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Chapter 241 The Musketeers and the Approaching War (Please subscribe)

Before you know it, summer has arrived, and the scorching sun is high in the sky. The scorching heat is baking the three thousand soldiers standing on the training ground. Big beads of sweat are constantly flowing down from their foreheads, seeping into their bodies.

Inside the collar, the whole body was wet and uncomfortable, but no one dared to move.

Old York had been standing on the training field for a full two hours, and his whole body was aching. However, he still gritted his teeth and persisted. It was not until noon that the whistle for the break sounded, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

However, he didn't have time to rest at all. Instead, he hurriedly ran and stood in a long line, preparing to receive today's lunch - two pieces of white bread, a small pot of vegetable soup, and a palm-sized grilled fish, or

Equal amounts of camel meat.

For Old York, this can be described as a happy luxury. Although joining the Musketeers brings a monthly salary of twenty silver coins, they are reluctant to eat such luxurious things on weekdays.

Only here are there three meals a day, and meat is provided for every meal. They usually eat two meals or even one meal.

"Old York, do you think the city lord suddenly summoned so many people for training, is there going to be a war?" During the break, a tall man patted his shoulder and couldn't help but ask.

This is a statement that has been going viral throughout the Iyetta seaport recently. Almost everyone with some intelligence can see that a war is approaching.

After all, Iyetta used to have only some security teams responsible for management, but now it suddenly recruited 3,000 people to form a musketeer team. The meaning is obvious.

"I guess so." Old York muttered while biting the white bread in his mouth, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

They have not experienced so-called wars in the land of wizards, but every Sunday, the boatmen who arrive at Ietta from the outside world always spend copper coins in the tavern and complain to them about their boredom in the outside world.

In the Sekas Empire, whether you work on the land or become a laborer, part of the small remuneration you receive must be handed over to the local church to repent for the mistakes you have committed during the year, and then you must pay taxes to the so-called noble.

, in the end only twenty-three out of ten truly belong to you.

This made the residents of Harbor Town even more convinced that the outside world was a barbaric hell. If they lost this war, their families would be brutally killed by the enemy, their land would be taken away, and their property would be looted.

Old York, who had just seen some hope in life, naturally did not want everything he had worked so hard to be taken away from him, so he was extremely serious about his daily training.

But what confused him was that these training items were so strange.

What they have to do every day is to run around the city a few times, shout slogans, or stay standing in the sun for several hours, or stab the dummy with a mallet with a long knife on the top.

More than an hour ago.

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 within the specified time to gather. The queue must not be disordered at all, otherwise

The whole team will be punished.

These strange regulations made Old York and others complain endlessly. In their opinion, these trainings had no effect at all, and they were just deliberately tormenting themselves.

I heard that in a while, the wizards plan to capture a few giant monsters and let them deal with them as a team of eight people to hone their courage and ability.

"Isn't this making things difficult for others?" Old York took a bite of white bread and complained secretly in his heart.

As a former hunter, he knew how difficult these monsters were to deal with. Even if a team of eight were fully armed and armed with crossbows, they would have to pay at least half of them with casualties in order to win. The greater possibility was that the entire army would be annihilated.

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

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

For a moment, Old York and the others suddenly felt that their waists were no longer sore, their legs were no longer hurting, and they were standing straighter than the other.

Their instructor, Rowan, did not issue them with something that looked like a mallet, but a strange long stick with an exquisite craftsmanship and a bright bayonet hanging on the top.

Is this a spear?

Old York was confused. The wooden target in front was also covered with a layer of armor, probably to simulate those heavily armed enemies.

Soon the Lord of the City told them that this thing was called a musket, that it was a creation of the alchemy workshop, an improved second-generation product, and he personally taught them how to use this new type of flintlock gun.

The hands of the Musketeers' guards were trembling with excitement, but they still managed to master the use of this thing within half an hour.

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

Old York immediately took two steps forward, stuffed the round lead bullet 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.

Then a thunderous sound rang in his ears. The unprepared Old York only felt his ears ringing, and fell to the ground under the strong recoil.

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

Along with a series of thunderous gunshots, the three hundred people standing neatly in the front row on the training ground suddenly became in disarray. About a quarter of them were knocked to the ground by the recoil because they were unprepared.

Several people were so excited by the sudden explosion that they became dizzy and kept shouting, "It's thundering."

Ron's face was very ugly, and he immediately blew his whistle. The originally chaotic team immediately became silent as if by reflex. Old York and others even subconsciously jumped up and stood back up.

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

Many people only now remembered that Lin En had just told them that this thing was a creation of the alchemy workshop, which means that it probably contains the magic of the wizards, such as gathering the power of thunder and fire.

Only with this musket can it possess such powerful power!

(End of chapter)