On the school field of the Qiongzhou recruit camp, the recruits were lined up in a neat square formation. Liu Baorui stood in the middle of the line with a brand-new flintlock pistol on his shoulder, his face showing joy.

The time goes back to more than a month ago, and the recruits who have passed three months of training stand on the school field and line up in a square formation.

First, Liu Qi spoke, and then according to each team of 100 people, the skills training of different arms was carried out.

The two brothers, Chen Shuigen and Liu Baorui, both survived three months of recruit training and officially became soldiers through the assessment. Together, the two brothers became the new musketeers of the same musketeers.

Zhao Haisheng, the general of the musket team, led the recruits to a corner of the school field and walked in front of the two Portuguese instructors.

"Report to the instructor! Humble Zhao Haisheng came to report with the second musket team! Zhao Haisheng shouted loudly.

The tall Portuguese instructor in red clothes and with a full beard had a straight face, and looked at Zhao Haisheng without any expression for a long time before he said coldly: "Zhao Haisheng, return to the team!" ”

"Yes!" Zhao Haisheng retreated to the team.

The other shorter Portuguese instructor shouted, "All of them!" Attention! At ease! Sit down! ”

"Whoa" all the new musketeers sat neatly on the floor.

The short Portuguese instructor picked up a brand-new flintlock pistol and showed it to the recruits in both hands: "Do you know what kind of weapon this is?" ”

"Bird's Gun!"

"Tessie Bird!"

"Rumpy!"

"How could it be Rumi? It's a bird! ”

"It's not like that, why isn't there a place to hang the arquebus?"

The recruits had different opinions, each with their own opinions.

Chen Shuigen asked: "This should be a Franc machine bird gun, right?" ”

"Self-Fired Firebolt!" Liu Baorui shocked the audience.

The Portuguese instructor pointed at Liu Baorui: "This little brother is right!" It's a self-generated firebolt! No need for an arquebus! It also has a scientific name, called the dog-lock flintlock pistol, also known as the impact flintlock pistol, which is the most advanced musket! ”

Heard the instructor praise Liu Baorui. Many people are not convinced. You must know that among the recruits who have passed the test, Liu Baorui is the one with the worst grades, and he is the first from the bottom of the list, but he is just a barely qualified recruit. You must know that in the three-month recruit training, Liu Baorui didn't know how much punishment he had suffered, and he also affected many partners. However, the recruits were unconvinced, hindered by the majesty of the instructors. No one dared to sigh, let alone question, but looked at him with disdain in his eyes.

Next, Portuguese instructors began to teach recruits how to use this musket.

"Look, everybody! This is a self-generated fire bolt that hasn't been reloaded! The Portuguese instructor pointed to the gun and said, "Now, I'm going to tell you about the construction of this gun!" ”

The Portuguese instructor first explained the various parts of the flintlock musket, and then pointed to the various parts of the gun to test everyone. Basically, no one answered the wrong position of pointing to the barrel, trigger, crosshair, primer pool, and butt. Finally, the Portuguese instructor pointed to the dog-lock flintlock flintlock gun and asked, "Excuse me, what is this position called?" I just explained it to you! See if you remember! ”

"Bolt!"

"Flintlock!"

"Lighters!"

"Dog lock!"

"Self-made lighter!"

Several recruits had different answers.

"Dog-lock flintlock guns!" Liu Baorui replied loudly.

"Not bad! This little brother has a bright mind. Learn fast! The Portuguese instructor smiled with satisfaction, "The rest of you are actually correct in their answers, but the answers are all separated!" The answer is incomplete when it is separated! So you're all wrong! Only this little brother answered correctly! ”

The Portuguese instructor picked up the gun and pulled the trigger continuously, and the dog-lock bolt continuously made a "pop" collision sound under the action of the spring. Afterwards, the instructor picked up a flint. Put in the bolt and pull the trigger. I saw sparks erupt from the primer pool.

"Look! The function of this dog-lock flintlock gun is to collide with the flint and ignite the primer in the primer pool, thereby triggering the gunpowder in the chamber and firing the projectile! This dog-lock bolt is also called a crash bolt. It is much more advanced than the previous revolver flintlock gun machine, with a small trigger force and a high ignition rate! Because most of the flintlock muskets in the West are now revolver flintlock pistols, there is no way to replace the arquebus. Said the Portuguese instructor.

