Chapter 105 Royal Guards (II)

“As a Royal Army soldier, I am proud of fighting with them.”

"We were the first troops three years ago." Meng Huai smiled. "The Chinese seven-year light machine gun, designed by John Browning, is slow and 300 rounds per minute and fast and 600 rounds per minute. It is said that the experimental model was called the automatic rifle, but it was later changed to a light machine gun, with fifty rounds of drums for supplying bullets."

Zheng Yu was stunned. Browning? Browning automatic rifle? Bar?

As a fan of the puppet army, Zheng Yu couldn't not know this name. John Moses Browning, the greatest gun genius in the 20th century in the United States, and even the greatest gun genius in mankind.

Zheng Yu was still a little bit of a research on this gun master. He knew that this man was famous very early. Later, he fell in love with the Winchester Arsenal and joined the Belgian FN company. The pistol he designed, such as Colt 1911, has always been the main combat equipment of the US military. The famous Browning heavy machine gun was used until the Iraq War in his previous life. Even in that future battle, the pistol of the Serbian assassin who killed Prince Ferdinand was the Browning 1900 pistol.

This is a wizard.

Regarding light machine guns, Zheng Yu knew that Madson of Denmark in the early 20th century invented the world's first light machine gun. As for when each infantry squad of the US military was one to two bars in World War II, he only remembered that it seemed to be in the late stage of World War I. In fact, the prototype bar gun appeared in 1900 in that time and space, but no suitable customers were found. So it was not until the US military suffered a loss in World War I that it was re-finished and finally equipped in 1918. These were not something he, a half-baked guy, could not know.

However, since he traveled through time, he has become more immunized to many strange things, and has not spent much time thinking about what the problem is here.

At this time, Meng Huai had already asked the shooter to stop shooting. After saying something, the shooter handed the machine gun in his hand to Zheng Yu. Zheng Yu took it and looked at it. It was no different from the bars in the US World War II blockbuster. Then look at the butt stock. Under one crown is the letter "b".

Meng Huai next to him explained softly: "Royal Browning, this is the design company of Master Browning, and the royal family has a stake. The master is a national special expert funded by the royal family. The imperial standard heavy machine guns, light machine guns, pistols, etc. are all from the master."

Zheng Yu skillfully fiddled with it a few times and slowly found the feeling. It seemed that during the training camp in the Royal Guards of Gyeonggi two years ago, this body also fiddled with the gun, and the memory of the body was still there.

The shooter next to him looked at Zheng Yu in surprise: "Have you fiddled with this gun?"

Zheng Yu smiled and said, "I understand a little."

Zheng Yu shook his arms and said a few short points, and it seemed... he was basically beaten away. However, Zheng Yu did not show any embarrassment, but instead started playing more and more excitedly. Meng Huai seemed to be interested in relationship with this mysterious big Fola. He waved his hand and called the commander of the battalion headquarters and guided him step by step for a while. Sure enough, Zheng Yu's achievements have improved greatly. He turned around and asked sincerely: "What do you think?"

Meng Huai nodded: "It's hard to believe that you are a novice. At this level, you can't get a professional training in less than two or three months."

Zheng Yu was secretly proud and thought to himself that you have never seen the sniper trained by Brother CSS and Cross Fire...

He turned his head and saw the saber's expression of envy before, and smiled calmly: "How long have you been fighting?"

"I used to be a rifleman." The shooter smiled honestly, "I have been discharged from the army for two years. This time I returned to the army. The commander saw that I was big and asked me to be a light machine gun backup shooter. The commander said that the shooter was dangerous and consumed quickly, so we had to practice the backup. We had never played this gun before, so..."

Seeing that his face turned a little red, Zheng Yu smiled: "It's okay, practice makes perfect. How many bullets have you shot?"

"Play three drums at a time." The shooter said a little embarrassedly, "I have been practicing twice a week for a month."

Zheng Yu secretly smacked his tongue. One hundred and fifty bullets at a time, and one thousand two hundred eight times a month. This guy is a backup shooter, or the third or even the fourth shooter...

Meng Huai on the side said: "The training intensity of the new recruits in the three months of joining the battalion is the most intense and consumed the most. We made adjustments to the organization this time. Most of the basic non-commissioned officers and officers were mobilized to another newly formed army, and only some of the backbones were retained. These mobilized restoration soldiers had never touched the gun, so they could only conduct special training, and the bullet consumption was also greater."

