1855 United States Tycoon

Early in the morning, the camp was full of chaos, because today the first infantry battalion in the Sardinian army equipped with McDonald's 1857 rifle is about to give a presentation in front of some big figures in the kingdom. It is said that the commander of the army will personally come to watch the performance of this unit. Of course, the result of the performance will also directly affect whether McDonald's rifles can get more orders.

Before dawn, Major Neville got up early. In fact, due to excitement, he didn't fall asleep at all last night. At four o'clock, Major Neville, who could not sleep, got up from the bed and began to look around the barracks to see if there were any sanitary corners that were missed during the cleaning yesterday, or what had not been arranged yet. place. Although before going to bed yesterday, he had checked the inside and outside of the camp and did not know how many times, even if it was a fly, don't want to escape his eyes.

"Password!" Suddenly a voice yelled, followed by a clicking sound. Neville knew it was the mobile whistle who was asking, and with that click, it was definitely the soldier who pulled the bolt. He immediately stopped and replied loudly: "The glory of Sardinia"

The sentry put away his gun and walked out of the darkness.

"Major? Why did you get up so early." The sentry said in surprise.

"DiManio." Neville recognized the sentry. "Yes, very vigilant."

"It's not okay," DiManio replied, "Major, you know, that damn United States guys sometimes come to check out the sentry in the middle of the night. If you let them touch your back in the middle of the night, you haven't noticed yet. , In the morning, a whip can never run away!" At this point, he seemed to remember the situation of being whiped at a certain time, and took a light breath.

"Thank you!" Neville stretched out his hand and patted Dimanio on the shoulder, "Through today, I will give everyone a holiday."

According to the plan, at 8 o'clock in the morning, the reporting performance was about to begin. However, perhaps the Italians’ punctuality had reappeared. Neville looked at the road outside the barracks and looked straight at the road. Still can't even see the personal shadow.

Since seven o'clock, all the soldiers have been in full costumes, lined up in neat rows, waiting in front of the barracks. The road in front of the barracks was also cleaned, and flowers were placed on both sides of the gate. In order to make these flowers look more delicate, Neville also let people sprinkle some water on the flowers to pretend to be dew. Now, this "dew" has been done several times, and the soldiers standing at the gate of the barracks are beginning to get a little tired, and the big men who have agreed to review them still can't see the shadow.

"Didn't they forget about it?" Many soldiers murmured in their hearts. But no one dared to speak-talking nonsense when standing in the queue is going to be flogged. Not only can they not speak, they must even continue to stand upright, lest the United States guy who is standing by the side without an expression makes trouble.

Carol looked at his watch. It was already half past nine. The dewy flowers that were picked in the morning were almost wilting, and there was still no movement on the road. "Ah, these lovely Italians!" He couldn't help shook his head in his heart.

In this way, the soldiers lined up at half past seven, and then waited until eight, nine, ten, and ten thirty. Finally, in anticipation, a team of cavalry appeared on the road.

The cavalry at the forefront held a flag high. It was a flag with a blue background. The cavalry gradually approached. Behind the cavalry there were several carriages. Behind the carriage, there was another group of cavalry dressed in costumes and holding flags.

"Come here, come finally." The whispering voice finally appeared, Neville turned his head angrily, but saw the few United States guys whispering quietly.

"It's so stylish!"

"Just so, Buchanan doesn't have such a big air."

"Buchanan deserves that fool?"

The cavalry escorted the convoy closer and closer. Neville looked at the flag in the hand of the cavalry in front, his eyes widening, and finally his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

"What's the matter, Major?" Robson asked quietly, feeling something wrong with Neville.

"That flag." Neville's voice was in a daze, as if he was talking in a dream, "That flag is the flag of the royal family!"

When the convoy came to the gate of the barracks, Neville hurriedly signaled to play music. In the sound of music, several knights wearing medieval-style full body armor got off their horses and walked toward the largest and most luxurious carriage.

