can be dragged directly to make stuffed buns.)

"Give him a gentle bath with salt water, and then give him medicine." Robson frowned and said. So a few soldiers put Leonid down from the execution platform, and after some tossing, Leonid woke up again. Several soldiers held him down and pressed a sponge dipped in salt water to the scar on his back. Under the stimulation of the salt water, Leonid kept screaming. But salt water is actually not deliberately to sprinkle salt on the wound to make him more painful, but to disinfect and avoid infection. Well, there was no penicillin at that time, not even sulfa.

Listening to the screams, Robson showed the kind of smile that the Italian soldiers called the devilish smile again. He paced around in front of the straight rows of Italian soldiers, tapping his own palm lightly with the whip in his hand. When he walked in front of every soldier, that soldier would quickly straighten his body.

"A rifle is the second life of a soldier. Every soldier should care for the rifle like his own eyes. Daily cleaning and maintenance must be done. Otherwise, this is your role model!" Robson roared fiercely. "Now, let me recite the "McDonald Type 1857 Rifle Maintenance Manual" aloud to me together!"

"The first item of the "McDonald Type 1857 Rifle Maintenance Manual": The Macdonald Type 1857 rifle is a..." Wow, wow, the endorsement sounded, and Robson smiled with satisfaction at the recitation. Sure enough, the whip is the most convincing against some guys.

Robson leaned on the whip and gradually controlled the loose Italian soldiers, but his training plan was strongly opposed by the Italians.

"Why train the soldiers to fire their guns on their faces? This is too detrimental to the military! If the generals see the troops like this, they will definitely get mad!" This time, the opponent became Major Neville.

"When shooting in prone position, the shooter can rely on the help of the ground to stabilize the gun, so that the shooting accuracy is higher. Moreover, when shooting in prone position, our people have the smallest projection in the enemy’s field of vision, and the enemy’s fire is killed. The probability is also the lowest. And the 1857 rifle in our hand is a rear-mounted rifle, which can be easily loaded even when lying on the ground. With the 1857 rifle, the era of queues has passed!" Robson explained to Major Neville .

"Our rifles have a range far beyond the enemy's. When we can effectively shoot, the enemy's shooting is not a threat at all. Why use the ugly and morale-damaging practice of prone position? And If it rains just now on the battlefield, the ground is muddy. If you get down and get up like this, you will be in mud all over. This is just to boost the morale of the enemy. As mentioned in "On War", for an army. That said, the amount of mental energy is extremely important. So any practice that humiliates the honor and reputation of the army..." Major Neville was obviously not persuaded, but crackled and found a lot of reasons to oppose it.

At this time, Carol just on the side spoke up.

Carol knew that Major Neville himself did not necessarily value "military prestige" as much as he did. The reason why he opposed it was probably because of the preferences of those above. Neville is an ambitious person, otherwise he would not support Robson as unconditionally when training the troops. He wants to climb up. If he can't get the recognition and love from above, how can his ambition be realized?

"Major, don't worry." Carol said, "I can assure you that you won't see prone shooting from above. When they see, they will definitely not object, because the record will be Convince all opponents. In fact, you don’t have much doubt about the tactical effects that this new tactic can achieve, do you? And Major, with all due respect, war is imminent, and at this time, anything that helps save yourself Shouldn’t all the methods of killing and wounding the enemy be adopted? As long as the victory is won on the battlefield, who else will criticize the victor?"

Major Neville was silent for a while, and then said: "The prone shooting training will take up the time of queue training and standing shooting. The Kingdom hopes that in the review a month later, our unit will be able to show beyond other units. Demeanor. So, I hope that, for at least this month, the focus of training should be on standing shooting and queue changes."

Hearing what Major Neville said, Carol turned to Robson again:

"Captain, the major's concerns are normal. I think it shouldn't be a big problem to adjust the order of training."

"Of course there is no big problem. But... Damn it!" Robson has obviously accepted the request for not doing too many training programs with actual combat (harmonious) scenes for the time being in order to spend time on formal things. . However, judging from his tone of voice, he was still a little unconvinced.

"Things that can't be helped, such things as forms are everywhere in the world. The attitude of the senior leaders of the kingdom is also very important to the company." Carol continued to persuade.

"I don't have much experience in infantry formation training. So, um, you should take care of this matter directly. As for shooting or something, I promise to satisfy the upper echelons of your country." Robson thought for a while and said.

"In the queue training, I still need your help from the Captain. Well, let’s say nothing else. As long as you stand by the side, the training efficiency can be much higher." Major Neville laughed, "Well, first Okay. I'm going to see the hapless guy who got the whip."

When Neville was far away, Robson kicked the dirt on the ground and said: "This guy will pretend to be a good guy. Every time I will punish those idiots, and then he will buy it again!"

"Haha, isn't it normal?" Carol said, "Captain, don't get into the role too much. They are not the security guards of Heishui. Of course, the major should do the good things."

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