My Italian

These days, the Ciampino Barracks is full of lively shouts. The officers and soldiers of the Third Guards Regiment, adapted from the original Red Shirts, are undergoing severe training here.

A lot of content made the officers and soldiers of the Fourth Regiment of the Ninth Division of the Army who were originally stationed here feel a chill.

For example, in a fast march with heavy loads, their fast march is to carry 20 kilograms of guns, ammunition, water bottles and other equipment for 20 kilometers. Every time they go down, they are tired like a dog.

The group of people in the military camp carried 35 kilograms of equipment and traveled 35 kilometers. Of course, these people were not refreshed when they ran down, and they were equally tired like dogs.

And every day these people get up in the morning and turn off the lights at night. They are properly arranged, and they don't have a quarter of an hour for themselves. It's like training them into robots.

But these people's perseverance is really good, not one of them can't stand it and quit.

"Now start the running practice, aim for forty laps, and all turn to the right. Get ready, start!"

Under the order of the training officer, the officers and soldiers of the 3rd Guards Regiment in khaki military uniforms immediately started running forward under the order. The uniform movements and the masculinity of the officers and soldiers bring a strong sense of solemnity.

In a place where the training officers and soldiers could not see, Carlo, the king, was watching the training of the officers and soldiers of the Third Guards, accompanied by Lieutenant Colonel Tver Pulev, the head of the 3rd Guards.

Lieutenant Colonel Pulev was Caro's handpicked commander. He graduated from the Turin Artillery Engineering School and has successively served as artillery platoon commander, artillery company commander, deputy battalion commander, and battalion commander. And participated in the Second and Third War of Independence, with excellent performance.

After the reunification of Italy, in view of Lieutenant Colonel Pulev's performance, he was transferred to the Guards as infantry battalion commander and deputy commander.

Later, when the Guards Third Regiment was formed, Carlo took a fancy to him as the first head of the newly formed Third Regiment.

The reason why Carlo took his fancy to him is very simple. Lieutenant Colonel Pulev is a pure soldier with all the virtues of a soldier, and he never makes political remarks or contacts any political groups, and he just ponders military theories when he has nothing to do. Behaviors such as practicing military plans, etc., won Carlo's approval.

As for the soldiers, it is better to be pure.

"How are these officers and soldiers trained?"

Carlo looked at the officers and soldiers who had been trained to the point of sweating, and asked Pulev.

"Your Majesty, the training is not bad. In more than a month of training, the compliance rate was 87.1%."

Although he didn't know what the compliance rate was in Pulev's mouth, Carlo did not intend to continue to ask, but asked other questions of concern.

"How many people are left in this group?"

Although Carlo's question was a little unclear, how could Lieutenant Colonel Pulev not know the meaning of Carlo's words.

"Your Majesty, there are 1,309 people currently training in the military camp."

Lieutenant Colonel Pulev's words made Carlo look a little unsightly.

"I remember there were 1513 people at the beginning, right?"

Although Carlo used interrogative sentences, the certainty of the tone in his words was unmistakable.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Facing Carlo's question, how could Lieutenant Colonel Pulev, the head of the third regiment, not be aware of the reason?

I saw him explain. "Your Majesty, there were indeed 1,513 people who arrived in Rome at the beginning, but in the subsequent endurance training, only 1,417 people met the standards of the Guards. In addition, during the training for more than a month, they quit due to injuries, violated military regulations, and quit by themselves, etc. The reason, there are 108 people."

Pulev's words made Carlo calm down his emotions. Of course, with Pulev's explanation alone, he didn't dare to believe it completely.

And Pulev saw that His Majesty in front of him didn't say anything, and he let go of his heart.

This is not to say that Pulev concealed anything, but that there was an accident at the time, which greatly reduced the number of people.

Everyone knows that recruit training is hard, but this time the training was especially hard because of the army's intervention.

Since it is too hard, there will be resentment, and most people's way of dealing with resentment in the military camp is to self-regulate. If they can't adjust, they naturally want to give up, especially if they are allowed to quit.

However, this is only the idea of ​​most people, and some people are angry and do not want to quit like this, but want to get back in revenge.

It happened that there were a few resentful soldiers in the third regiment. On a dark and windy night for a month, several soldiers entered the room of the chief training instructor Cesar. So everyone knows what happened next. Several soldiers with bruised noses and bruised faces were **** on a high platform to show the public.

If Cesar was so easy to deal with, how could he deserve the title of his **** instructor.

As for these unlucky bastards, they were also kicked out of the barracks after being shown to the public, which naturally broke the agreement between Carlo and the military.

No one has anything to say about this, it is considered light to be kicked out in the army. Especially in the nineteenth century, only more than two decades have passed since the platoon shooting. Don't stress discipline and the majesty of officers during this period, the crime of offending officers is not small at all.

