Early in the morning, the camp was filled with chaos because today the first infantry battalion of the Sardinian Army equipped with the Macdonald 1857 rifle was going to give a presentation in front of some of the kingdom's most important people. It was said that the commander of the army himself would come to see the performance of this unit, and of course, the result of the performance would have a direct impact on whether the MacDonald rifles would get more orders.

Major Neville got up early before dawn he hadn't slept much at all last night due to excitement. At four o'clock, unable to sleep, Major Neville simply got up from his bed and began to look around the barracks to see if any dead spots had been missed during yesterday's cleaning or any areas that had not yet been laid out. Although yesterday before going to bed, he checked the camp inside and out, I do not know how many times, even a fly, does not want to escape his eyes.

"Muzzle!" Suddenly a voice shouted, accompanied by a clicking sound. Neville knew it was the mobile sentry asking questions, and that click was the soldier pulling the bolt. He stopped immediately and replied loudly, "The glory of Sardinia."

The sentry put away his gun and stepped out of the darkness.

"Major? Why are you up so early?" The sentry said in surprise.

"Dimaño." Neville recognized the sentry, "Good, good vigilance."

"Not good, no." Di Maio replied, "Major, you know, those damn Yankees sometimes come to check on you in the middle of the night, and if they get behind you in the middle of the night and you don't notice, in the morning, a whipping will never escape!" Here, he seems to be remembered a certain time to be whipped situation, lightly sucking a breath of air conditioning.

"Hard work!" Neville reached out and patted Di Manio's shoulder, "After today, I'll give everyone a break."

......

According to the plan, at eight o'clock in the morning, the report performance will start, however, perhaps the Italian special punctuality habit again, Neville looked at the barracks outside the gate of the road, and looked straight, the road still can not even see a person.

Since seven o'clock, all the soldiers had been waiting in front of the barracks in full dress and a neat line. The road in front of the barracks was also cleaned up, and flowers were placed on both sides of the gate. To make these flowers look more delicate, Neville also had some water sprinkled on the flowers, to pretend to be dew. Now, the "dew" has been dried several times, and the soldiers standing at the entrance of the barracks also began to be a little tired, promising to come to review their big shots but still can not see the shadow.

"They didn't forget about this, did they?" Many soldiers are muttering in their hearts. But no one dared to speak up - talking out of turn while standing in line was punishable by flogging. Not only could they not speak, they even had to keep standing straight so as not to give the expressionless Yankee a hard time.

Carol looked at her watch, it was half past nine, the dewy flowers she had picked in the morning were wilting, and there was still no movement on the road. "Ah, these lovely Italians!" He couldn't help but shake his head in his heart.

In this way, the soldiers lined up from 7:30 and waited until 8:00, 9:00, 10:00, and 10:30. Finally, in anticipation, a group of cavalry appeared on the road.

The cavalryman running at the front held a flag high, a blue flag. The cavalry gradually approached, and behind them were several wagons, and behind the wagons, another group of cavalry in costume, holding a flag.

"Here we are, here we are." The whispering voice finally appeared, and Neville turned his head in anger, only to see the Yanks whispering.

"What a big party!"

"Yeah, Buchanan's not even that big of a deal."

"How can that fool Buchanan be worthy?"

As the cavalry escorted the caravan closer and closer, Neville looked at the flag in the hands of the cavalryman at the front, his eyes grew wide, and finally, his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

"What is it, Major?" Robson, who sensed something wrong with Neville, asked in a whisper.

"That flag," Neville's voice was in a trance as if he was talking in a dream, "that flag is the royal flag!"

......

When the caravan arrived at the entrance of the barracks, Neville hastened to signal for music. At the sound of the music, several knights in full medieval-style armor dismounted from their horses and headed for the largest and most luxurious carriage.

When a local passenger got out of the carriage, Neville could not help but be surprised. The person who got off the carriage was the prime minister of the Kingdom of Sardinia, Gavril. After getting off the carriage, Gaffer did not walk towards the barracks, but stood to the side, as if waiting for another person to get off.

