Chapter 236 You Are Really Invincible

Standing behind the fence, Mitternich stood there in a daze.

On his side, the big-headed and thin-bodied cattails were swaying left and right in the strong wind.

The sound of the clockwork gun stopped, and the grassland that was filled with roars and screams returned to peace, but Mittenye still couldn't understand what was going on.

He clearly saw Andal rushing out like lightning, and in just a few steps he would be able to put his sword over the heads of the Savior Army soldiers.

He was ready to jump into the fence to stop Andal when he got angry.

Then, then...

Mitternich even doubted whether what he saw was a dream.

Amidst a crisp sound like popping beans, Mitternich clearly saw that Andal seemed to be hit by a huge hammer and fell over.

Twenty steps away from Mitternich, he saw Andal leaning to the left, face down on the ground, lying on the ground, motionless.

His left arm was bent to protect his head, his right arm was stretched to the left, pressed under his left elbow, his palm was spread out, trying to grab something, his left leg was bent to touch his right elbow, and his right leg was almost completely straight.

"Don't worry." Jeanna walked to Mitternich's side and said softly, "They all use 15mm caliber bullets, which have been replaced with stone bullets in advance. He will suffer a little at most."

Sure enough, after Andal was carried over, Mitternich checked and found that he was not seriously injured. It was just that a stone bullet happened to hit his helmet, knocking him unconscious.

Unlike firearms, clockwork guns can theoretically fire any projectile, and this flint bullet can cause a certain amount of blunt damage.

As long as you don't kill him on the spot, you can save face.

This Andal is not a very important person, otherwise he would not have been sent to Horn by Catherine.

If he had faced the Saviors squarely and maintained a certain level of respect from the beginning, even if Jeanna didn't like him, things wouldn't have turned out like this.

He himself was not as skilled as the other person after the challenge. If he still cared about the loss, it would make Mitternich seem ungenerous.

"Andal was too rude, he deserves the pain." After making sure that Andal was only slightly injured, Mitternich said apologetically.

With the corners of her mouth raised, Jeanne bowed to him and said, "For hostile guests, we have holy guns, and for friendly guests, we have fine wine and courtesy to welcome them.

On behalf of my brother, the Chapter Master of the Salvation Army, Saint Sun Horn, I welcome you all."

Mitternich was a little dazed by the female knight in front of her who still had a straightforward air.

She clearly had the temperament of a silly country girl, and she easily taught the arrogant Andal a lesson.

Unfortunately, this lesson was still a silent loss, and Mitternich couldn't say anything.

"Come on, I'll take you to see the real barracks."

Hearing this, Mitternich's spirits perked up: "Isn't this a barracks?"

"This is the recruit camp. They are all recruits who were just recruited this morning. Is it strange that they behave like this?" Jeanna said with a little annoyance. "I know we are bad, but not to this extent, right? You came here with the recruits. Even if you calm down and take a closer look, you will know that these are recruits who just entered the camp today."

After settling Andal, Mitternich rode forward with a wry smile, and soon he saw another training ground.

On the training ground next to the main gate, the soldiers marched in an orderly manner, like long black lines.

They raised their legs together and lowered them together. If Mitternich had not been close enough, he would have thought it was just a shadow.

It's like they are two different races from those new recruits.

Whenever they raised or lowered their legs in a way that Mitternich could see was incoordination, the veteran captain would jump out and give the soldier who had done the wrong a good beating with a stick.

Mitternich had to admit that such soldiers looked much better than those mercenary infantrymen and could even surpass the armored sergeants.

But... being lined up in an orderly formation doesn't mean that we have the ability to fight against the knights.

"Twenty days ago, the soldiers here were about the same as those outside, or even worse. It only took twenty days for them to become like this. Give us two months, and they will be even stronger."

As if she could see through Mitternich's thoughts, Jeanne pointed her whip at the soldiers in front of her and said.

Without responding to Jeanne's words, Mitternich watched the soldiers drill and march: "What are those white spots on the ground?"

"Oh, that's the foothold of the painting, used for practicing footwork." After taking a casual glance, Jeanna introduced as she walked.

"Can I hear you tell me more about it?"

Jeanne slowed down her horse and looked at Mitternich's interested face. "Of course, footwork training is the second training session for new recruits..."

“Can you start from the first one?”

"…the first step for new recruits is to stand at attention, with their heels aligned, the soles of their feet out to the sides, their knees straight but not hyperextended, their upper body perpendicular to their hips, their hands hanging naturally, their elbows close to their bodies. They must practice standing at attention and at ease hundreds of times every day until they can repeat it fifty times without error and can hold the position for an hour.