But for Pulev, there is no need to tell the king about this, it will make everyone look bad.

And because he not only knew the reason for the birth of his third regiment, but also the game between His Majesty and the military. Of course, a lot of information is not available to him at this level, but General Grove informed him.

General Grove is responsible for commanding the entire Guards. Although the Guards have only three regiments of nearly 10,000 troops so far, General Grove's status in the army is even higher than that of general commanders. After all It is the king's close minister, and it is inevitable to occupy a sufficient position.

After listening to Lieutenant Colonel Pulev's report, Carlo continued to observe the training of officers and soldiers. However, the training of the officers and soldiers was indeed a bit boring, and Carlo, who was very interested, couldn't help yawning after watching it for a long time.

The sharp-eyed Lieutenant Colonel Pulev suggested immediately after seeing the king showing impatience. "Your Majesty, why don't we go and see shooting training."

"Alright then, let's lead the way."

So under the leadership of Pulev, the group came to the shooting range to watch the shooting training.

"Crack, snap, snap."

"Thirty-five minutes."

The soldier reporting the target loudly reported the score, causing cheers to erupt from the scene.

This score is not very good. To be able to hit 35 points with four bullets at a distance of 200 meters is definitely the qualification of a sharpshooter.

"Haldane, it's amazing how steady your shooting is."

Ida Barry stepped forward and patted Cosenz on the shoulder, praising her friend.

However, as the shooter himself, Haldane Cosenz was somewhat dissatisfied with this. "I'm careless, the third bullet didn't take into account the wind, it was a little off, otherwise it shouldn't have landed on the eighth ring."

Hearing his friend's complaint, Barry said in surprise. "Forget it, Haldane, you are not satisfied with this, what should other people do."

Facing the words of his friend, Little Cosenz lowered his head and wiped his gun. He was holding an Italian standard Vitry M1870 rifle.

This gun has a smooth body, round handguard, plump butt, smooth and lively lines, and a touch of Florence's artistic atmosphere in its playfulness.

The bullet used with the Vitry rifle is 10.4x47R, a slightly weaker but fairly decent black powder bullet. (much better looking than Hans' 11mm Mauser and Rotman's 577/.450)

However, the operation of this gun is a bit offbeat. The Vitry rifle is equipped with a four-barreled clip. At first glance, it looks like a 11mm Manlixia clip. The rifle clips of the same period are all five rounds, but this one is short. This is still a little weird, and there is a small rope on the clip. After the magazine is pressed into the gun, the shooter then pulls the rope and pulls the magazine out. And that's not all, as a spinner rifle, its locking tenon is on a separate rotating segment behind the bolt, and the bolt body does not rotate.

Well, this Italian standard rifle is not highly rated in the army.

However, because the propellant is in the wave of replacing black powder with smokeless powder, the Italian army can only use this gun at present.

Of course, the research and development of the new gun has already been discussed in the army. I believe that within ten years, there will be a new standard rifle in Italy.

But these are not important to Little Cosenz, because his performance just now was seen.

"Cosenz, come here."

Cosenz, whose name was called, looked up to see his training instructor calling him, and by his side were Commander Pulev and other officers. Strangely, they were all surrounded by a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boy~www.wuxiamtl.com~ But for Cosenz, he didn't pay much attention to it and ran over immediately.

"Sergeant Cosenz, come to report."

Arriving in front of this group of people, Cosenz immediately saluted and reported loudly. The biggest impression he felt after living in the military camp for more than a month was that he needed to report wherever he went.

After the instructor returned the salute, the boy asked. "Your name is Cosenz?"

"Yes sir, my name is Haldane Cosenz from Palermo."

Cosenz's answer satisfied the teenager. "Nice to meet you, Sergeant Cosenz. Your marksmanship is impressive."

Although he didn't understand why the boy said this, seeing the officers surrounding him, Cosenz wisely didn't make any inappropriate remarks.

"Thank you for your praise, this is the result of the instructor's training."

After Cosenz finished speaking, he clearly felt the joy of the instructor. Although he still did not change his face, he could still feel the praise in his eyes.

"Sergeant Cosenz, go back."

"Yes!"

How did Haldane Cosenz come and go.

Carlo retracted his gaze and said something to Lieutenant Colonel Pulev beside him. "The effect of training is very good."

"Your Majesty, you're welcome."

Next, Carlo continued to observe several other trainings of the third regiment, all of which were not bad. It can be seen that hard work has been put in training, and the soldiers are also working very hard.

Satisfied, Carlo left in the farewell of the officers of the 3rd regiment.

On the carriage, Carlo thought of the young man he saw today, and couldn't help but mutter to himself. "Jordan Cosenz, also from Palermo."

There was a smile on his face.