My Italy

Camp Ciampino is bustling with shouts and shouts these days. The officers and soldiers of the Third Guards Regiment, who were reorganized from the former Red Shirt Army, are undergoing rigorous training here.

Many of the contents made the officers and soldiers of the Fourth Regiment of the Army's 9th Division originally stationed here feel chills.

For example, they marched for 20 kilometers with 20 kilograms of guns, ammunition, water bottles and other equipment on their backs. Every time they came down, they were as tired as a dog.

The group of people in the military camp carried 35 kilograms of equipment and traveled 35 kilometers. Of course, these people didn't feel refreshed after running away, they were just as tired as dogs.

And every day these people wake up in the morning until they turn off the lights at night. They have everything arranged so that they don’t have even a moment to themselves. It’s as if they are being trained into robots.

But these people have great perseverance, and no one quits because they can't stand it.

"Start running practice now, target forty laps, everyone turn right. Get ready, start!"

Under the order of the training officer, the officers and soldiers of the Third Guards Regiment wearing khaki military uniforms immediately began to run forward under the order. The uniform movements and the masculinity of the officers and soldiers brought a strong sense of solemnity.

In a place where the training officers and soldiers could not see, Carlo, as the king, was watching the training of the officers and soldiers of the 3rd Guards Regiment, accompanied by Lieutenant Colonel Terver Pulev, the commander of the 3rd Guards Regiment.

Lieutenant Colonel Pulev was Carlo's hand-picked commander. He graduated from Turin Artillery Engineering School and served successively as artillery platoon commander, artillery company commander, deputy battalion commander, and battalion commander. He also participated in the second and third wars of independence and performed well in all of them.

After the unification of Italy, in view of Lieutenant Colonel Pulev's performance, he was transferred to the Guards as infantry battalion commander and deputy regimental commander.

Later, when the Third Guards Regiment was formed, he was favored by Carlo to become the first commander of the newly formed Third Regiment.

The reason why Carlo took a fancy to him is simple. Lieutenant Colonel Pulev is a pure soldier with all the virtues of a soldier. Moreover, he never makes political speeches or contacts any political groups. He just ponders military theories when he has nothing to do. Behaviors such as practicing military plans were deeply recognized by Carlo.

As a soldier, you should be pure.

"How well trained are these officers and soldiers?"

Carlo looked at the officers and soldiers who were sweating from training, and asked Pulev.

"Your Majesty, the training is not bad. In more than a month of training, the compliance rate was 87.1%."

Although he didn’t know what Pulev’s compliance rate was, Carlo didn’t intend to continue asking. Instead, he asked other questions of concern.

"How many people are left in this group now?"

Although Carlo's question was a bit unclear, how could Lieutenant Colonel Pulev not know what Carlo meant.

"Your Majesty, there are currently 1,309 people remaining in the military camp for training."

Lieutenant Colonel Pulev's words made Carlo look a little unhappy.

"I remember there were 1,513 people at the beginning, right?"

Although Carlo used a question, the affirmation in his words was unmistakable.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Faced with Carlo's inquiry, how could Lieutenant Colonel Pulev, the leader of the third regiment, not know the reason?

I saw him opening his mouth to explain. "Your Majesty, there were indeed 1,513 people who arrived in Rome at the beginning, but during the subsequent endurance training, only 1,417 people met the standards of the Guards. In addition, during more than a month of training, many people withdrew due to injuries, violated military regulations, and quit on their own accord, etc. Reason, there are 108 people.”

Pulev's words made Carlo calm down. Of course, he didn't dare to believe Pulev's explanation alone. He had to wait for the report from his arranger to find out.

When Pulev saw that His Majesty in front of him didn't say anything, he felt relieved.

This is not to say that Pulev was hiding something, but that an accident occurred at that time, which greatly reduced the number of people.

Everyone knows that training for new recruits is hard, but this training was particularly hard because of the intervention of the Army.

Since it's too hard, there will be resentment, and most people's way of dealing with resentment in the military camp is to self-regulate. If they can't regulate it, they will naturally want to give up, especially if they are allowed to withdraw.

But this is just what most people think, and some people are resentful and unwilling to quit like this, but instead want to come back with revenge.

There happened to be several such resentful soldiers in the Third Regiment. On a dark and stormy night, several soldiers entered the room of Cesar, the chief training instructor. Everyone knew what happened next. Several soldiers with bruises and swollen faces were tied to a high platform for public display.

If Cesar can be dealt with so easily, how can he deserve the title of hell instructor?

As for these unlucky guys, they were also kicked out of the military camp after being shown in public. This naturally broke Carlo's agreement with the military.

No one had anything to say about this. If you attack a superior in the army, getting kicked out is considered a light thing. Especially in the nineteenth century, volleyball killings were only a little over two decades old. Don't emphasize discipline and the dignity of officers during this period. Offending an officer is not a small crime at all.

