Chapter 59: Indulgences

“Sprint, charge!”

At a command from Bunian, commander of the 20st Division of the Black Hat Army, companies of the Imperial Order leveled their spears and, led by two brigade commanders, rushed towards the wooden stakes in front.

At a distance of twenty steps and a sprinting speed almost as fast as walking, they formed a crisscross pattern in just a few seconds.

There was a difference of two or three body lengths between the one in the front and the one in the back.

"Den! Deng!"

The sweat beads reflected the light of the scorching sun, and the gun barrel wrapped in cloth hit the wooden stake, shaking up a circle of dust.

The spears in the hands of the company captains were not equipped with gun heads, but were just wrapped in a layer of cloth and had some lime powder on the front end.

After all, those cast gun heads are consumables and will break after less than ten uses, so it is better to be economical.

The Imperial Companies did not stop training immediately after the sprint, but reorganized their formation in a chaotic manner according to the whistle.

"Middle to lower." Jeshka walked over, took a look, and made a note on the roster in his hand.

The imperial company returned to their original positions slowly, holding their spears dejectedly.

"The next group, the 5th and 6th Brigades of the 1st Division."

Soon, 20 people from the th and th Brigades arrived and began to nervously check their weapons.

Standing at the edge of the training ground, Jessica was filled with worry. It was already the sixth day and the church's army could arrive at any time, yet the training was still like this. Would it work?

The Black Hat Corps' Command Company mainly uses spears as their main weapons.

With the idea that an inch longer is an inch stronger, Horn chose a spear about 3 fathoms (6 meters) long.

In his previous life, the medieval Swiss pike phalanx used spears and halberds of about this length.

But in reality, problems quickly arise once it is applied to real training.

That is, the pole is too long and too heavy, and almost no villagers can lift it and run or walk steadily.

The solution is very simple. We encountered this problem before when we founded the Children's Army. Just let two command companies share one spear.

Let one imperial officer hold the middle part of the spear, and another hold the back part, and the strength of two people can lift the spear.

There's no way, the time is still too short.

It actually takes a lot of time to train a new soldier with a certain level of combat effectiveness, especially in the era of cold weapons.

Don’t be fooled by the fact that military training in later generations can be done in just one or two weeks. That’s because the people undergoing military training have at least a high school education.

It took the villagers four or five days to teach them to distinguish between left and right, and some people still get it wrong.

"Dudu-"

Amid the sound of whistles, the neat but uneven sounds of banging against wooden stakes were heard, and then the two brigades quickly formed up, and they actually looked quite good.

Looking up from a distance, Jessica nodded slightly: "This is quite presentable, top quality."

"Second Division, First Brigade, Second Brigade, get ready!" Rafael, commander of the Second Division, shouted loudly.

While the test was in full swing, a short man ran up to the commander of the Second Brigade of the First Division, panting and hunched over.

"Brigadier Coleman, we have investigated thoroughly and found that damn Monsey really cheated."

"Fuck, how did he cheat?" Coleman asked hurriedly.

The commander mysteriously took out a half rope from his pocket and said, "Commander, you see, they tied the rope to their belts when they charged.

Since they were holding guns together, after the charge, they could hold the gun with one hand, untie the rope, and then regroup. " "Fuck him, I was wondering how he got so good at it, so that's how he did it!"

Kellerman was furious. He snatched the half rope from the commander and went to argue with Jeshka.

"Hey, wait, wait." A young man at the side stopped the burly Coleman.

"Victor, why are you stopping me?"

Victor is the commander of the First Brigade. When going to the battlefield, the two brigades have to advance side by side, so they have a good relationship.

Victor pressed his shoulder and said, "If they can cheat, why can't we?

If we expose it now, we will get nothing, but if we use it, we can exchange it for several meals of meat and cloth."

"Is this okay?"

"We've already eaten the food, so why should we vomit it out?"

"Dudu-"

The shrill whistle made Coleman scratch his ears. He glanced hesitantly at Jeshka in the distance and gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, he is unkind and I am unjust, tell the brothers to keep their mouths shut."

Amid the urging whistles and trumpets, the Black Caps' command company glanced at the sky, then formed a formation so large that its size could not be seen, and walked towards the cafeteria.

Now that the Shengku system has been implemented, the more than 1100 people have been divided into two hundred households and twenty ten households according to convention.

There is a canteen for every five or ten households, providing the lowest level of two meals a day - potato root, rice crackers and wild vegetable porridge, or potato root stew, or rice crackers stewed with rice crackers.

Horn randomly selects a cafeteria every day to have dinner with it, which is equivalent to a spot check to prevent deductions.

So what if you want to eat meat and eat better food?

It's very simple, just exchange it for indulgences.

Indulgences for theft could be exchanged for meat and white bread, indulgences for robbery could be exchanged for cloth, and indulgences for murder could be exchanged for light luxuries such as medicine and wine.

The issuance of indulgences is based on the completion of daily tasks.

Every day the centurions would assign tasks to each of the ten households, and the ten households would then bring people to handle the tasks. If the tasks were handled well, indulgences would be issued.

Like the soldiers of the Black Hat Army, if they get a top score on the daily quiz, they will get an indulgence for murder, and if they get a medium score, they will get an indulgence for robbery.

For those who are in the middle and lower classes, there is nothing.

Otherwise, how would those lazy Black Hat New Command Company members have the motivation to train?

It was here in Horn that some of them first tasted roast chicken and white bread.

In front of the canteen, there were five large pots standing upright. Behind the pots, several middle-aged women were holding large spoons half a person's height, and the refugees in front of the pots were serving rice.

However, there are only four teams in these five big pots, because one of the stalls has exclusive priority for the Imperial Order Company.

The fifth stall not only sold rice porridge but also cheese and eggs, which were exclusive rations for the Imperial Order Company.

The ten households held rattan sticks with sharp thorns cut off in their hands, standing by with a fierce look in their eyes, trying to maintain order.

After all, the Pope, Archbishop, Grand Master, Centurion and the damn Cheka spies will come to investigate and inspect, which will affect subsequent promotions and the issuance of indulgences.

Look at Busak, look at Jeshka, look at Kosse, who doesn’t want to make progress?
Under the envious gazes of the crowd, the Black Hat Army's command company walked into the fifth aisle and began to serve rice.

Seeing the hungry formation and thinking of the power and force of the Gulag Papal State, even the worst-trained Black Hats would involuntarily straighten their chests.

(End of this chapter)