"There is only one person who can make Prime Minister Gafur wait aside, and even the crown prince is not qualified to do so, he can only be ......" Neville felt his mouth dry, and could not help but shiver all over.

A man in uniform with a high mustache stepped down from the carriage, and the knights in armor bowed their heads in salute to him. Neville's heart felt like it was going to jump out of his mouth, it was His Majesty King Emmanuel II!

......

According to the original plan, the review of the troops should only be some generals of the army. However, a few days ago, Carroll visited Prime Minister Gaffer with a Jewish man named Rothschild and gave him a well-made MacDonald 1857 precision rifle as a gift. Prime Minister Gafur gave the rifle to the ambitious King Emmanuel II. After testing the rifle himself, the King was surprised by the uncanny accuracy of the rifle. He was not a layman in military affairs and immediately became interested in this rifle.

"Secretary Gavril, do you know where this rifle is made?"

"It is an American rifle, and in Europe, perhaps we were the first people to see it," Gavril replied.

"How much is this rifle?"

"Your Majesty, the rifle in your hand, decorated with ivory and gold and precious stones, costs fifteen hundred pounds, and if, without these luxurious decorations, it costs fifteen hundred dollars. Its simplified version, however, costs only sixty dollars. I remember the Army mentioning it to you last time, and now we have a battalion of soldiers who are being trained with this simplified version of the rifle."

"Sixty dollars is still a lot of money. But if the performance of the simplified version is as good as this, it's not a big deal. Well, if the simplified version has half the performance of the rifle I have, it's worth the price. The rifle I have is not worth £1,500." King Emmanuel II said.

"Of course," replied Gavril, "the Jew who sold it to me made a very interesting remark. He said that for any commodity, it was always 'one shilling for one shilling of goods; one pound for eight shillings of goods; one hundred pounds for ten pounds of goods. That's the way it is with this high-end product, because the people who buy it are not short of money, and if they buy it cheap, they don't want it."

"Ha ha, that's true. Many rich people buy things just to show their status, you sell cheap, they do not see." King Emmanuel II said, "By the way, how is the training of the soldiers going?"

"In two days, the army will inspect their training, and then they will report to Your Majesty."

"Two days later? Well, I have nothing to do, so why don't you go with me and see what all the fuss is about? But don't inform them yet, we'll go straight there."

"Your wish is an order."

......

"Hail to Your Majesty!" Neville shouted. The soldiers gripped their guns and saluted the king.

King Emmanuel II walked straight into the barracks and mounted the parade platform that had already been set up. Then it was time for the soldiers to walk in a neat line from the front of the platform to be paraded.

To show his face in this process, Major Neville designed a large part of the gunplay and urged the soldiers to practice it for a whole month. According to the plan, the soldiers will keep throwing and catching their rifles in their hands as they walk across the parade stage in unison, performing a variety of difficult tricks. Neville was sure that the generals would be extremely satisfied with such an artistic performance.

However, Major Neville did not expect that it would be King Emmanuel II who came to parade the troops, nor did the soldiers; Major Neville was excited to see the King, and so were the soldiers. As a result, at least three fools were too excited to catch the thrown guns as the parade passed in front of the parade stand. They then bent down to pick up the guns, disrupting the line and causing more people to ......

"It's over, it's all over! This is a disaster!" Major Neville was trembling all over and almost fainted. Now His Majesty must remember him, but he did not want to be remembered by the King for making such a fool of himself. "It's over, it's all over!" He hated that there wasn't a crack in the ground for him to burrow into.

......

"Who came up with this routine? What are the combat troops doing with this?" King Emmanuel II was a bit upset. Although he knew that the soldiers had dropped their guns and so on most of the time because they were too excited to see themselves, he was still not very happy. "These forms will be dispensed with, and after they have gone through, they will immediately be allowed to change formations and shoot drills." King Emmanuel II said to the Prime Minister who was standing next to him.