Neville was surprised when a local passenger got off the carriage. The man who got out of the carriage was actually Cavour, the prime minister of the Kingdom of Sardinia. After getting out of the carriage, Cavour did not walk towards the barracks, but stood on one side, as if waiting for the other to get off.

"There is only one person who can put Cavour on the side. Even the crown prince has no such qualifications. He can only be..." Neville felt his mouth dry, and couldn't help it, shaking his whole body.

A man in military uniform with a tall and beard came off the carriage, and the knights in armor bowed their heads to salute him. Neville felt that the heart was about to jump out of his mouth. This is really, really His Majesty King Emmanuel II!

According to the original plan, only some generals of the army should be inspecting the troops this time. However, a few days ago, Carol and a Jew surnamed Rothschild visited Prime Minister Cavour and gave him an intricately made Macdonald 1857 precision shooting rifle as a gift. Prime Minister Cavour forwarded the gun to the ambitious King Emmanrule II. After the king personally tested the gun, he was taken aback by the gun's heaven-defying precision. So he was not a layman for the military, he immediately became interested in this rifle.

"Kafulqing, do you know where this rifle is made?"

"This is a United States rifle. In Europe, maybe we are the first people to see it." Cavour replied.

"How much is this gun?"

"Your Majesty, the rifle in your hand decorated with ivory gold and precious stones will cost 1,500 pounds. If you remove these luxurious decorations, it will cost you 1,500 dollars. But its simplified version only costs 60 dollars. I remember what the Army mentioned to you last time. Now we have a battalion of soldiers who are receiving and training this simplified version of the gun."

"It's still expensive for $60. But if the performance of the simplified version can be as good as that, it doesn't matter. Well, if the simplified version has half the performance of the rifle in my hand, it is worth the price. The rifle in my hand is definitely not worth 1,500 pounds." King Emanuel II said.

"Of course." Cavour replied. "The Jew who sold this gun to me said something very interesting. He said that any commodity is always'one shilling, one shilling; one pound. , Eight shillings; one hundred pounds, ten pounds. "This high-end product is like this, because people who buy it are not short of money. If it is cheaper, they are not willing to ask for it."

"Haha, this is the truth. Many rich people buy things to show their identity. You sell them cheaply, they really look down on it." King Emanluor II said, "Yes, those soldiers are well trained. How's it going?"

"Two days later, the Army will check the effectiveness of their training, and they will report it to your Majesty at that time."

"In two days? Well, I happen to be fine, just go with me to see the excitement. But don't notify them yet, let's go directly."

"Your will is the command."

"Salute to your Majesty!" Neville shouted. The soldiers clenched their guns and bowed their eyes to the king.

King Eman Ruhr II walked straight into the barracks and boarded the reviewing platform that had already been erected. Then, it was time for the soldiers to form a neat line to walk past the stage for inspection.

In order to show his face in this process, Major Neville designed a large number of tricks and urged the soldiers to practice for a whole month. According to the plan, when the soldiers walked across the reviewing platform in unison, they would continue to throw the rifles in their hands to catch them, changing various difficult tricks. Neville believes that such an artistic performance will surely satisfy the generals.

However, Major Neville did not expect that King Emanuel II would come to review the troops, and the soldiers did not expect it; Major Neville was excited by seeing the king, and the soldiers were equally excited. As a result, when the queue passed by the reviewing stand, at least three fools were too excited to catch the thrown guns. Let the gun fall to the ground, and then they bent over to pick up the gun again, disrupting the queue and causing more people...

"It's over, it's over! This is really a disaster!" Major Neville was shaking all over, almost fainting. His Majesty the King must remember himself now, but he does not want to be remembered by the king because of making a fool of himself. "It's over, it's all over!" He just hated not having a single stitch to let himself in.

"Who made this set of actions? What are the combat troops doing?" King Eman Ruhr II was very upset. Although he knew that the soldiers dropped their guns mostly because he was too excited to see him, but he was still not happy. "These forms can be avoided. After they walk over, they will immediately be allowed to perform formation changes and shooting drills." King Eman Ruhr II said to the Prime Minister standing next to him.

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