Finally, the Venetians and the Unionists also experienced what it means to "there are people who are better at doing things" in Paratu.

When he arrived at the legion arsenal, there was no need for Wintersto to quarrel. The arsenal quickly agreed to replace the weapons and equipment for the Jeska brigade.

The hook gun was replaced with a brand new mesh gun and steel crossbow, and the sword shield and super long gun were replaced with ordinary spears and halberds. Lieutenant Colonel Jeska believed that the level of training of the militia was not worthy of being a sword shield.

According to the lieutenant colonel's requirements, the number of militia using shooting weapons increased to half of the total number.

Now each hundred people have three musketeers and two crossbowmen.

The Armory Chief waved his pen and approved it to more than twenty pieces of armor, so Winters had another tent under his armour.

Previously, the arsenal only sent one kilogram of lead to each musketeer, and it could melt into more than thirty lead bullets without considering the maximum amount of fire consumption.

Although there are not many shooting trainings in the regular army, each of them has more than thirty lead bullets and a total of six barrels of gunpowder, which makes the three lieutenants dare not use it at all.

The only shooting training that Winters's musketeers had so far was to take turns shooting into the open space.

The purpose is to make these militia who were farmers not long ago familiar with the gunshots and fires, so that they should not be scared when they shoot.

But this time, the Legion Arsenal sent 600 kilograms of lead and 60 barrels of gunpowder to the Jeska brigade in one breath, and it was very meaningless to use all of you to discuss it again.

When the new equipment was brought back, the young men cheered. Dusak, especially, was competing to be a armored halberd and a musketeer.

But Winters felt a little worried.

Pierre was originally made up of the sword and shield player, but now the Jeska team no longer retains the sword and shield soldiers. Mr. Michelle didn't want to be a spearman, so he came to ask Winters to let him play with muskets.

"What's wrong? Sir." Pierre excitedly found the centurion, but found that the other party frowned and looked serious: "There are new guns, new armor, and enough gunpowder and lead pipes. Why do you feel unhappy?"

"Is the farmers feeding oats to make the pig happy?" Winters asked coldly: "What are you happy about? Are you still owing ten whips?"

...

According to the command of the captain, the punishment will be executed before dark.

Just moved the new weapon back to the camp from the armory, followed by whipping.

In the Palatu army, whipping was not made of ordinary horse whips or hemp ropes, but soft whips that were woven from leather strips and were nearly two meters long.

Before using the torture whip, you need to soak it in vinegar to ensure that every whip can make the tortured person feel unhappy.

Four grape-sized shot puts are tied to the tip of the whip, increasing the power of the whip.

The torture whip is held in the hands of an experienced military police. One whip can make people lose their skin. Ten whip can knock people to death. Thirty whip can beat people to death.

Militia in the three towns gathered in the small schoolyard to watch the punishment.

Lieutenant Montane walked into the school ground with a torture whip. He was still acting as a tough guy before, comforting Pierre, "What's the whip?" Vahika suddenly found that his knees were trembling involuntarily.

The punishment in the military camp is very simple, physical labor, riding a Trojan horse - marching, whipping, and hanging on each leg.

Holding the torture whip in his hand, Winters felt a little uncomfortable.

This torture instrument was sent to Winters from the first day he arrived at the Fengshi City Camp, but he had never moved it.

In fact, Winters' most severe punishment for these boys he brought from Wolf Town was nothing more than manual labor.

"Come first!" Winters gritted his teeth and began to call out with a calm face: "Vahika Morozov!"

Wahika, with a pale face, walked out of the queue.

"Tie him!"

The two gendarmes of the Montane Hundreds, Charles and Heinrich, were ordered to act.

They took Vahika to the side of the cart, and made him kneel in front of the wheels, and tied his hands tightly to the cart with hemp rope.

Shir sympathized and patted Vahika on the shoulder speechlessly. Heinrich took a towel and let Vahika bite it. The two military policemen then turned around and walked away.

Now only Vahika is left.

There was only a car board with dirt in front of him, and behind him were the whip and other people's gazes that would come at some point.

Great humiliation and fear swallowed him.

The sound of breaking through the air fell on the body first than the whip, followed by a severe pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow. Vahika's breathing stopped suddenly. Before he could recover, the second whip came again.

The two-meter-long torture whip was very difficult to use. Winters gritted his teeth and whipped one after another without any effort.

He now finally understood why the one-eyed Lieutenant Colonel asked him to execute himself - Jeska not only wanted to whip the Wolf Town militia, but also whip the Wolf Town centurion.