Next was turning left and right, interspersed with exercises in standing at attention. The same thing required giving the command fifty times in a row without making any mistakes to pass.

After you have passed all the above items, you will start practicing footwork.”

"Footwork, does it require special training?" Mitternich asked softly. In his impression, as long as he could walk in an orderly manner, it didn't matter how he walked.

"No, the free steps make it impossible for us to measure and control the progress and time of the horizontal formation. We need more precise control." During the time she stayed in the barracks with Horn, Jeanna was familiar with a series of training and military affairs.

"Our normal pace is 60 steps per minute, two-thirds of a meter per step, and 40 meters per minute.

The fast pace is 75 steps per minute, each step is two-thirds of a meter, and the distance traveled is 50 meters per minute.

In order to keep the formation neat, we required them to step on a white dot every time they landed, and each white dot was two-thirds of a meter.

They will continue to practice and march like this every day until we erase the white spots and they can still move at the same pace and frequency, and that’s when the training is complete.”

"This kind of training is too hard." Mitternich thought about the mercenaries who had three days of fun and two days of training and shook his head, "How often do you train?"

"One training day a day. No rest is allowed in the recruit camp. After entering the official army, you can take one day off every ten days."

"Practice once a day! How long do you practice for?"

"From 5 o'clock in the morning..."

"Five o'clock?" Mitternich had never heard of this term.

“Well, it’s getting up for morning prayers, 5 minutes to get dressed, 5 minutes to wash, 5 minutes to gather, and then 40 minutes to run 5 kilometers.

15 minutes of collective prayer and hymns before meals, 20 minutes for meals, and 30 minutes for rest.

Then, starting at 7 o'clock, we practiced standing posture and footwork according to the progress, which lasted for about 4 hours. The next step was to recite the "Soldiers' Holy Book: Military Law" for 45 minutes.

Then there was another 15 minutes of collective prayer and pre-meal hymns. After lunch, training continued at 1 pm. We first spent half an hour memorizing and writing the 28 French letters, and the remaining three hours practicing military posture, footwork, and lifting the spear.

Before dinner, we recite military laws for 15 minutes and sing hymns for 15 minutes before dinner. We officially have dinner during the evening class (5 pm).

After dinner, there is usually an hour and a half of service time for soldiers to tidy up their rooms and rest.

Arrive at the military chaplain's office to listen to sermons at 7 o'clock, have free time from 8 to 9 o'clock, and go to bed at 9 o'clock at the latest.

The training varies according to the progress. For example, if you have mastered some military postures, you will do some additional physical training and breathing exercises, such as weighted running and 100-meter sprints..."

"Did you practice the clockwork gun here?" Mitternich asked casually.

"A clockwork gun." Jeanne said calmly, "I'm just a country woman, how can I understand these things? You can ask my brother."

What kind of country woman are you? Mitternich cursed inwardly, thinking she could get some information out of her, but she was interrupted just as she started.

When Mitternich stood in front of the military camp commander's residence, Martial had been waiting there for a long time.

As soon as Martial saw Mitternich, he spoke incoherently: "Mr. Mitternich, you don't know what I saw... It's so magical, so terrible... The power of the Holy Father..."

"Alright, alright." Mittenich tried to calm Martial down helplessly. "Keep your manners and demeanor, Martial."

"…I'm sorry, Lord Mitternich." Martial suppressed the desire to talk and focused his attention on the three-story El military residence in front of him.

As a jurist, Martial attended architecture classes for a while in college and has some understanding of these arts.

"Mr. Mitternich." Armand, who had left earlier, came out from under the gable of the marble doorpost. "Mr. Horn is holding a debate, which may take a while. If you want to listen in, I will take you there.

If you don’t want to sit in on the class, I’ll take you to the waiting room in advance. What do you think?”

"I really want to see the wisdom of the Holy Grandson." Mitternich did not use a title that was too presumptuous, as that would have seemed too humble.

"Okay, please come with me."

After saying goodbye to Jeanne, Mitternich and the others went up the stairs and, under the guidance of Armand, arrived at a room on the second floor.

As soon as he stood at the door, he heard a roar coming from through the thin door panel.

"You are truly invincible!"

"Am I invincible? Am I invincible? I even think I'm too gentle!"

Mitternich took back his knock and looked at Armand inquiringly. Armand opened the side door as if he was used to it: "Please."

(End of this chapter)