532. Militia training 2

Chapter 532 – Militia Intensive Training 2
“Report sir! Tata Town should have one hundred and twenty men, the actual number is one hundred and twenty, please review!”

Zane stood straight and reported to the officer in front of him with his head held high.

An officer with a second lieutenant’s shoulder badge silently counted the number of men.

He shouted his approval, “Not bad, I can see that you guys have been trained rigorously on weekdays, and your military posture is very standardized.”

Hearing the second lieutenant’s praise, Zane felt comfortable in his heart, it was not in vain that he had trained for a few days on the departure raid.

“But!”

The Ensign suddenly drew up his pitch and switched to a serious tone, “In Lakewood, you will be subjected to stricter training, and all requirements will be on par with those of active duty soldiers.”

“By the way to introduce myself, I am Ensign Hornloe, and I will be in charge of your command and training for the next week. I will now announce a few rules of discipline.”

“One, no one is to leave the barracks unattended!”

“Two, no one is allowed to move alone except to go to the restroom, only as a group!”

“Three, other than carrying out orders that have been given, anything else must be reported in advance, including going to the restroom!”

“Ah yes, there is a fourth rule! Urinating and defecating in the open is prohibited.”

“Violating any of the four rules I just mentioned will result in severe punishment, do you all understand?”

“Yes, sir!” The militia responded.

Ensign Hohenlohe slammed his face and bellowed, “Speak up, haven’t you all had enough to eat?”

“Aye! Sir!!!”

Zane led the militia to muster their strength and yell in unison again in response to him.

Ensign Hohenlohe then nodded in satisfaction and continued, “Good, now I’ll take you all to the barracks! Lucky for you all, the garrison of Lakewood has just gone out into the field for a stretch, so you can stay in there for the time being without having to pitch your tents outside for the night.”

“Now listen to my command! To the right – turn! In unison – walk!”

Ensign Hohenlohe’s commands were done often enough in the militia’s training that it was hard to beat them.

The militia of Tartar Town followed Ensign Hohenlohe to the barracks with neat steps.

After assigning their bunks in the barracks and placing their respective luggage, the Ensign led them to the armory again.

“This time you have come to Lakeheart Town and will receive firearms training!”

Yay! If they hadn’t been pressed by discipline, the militia members who were excited to hear the word firearms would have cheered loudly.

Ensign Hornloe saw the sudden flash of excitement in their eyes, and continued, “Now, you go in with me to collect your guns, a group of four will collect a gun with a number on the stock, and then register the names of the whole group as well as the numbers of the guns they have collected, and when you return, you will then uniformly hand them back, and the Ordnance Management Office will check them against the registered information one by one, but wherever one of the guns is is missing or there are signs of human tampering, the whole group or even the whole team will be penalized.”

It takes four people to receive a gun! The militiamen were a bit upset to hear this, they had just thought that one person had one.

But they didn’t dare to complain about anything, and followed the order of the team, honestly going in four by four to receive their guns.

Saito received a musket from the administrator with trembling hands, from the stock you could tell that it was not newly made, but well maintained, the metal barrel was rubbed with animal grease and shiny.

He hugged the gun with joy and was about to go out.

“Hey, hey, there’s still registration to do!”

The three companions who were assigned to the same group as him tugged on his clothes to remind him.

Upon arriving at the nearby registration desk, the ordnance administrator in charge of registration pointed to a thick book on the table, “Sign your name on it one by one, and write the number of the firearm on the last line.”

When it was McGee’s turn, he was a little embarrassed, “I …… don’t know how to write my name.” “Didn’t they teach you that in school?”

McGee scratched his head in embarrassment, “School? You mean night school? I …… I lighten up and doze off.”

Hahaha! A chorus of mocking voices rang out around them.

“What are you laughing at?” The administrator glared at the crowd as he asked, “What’s your name?”

“McGee, McGee Centurion.”

The administrator wrote his name for him and said to him, “Dip your thumb in ink and put your fingerprints on this.”

McGee did as he was told, and it was the next man’s turn.

When all the groups had received their guns, Ensign Hohenlohe told them to get back in line.

“Okay, now, you must master the steps and essentials of firing a gun in a day and a half – that’s by tomorrow evening!”

A hint of impatience showed in the Captain’s eyes compared to the still-excited militia thinkers.

……

“Bang!”

A loud gunshot spread through the woodland, startling a flock of birds into the sky.

A hundred meters away, an unlucky goat fell to the ground in response.

“Lord Gleeman is really a good arrow …… and a good shot.”

Fergus next to him cocked his thumb and praised him repeatedly.

“Hahahahaha!” Paul laughed out loud, “Which is not, thanks to this good gun, as well as …… a little bit of luck.”

In fact, it’s still mostly luck, even if the accuracy of this wire rifle on his hand is bullish, with Paul’s shooting proficiency, one hit is also too outrageous.

Don’t let this shot use up his good luck, Paul silently recited in his heart.

Today is already here the second day, Paul yesterday participated in Fergus for him to receive the dust of the banquet, in the banquet, Fergus for him to introduce Valen, Eldo, Shanks and other people, are the local reputation ranked number of the squire.

Especially that old Valen, Paul asked, but is the father of his own that the chief of the training division, Lieutenant Bourgogne.

“What a son you have had!”

Paul said then, shaking his hand. “My generals have all praised Bourgain, conscientious and courageous, a good and loyal soldier.”

“Lord Greiman is really over-acclaimed.”

Although his mouth was modest, Paul still remembered the flicker of smugness in Old Valen’s eyes when he looked at him, as well as the smirk if any at the corner of his mouth.

During the banquet, Paul side-stepped the matter of tax reform, taking the opportunity to explore this group of landlords old money’s mouth. As expected, the banquet immediately shrouded in a layer of awkward atmosphere, the old money on his enthusiasm immediately reduced by three points.

However, in Paul’s mind, this is normal, if he brought up the tax reform, this group of people are still singing his praises, horse’s ass, that is called bizarre.

In fact, in the establishment of the Customs Union, according to Hansel’s “two steps forward, one step back” proposal, Paul then mentioned the tax reform, but that time it was only used to bargaining conditions, was discarded. Now Paul is rehashing the same old story, undoubtedly hitting them in the face.

The host of the banquet Fergus saw the atmosphere is not right, immediately diverged from the topic, we re-drinking and happy, after who did not mention anything to spoil the mood of the thing.

After the banquet was over, Paul rested in the manor for the night, and the next day came to the woodland in the company of Fergus, to start the real hunting.

(End of chapter)