Zheng Yu nodded: "How is this equipped?"

"We have two machine gun groups in each platoon. The battalion headquarters has four light machine guns for backup. The entire battalion has twenty-two light machine guns, which is more than twice as many as the A-type division of the National Defense Forces." Meng Huai replied.

“How about using it?”

"The firepower of the company and platoon has been greatly enhanced," Meng Huai admitted, "There are six light machine gun groups in the company, and the firepower coverage is more complete and the density is stronger. The new training outline is issued with the new guns, and the offensive and defensive width and depth of the entire army have been expanded, especially the width."

"Well, you think," Zheng Yu thought for a while, "Is the light machine gun sufficient?"

Meng Huai was slightly stunned, his face turned a little red, and later said, "In my opinion... it's best to push one class."

Zheng Yuha laughed.

"I also think that the arsenal wishes you each to stand up," he said half-truely, "It's a pity that the basic organization of our army will not be a division, but a battalion in the future."

"Automatic firearms are too stressful to log in, and it is also difficult to master them." Zheng Yu said, "Especially if the troops are used to automatic firepower and form dependence, the cost of fighting will be too high and the country cannot afford it."

He saw Meng Huai's face turned red and smiled again: "But don't worry, in the future, our country will be stronger, and the troops will have more and more automatic weapons. In the future, firepower will become more and more important in wars."

He suddenly remembered something and asked to the shooter: "By the way, what do you mean when you said that the shooter was dangerous?"

"Sir, the sir said that machine gunners have the highest casualty rate in previous battles, because the enemy is aiming at machine gun fire, so we have to train more backup shooters. Otherwise, once the battle continues and the casualties increase, our firepower will be prone to problems."

Zheng Yu raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you afraid?"

The Sagittarius looked at Zheng Yu with some surprise: "What are you afraid of?"

Zheng Yu was a little confused: "Didn't he say that Sagittarius is dangerous?"

"War is going to die." The Sagittarius's face turned red slightly, "Our Imperial Guards are the ones who died for His Majesty. They are martyrs who died in battle. What are you afraid of?"

Zheng Yu stared at the other party for a while, nodded, and said simply: "Okay."

Zheng Yu watched the company's training again. This was an offensive live ammunition target shooting. The soldiers launched a charge from a distance of 400 meters, rushing and shooting, and also tiring obstacles. He saw black and agile figures like fast-moving black panthers, appearing and disappearing in his sight, and gunfire one after another, Zheng Yu felt a sense of sternness in his heart.

There is also obstacle training, which is somewhat similar to the training grounds of the army in TV in previous lives. There are also trenches, barbed wire and high walls and single-wood shelves.

Although Zheng Yu had never been in the army in his previous life, he intuitively felt that this was definitely a well-trained and disciplined army. Although he had never seen any passionate patriotic slogans shouting, the unique shiny eyes, silent appearance, and precise tactical actions made him feel cold in his heart.

It was difficult for him to associate such a unit with the old China in his impression. The old Beiyang, Sichuan Army, Braided Screw Army, Dog Skin Hat Soldiers, Double Guns, Gui Army, and all these units seemed to be incomparable to the army in front of him, which was elite from organization to equipment to personal mental outlook and training level.

There is no doubt that this is an unprecedentedly powerful force that has never appeared in Chinese history.

The commander who brought them over said proudly: "Now, the soldiers under this army are almost all mobilized and restored veterans, and have not fully restored their combat effectiveness. If you see our former active veterans, then..."

Zheng Yu was stunned: "Where are those active veterans?"

"The other troops have been transferred." said the regiment commander, "This is all confidential. I don't know and I won't inquire. Our Imperial Guards' troops only care about one thing."

He stretched out his index finger and gestured: "Win every battle that needs to be won."

Zheng Yu nodded and exclaimed sincerely: "Very good."

Then he added: "It's very powerful."

Zheng Yu's eyes fell on a soldier who was running the obstacle: "This is..."

"The 81mm mortar is easy to carry. It is a battalion artillery company with three gun platoons, each with four compost groups. The barrel, gun mount, gun mount, and shells are all carried separately. This was installed six years ago. Before, the battalion's seven-five-stage cannon was used to provide front-line infantry fire support." The regiment commander explained, "The 81mm compost is lighter and has special effects on trenches. This is the Imperial Guard. The number of A-level divisions in the National Defense Forces is reduced by half, and the B-level divisions will be reduced by half."