Then the Portuguese instructor began to demonstrate how to reload the bullets: first, the gun was held on the ground with the muzzle facing up. Take out a fixed paper shell bullet, bite through the paper shell, pour gunpowder through the muzzle, stuff the projectile into it, and compact it with a whole strip. Then open the lid of the medicine pool, pick up the pointed medicine introduction pot, squeeze in the introduction medicine, and then close the introduction cap.

"In this way, the gun is fully loaded, and as long as it is aimed at the target, it can be fired!" The Portuguese instructor picked up the gun and aimed at the target twenty paces away, "Look at my posture, the three-point line, the front sight, the tail of the gun, and the target form a line, and then pull the trigger!" ”

"Bang" a gunshot rang out, and a puff of white smoke erupted from the muzzle.

The two soldiers brought the target of the gun over, only to see a black hole appear in the bull's-eye.

"To hit the target, the key is three points and one line! Now I'm going to give everyone a wooden gun and start training the basics! The Portuguese instructor shouted.

For the next month, Liu Baorui, like his companions, each held a wooden gun, hung a brick from the muzzle, and stood there or half-squatted, practicing aiming at the target. If someone can't hold on, the muzzle is down, or the gun is shaking badly, the instructor whips it mercilessly.

After a month of aiming training, the musketeers are finally ready to start firing live ammunition.

On the school ground, the recruits lined up in a neat formation. Today is the happiest day for the new musketeers, as their coveted weapons have been issued and they will begin their live-fire training. Previously, they had also been trained to reload, but the guns they used were borrowed, and they were divided into three platoons for training, and they were fired in platoon according to the instructor's orders.

"Wang Junmen has arrived!" There were shouts from outside.

Wang Xinyu, who was wearing white helmets and white armor and riding a white horse, walked into the new barracks surrounded by the pro-soldier team.

Wang Xinyu walked up to the platform, looked around, and then spoke: "Brothers! You are all highly trained recruits! A month ago, you passed your first exam! Today is the second assessment! If you can't pass the assessment. will be demoted to an auxiliary! Okay, I'm not going to say more, let your instructor speak! ”

Liu Qi stood up, raised his voice and said loudly: "Today, Wang Junmen will personally come to assess you!" You rabbit cubs, all fight for Lao Tzu! I hope each and every one of you will pass the test! ”

Next, recruits of various classes of troops will be assessed.

Gongs and drums rang out on the school grounds. The shouts of killing were repeated again and again, and the pikemen, long knife soldiers, long halberd soldiers, and short knife soldiers lined up one after another, and conducted drills under the command of the instructor.

The instructors looked at these recruits with harsh eyes, some of them caused chaos in the queue, and their postures were different from others, they were ruthlessly pulled out by several veterans, announced by the instructors, and then sent to the auxiliary barracks. Of course, they still have a chance. If you can come back and train for three months again, you're starting all over again.

The musketeers marched to the shooting range in a neat formation, under the beat of the drums and the instructions of the instructors. Following the instructor's command, a platoon of musketeers stepped forward, raised their guns, and pulled the trigger on the target.

Gunfire roared. White smoke rises from the school grounds.

The musketeers who had finished firing in the first row automatically retreated, nervously reloading their bullets. Then the musketeers in the second row stepped forward. Aim at the target and pull the trigger. The second row of musketeers finished firing, and the third row of musketeers came up and fired again.

After loading, the musketeers were ordered by the instructor to fire a second round.

With three rounds of lined volleys, the musketeers performed quite satisfactorily, in a group queue of shots. No one was eliminated, and all passed the collective assessment.

The next thing to be carried out is the assessment of individual soldier skills, this assessment is to select more outstanding soldiers, and the best who pass the assessment will be incorporated into the most elite troops. Ordinary soldiers are incorporated into ordinary troops. Even if the individual soldier has a relatively poor score, he will not be eliminated, but will be sent to the second-line troops. Because the most important thing on the battlefield is collectivity, individual martial arts is no longer so important.

The first is the assessment of the cold weapon team, all kinds of cold weapon soldiers are called out one by one, demonstrated, and then ranked according to the results, selected to be sent to different units.

It was the turn of the musketeers to assess the individual soldiers, and the musketeers were divided into ten teams, each team of ten people, and there was a gun target twenty paces away in front of each person, and the individual shooting results were assessed.

The first row of ten new muskets with guns in hand lined up, and Chen Shuigen was among them.

Behind each recruit is a target announcer, who uses an hourglass to calculate how quickly the recruits can reload. After the recruits have completed ten rounds of launches, the target reporter has to go to the front to observe the target and grade the shooting results.

The Portuguese instructor shouted: "Reload! ”

The recruits quickly loaded their muskets with gunpowder and bullets, and after loading, they picked up their guns and aimed them at the target.

