"Snap!" The water-dipped whip hit a soldier's spine so hard that the sound sent chills down the spine of all the soldiers standing by.

"Sir, the guy has passed out." One of the execution guards reported to Robson.

"Is the fight over?" Robson asked expressionlessly.

"One more whip to go." The executioner replied.

"Bah!" Robson spat the cigarette in his mouth on the ground, and then stretched out his foot in big leather boots to step on it, and crushed it hard, "Only three lashes and you passed out? What a coward! Douse her with water, and then add the whip when he's fully awake!" Robson deliberately said "he" as "she", and said it particularly loudly.

The execution guard saluted him, then made a standard backward turn, then jogged to the execution table, lifted a bucket of water, and poured it over the unconscious soldier tied to the execution table.

Private Leonid slowly woke up. At first, he could barely open his eyes because of the bright sunlight. He squinted his eyes and tried to raise his hands to block the sunlight, but found that his hands were firmly bound by something, while the pain like pins and needles burning in his back also began to enter his brain, reminding him - he was being whipped.

Damn it, the devil! He always seemed to find a reason to whip himself! A week ago, he blew the rendezvous in the middle of the night and whipped all the guys who took more than two minutes to get to the rendezvous, including himself of course! The devil said shamelessly, "When Genghis Khan blew the rallying cry, any general who did not reach the tent in the time it took him to flex his five fingers would be beheaded. I am a merciful man, and will not treat you like Genghis Khan that barbarian, so, three lashes each!

"This time why he was beaten again? It seems to be ......"

"Pah!" Before Private Leonid could remember what he was being beaten for this time, the whip landed hard on his spine, and he couldn't help but let out a wail of pain, and then, once again, he was lucky enough to pass out.

Many people are misled by the television, thinking that being whipped is no big deal. Because the TV is always moving on the "whip him three hundred lashes". And after the whip, the person can still be alive and well. They probably think that the whipping and the beating of the board are similar, there are a couple of hundred in history to endure the board is no big deal. But in fact, the whip and the board are not the same, the board can play tricks, as long as you buy the executioner, the board can be raised high, gently fall, can be slapped, but the ass is no big deal. (Hundreds of boards and still okay cattle are definitely this way, in fact, even the board, seriously play, three or five boards can also let people be disabled, more than a dozen boards are also enough to kill people. (In these doorways, we look for Fang Pod's "Jail Miscellany" to see will understand) and whipping can be different, the soft leather whip is not able to play a high lift gently down the trick, and the pain brought by whipping is not what those shooting TV fools can imagine. According to the records of some countries that still have a whip in their laws (such as Lijapo), a convict sentenced to three strokes of the whip generally needs to be divided into two executions. This is because most of the time, a grown man will pass out after receiving two severe lashes. If it is really to the television, a breath of 300 lashes, it is certainly not in the beating, but in the flogging of a corpse. Latter-day Saudi Arabia, in many cases, is a direct replacement of the death penalty with flogging. Sentenced him to a hundred lashes, the provisions of a sentence, until now, there is no enduring the past still not dead. (Saudi perverts sometimes give a verdict of a thousand lashes, and the result to the end of the execution, the deceased can already be dragged directly to make bun stuffing.)

"Give him a good bath with salt water and medicate him," Robson said with a frown. So several soldiers put Leonid down from the execution table, and then, after some tossing and turning, Leonid woke up again. Several soldiers held him down and pressed a sponge dipped in salt water onto the wound on his back. Under the stimulation of the salt water, Leonid repeatedly let out a scream. But the salt water is not intended to sprinkle salt on the wound so that he has more pain, but for disinfection, to avoid infection. Well, at that time there was no penicillin, and even sulfonamide was not available.

Listening to the screams, Robson again showed the kind of Italian soldiers called the devil smile. He paced around in front of the Italian soldiers standing in straight rows while tapping his palm with the riding crop in his hand. As he passed in front of each soldier's eyes, the soldier would hasten to straighten his body.