The lieutenant colonel was saying to him: "Look at it carefully, this is the soldier you lead."

The whip was not only whipped on Vahika, but also on his face. The militia discipline was scattered. Isn’t it a responsibility for ineffective restraint?

Vahika could not help but speak out in the first three whips.

At the fourth whip, Vahika began to scream inhumanely.

The seventh whip began, and the screams gradually became weaker. In the end, the sound of the whip whipping on the back could only be heard on the school ground.

After fifteen whips, the bloody and unconscious Vahika was scattered and unconscious by Shir and Heinrich.

"This is military law! No matter whether you are a militia or a warrior!" Winters held the whip lever tightly and yelled at the school ground: "Leave the camp privately, whip it! Steal, fight cowardly, hang it! Defection, relatives are in charge!"

There was a silence in the queue.

"Next!"

Another militia who left the camp privately was tied to a punishment frame, and the terrifying whipping sounded again.

Lieutenant Colonel Jeska was not even present. After twelve years of overseas dispatch, he had too many people to see him.

While Lieutenant Montane was swinging the torture whip vigorously, the Lieutenant Colonel was having a drink with his classmates and friends.

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The second day after the whipping.

The sun is bright and the weather is slightly cool.

On the playground outside Shuangqiao Camp, the sound of muskets fired from time to time.

Mars are everywhere and smoke is everywhere.

Winters yelled: "Collapse the stand!"

The musketeer who had just opened fire quickly pulled the wooden fork from the ground. The fork stand is a sharpened wooden stick at both ends, with an iron hook at one end to hold the gun rod.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Gun on the shoulder!"

Hearing the order, the musketeers hurriedly put their guns on their shoulders.

A militia accidentally pointed at the person next to him when collecting his gun, and the sergeant behind him rushed over and gave a hard stick.

"Never point the gun at other people! Except for the enemy!" Winters glanced at the movement over there and shouted: "Before checking, you will never know whether the lead in the gun chamber was shot out!

The militia held up muskets and dared not move.

"Put down the gun! Check the chamber!" Winters continued to order.

The musketeers put the butt stock on the ground, pulled out the strips, and stabbed them carefully into the barrel.

"Sir!" A militia reported with a sad face: "My whole strip is not inserted into the place, it seems to be silent."

Dumb fire is a common situation for muskets. The pot outside the barrel clearly splashes everywhere, but the launching medicine inside the barrel is not ignited.

There are always musketeers who are too nervous to notice the silence of fire. They will stuff new gunpowder and lead bullets above the first lead bullet.

Someone once picked up a musket on the battlefield of Vicksburg, and seven unfired lead bullets were stuffed into the chamber.

Repeat the loading, at the least, it will continue to be silenced, and at the worst, it will be directly blown up.

Therefore, there is a mark on the musketeer's entire bar. If the mark is at the muzzle when the entire bar is inserted into the deepest part of the gun chamber, it proves that the lead has been shot out.

If the mark is one finger wide from the muzzle, then the musketeer will be in trouble.

Winters walked to the sad-faced militia and took the musket: "What's the matter with a panic? Just recharge the medicine and shoot."

He poured gunpowder into the medicine pool, pressed the pool cover, and hung the fuse again for the musket - the impact force of the medicine pool burned will break the fuse or even blow it out, which is also a troublesome thing when using the fuse gun.

Then, he pulled the pool cover again and pulled the firing rod. The dark red fuse tip ignited the medicine pool and was instantly blown away from the rope clamp by air waves.

This time the launching medicine in the gun chamber was successfully ignited, and a small ball of smoke and dust aroused from the mound in the distance.

"Okay." Winters threw the musket back to the militia and issued a new order loudly: "Cleaning the chamber!"

The musketeers took out a piece of rag and rolled it on the strip to start wiping the barrel.

In actual combat, you don’t need to wipe the barrel every time you fire, but now it’s training, so of course you have to do a full set.

Looking at the busy militiamen, Winters sighed secretly.

In the infantry exercise script revised six years ago, the shooting process of the mezzanine gun has twenty-five steps, which is carefully broken down into forty-two movements.

The complete shooting process is much more complicated than "reloading and firing".

And the longest sentence that the militia in front of us has ever recited in their lives... is probably the Lord's Prayer.

Just by not letting them light themselves up, Lieutenant Montane was already worried.

But it's not their fault. They were just diligent farmers two months ago, and many of them hadn't even touched muskets two days ago.
To be continued...