chsdbacks #236 - You are truly invincible.
#236 - You are truly invincible.
Standing behind the fence, Mitnie stood there blankly.
Beside him, the slender cattails with their large heads swayed from side to side in the swirling wind.
The sound of the spring-powered rifle ceased, and the grassland filled with roars and screams returned to silence, but Mitnie still couldn't understand what had happened.
He clearly saw Andar rush out like lightning, just a few steps away from extending his longsword to the heads of those Salvation Army soldiers.
He was even prepared to jump over the fence to stop Andar when he went berserk.
Then, then...
Mitnie even doubted whether what he had seen was a dream.
In a series of cracking sounds like popping beans, Mitnie clearly saw Andar as if struck by a giant hammer, his entire body flipping over.
Twenty steps away from Mitnie, he saw Andar lying on his left side, face down on the ground, motionless.
His left arm was bent to protect his head, his right arm stretched straight to the left, pressed under his left elbow, his palm open, trying to grab something, his left leg bent against his right elbow, and his right leg almost completely straight.
"Don't worry," Jeanne said softly as she walked to Mitnie's side, "They are using 15mm caliber, and they were replaced with stone bullets in advance. At most, he will suffer a little."
Sure enough, after Andar was carried over, Mitnie checked and found that he was not seriously injured, but a stone bullet happened to hit his helmet and knocked him unconscious.
Unlike firearms, spring-powered rifles can theoretically fire any projectile, and this flint bullet can have a certain blunt damage effect.
As long as it's not killed on the spot, it can save some face.
This Andar is not a very important person, otherwise Catherine would not have sent him to Hohen here.
If he could have faced the Salvation Army squarely from the beginning and maintained a certain respect, even if Jeanne didn't like him, it wouldn't have turned out like this.
He challenged and lost due to his inferior skills. If he still wanted to argue after losing, it would only make Mitnie's side seem less generous.
"Andar was too rude, he deserves this suffering," Mitnie said apologetically after confirming that Andar had only suffered minor injuries.
With a smile on her lips, Jeanne bowed to him: "We have holy guns for bad guests, and we have fine wine and courtesy for friendly guests.
On behalf of my brother, the War团长 of the Salvation Army, Holy Grandson Hohen, I welcome you all."
Mitnie was a little dazed by the female knight in front of him, who still had a simple and honest air.
Her temperament was clearly like that of a silly country girl, but she simply gave the arrogant Andar a lesson.
And this lesson was a silent loss, and Mitnie didn't know what to say.
"Come, I'll take you to see the real barracks."
Hearing this, Mitnie's spirits lifted: "Isn't this a barracks?"
"This is the new recruit camp. Is it strange that they are behaving like this when they were just recruited this morning?" Jeanne said slightly annoyed, "I know we are bad, but not to this extent, right? You came with the new recruits, even if you calm down and take a closer look, you would know that these are new recruits who just entered the camp today."
After settling Andar, Mitnie smiled embarrassedly and rode his horse forward. Before long, he saw another training ground.
On this training ground by the main gate, soldiers were marching in an orderly manner, like black lines.
They lifted their legs together and landed their legs together. If they weren't close enough and Mitnie saw it vaguely, he would have thought it was an afterimage.
They were simply like two different races compared to the new recruits just now.
Every time they lifted and landed their legs, when Mitnie could see the incoordination, the veteran captain would jump out and give the wrong soldier a heavy blow.
Mitnie had to admit that such soldiers looked much better than those mercenary infantry in terms of appearance, and could even surpass the armored soldiers.
However... forming an orderly queue does not mean they have the ability to fight against knights.
"Twenty days ago, the soldiers here were about the same as the soldiers outside, or even worse. In just twenty days, they can become like this. Give us two months, and they will be even stronger."
As if able to see through Mitnie's thoughts, Jeanne pointed to the soldiers in front of her with her horse whip.
Without responding to Jeanne's words, Mitnie watched the soldiers' training and marching: "What are those white dots on the ground?"
"Oh, those are the landing points drawn for practicing footwork." Jeanne glanced casually and introduced as she walked.
"Can I hear you talk about it in detail?"
Jeanne slowed down her horse and looked at Mitnie's interested face: "Of course, footwork training is the second training session in the new recruit camp..."
"Can you start from the first one?"
"...The first part of the new recruits entering the camp is standing at attention, heels together, forefeet turned outwards, knees straight but not overextended, upper body perpendicular to the hips, hands hanging down naturally, elbows close to the body.
