After Loew shouted the command "two", the children let their left feet hit the ground with a neat snap. Then they stepped forward with their right feet and waved their hands at the same time.
Come left arm.
After a few days of training, their team has moved in a good manner, which makes Tang Mo very satisfied. Tang Mo's training requirements for these children are so strict that they are almost abnormal, and even require them to stand under the scorching sun for more than ten years.
Remain standing motionless for minutes.
If there wasn't enough time in class, Tang Mo would have even wanted them to practice standing still for several hours - unfortunately, these children only had more than an hour of training time every day, so Tang Mo had to give up.
Even so, such training can be considered harsh in this era! You know, Lord Fisherlot's Northridge Corps, whose training was not so strict, was already known as a strong army.
Slightly older children will follow Bernard in battle formation drills after a simple training queue. They have to use a rifle model made of wood for gun drills every day, and practice shooting and bayonet fighting.
"Assassin!" At this moment, Bernard was holding his hands behind his back, looking at a group of teenage children, holding guns in both hands, following Tang Mo's training diagram, carrying out assassination training step by step.
Every time they stretched out their guns, they shouted loudly, as if the enemy was right in front of them: "Kill!"
Along with their shouts, seven or eight people came out with guns to kill, immediately becoming murderous.
"Continue! Stab!" Bernard, with his hands behind his back, looked at these children who were not very young but were beginning to give people a sense of oppression, and ordered loudly.
"Kill!" After hearing the order, the children immediately drew out their spears again, lunged forward, and turned their bodies slightly to the side, as if they were avoiding the oncoming bayonets.
Compared to studying, these children are obviously more interested in this kind of training. They carry out various orders seriously, and use their young souls to imagine their heroic appearance on the battlefield killing the enemy.
What child does not have a heroic dream? What young person does not have the fantasy of going into battle to kill the enemy? Therefore, these children on the school field are particularly enthusiastic about such bayonet fighting training.
Not far away, other students, generally over fifteen years old, were spreading out in front of Weiss, practicing with wooden swords polished from wood, imitating Weiss's movements and moving slowly.
Turn your body.
Wes was in front of the children, demonstrating with his real long sword, and loudly asking the children to turn around and thrust out his long sword.
"Stick out! If your swords don't hit the enemy at this time, they will seize the opportunity and hit you in the back! This is very dangerous!" He reminded everyone as he spoke.
"So! At this time, you must stab! Use all your strength! As long as the opponent thinks they have seized the opportunity, you will gain an advantage!" He completed his turn, holding the long sword in his hand, and after completing a turning stab, he returned to alert.
status.
All the students followed suit, turning around and stabbing out their wooden swords, then imitating Weiss's example and returning to their alert posture.
Weiss was quite satisfied with these apprentices, so he nodded and started a new round of demonstrations again: "Okay! Turn around!"
The students in front of him once again began to imitate his appearance and made a new round of turns. Although the movements were not smooth, they were decent.
"Yes! After turning around... keep your sword-holding posture!" Weiss held the long sword, stared at the postures of these students after turning around, and corrected them.
"Be alert!" He walked up to a child and pulled the child's shoulder so that the long sword in the child's hand could cover most of his body.
Years of fighting gave him many strange life-saving moves, and passing on many of his experiences to these children was the order Tang Mo gave him.
Weiss didn't know if Tang Mo was testing him, so he didn't dare to hide his secrets. Naturally, he was very serious about teaching.
And these children also study very seriously, because they are already teenagers and are already very sensible, knowing that this is their only chance to go higher and further.
"Pay attention to your eyes!" Weiss pointed to his own eyes, and then pointed to the opposite side: "Intimidate the other party! Be fierce! Be very fierce! Make the other party fear you!"
The new mercenaries were not idle either. They were following Roger's instructions and repeatedly performing the technical and tactical actions required by Tang Mo.
Roger stood at the edge of the rugged field, paying no attention to Tiger who was passing by, and loudly ordered the mercenaries in the field: "Lie down!"
After hearing the order, the mercenaries immediately lay down and used the uneven dirt bags to hide their figures. It was as if a heavy machine gun was shooting at them from where Roger was.
Tiger stopped and looked at the mercenaries who didn't know what they were doing. He then looked at the children who were lining up in the distance, the children who were practicing swordsmanship, and the children who were practicing bayonet stabbing moves. He frowned.
He wrinkled involuntarily.
Then, Roger's roared order brought him back to reality: "Crawl forward!"
These mercenaries who carried out the order climbed up in the bumpy mud without any scruples, looking as embarrassed as they could.
