Two weeks had passed since the Months of the Demons, and the snow had turned into a stream that flowed into the Redwater River.
After the white gauze had faded, the woods on both sides of the river had once again sprouted, and now it was full of green.
The land on the east side of the town had been baked by Anna, and was temporarily used by His Highness as a training ground for the First Army of Border Town.
In the field, Carter Lannis held the bayonet sleeve and twisted it twice to check whether the bayonet was securely installed.
This was a new invention invented by His Highness, but compared to the automatic operation of the black lump machine and the improved snow powder that could explode when ignited, this thing was too simple and crude. As soon as he held it in his hand, Carter knew that it was not a qualified weapon.
In essence, it was nothing more than a sharp triangular piece of iron, with the centerline as the datum, slightly folded. Although it had a blade, it was impossible to use it to cut the target – after being bent, the two sides of the blade were extremely short, the front was almost non-existent, and the back was only as wide as a thumbnail. Even if it was an enemy without armor, it might not even be able to cut through their clothes.
This weapon only had one use, and that was to stab, and it had to be connected to a gun before it could be used. Alone in the hand, it was even worse than a dagger.
Wasting a lot of pig iron to create a weapon with only one attack method, in the eyes of the Chief Knight, it was naturally a substandard work. If there was a blacksmith in his territory who dared to do this, he would tie him up and beat him severely.
But even with such a poor quality weapon, he could still see His Highness's originality in the details, such as the slot design of the sleeve, a groove with two right angles, as long as the small iron bar on the barrel was inserted, and then turned half a circle, the bayonet could be fixed on the barrel. This special shape of the groove made the sleeve and the barrel did not need to be very close to each other, and if the sleeve was too loose, some pieces of paper could be inserted and then rotated, if not, leaves could also be used.
"Put on the bayonet!"
Hearing the command, the members of the Flintlock Team who had been assigned a bayonet pulled out the blade from the bayonet bag strapped to their waist, and put on the barrel – the new weapon and the matching bayonet bag had been produced so far, and those who hadn't received it had to temporarily use a short wooden shaft as long as the gun.
This set of movements had been practiced for almost the whole morning, and now most people only needed two to three breaths to fix the bayonet. According to His Highness, this was the last struggle, and he did not want to see his subordinates enter a hand-to-hand combat. Carter disagreed with this statement, if they didn't personally stab the enemy, they were still inexperienced. If they didn't personally stab the enemy, they wouldn't be able to.
When Carter asked him to teach the soldiers how to practice assassination, he felt a little guilty. He had never heard of a bayonet before. What would he do if he didn't know how to use?
When His Royal Highness had asked Carter to teach the soldiers how to assassinate, he had felt a little guilty. He had never heard of such a thing as a bayonet, what if he didn't know how to use it? However, after seeing the prototype, he immediately became full of confidence. This was equivalent to a shorter spear, and due to the special nature of the blade, it was much easier to use than a spear.
The only advantage of the Bayonet was that it was easy to train. There was no chopping, lifting, blocking, or sweeping. There was only one movement, stabbing. The Chief Knight made all the members line up in several rows, and taught them the most suitable stabbing movement – standing with both legs forward and backward, bending their knees, and pushing their arms forward with all their strength.
This kind of repetitive training was extremely boring, but what made Carter amazed was that everyone was meticulously completing the stabbing movement. Before winter, they were still a group of weak and lazy civilians, but now they were performing very well. As soon as he shouted the command, they would immediately execute it. Training them was even more worry-free than training his subordinates. Of course, even if he gave them a sword, which was what His Highness called a "cold weapon," these people would still not be able to last more than three moves. But in terms of willpower, their progress was worthy of him taking a look at them.
After practicing for half an hour, Carter let the Flintlock Team sit down and take a short break. At this time, His Royal Highness also appeared in the practice field, and he was accompanied by a hooded woman. The Knight was not surprised, His Royal Highness had already told him in advance that today's practice would be carried out with the help of a witch.
However, the witch was really tall, at first glance she was almost as tall as His Royal Highness. Girls should be small, Carter thought. Then he let everyone stand up and salute His Royal Highness the 4th Prince.
"Your Royal Highness!" The soldiers raised their hands to their foreheads and shouted.
"You've worked hard," Roland nodded and walked over to the Knight's side. Just as he was about to speak, a big man suddenly rushed out of the team. Carter Lannis frowned and took a step in front of the Prince, his hand already on the hilt of his sword. Nightingale was the first to appear, grabbing Roland's arm. As long as the situation was slightly wrong, she could pull the Prince into the fog.
The big man who rushed out was Iron Axe.
He didn't run to the Prince, but instead knelt down in front of the woman. He didn't kneel on one knee like the mainland Kingdom, but rather his whole body on the ground, his head deeply buried between his arms. "Chief!"
The Flintlock Team's training was forced to stop.
*****
"Tell me, what's going on here?"
In the castle hall, Carter, Echo and Iron Axe stood in a row, while Roland sat in the main seat and asked with slight dissatisfaction.
Discipline, discipline! How many times have I emphasized that the army should have iron discipline! Not to mention the Chief, even if they saw the King, they shouldn't be moved. If they really have a request, they can report it. He couldn't help but sigh at the thought of Iron Axe's future. In the end, his cultural quality is not up to speed, and he can't thoroughly understand the meaning of discipline.
"Your Royal Highness," Iron Axe couldn't help but want to kneel, but before he could, he was stopped by Roland.
"Stand and speak!"
"… Yes," Echo swallowed and said, "Lady Silvermoon is the clan chief I served in Iron Sand City."
"No, Kabago, I'm not the chief …" Echo hurriedly said.
"No, you are," Iron Axe retorted, "After the death of your father and brother, according to Mojin custom, from that moment on, you are the chief of the Osha clan. I heard that you were sold to the Port of Clearwater, but I didn't find you there, I thought you were … dead. "
"But I-"
Roland interrupted Echo, "One by one, Iron Axe, you go first."
"Yes, Your Royal Highness."
…
This story was not complicated, Roland soon understood the general course of events.
Echo was originally a member of the Osha clan in Iron Sand City, her real name was Drow Silvermoon, and her father was the chief of the Osha clan.
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