My Empire

A sharp shovel was inserted into the soft soil, and the excellent quality military boots on Casa's feet stepped on the shovel forcefully, and a shovel of mud rose up.

Since trading with the Prairie Empire, the prices of leather products in Ailan Hill have continued to fall: but daily necessities made of leather, as well as military products, are increasing.

Whether it’s military boots, bullet bags, or armed belts, the leather products on every Ailan Hill grenadier’s body are getting more and more decent. Even the newly formed infantry regiment has been equipped with the latest armed belt.

Casa was selected from all the soldiers, the most elite soldier, with a heavy bag and full grenades on his back, and the long military spurs around his waist swayed from side to side with his movements.

"Ka!" The second shovel went down, and a small hole had been dug out of the originally level ground. Casa is still repeating his actions, because he is ordered to dig a foxhole here.

This is a new defense mode. Every soldier has to learn how to construct this simple fortification: digging a hole can be done by everyone, but why digging a hole can reduce casualties, then only Lord Lord knows.

Oh, no, I'm going to call Grand Duke Chris now. Casa corrected himself in his heart, and still did not stop working. Because the engineer's shovel was so easy to use, he quickly built a good foxhole.

The surrounding soil was built up and turned into a circular low chest wall. With the help of the shallow pit below, Casa can easily hide his body. He retracted into the foxhole and adjusted his rifle.

Like many soldiers in the twentieth century, he put the rifle on the soil and pressed out a small crenel, which was convenient and safe. His eyes can see through this small crenellation to see what is happening ahead.

Only a little bit of the top of the m42 helmet was exposed, and Casa could see everything right in front of him, which allowed him to fire safely and attack distant enemies.

"Very good!" Chris walked with his hands behind his back, passing in front of Casa, and looked at the veteran from Serris's territory with satisfaction. This man fought him in the Battle of the Eastern Forest, and also fought him in the city of Transition. He was a very good soldier.

Casa's technical movements are very standard, which makes Chris, who comes to practice them personally every day, very happy. After forming 14 infantry regiments, Chris selected the seedlings from these infantry regiments and formed the 15th regiment, which is the teaching regiment in front of him.

This regiment was personally trained by him to instill knowledge of modern warfare, and even went to night school every night to learn knowledge of cultural lessons.

It can be said 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 the kind of war mode that uses Mauser 98k rifle to shoot three shots and stand up to destroy the cavalry. It is too shameful. 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 ordered the officer beside him in charge of recording.

"What's your name?" The officer who seemed to have some impression of him, holding the notebook, asked Casa in the foxhole.

"Report!" Kasa got used to standing up from the foxhole, leaning on his rifle and pressing his right hand with a fist on his chest, and replied loudly: "Sir! My name is Casa! 1st battalion of the teaching group One platoon, one class and one class demonstration soldier! The answer is over!"

Hearing this loud answer, Chris became more satisfied. No wonder this soldier's technical movements are so standard. It turns out that he is a top soldier of the 1st Battalion and 1 Company, which is not surprising at all.

The ones that can be placed in the 1st company are the most carefully selected seedlings. These soldiers may not know it, but Chris is training them according to the commander.

Every night, Chris will have a meal with these soldiers, teach them to use all the knowledge they have learned, and infiltrate some management and scheduling into their subconscious.

If the 100,000 Wehrmacht were the bones of Germany's rise, then the teaching group was destined to be the bones of Elan Hill. Each of these soldiers can go out and act on their own, directly serving as the platoon commander or even the company commander of the ordinary infantry regiment.

"Do you know why you need to dig this foxhole?" Chris suddenly asked curiously. He felt that occasionally testing his students is not a bad thing.

"In order to carry forward the firepower and protect yourself!" Casa said immediately, holding his chin open.

"How to develop firepower?" Chris continued to ask.

Casa still immediately replied: "When we are equipped with more weapons, relying on the multi-layered deep defense line built by trenches and foxholes, we can effectively annihilate the enemy on the front."

When answering this passage, Casa even felt that his notes were right in front of his eyes: He would review that notebook every night, which recorded many things Chris said in class.

