Volume 1: The Rise of Elanhill Chapter 0043 Pistol
A sharp shovel was inserted into the soft soil, and Kasa's high-quality military boots stepped hard on the shovel, raising a shovel of soil.
Since the trade with the grassland empire, the price of leather products in Ireland Hill has continued to decline: but the daily necessities and military products made of leather are increasing.
Whether it was military boots, bullet bags, or belts, the leather products on every Elanhill grenadier were getting better and better. Even the newly formed infantry regiments were equipped with the latest belts.
Kasa was the most elite soldier selected from among all the soldiers. He carried a heavy bag and enough grenades on his back, and the long bayonet on his waist swayed left and right with his movements.
"Crack!" With the second shovel, a small hole had been dug out of the flat land. Kasa was still repeating his actions, because he was ordered to dig a foxhole here.
This is a new defense mode. Every soldier must learn how to build this simple defensive fortification: everyone knows how to dig pits, but why digging pits can reduce casualties, only the lord knows.
Oh, no, now I have to call him His Majesty Grand Duke Chris. Kasa corrected himself in his mind, but still did not stop the work in his hands. Because the engineer shovel was so easy to use, he quickly built a good foxhole.
The surrounding soil was piled up to form a low circular breastwork. With the help of the shallow pit below, Kasa could easily hide his body. He shrank into the foxhole and adjusted his rifle.
Like many soldiers in the 20th century, he rested his rifle on the dirt, creating a small crenel, convenient and safe, through which he could see what was happening ahead.
Only a little bit of the top of the M42 helmet was exposed, so Kasa could see everything directly in front of him, allowing him to fire safely and attack enemies in the distance.
"Very good!" Chris walked past Kasa with his hands behind his back, and looked at the veteran from the Seris territory with satisfaction. This man had fought with him in the Battle of the Eastern Forest and the Battle of Ferry City. He was a very good soldier.
Kasa's technical movements were very standard, which made Chris, who came to train them every day, very happy. After the establishment of 14 infantry regiments, Chris selected the seedlings from these infantry regiments and formed the 15th regiment, which is the teaching regiment in front of him.
He personally trained this regiment, instilling combat knowledge of modern warfare in them, and even required them to attend night school every night to improve their cultural knowledge.
It can be said responsibly that this teaching group is actually a military academy. Chris hopes that he can quickly train military talents and spread his tactical ideas to the grassroots level.
After all, Chris didn't want to see the kind of war mode where the Mauser 98K rifle was used to fire three-stage shots and stand and fire to eliminate cavalry - it was too embarrassing, and he didn't want anyone to mention such a victory at all.
"This action is very standard! And the speed is very fast too! Write it down! At night, put him in the front row!" Chris looked at Casa in the foxhole and instructed the officer who was in charge of recording .
"What's your name?" The officer, who seemed to have some impression of him, asked Kasa in the foxhole, holding a notebook.
"Report!" Kasa, who was already used to it, stood up from the foxhole, leaned on his rifle, raised his chin, pressed his right fist against his chest, and answered loudly: "Sir! My name is Kasa! Demonstration soldier of the 1st Battalion, 1st Company, 1st Platoon, 1st Squad, 1st Class! Answer completed!"
Chris was even more satisfied after hearing this resounding answer. No wonder this soldier's technical movements were so standard, it turned out that he was the top soldier of the 1st Company of the 1st Battalion, which was not surprising at all.
Those who can be placed in the 1st Company are all the best talents selected with the greatest care. These soldiers may not know it themselves, but Chris is training them according to the instructions of the regiment commander.
Every night, Chris would dine with the soldiers, teach them how to apply the knowledge they had learned, and instill some management and scheduling knowledge into their subconscious minds.
If the 100,000 Wehrmacht troops were the backbone of Germany's rise, then the teaching corps was destined to be the backbone of Ireland Hill. Each of these soldiers could go out and take charge of their own affairs, directly serving as a platoon leader or even a company commander of an ordinary infantry regiment.
"Do you know why we dug this foxhole?" Chris suddenly asked curiously. He felt that it was not a bad thing to test his students occasionally.
"To increase firepower and protect ourselves!" Kasa immediately replied with his chin raised.