Every day, they have to repeatedly practice standing at attention and at ease hundreds of times until they can repeat it continuously fifty times without errors and maintain the posture for an hour.
Then comes turning left and right, interspersed with standing at attention exercises, and similarly, they pass the test if they can issue fifty consecutive orders without errors.
After passing all the above items, they will start practicing footwork."
"Footwork, does this require special training?" Mitnie asked softly. In his impression, as long as it's neat, he doesn't care how they walk.
"No, free footwork makes it impossible for us to measure and control the progress and time of the horizontal formation. We need more precise control." During the time Hohen spent in the military camp, Jeanne was familiar with a series of training and military affairs.
"Our regular step is 60 steps per minute, two-thirds of a meter per step, and 40 meters per minute.
Quick step is 75 steps per minute, two-thirds of a meter per step, and 50 meters per minute.
In order to maintain the neatness of the formation, we require them to step on the white dots every time they land, and each white dot is two-thirds of a meter.
They will continue to practice and march like this every day until we erase the white dots and they can still advance at this pace and frequency, and that's the end of the training."
"This kind of training is too hard." Mitnie shook his head, thinking of those mercenaries who played for three days and trained for two days, "How many days a week do you train?"
"One day a day, the new recruit camp is not allowed to rest. After entering the official legion, there is one day off every ten days."
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"One day a day! How long do you practice?"
"From 5 o'clock in the morning..."
"5 o'clock?" Mitnie had never heard of this word.
"Uh, that is, get up at morning prayer, 5 minutes to dress, 5 minutes to wash, 5 minutes to gather, and then run 5 kilometers in 40 minutes.
15 minutes of collective prayer and pre-meal hymns, 20 minutes of meal time, 30 minutes of rest time.
Then starting at 7 o'clock, practice standing and footwork according to the progress, about 4 hours, then recite the 《Soldier's Canon·Military Law》 for 45 minutes.
Then there is still 15 minutes of collective prayer and pre-meal hymns, eat lunch, and continue training at 1 pm, first spend half an hour memorizing and dictating 28 French letters, and spend the remaining three hours practicing military posture, footwork, and raising long gun poles.
Before dinner, recite the military law for 15 minutes and the pre-meal hymns for 15 minutes, and officially eat dinner during evening class (5 pm).
After dinner, there is usually 1.5 hours of duty time for the soldiers to organize their internal affairs and rest.
Go to the accompanying pastor's place to listen to sermons at seven o'clock, free activities from eight to nine o'clock, and go to bed no later than nine o'clock.
Depending on the progress, the training is also different, for example, some people who practice military posture well will add physical training and breathing methods, such as weighted running and 100-meter sprints..."
"Then the spring-powered rifle from before, was it practiced here?" Mitnie asked seemingly unintentionally.
"Spring-powered rifle." Jeanne's expression was normal, "I'm just a village woman, how would I know these things, you can ask my brother."
What kind of village woman are you, Mitnie cursed inwardly, thinking he could get some information out, but he was interrupted as soon as he started.
When Mitnie stood in front of the military regiment commander's residence, Martial had been waiting there for a long time.
As soon as Martial saw Mitnie, he said incoherently: "Lord Mitnie, you don't know what I saw... It's so magical, so terrible... The power of the Holy Father..."
"Okay, okay." Mitnie comforted Martial helplessly, telling him to calm down, "Maintain etiquette and demeanor, Martial."
"...Sorry, Lord Mitnie." Martial suppressed his desire to confide and focused his attention on the three-story El army residence in front of him.
As a jurist, Martial had audited architecture for a while in college and knew a little about these arts.
"Mr. Mitnie." Armand, who had left earlier, emerged from under the gable of the marble doorpost, "Lord Hohen is holding a debate conference, which may take a while. If you want to listen in, I'll take you there.
If you don't want to listen in, I'll take you to the waiting room to wait in advance, what is your opinion..."
"I would very much like to see the wisdom of the Holy Grandson." Mitnie did not use too presumptuous a title, which would seem too humble.
"Okay, please follow me."
After saying goodbye to Jeanne, Mitnie and others went up the steps and, under Armand's guidance, arrived outside a room on the second floor.
As soon as he stood at the door, he heard a roar coming from inside through the thin door panel.
"You are really invincible!"
"Am I invincible? Am I invincible? I even feel like I'm too gentle!"
Mitnie withdrew his hand to knock on the door and looked at Armand inquiringly. Armand opened the side door as if nothing had happened: "Please."