But for Pulev, there was no need to inform the king about this matter. After all, it would make everyone look bad.

Moreover, he not only knew the reason for the birth of his third regiment, but also knew the game between His Majesty and the military. Of course, a lot of information was not accessible to him at his level. It was General Grove who informed him.

General Grovey is responsible for commanding the entire Guards. Although the Guards has only three regiments with nearly 10,000 troops so far, General Grovey's status in the army is even higher than that of ordinary military commanders. After all, As a close minister of the king, it is inevitable to occupy a sufficient position.

After listening to Lieutenant Colonel Pulev's report, Carlo continued to observe the training of officers and soldiers. However, the training of officers and soldiers was indeed a bit boring, and Carlo, who was very interested, couldn't help but yawn after watching it for a long time.

The sharp-eyed Lieutenant Colonel Pulev immediately suggested after seeing the king's impatience. "Your Majesty, how about we go see the shooting training."

"Okay then, let's lead the way."

So under the leadership of Pulev, a group of people came to the shooting range and watched the shooting training.

"Pah, pah, pah."

"Thirty-five points."

The soldier reporting the target loudly announced the score, causing cheers to erupt from the scene.

This score is not low. It can score thirty-five points with four bullets at a distance of two hundred meters. It is definitely the qualification of a sharpshooter.

"Haldane, your shooting is surprisingly stable."

Ada Barry stepped forward and patted Cosentz on the shoulder, praising her friend.

But as the shooter himself, Haldane Cosentz was a little dissatisfied with this. "I was careless. The third bullet didn't take into account the wind and missed the target. Otherwise, it definitely shouldn't have landed on the eight-point ring."

Barry said in surprise after hearing his friend's complaint. "Forget it, Haldane, you are not satisfied with this, let others do what you want."

Facing his friend's words, little Cosentz lowered his head and wiped his gun. What he is holding is the Italian standard rifle Vitri M1870.

This gun has a smooth body, a rounded handguard, a plump butt, smooth and bright lines, and a hint of Florence's artistic flavor in its playfulness.

The bullet used with the Vitri rifle is 10.4 x47R, a slightly weaker but still satisfactory black powder bullet. (Much better looking than Hans’ 11mm Mauser and Fu Lao’s 577/.450)

However, the operation of this gun is a bit different. The Vitri rifle is equipped with a four-round clip. At first glance, it looks like the 11mm Merrisha leaky clip. The rifle magazines of the same period all had five-round magazines, but this one was short of the mark. This is still a little weird, there is a small rope on the clip. When the magazine is pressed into the gun, the shooter pulls the cord to pull the magazine out. That's not all. As a swing-bolt rifle, its locking tenon is on a separately rotating sleeve behind the bolt, and the bolt body does not rotate.

Well, this Italian standard rifle is not highly rated among the military.

However, because the propellant is in the wave of replacing black powder with smokeless powder, the Italian army can only use this gun at present.

Of course, the research and development of new guns has already been discussed in the army. I believe that Italy will have a new standard rifle within ten years.

But these are not important to little Cosenz, because his performance just now was seen.

"Cosenz, come here."

Cosentz, who was called by name, looked up and saw his training instructor calling him, and beside him stood Commander Pulev and other officers. The strange thing is that they are all surrounding a fifteen or sixteen year old boy.

But for Cosentz, he didn't pay much attention to it and ran over immediately.

"Sergeant Cosentz, reporting."

Arriving in front of this group of people, Cosentz immediately saluted and reported loudly. The biggest impression he had after living in the military camp for more than a month was that he needed to report wherever he went.

After the instructor returned the greeting, the boy asked. "Your name is Cosentz?"

"Yes, Your Excellency, my name is Haldane Cosenz from Palermo."

Cosentz's answer satisfied the young man. "Nice to meet you, Sergeant Cosentz. Your marksmanship is impressive."

Although he didn't understand why the young man said this, Cosentz wisely did not make any inappropriate remarks when he saw the officers surrounding him.

"Thank you for your praise. This is all the result of the instructor's training."

After Cosentz finished speaking, he could clearly feel the instructor's joy. Although his expression remained unchanged, he could still feel the praise in his eyes.

"Sergeant Cosentz, please go back."

"yes!"

How did Haldane Cosentz come and go?

Carlo withdrew his gaze and said something to Lieutenant Colonel Pulev beside him. "The training effect is very good."

"Your Majesty, you're welcome."

Carlo then continued to observe several other trainings of the third group, and they were all pretty good. It can be seen that hard work has been put into training and the soldiers are also working hard.

Satisfied, Carlo left as the officers of the Third Regiment saw him off.

On the carriage, Carlo thought of the young man he saw today and couldn't help but talk to himself. "Haldane Cosenz, also from Palermo."

There was a smile on his face.

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