"Fire!" The Portuguese instructor roared.

The musket made a deafening roar, the muzzle of the gun spewed white smoke, the target twenty paces away in front of the musketeer trembled slightly, and the bullets fired by everyone hit the target.

"Second Round Reload!"

The recruits nervously loaded gunpowder and bullets, compacted them with strips, filled the primer pool, and then fired a second round. There were ten rounds of shooting, and after the first row of recruits had finished ten rounds, they stood there and waited for the results.

"Zhao Gou'er, thirty-one rings! Average reload speed of twenty-three seconds! "The target reporter reported the results of the first person. The results of the recruits are calculated not only for marksmanship, but also for the speed of reloading gunpowder.

"Liu Zhuzi, thirty-two rings! The average reload speed is twenty-six seconds! Then the results of the second person were also reported.

"Zhong Ping, twenty-nine rings! The average reload speed is twenty-two seconds! ”

"Jiang Tao, thirty rings! Twenty-five seconds average reload speed! ”

It was Chen Shuigen's turn soon, and he was extremely nervous. Because his grades are related to whether he can enter the most elite troops, if his grades are not good, he is likely to enter the second-line troops, so that there is no chance to go to the battlefield to kill the Tartars, and he will not be able to avenge his relatives.

"Chen Shuigen, forty-one rings! Average reload speed, sixteen seconds! "An amazing result!

The flintlock pistol of that year, the accuracy was very poor, twenty steps, and it was already very powerful to be able to score such a result!

"Congratulations, you're sure to be able to enter the most elite troops!" When Chen Shuigen returned to his team, his partners all cast envious glances at him.

The second team of ten came out of the ranks, ten rounds of shooting were conducted, and the instructors registered the results.

When Liu Baorui heard that "the third team is out of the ranks", he couldn't help but get excited, and walked out of the queue excitedly, walked to the shooting position, and waited for the instructor's order.

"Reload!"

Liu Baorui quickly loaded the gunpowder, and soon finished loading, he turned his head to look at both sides, and the people on both sides were still nervously loading bullets. By the time half a minute was up, everyone had already loaded.

"Fire!"

Hearing the Portuguese instructor's command, Liu Baorui pulled the trigger.

At the end of the ten rounds of shooting, Liu Baorui was nervous and waited for his results to come out. At this time, his heart had already risen to his throat, so that he did not hear the target reporter when he reported the results of others.

"Liu Baorui, fifty rings! Average reload speed, 12 seconds! "A result that is unique in the world was born!

"Wow!" The crowd let out a scream.

"That's amazing!" All the recruits looked at each other, but they didn't expect this guy who passed the recruit assessment with the last place to be shocked!

Wang Xinyu stood up and asked, "Your name is Liu Baorui, right?" ”

"Back to the military gate, exactly!"

"Good! I'll give you a new gun, and you and our Divine Machine Battalion will always have a try! As long as you can outsmart him or draw him, I'll let you into my most elite new class! Wang Xinyu said with a smile, and after speaking, he turned his head and shouted, "Gong Xiaoda, out of the ranks!" ”

"No!" Gong Xiaoda stood up.

Wang Xinyu said to Li Rui again: "Go to my house and get those two new guns!" ”

"Whoa!" Li Rui stepped back.

"You two, just wait here!" Wang Xinyu looked at Liu Baorui with a smile and thought to himself: This is a treasure! As long as you train well, you will definitely become the sniper who kills the most Tartar generals!

About a quarter of an hour later, Li Rui took Liu Er, Qing Ya, Wan Qing and a group of female soldiers who came to the new barracks. Among them, Qingya and Wanqing each carried a musket wrapped in cloth on their backs.

"Brother Gong, this gun is for you!" Qingya walked up to Gong Xiaoda and generously handed over the gun.

Wanqing, who was carrying another gun, didn't know who to hand over the gun to, and looked left and right for a long time, but heard Li Rui point at Liu Baorui and say, "Wanqing, give him the gun." ”

Wanqing walked in front of Liu Baorui and looked at this weak scholar for a long time, she couldn't believe that Wang Junmen would actually take a fancy to such a scholar. Just when she was stunned, she heard Li Rui shouting: "Wanqing, give him the gun!" ”

Wanqing took off the gun from her back and handed it over: "Here you go!" ”

"Thank you, girl!" Liu Baorui thanked him repeatedly.

"And this bullet box, take it too!" Wanqing took out another metal box and handed it over. (To be continued......)