"How do we unleash our firepower?" Chris continued to ask.
Kasa immediately replied, "Once we are equipped with more weapons, we can effectively annihilate the enemy in front of us by building a multi-layered defense line with trenches and foxholes."
When answering this question, Casa even felt that his notes were right in front of him: he would review that notebook every night, which contained many of the things Chris said in class.
Chris was very satisfied with Kasa's answer. As long as there was one person who understood what he was saying, then the classes he taught by candlelight every night would be meaningful.
"Very good! Kasa!" Chris reached out and patted Kasa on the shoulder: "Promote him to squad leader of the training class. Promote Kasa to squad leader! We need soldiers like this!"
His words startled the recording officer for a moment, then he nodded in obedience and said, "Yes, Your Majesty! We still have at least seven soldiers who have met the promotion criteria."
"Let's go! Let's go and check out the second one!" Chris held the new weapon on his waist and walked towards the defensive position on the other side.
It was a sleek Colt Peacekeeper revolver, a weapon of very simple design and extremely reliable: the only thing that kept Chris from getting one so late was the old problem of insufficient ammunition production.
Until recently, after opening the seventeenth bullet production factory, Chris finally started producing 9mm caliber pistol bullets and began to produce pistols for individual use.
The production process of this pistol is very simple. Compared with the Mauser 98K rifle, which has higher process requirements, this pistol, which was born in the 19th century, can be described as "very easy to produce."
However, Chris did not directly take out the original Colt revolver with a caliber of .45, because he did not want the future submachine gun to choose this large-caliber pistol bullet.
Having seen the complete technology tree, Chris prefers 9mm pistol bullets, because this can distinguish future submachine guns from assault rifles without worrying about waste.
After all, the useful submachine guns in the future will all be of 9mm caliber, and the functions of large-caliber submachine guns will be completely replaced by assault rifles that use half-power ammunition.
The improved Colt revolver is smaller and fires 9mm bullets. Although it is less powerful, it is more convenient to carry.
Because of this, this pistol became the favorite of Ireland Hill's top management as soon as it came out: from Chris to Des, from Wagron to Wilkes, almost everyone was equipped with such a pistol.
The subsequent equipment work also began, and all officers were equipped with such weapons. However, due to tradition, these officers still had to wear their own long swords, which looked a bit out of place.
More advanced military uniforms have also been designed. Chris lengthened the hem of the Zhongshan suit and changed it into a style similar to a windbreaker, so that it looks more harmonious when tied with a belt.
The cuffs, collars, shoulders and arms of officers are clearly distinguished from soldiers. The purpose of this is to allow officers to wear helmets on the battlefield, and after wearing helmets, they can still be quickly distinguished from soldiers.
Chris believed that there were no snipers on the other side, so there was no need to worry about the risk of officers being killed by snipers. Therefore, all officers used bright yellow silk threads to show the patterns of distinguishing military ranks on their cuffs. Chris used this tradition from modern European armies, and the purpose was simple: to look good and be eye-catching.
His own military uniform is quite different because it is bright yellow with gold patterns. This is also the only yellow military uniform in Ailan Hill.
According to Chris's plan, the future Air Force will have red uniforms, the future Navy will have white uniforms, and the Army will have gray uniforms - as for camouflage, it will not be included in the regular uniforms.
Winter has come, and although it has not snowed, the temperature is already very low. Soldiers have been issued wool sweaters, which can be used to cope with the current weather.
As for when it's colder, the soldiers will be issued with cotton clothes: now Chris finally understands why it's so expensive to keep a soldier. Des said that every grenadier in Ailan Hill was built with money, and that's true.
Apart from the expensive Mauser 98K rifle and its matching ammunition, each piece of equipment of the Irish Hill Grenadier costs about 5 gold coins.
Most of the gold coins that Desel brought and those earned from the grassland have been turned into supplies and distributed to these soldiers.
And each of their enemies' soldiers only needed a set of cheap armor and a worthless spear - about one gold coin per person was enough.
Therefore, it is impossible for the grenadiers of Ailan Hill to be defeated by the soldiers of the Mortal Empire. Because even without taking into account the gains brought by technological progress, the cost of an Ailan Hill grenadier is five times that of their enemies!