Zheng Yu asked again: "How much firepower is the regiment artillery?"

"The Royal Guard's regiment artillery battalion should be absolutely top-notch in Europe." Meng Huai said proudly, "Six Seven Five Mountain Cannons and six 120 mm heavy mortars, and the firepower is beyond words. On the National Defense Forces, the A Division only has six Seven Five Mountain Cannons, and there are no heavy mortars. The B Division still uses the Seven Five-step Cannons."

Zheng Yu looked at the figure who was rising and falling with a cannon in his back, thinking that this empire won by playing firepower without playing the People's War. How could this trick be more and more towards the Iron Blood Empire of Yuelan Sword?

After leaving the training ground, Zheng Yu and others went straight to the regiment headquarters. A staff officer welcomed them in. Zheng Yu saw the busy scene inside, but he didn't think of boring thoughts such as the commander's erectile slightest slap in his face. A colonel with a sharp face put down the phone in his hand and greeted him, standing attentively saluting: "Seventh Regiment Commander Ding Feng."

The colonel from the liaison office replied with a greeting and then introduced: "These are..."

"I have received the notice." The regiment commander interrupted the colonel's words without hesitation, "Our department is conducting training. How to cooperate, the division headquarters designates the order of Director Chen."

Zheng Yu's eyes tilted on his face and smiled slightly: "How far is the farthest distance from the regiment headquarters in the army now?"

"About...5 kilometers, the first battalion was shooting targets, the artillery battalion was doing regular training, and the second and third battalions were training." The regiment commander said in a daze.

"I'll give you fifteen minutes." Zheng Yu said seriously, "within fifteen minutes, except for the combat readiness duty, I will see the entire group, no matter what. I'm gathering outside...."

The team leader was stunned.

"Enemy may come at any time." Zheng Yu stared at him and said, "You can think we are now setting out to fight. Fifteen minutes, now... twenty seconds have passed."

The regiment commander turned his head and shouted: "Send the messenger to drive to stop the second and third battalions, come here to gather immediately! Other troops, if there are phone calls, call them, if you can't find one, send the messenger immediately! Notify the search company to cooperate with all their strength!"

In an instant, the busy regiment headquarters exploded like a beehive that was attacked. More than a dozen telephones were thrust into the air. The staff officers acted in an orderly manner under the arrangement of the chief staff. A major began to quickly mark the location and draw routes on the defense map. The chief of staff wrote a warrant bit by bit, and the messenger quickly spread out.

Zheng Yu nodded with satisfaction.

"The division headquarters has issued an order to obey your dispatch." The regiment commander said solemnly, "I don't know your identity, but you can rest assured that you can let our regiment do anything except combat."

Zheng Yu nodded: "Very good."

Thirteen minutes later, Zheng Yu stood on the top of an armored car and nodded with satisfaction. The farthest training unit had just run to the regiment headquarters. The soldiers were neatly erected in front of the small square array while joining the column. Soon, the gaps in the square array were filled, and more than 3,000 soldiers lined up into a square array like knife, axe, and a black jungle suddenly appeared on the originally flat... the field. There were only long or short breathing sounds on the field, a gust of cold wind blew, and the blood-red battle flag was flying, but the black body was still motionless.

Zheng Yu's expression was particularly serious.

His eyes looked back and forth from front to back, from left to right, over and over again. After five minutes, he finally spoke slowly: "I, on behalf of your Majesty, come and see his loyal guards."

"You, you did not disappoint me, you did not disappoint His Majesty." Zheng Yu said, "Now, I order... to disband."

The commander looked at him in shock, but Zheng Yu frowned: "Didn't you hear it clearly?"

The leader's face changed and he shouted loudly: "Discondon!"

The square formation below the stage seemed to be slightly stunned, but soon evacuated in batches in order. The soldiers walked silently past the gun stand, retrieved their weapons, and then walked out in unison... The field was reorganized outside, and the commands were heard one after another, and there was no voice outside.

In just three minutes... the field returned to empty again, as if the black jungle just now was just an illusion.

The cold wind blows by.
Chapter completed!