"The rifle is the second life of a soldier, every soldier should love the rifle as much as his own eyes, and the daily wiping and maintenance must be done properly. Otherwise, this is your example!" Robson roared viciously. "Now, all of you recite the McDonald Model 1857 Rifle Maintenance Manual out loud to me!"

"McDonald Model 1857 Rifle Maintenance Manual, Article 1: The McDonald Model 1857 Rifle is a ......" the wah-wah-wah-wah recitation sounded, listening to this recitation, Robson showed a satisfied smile. Sure enough, against some guys, the leather whip is the most convincing ah.

......

Robson relied on the whip, gradually controlling those loose Italian soldiers, but he proposed a training program, but the Italians were strongly opposed.

"Why do you want to train the soldiers to shoot on their backs? This is too bad for the military! If the generals saw the troops like this, they would go crazy!" This time, it was Major Neville who objected.

"When shooting from a prone position, the shooter can rely on the ground to help stabilize the gun, which makes the shooting more accurate. In addition, when shooting from a prone position, our men will have the least projection in the enemy's field of vision and the lowest chance of being killed by enemy fire. Moreover, the 1857 rifle in our hands is a rear-loading rifle, so even if we are on the ground, we can easily finish loading it. With the 1857 rifle, the days of formation are over!" Robson explained to Major Neville.

"The range of our rifles was so much greater than that of the enemy that when we could shoot effectively, enemy fire was no threat at all. Why adopt the unsightly and demoralizing practice of a prone position? And, in case it has just rained on the battlefield, the ground is full of mud, so a down, and then up, all over the mud, this is simply to the enemy to increase morale well. As mentioned in the "Theory of War", for an army, spiritual strength is extremely important. So any practice that degrades the honor and prestige of the army ......" Major Neville was not convinced but cracked a lot of reasons to come out against it.

This time, just in the side of the Carroll opened his mouth.

The main reason for his objection was that he was not necessarily as concerned about "military prestige" as he appeared to be. The reason why he opposed it, I'm afraid, is mainly because of the preferences of those above. Neville was an ambitious man, or he would not have supported Robson so unconditionally during the training of the troops. He wanted to move up the ladder, and if he didn't have the approval and love of those above him, how could his ambition be realized?

"Major, don't be in a hurry." Carol said, "I can assure you that the top will not see the prone firing now. And when they do, they will not object, because the results will convince all the opponents. You don't have much doubt that this new tactic will be tactically effective, do you? With all due respect, Major, war is imminent, and at this point, isn't anything in favor of preserving ourselves and killing the enemy the right thing to do? As long as victory is won on the battlefield, who else would blame the victor?"

Major Neville was silent for a moment and then said, "The prone firing training will take up the time of the formation training and the standing firing. The kingdom hopes that in the review in a month, our unit will be able to demonstrate a style that exceeds that of other units. Therefore, I hope that, at least for this month, the focus of training should be on stance shooting and formation changes."

Hearing what Major Neville said, Carroll turned to Robson.

"Captain, the major's concerns are normal. I don't think it's a big problem to change the order of training."

"Of course not. But ...... damned mess with the form!" Robson has accepted the request not to conduct too many training programs with a real-world background (harmony) for the time being, to spend time on the formal stuff. However, from the tone of his voice, he is still a bit unconvinced.

"There's no way around it, there are things like formality everywhere in the world. The attitude of the kingdom's top management is also very important to the company." Carroll continued to persuade.

"I have little experience in infantry formation training. So, well, I'll let you take care of that directly, Major. As for the shooting, I'll make sure that your superiors are satisfied." Robson thought about it and said.

"I still need your help in formation training, Captain, well, not to mention that, as long as you are standing by, the training will be more efficient." Major Neville laughed, "Well, that's all for now. I've got to go check on that unlucky bastard who got whipped."

When Neville walked away, Robson kicked the dirt on the ground and said, "This guy is just a good guy, every time he lets me punish those idiots, then he goes to buy goods!"

"Haha, isn't that normal?" Carol said, "Captain, don't get too into character. They're not Blackwater's security guards, so of course, the major should do the good deed."