"Three-year rifle!"

The snow was still falling, and in the indoor classroom, the training officer was holding a three-year rifle and explaining.

"This is the most advanced rifle in the world and the only rear-loaded rifle. It uses a flammable paper case to load the bullet. When loading this bullet, it does not need to tear it. Its paper case will burn quickly as soon as it touches Mars, with a rate of fire of more than ten rounds per minute! The effective range is 600 meters!"

Staring at the hanging pictures on the wall, Su Yun seemed to have returned to the days of Runingwei. At that time, he also learned how to use weapons like he is now.

However, at that time he learned to use firing guns. In the Ming Dynasty, only military households could use firing guns, and ordinary people could only buy flintlock guns. However, the military used rear-mounted firing guns.

As the training officer explained how to operate the weapon, everyone would sit there respectfully in the dark classroom, with rifles on the table in front of them.

The three-year rifle is an extremely simple weapon that almost fails, but despite this, they still need to learn to dismantle it. In fact, except for the valve, it is not much different from firing guns and flintlock guns, so everyone gets started very quickly, after all, there is no essential difference in structure.

In the next two days, Su Yun trained and rested with others. It seemed that he became a newcomer waiting for the assessment like others. It was precisely this kind of eating and sleeping together that made him make a lot of friends and got a lot of news from them.

It took three days of snow to stop. As soon as the sun came out that day, the training officer looked at the newcomers standing in line with expressionless faces.

"There are all. Today's course is an armed marching in winter. We carry guns and line up outside. We will march 160 miles in the next two days."

Most people know the reason for such training. Infantry, infantry, only a few soldiers walking on their legs, showed a trace of confusion. It has just been snowing heavily, and the snow on the road is so thick and the weather is so cold. Why do you have to go out to walk?

And it's 160 miles!

And it's two days!

"When you set out, you line up to get cookies and canned food. Remember, you have a box of compressed cookies every day, five people canned food, and you have to take turns carrying the canned food when you march."

"I'll carry the can. It's only more than three pounds and it's not heavy."

When it was finally Su Yun's turn, Zhao Lin, who was in the same army, smiled and put the canned food in his bag. Others were not polite about this, and smart people knew that this march was also an assessment.

Even everyone knew why Zhao Lin took the initiative to take on this heavy job. He thought that doing more work would increase his chances of passing the assessment.

But the things in the world are not that simple. The military does not recruit coolies, nor does it mean that anyone who works more can get the advantage.

It is very labor-consuming to march in the snow. In addition, there are few trample on the snow on the road, and the hardships of marching in the snow can be imagined. However, no one will complain. The children of military households know that fighting does not matter whether the weather is used, and the children of civilian households are afraid that they will be deducted points for complaints, so they naturally dare not make any complaints.

Everyone was burying their heads and moving forward. Sometimes when they passed a compacted road, they would immediately speed up. However, even if there were anti-slip iron nails on the soles of their boots, they would easily fall. Sometimes falling alone would implicate others. At this time, the training officer riding on the horse would come and shout and scold.

"Hurry up, hurry up... You bunch of trash can even fall down... Follow the troops, hurry up! Hurry up!" When they stand up, the training officer will turn his head and shout at the back:

"Give me a little faster!...Don't be like a slut, slowly wait for the Turkish guys to kill you... Keep your formation, hurry up..."

The training officer was riding a horse, but this did not prevent him from constantly mocking the people in the team, thinking that they ran too slowly, they were too easy to slip, and they didn't look like men. In short, it was to sarcasticize them. He wanted to treat them one by one like grandson.

However, he did not always ride a horse. When he arrived at a place where there was snow, he would jump off his horse and march with his horse. Walking in the snow, people would occasionally fall into the snow. It was very difficult to pull out every step, so naturally he could not run.

After passing through the ice-cracking place, people in the team slipped from time to time, often slipping one person and bringing a string of them. At this time, the training officer's scolding naturally sounded again.

Like all the children of military households, Su Yun received training from the garrison when he was a few years old. He suffered a lot at that time. Although he had been out of the house for seven or eight years, he could still keep up with the team. It was not until this time that he knew how important the previous training was to him. It was not until this time that he understood why those uncles and uncles were all raised by them as stepmothers when they were training them. They wanted to kill them. Because no one in the camp would take care of her.

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

Under the supervision of the training officer, they put in full strength and followed the person in front and lowered their heads and moved forward with difficulty. Occasionally, someone fell down. Even if it hurts, they would immediately get up quickly and continue to move forward.

When it comes to rest, the training officers will urge them to check their feet and change into a pair of dry foot bindings.

"Rubb the changed foot binding cloth in the snow, freeze it outside for a while, and then put it in the inner bag of the coat. Don't forget to check your feet..."

Under the supervision of the training officer, they changed into foot binding cloth one after another. The Ming army's foot binding cloth was used to match military boots. Compared with loose cloth socks, it has better warmth. This layer of foot binding cloth and wool military boots can protect the feet of the soldiers to the greatest extent.

At night, when the tent was set up, everyone was so tired that they couldn't breathe, watching him open the can.

He opened the can, poured the canned meat into the small pot, and watched Zhao Lin busy there.

Su Yun asked.

"Linzi, why do you want to join the army?"

The sudden question stunned several people. Obviously, they didn't understand why Su Yun asked this. "Why?"

Zhao Lin sat down and said after a while.

"I don't know why. Anyway, when I was a child, I saw that the children of military households were so arrogant. Even the young masters of the landlords were not as good as them. Anyway, when I was a child, I thought about it. When I grew up, I had to join the army. Let's also make a military official and let my son and grandson live like you."

As soon as Zhao Lin's words fell, the commander cursed beside him.

"You guys are cursing you!"

"Soldier, no, no, I, I don't mean that..."

Looking at Zhao Lin who was at a loss, Su Yun smiled.

"The Chief is kidding you. By the way, you have worked a lot of effort to get the security letter."

"That's not. I'll tell you. At that time, I didn't have much effort to get that guarantee. No one was willing to protect me. I just held the money and had no place to give it to me even if I wanted to give it to me. That's so anxious..."

When Zhao Lin talked about his experience, several nearby brothers were also following him and talking about how they asked for help, how they gave money, and how they spent a lot of effort to get the guarantee. For Su Yun and other military families, they obviously did not expect it would be so difficult to get a guarantee.

"Hey, it's still easy for us to do this. I heard that a guy from the Thirteenth Team married his younger sister to the son of a military household in order to be able to join the army."

"Will you enjoy the happiness of a private household marrying a military household?"

"The problem is that kid is not smart enough!"

"He's stupid!"

"Yes, it's just a guarantee letter and an opportunity to take the school exam. Do you need it?"

"You're not paying the money."

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Chapter completed!