Wandering Knight Start: I have a simple data panel

On the nameless island, the rumbling machines creaked, and suddenly with a bang, a large amount of white gas rose up, and the noise of the machines disappeared at once.

Then came the noise of people.

Sharif shook his head, knowing that it was the craftsmen who were making trouble again.

He was not interested in the work of the craftsmen, shook his head and continued to walk.

In the port not far away, the dark artillery was facing the only entrance and exit, and the densely packed turrets were on the hills on both sides, and there was a large turret built with concrete fortifications on the front.

The ships coming in and out were busy, a small ironclad ship was sailing, and a bunch of people jumped up and down in the port.

"Oh, it's broken again, why is it always broken?"

"Quickly see what's wrong, is it the steam turbine?"

"Steam group bastard, don't they say that large steam engines are absolutely stable?"

The noisy shipbuilder made Sharif walk around, although he was also curious about how the steel floated on the water.

In addition... small is also relative. The small ironclad ships mentioned by these craftsmen are already larger than the largest three-masted sailing ships.

But these are not what Sharif cares about most.

He hasn't been home for a long time since he was sent here by his third brother.

The entry and exit of this small island is very strict. It is full of the most advanced technology in the world, and many things Sharif has never heard of.

And his task is to use muskets, receive new training, and even participate in the compilation of new infantry training manuals.

This is a tedious and boring job. Every day, he is constantly training, improving, and testing new tactics.

Here, he only has one name, and only a few people know the surname Ferreira.

When they came to their infantry training ground, half of the people had already come.

Some people were exercising on their own, some were fiddling with weapons, and more were chatting in groups of three or two.

Sharif was very conscious and approached with his ears.

"I heard that Master Tru came back last night."

"Did Master Tru go to see the Duke? Has the latest equipment been finalized?"

"It should be confirmed. I saw that the logistics department delivered a batch of boxes this morning. It is estimated that they will be issued soon."

Sherif listened silently and instinctively collected information.

He knew his identity, which was different from his colleagues. In such an important place, he should pay special attention to the thoughts of the students and keep it for his third brother.

As for the news from these people, he heard it last night.

Not only has the new rifle been finalized, but it also has a resounding name-Duke Leopold's Zero Rifle.

The new weapon has not only been recognized by the military leaders and the Duke, but has even entered mass production.

As long as the infantry training manual is revised and this batch of new infantry officers complete the final training, they will start to expand the army.

This also means that the Infantry Officer Training Class on Wuming Island will be disbanded.

Sherif didn't know if there would be similar training classes in the future. At this time, he felt that the boring life was worth missing.

But he didn't plan to reveal this news. He would wait for it to be announced.

Sure enough, after a while, the instructor in charge of daily training brought boxes of weapons.

"Line up and prepare to distribute new rifles."

"This is Duke Leopold's Zero Rifle. It will accompany you for a long time in the future. Get familiar with it as soon as possible."

"Also, I have good news for you. Two months later, it will be the first anniversary of the establishment of the Principality. You will go to the temporary state of the Principality as a new infantry regiment to accept the Duke's inspection."

"Cherish these last two months. The training class will be disbanded soon, and you will go to the army to serve the Duke."

"Finally... Long live the Duke, long live the Northern Principality."

The instructor announced the good news loudly, and the students shouted in unison after a brief silence.

Others are not sentimental about parting now. They are full of blood boiling. As long as they think about serving the Duke and going to the battlefield, they are so excited that they can hardly control their emotions.

Soon, the old weapons were replaced and everyone got the latest rifles.

Training started soon, and there was no extra time to think about other things.

...

A large number of eliminated rifles entered the warehouse, some of which were completely scrapped, and more could still be used.

If the requirements are not high, it will be no problem to pass it down for three generations.

Of course, these junk goods were not wasted, and all were loaded on the ship regardless of whether they were useful or not.

Half a month later, Viscount Chavez received this special ship in the south.

Taking advantage of the night, Viscount Chavez boarded the ship temporarily.

The lantern swayed with the wind and waves, and the whole ship made a creaking sound.

The captain held a pipe in his mouth, exhaled a puff of white smoke comfortably, and said: "Viscount, the Duke meant that you can take half of this batch of goods, but it is best not to sell it yourself, find someone to sell it."

This is a benefit. Viscount Chavez worked hard and even contributed to the large silver mines in the New World. Derek always remembered that this kind of benefit would never be less.

Viscount Chavez nodded, opened a box in person, and took out a half-new rifle.

He aimed a little clumsily, and the captain handed over the gunpowder pot.

"Let's try a few shots?"

"Okay."

The group came to the deck, and Viscount Chavez took action himself and fired a few shots directly at the dark sea.

Of course, the details could not be seen, but only heard.

"Good stuff, times are really changing."

Although Viscount Chavez was suppressed secretly by the big boss of the Southern Faction, the other party did not dare to do too much in public.

So he knew about the new thing called the musket, but he did not expect that when the news reached the North, the duke immediately shipped a ship of various muskets and said that they were just obsolete goods.

Obviously, he was ahead of everyone again.

"I am narrow-minded. I am worried that the duke will ignore the new weapons and suffer losses in the future." Viscount Chavez said this, but he laughed happily.

He was happy just thinking about the bad luck of those old bastards in the future.

The captain laughed in agreement and told him a good news by the way: "The duke knew that you were in a bad situation, so he specially sent a few master craftsmen to come. At least the manufacturing of this musket cannot be worse than that of others, so as to save losses."

From the surface, the Northern Principality and Viscount Chavez cannot have too much relationship.

Buying a batch of weapons is fine, but it cannot solve the fundamental problem.

But it is okay to give it to others. You can't let Viscount Chavez make it himself, then it will completely tear the relationship apart.

The top bosses also have to abide by the rules on the surface. After all, they are the ultimate beneficiaries and cannot easily break these rules.

Viscount Chavez sighed again, and it turned out that the Duke was indeed humane.

Taking advantage of the night, Viscount Chavez took the boat back and forth many times to deliver the goods to the shore.

These ships from the north would not dock at all, but would go directly up the inland river.