Steel, Guns, and the Industrial Party that Traveled to Another World

With a cross tied behind his back, Makarov stood upright in agony. "What's the use of training like this in fighting pirates? What the hell is going on!" He had complained countless times in his heart.

He wanted to turn his head to see what state the person next to him was in, but he suppressed the thought as soon as it appeared. Several unlucky people had already been killed by Knight Claude for making small moves while standing in a military posture. Oh no, it was. Major Claude was severely punished and was not allowed to eat as a punishment. He didn't want to go hungry.

The new lord is really weird, Makarov continued to complain in his heart, and did some weird things, such as standing in a military posture and kicking forward. Even those officers who were knights were forced to practice this way.

Oh, it’s a good thing I didn’t mention it. When he thought of kicking forward, Makarov felt extremely ashamed. That strange posture still made him blush. Fortunately, he didn’t train in the town, otherwise he wouldn’t have made the villagers laugh. .

It is estimated that the little lord is still a patient with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder. His requirements for "neatness" and "unification" have reached a perverted level. When playing goose and running, he only requires that the team cannot break up, the steps are uniform, and the movements are neat. However, It would be too much to even fold the quilt into four squares.

If the little lord hadn't personally demonstrated how to fold and guided the soldiers who made the wrong folding step by step, Makarov once suspected that the little lord was deliberately making fun of them.

The only normal thing is the assassination training that takes place every morning or afternoon, under the personal guidance of Major Claude. In Makarov's view, this is the only way to go into battle to kill the enemy and save his life. He listens to the Major carefully every time Explain the essentials and practice hard.

Of course, despite all the complaints in his heart, Makarov is still very, very, very respectful and even grateful to the little lord, not only because he has eaten meat twice this week, but there is another more important reason - The lord actually taught them how to read!

Most common people do not have the opportunity or financial resources to study systematically in their lifetime. Of course, there are still many common people who know a lot of characters. For example, people who are engaged in professions such as businessmen, bards, and noble servants must know a lot. words, but the number of these people is simply a handful compared to the huge civilian population.

In some remote areas, writing is no different from legendary magic in people's perception. Only nobles and servants of gods can learn it. Many civilians' lifetime literacy is limited to being able to recognize their own names. More Many civilians cannot even reach this level.

Not only in the human kingdom, I heard that in the prairie, many orc tribes tied ropes into knots to record events.

Makarov can still clearly recall that when the little lord announced that he would hold a "literacy class" and spend time in the evening teaching everyone how to read and write, the incredulous expressions on everyone's faces and the surprised expression of Major Claude were enough to stop him. The mouth of a goose egg.

However, many soldiers actually think that they are just serving as soldiers to eat food and do not need to learn to read. They are really a bunch of fools who are willing to degenerate and do not seek to make progress. Makarov secretly despises him. He is different and does not want to live his life in such a muddle.

Suddenly a whistle sounded, and then the battalion commander Major Claude's loud order was heard: "All troops gather!!!".

Makarov immediately discarded all thoughts and moved closer to the "paceguard" in front of the major, standing shoulder to shoulder with the people in the same row. After a week of training, this has almost become a conditioned reflex.

"Relax!" the major continued to order.

Then the little lord came over and began to speak.

"Soldiers, you have made great progress this week, which makes me very pleased. Now your military posture has reached the standards I require. I declare that you no longer need to tie a cross when standing in military posture."

After a pause, seeing no one cheering or cheering, he nodded with satisfaction.

"However, you still have shortcomings. According to Battalion Commander Claude, many people's assassination skills are still unclear. They cannot fight against the vicious gangsters like this. You must continue to practice diligently in the future. Sweat more and fight more. Shi Shao bleeds!"

"It's not because, Lord, you waste half of your training time on standing in a military posture and kicking forward." Many people secretly complained in their hearts.

"And your housekeeping. Every time I speak, I emphasize paying attention to personal and collective hygiene. This is the last time. If I find that there is littering in the tents of any class again, I swear that the entire class will be punished. Run around the camp to your death.”

"Now, I have good news to announce. I asked Butler Philip to customize uniforms for us. They were shipped here today. They will be distributed to everyone now and put them on immediately."

Then, under the arrangement of officers at all levels, everyone stepped forward to receive their military uniforms.

The military uniforms are designed based on the Eighth Route Army uniforms from the previous life, but the color is dark green. In addition to the tops and trousers, there are also hats, leather belts, shoes, foot wraps and leggings. In addition, there are a batch of military uniforms with the colors of the previous life. The epaulettes with rank marks can be fastened to the shoulders with buttons.

After each of the soldiers received two sets, they changed their clothes. Since all the people present were old men, they had no scruples.

After all, these military uniforms were made in a hurry. In order to be worn by the entire army, they were made in larger sizes. Many people wore them fatter, but compared to the patched tatters they originally wore, It immediately improves the person's energy and spirit by more than one level.

After changing clothes, they regrouped. Although no one spoke due to discipline, the soldiers were still excited. It seemed that the new clothes had greatly improved their morale.

Claude looked at the newly formed team and was deeply moved.

A week ago, these people were a group of undisciplined peasants, some of whom could not even tell the left from the right, but now they stood and sat in a proper manner and obeyed orders.

If it was before, it would have been unimaginable to gather at such a fast speed, not to mention other aspects. Now this team has a hint of the momentum of a regular army just by looking at the surface.

No, the regular army of the kingdom cannot reach this level. After putting on the new uniforms, in terms of neatness and uniformity, only the royal guard of honor that he had never seen could compare. He now slowly understood why the count spent so much time on those trainings that he had previously thought were meaningless.

Claude thought to himself: "The only shortcoming now is that nearly half of the people have never seen blood."

Paul told Claude to continue training according to today's plan, and then led the servant who came to deliver the military uniforms into a tent guarded by internal guards.

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"My Lord Earl, all the things you want are here. This is the first batch. Butler Philip is still collecting the rest, which will take some time."

"Great, these can already meet the current needs, but the rest still needs to be seized."

There were boxes on the ground, and the tent was filled with a smell of sulfur. He looked at all this with satisfaction, and then asked: "Where are the people I want?"

The servant replied respectfully: "They are all waiting in the next tent."

"How are they, are they all reliable?"

"Please rest assured, they are all loyal people who have served your family for generations like me. Butler Philip has tested them personally."

"Very good, Ron, you will still be responsible for delivering supplies here in the future, and I will not treat you unfairly. But remember, you are not allowed to disclose the things here to anyone. Do you understand? Anyone, understand?"

"Understand, I understand. I swear to the Lord of Light that I will keep my mouth shut, and even if I leak a word, I will be thrown into hell." Ron immediately pointed to the sky and swore.

"Okay, you go back first, remember what I said."