In fact, soldiers in this era did not have to practice crawling at all, and even lying on the ground was expressly prohibited.
Because of the tactical requirements of this era, there is no such thing as crawling. If soldiers attack, they must use a dense array and rush towards the enemy with one step at a time.
In Tiger's view, those soldiers who were lying on the ground and crawling forward lacked courage and soiled their uniforms, which was also a shame! Even if they were shot and sacrificed, this approach should never be used!
Just when he was thinking about this with dissatisfaction, he heard Roger shouting even more excessively: "Put it down! Keep it down! If you do this, the bullets will fly off your butts!"
As he walked towards the mercenaries lying on the ground, he reprimanded loudly: "Every obstacle is a perfect place to hide. After jumping up, you must lower your body immediately! Avoid possible bullets!"
Tiger felt that he couldn't stand it any longer. He walked worriedly through the factory area that looked like a construction site. He didn't even look at the progress of gun production in the factory before he walked to Tang Mo's office.
As soon as he entered the door, he said dissatisfiedly: "You are not teaching a group of students at all! You are training a group of soldiers!"
He felt that he had been deceived. Tang Mo didn't want to train some workers at all. What he wanted to train was a group of soldiers! Very elite and capable soldiers!
"No, they are just a group of students!" Tang Mo didn't take Tiger's words seriously and said to Tiger while calculating the workshop's expense accounts.
Although he is indeed cultivating a group of men who are capable of both literary and military skills, he never admits that he has any ambitions.
Tiger stared at Tang Mo angrily, very dissatisfied with Tang Mo's disapproval: "You let them learn swordsmanship, let them learn stabbing, each of them is literate, has read books, and can calculate! They are better in this aspect.
I know a lot!"
"Is there anything wrong with this?" Tang Mo put down the workshop's expense statistics form for the past five days and looked at Tiger and asked.
Tiger was stunned for a moment, and then answered Tang Mo's question: "In a few months, they will be the best soldiers and can even serve as officers! To be honest, the officers of the Kingdom of Susas may not have this level of education!
"
Tang Mo smiled. He felt that with Tiger's recognition of these children, his efforts were at least in the right direction.
So he continued to defend his training: "They are still children, the youngest is only eight or nine years old..."
"If you continue training like this! In ten years, you will be able to arm at least 30,000 people! Equipped with your K1 fast gun, these 30,000 people will be invincible." Tiger gritted his teeth and stared at Tang Mo and emphasized.
Tang Mo was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, and firmly rejected Tiger's idea: "How could I equip them with needle guns... Are you kidding me... Not only will I not issue needle guns to them
, and will not give them revolvers..."
Will needle guns still be used after ten years? I will issue them with howitzers, MG42 machine guns and AK47 assault rifles! Stop making trouble, why are you equipped with revolvers? Isn’t the Glock good? The Beretta is not good.
Tang Mo complained contemptuously in his heart.
"You really won't do this?" Tiger muttered doubtfully after hearing Tang Mo's assurance and seeing Tang Mo's determined eyes.
Tang Mo did not lie, so his expression was very calm. But although what he said was true, he cleverly avoided Tiger's question. So the calm Tang Mo that Tiger saw was actually heading in the same direction.
It was already thousands of miles away from the topic he was talking about.
"Are you crazy? Ten years later, I will give them needle guns? I swear to God, this kind of thing will never happen." Tang Mo emphasized "sincerely" again, even in the word needle gun
He also emphasized his tone.
This sincerity made Tiger feel guilty for having misunderstood a good person. He didn't speak for a while, as if he was considering his tone later.
"...Okay, I believe you for the time being." Finally, Tiger softened his tone and said to Tang Mo. His words made Tang Mo very embarrassed and made him feel guilty for deceiving a fool...
So Tang Mo took out a revolver he had assembled from his drawer and handed it to Tiger: "This is the revolver I promised to give you!"
"Are you ready?" Tiger looked at Tang Mo in surprise, stepped forward, and took the exquisite revolver from Tang Mo's hand.
"Yes, I've done it, but the bullets still have to wait for a while. As you know, I've been a little busy recently." Tang Mo said a little embarrassed.
In fact, he still has some bullets, but he still has to give some of these bullets to Wes, so he can only temporarily aggrieve Tiger.
Obviously Tiger didn't care about this. He took the revolver and carefully touched it with his hand, as if he was touching the girl's skin.
The temptation of this thing was too great for him. Holding the pistol, he could even feel a force that penetrated his body.
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