Realm of Power

Fatty has been worrying about the training of new recruits recently. In the Battle of Sambuga Hills, the situation of the Samor Army was not optimistic.

Before he could give the order to retreat, there was a huge rout in the camp at the front.

If he hadn't planted triangle iron thorns densely at the gate of the camp to stop the Golden Fleece Knights who were chasing after him.

The Knights of the Golden Fleece had already taken advantage of the opportunity of these broken troops to break up the formation. They used their sharp spears to tear apart Samor's defense and penetrate the weak Samor infantry position.

Later investigation revealed that most of the soldiers in the collapsed camp were recruits recruited from refugees during the winter.

This rout exposed the weaknesses of Samor's army,

Fatty felt that his army was like a sandwich, with one layer composed of veterans he brought out from the Falcon Territory, and the other layer composed of recruits who had no will to fight.

Fatty knows that there is a psychology called the cluster effect. The content of this effect is roughly: when most people are doing one thing at the same time, the remaining few people will also follow suit, such as running away, such as fleeing,

Countless armies in history have collapsed before they collided with the enemy.

If this fault problem is not solved, the Samor army will always be just a soft thing that is strong on the outside and weak on the inside.

Fatty told the three regiment commanders under his command about this problem and asked them to strengthen the discipline training of new recruits in their troops.

However, this issue did not attract the attention of Caesar Sauron and others.

In their eyes, these soldiers recruited from farmers are already very good. At least they dare to stand at the front of the queue instead of hiding behind the queue.

"They are already very good! Even the regular army of the kingdom will flee when faced with the charge of heavily armored knights. Do you still want them to use the fragile spears in their hands to fight against the oncoming cavalry?"

Lidakus, the newly appointed Captain of Samor Independent Knights, tilted his mouth in disapproval.

As an important part of the agreement between Samor and the Lida family, Lidakus served as the commander of one hundred knights sent by the Lida family to fulfill their employment obligations.

The fat man naturally gave him a pretty good military rank, Captain of the Independent Knights.

This military title is just like the Kuomintang’s title to the commander of a certain bandit. It sounds nice but is very useless.

To put it bluntly, he is just a polished commander, which of course makes Lidakus, who hopes to show off his talents, not very satisfied.

As the heir of the Lida family, Lidakus can well satisfy the sincere bond between Samor and the Lida family. His transcendent status makes him qualified to participate in this group leader-level meeting.

"Starting from tomorrow, all recruit training must shout commands!"

The fat man looked at Caesar, Zoro and others below, and suddenly thought of a crooked trick in his mind. Didn't he shout out commands when he saw the troops training before? I also shouted, first cultivate the awareness of soldiers to obey orders.

But when the training began, the captains in these armies insisted on not shouting commands, thinking it was a shameful clown behavior.

Under this trend of thought, many soldiers are very resistant to this method. They believe that they are humans, not animals, and cannot be shouted around like animals.

Fatty doesn't want to do it now. These captains actually know a few simple commands. The reason why they don't shout commands is to show off their style.

The fat man finally became cruel and summoned all the squadron leaders in the army for a meeting and confiscated all weapons.

Then the guards blocked the door, and the bright swords in their hands were chilling. No one could guess what medicine the commander of the army was selling in his gourd.

The fat man stood on the stage and looked at the frightened squadron commanders below. He turned around and shouted to the guard guarding the door.

"Today, everyone will practice shouting commands for me at the headquarters for three days. Whoever shouts the loudest will be rewarded with 100 gold coins. The one who shouts the least energetically will have his squadron be the first to touch the opponent's heavy cavalry next time!"

The fat man paused and said almost word for word.

"If you find anyone who doesn't gnaw, drag him out immediately and chop off his head! Confiscate all his land!"

The squadron leaders below shuddered, and no one dared to jump out to object again.

Watching the new recruits start to take steps amidst the commands of each captain, the fat man let out a sigh of relief. Now he felt that he really deserved a good rest.

In the next few days, Fatty locked himself in his room and declared that he needed to carefully consider the direction of the future construction of the army.

In the past few days, Fatty was really thinking hard about the construction of the army when he was not sleeping (of course, there was not a lot of time like this),

He recalled all the knowledge he had learned, and then he was surprised to find that although he may be the person with the most theoretical knowledge in the world,

But there are very few that can really be put into practical use. After much deliberation, I decided that the knowledge about chemicals and steelmaking in chemistry might be of some use.

The fat man knows that the molecular formula of * is **,

Unfortunately, he neither knew how to obtain toluene nor how to add nitro.

Moreover, Fatty’s teacher said that this thing is very unstable and needs to add other things to make it stable.

Nobel has been studying this all his life (Nobel studied **, not *, I don’t know if the fat man remembered it wrong, or his teacher made a mistake),

I am probably not as good as Nobel in zha medicine, and I don't have a lifetime to research it. It seems that I have to leave it to future people to invent.

Fortunately, I still remember another method of making gunpowder. Putting cotton into nitric acid to react can produce collodion. This seems to be very simple and should be no problem.

But the fat man sadly discovered that nitric acid didn't seem to be found in this world, but there were even more explosive things.

Crude oil, the gift of the black devil,

Fatty thinks it would be good to use this thing as an explosive bomb and still throw it out. The flames and broken iron fragments should have a good effect.

"Okay, that's it"

The fat man put down the brush in his hand, and placed the graphic on the sandpaper in a small oval cylinder.

Regarding how to develop industry in the future, Fatty did come up with a lot of good ideas.

Looking at the several plans he listed on coarse sandpaper, Fatty suddenly discovered that the inspiration for these industrial constructions came from the news media's exposure of fake and shoddy production.

For example, indigenous steelmaking, indigenous oil refining, small coal kilns, etc.

At this time, the fat man was really dumbfounded. Indeed, with his experience, it was impossible to understand the construction and production processes of large factories.

However, these things are easy to understand and quick to build.

The plan was made, but Fatty didn't have much certainty about its effect.

After all, I have no idea what kind of craftsmen and tools I can find.

As the fat man expected, the first problem encountered in building a crude oil bomb is workers. Blacksmiths are easy to find, and there are plenty of them in Djelp.

Although they are not familiar with the iron casing of crude oil bombs, they all said that it is not a difficult technique and just needs to be tried a few times.

The fat man first hired two old craftsmen who were good at making iron sheets. The skills of these two old craftsmen were really good. The thin iron sheets were even and made the fat man feel like they were flattened by a steam engine.

As a result, Fatty gained more confidence in the abilities of working people.

But Fatty doesn’t know where to find the talent needed to make crude oil bombs.

If there is no fuse, you can't hit someone with an iron shell filled with crude oil.

The fat man called Lidakus to see if the heir to a veteran military-industrial family had any good ideas.

After hearing the fat man explain his thoughts several times, Lidakus finally understood a little bit. His eyes turned green when he looked at the fat man, and finally he said to the fat man coyly.

"Sir, the thing you want is not the fire starter used by alchemists!"