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The fat man has recently been troubled by the training of recruits. During the battle of the Sambuga Hills, the situation of the Samor Army is not optimistic

　　Unless he had ordered the retreat, the frontier camp had a big flight,

　　If it wasn't for himself to be covered with triangular iron thorns at the entrance of the camp, block the Golden Wool Knight who was subsequently chased.

　　The Golden Wool Knights took advantage of the chance of these broken soldiers to break up the battlefield, ripped the defense of Samor with a sharp spear in his hand, and pierced the weak Samor infantry position.

　　After the incident, most of the soldiers in this collapsed camp were recruits recruited from the refugees in winter.

　　 This defeat exposed the weakness of Samor’s army,

　　Fat man feels that his army is like cooked rice, one layer is a veteran who came out of the falcon collar, and the other layer is a recruit without fighting will

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

　　The countless army in history, just like this, before colliding with the enemy, they broke up first.

　　If this fault problem is not solved, the Samoan army will always be a soft product with foreign power

　　The fat man told this question to the three commanders under his command and asked them to strengthen the discipline training of the recruits in their troops

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

　　In their eyes, these soldiers recruited from the peasants are already very good, at least they have dared to stand at the front of the queue, rather than hide behind the ranks.

　　 "They are already very good! Even the regular army of the kingdom will flee in the face of heavy knight charge, do you still want them to use the fragile spear to fight against the oncoming iron ride?"

　　 Lidarcus, the newly appointed captain of Samor’s Independent Cavaliers, crooked his mouth in disapproval.

　　 As an important part of the agreement between Samor and the Lida family, Lidacus served as the 100 knight commanders sent by the Lida family to come to fulfill their employment obligations

　　 The fat man naturally gave him a decent rank, Captain of the Independent Knights,

　　This rank is just like the commander of the Kuomintang banned bandits, it is very nice and useless,

　　 To put it bluntly, it is a commander with a bare rod, which of course does not satisfy Lidacus who wants to show his strength

　　 The identity of the heir of the Lida family allows Lidacus to satisfy the sincerity bond between the Samor and the Lida family. His detached identity makes him eligible to participate in the meeting of the leader level.

　　 "From tomorrow on, all new recruits must shout passwords!"

　　The fat man looked at Caesar Sauron et al. below, suddenly thought of a crooked move in his mind, didn't he see the army training before shouting passwords, I also shouted, first cultivate the soldier's consciousness to obey orders

　　 But by the time training started, the captains of these troops insisted on not shouting passwords, thinking it was a shameful clown act

　　Under this trend of thought, many soldiers are very resistant to this method, thinking that they are humans or not animals, and cannot be called to drink like animals

　　 This time the fat man can't do it anymore, these captains actually have a few simple passwords, the reason why they don't shout the passwords is to show that faction.

　　The fat man finally showed his cruelty, and brought all the squadron-level commanders to the meeting, and all the weapons were collected.

　　 Then the guards blocked the gate, and the daggers in their hands made people feel cold. No one could guess what medicine was sold in the gourd of their regiment leader.

　　The fat man stood on the stage, looked at the squadron leaders with a terrified look below, turned around and shouted at the guard

　　 "Today everyone gave me a password for three days of practice at the headquarters. Whoever shouted the loudest, I rewarded 100 gold coins, and the most screaming, I will let his squadron first touch the other heavy cavalry next time!"

　　 The fat man's voice paused, almost word by word

　　 "I found out that it was not biting, immediately dragged out and cut off his head! Confiscate all his land!"

　　 The squadron captains below shuddered, and no one dared to jump out to object,

　　 Watching the recruits start to step in the passwords of the various captains, the fat man took a breath, and now he felt that he really should have a good rest.

　　 Over the next few days, the fat man shut himself in the room and declared to the outside world that he needed to think about the future direction of the army.

　　In these days, fat people are really thinking about the army building when they are not sleeping (of course, such time is not much),

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

　　 can really be put into practical use but pitiful. After thinking about it, the knowledge about zha medicine and steelmaking in ChemChina may be of some use.

　　The fat man knows that the molecular formula of * is

　　 It is a pity that he neither knows how to get toluene nor how to add nitro.

　　 And the fat man’s teacher said that this thing is very unstable, you need to add something else to make it stable,

　　Nobel has been studying this for his whole life (Nobel studied is not *, I don’t know if it’s the fat man who made a mistake or his teacher said it wrongly),

　　Is probably not as good as Nobel in Zha medicine, and I don’t have the time to study it in my whole life.

　　 Fortunately, I still remember another method of making zha medicine. Putting cotton into nitric acid and reacting can get linoleum. This should look very simple and should be no problem.

　　 But the fat man sadly discovered that nitric acid did not seem to be found in this world, but there was something more explosive,

　　 crude oil, the gift of the black devil,

　　Fat guys feel that they can still use this thing as a burst bomb, it’s not bad. The flames and broken iron pieces should be good.

　　 "Okay, that's it"

　　The fat man put down the paintbrush in his hand, a small oval cylinder mounted on the sandpaper

　　About how to develop industry in the future~www.wuxiaspot.com~The fat man came up with many good ideas,

　　Looking at the several plans listed on his grit paper, the fat man suddenly found that the inspiration for these industrial constructions all came from the news media's disclosure of production and counterfeit.

　　 Such as indigenous steelmaking, indigenous oil refining, small coal kiln, etc.

　　 At this time, the fat man was really crying and laughing. It is indeed impossible to understand the construction and production process of the big factory with his experience.

　　 It's easy to understand these things, and it's quick to build.

　　 The plan is made, but the effect is not so good for fat people.

　　 After all, what kind of craftsmen and tools can I find?

　　As the fat man expected, the first problem encountered when building crude oil bombs was the workers. The blacksmiths were very easy to find.

　　Although they are not very familiar with the iron shells that use crude oil bombs, they all said that it was not a difficult technique. Just try a few more times.

　　The fat man first invited two old craftsmen who were good at using tin shells. The craftsmanship of these two old craftsmen was really good. The thin iron skin evenly made the fat people feel like they were squashed with a steam machine.

　　 From this, the fat man has more confidence in the ability of working people.

　　 But for the fuze talents needed to make crude oil bombs, fat people don’t know where to find them,

　　If there is no fuze, you can't smash people with a metal shell filled with crude oil.

　　The fat man came to Lidacus to see what good ideas this heir to the senior military family

　　 After listening to the fat man telling his thoughts several times, Lidacus was a little clear, and his eyes turned a little green, and finally he said to the fat man

　　 "Adult, the thing you want will not be a fuse for alchemists!"