Chris is simply too satisfied with Casa's answer. As long as such a person understands what he is talking about, then his class with candles every night will be meaningful.

"Very good! Casa!" Chris stretched out his hand and patted Casa on the shoulder: "Promote his teaching squad leader, promote Casa to the squad leader! We need such soldiers!"

His words stunned the officer on record, then nodded and obeyed: "Yes! Your Majesty! We still have at least 7 soldiers who have reached the promotion standard."

"Go! Go and look at the second one!" Chris pressed his new weapon on his waist, stepping towards the defensive position on the other side.

It was a beautiful "Peace Defender" Colt revolver. This weapon is very simple in design and extremely reliable: the only reason Chris was equipped with this pistol so late is actually the old problem of insufficient bullet production capacity.

Until recently, after opening the seventeenth bullet production plant, Chris finally began to produce 9mm caliber pistol ammunition, and began to produce pistols for individual use.

The production process of this pistol is very simple. Compared with the Mauser 98k rifle, which is more demanding in process, this pistol born in the nineteenth century can be called "very easy to produce".

However, Chris did not directly take the original Colt revolver with a caliber of point 45, because he did not want future submachine guns to choose this large-caliber pistol.

Because of seeing the complete science and technology tree, Chris prefers 9mm caliber pistol ammunition, because this can distinguish future submachine guns from assault rifles, and there is no need to worry about waste.

After all, the useful submachine guns in the future are all 9mm calibers, and the functions of large-caliber submachine guns will be fully replaced by assault rifles that use semi-powerful ammunition.

The improved Colt revolver is more compact and fires 9mm caliber bullets. Although it has been weakened in power, it is more convenient to carry.

Because of this, this pistol has become a favorite of the top of Allan Hill: from Chris to Dessell, from Wagron to Wilkes, almost everyone is equipped with such a pistol. Pistol.

Subsequent assembly work also began, and all officers were equipped with such weapons. However, because of tradition, these officers still have to wear their own long swords, which looks a bit nondescript.

More advanced military uniforms have also been designed. Chris has lengthened the hem of the tunic suit and changed it to a windbreaker-like type, so that the armed belt looks more harmonious.

In the cuffs, neckline, shoulders and arms, there is a clear difference between the officer and the soldier. The purpose of this is to allow officers to wear helmets on the battlefield, and after wearing helmets, they can still be quickly distinguished from soldiers.

Chris believes that there is no such thing as a sniper, so there is no need to worry about the risk of the officer being killed. Therefore, all the officers used bright yellow silk thread to show the pattern of distinguishing military ranks on the cuffs. This tradition Chris used the modern European army, and the purpose was very simple: good-looking and eye-catching.

His own military uniform is quite different, because his uniform is bright yellow with golden obscure stripes. This is also the only yellow uniform of Ailan Hill.

Under Chris's plan, the future air force will be a red uniform, the future navy will be a white uniform, and the army will be a gray uniform. As for camouflage, it is not among the regular uniforms.

Winter has come, although there is no snow, but the temperature is already very low. The soldiers have given out sweaters made of wool, which can easily cope with the weather in front of them.

As for the colder time, the soldiers will have to distribute cotton clothes: now Chris finally knows why it is so expensive to raise a soldier. Desaier said that every grenadier in Allan Hill was piled up with money, which is really true.

Except for the expensive Mauser 98k rifle and its supporting ammunition, every Ailan Hill grenadier equipped with about 5 gold coins.

Most of the gold coins Desaiel brought, as well as the gold coins earned from the grasslands, had been turned into materials and sent to these soldiers.

As for their enemy, each soldier only needs a cheap set of armor, and a low-value spear, about 1 gold coin per person is enough.

Therefore, the grenadiers of Ailan Hill cannot be defeated by the soldiers of the Mortal Empire. Because even if you don't count the gains brought by technological progress, the cost of an Ailanhill grenadier is five times that of their enemy! —

There will be another update in a while, Long Ling has something to do today, and it is late to write, everyone forgive me.