Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 947: Section 621: Training (2)

Chapter 947: Section 621: Training (2)

Indeed, Malin is not the kind of superior who favors one more than another. The Carterburg regiment deploys a squad every day to engage in training battles with the Champion’s squad, usually in urban warfare. After a month of this, the best result from the Northern regiment was wiping out half a squad from the opposing side, but then they were spent completely.

Malin always dines with the winning squad, which is almost a scheduled privilege by him for the Carterburg regiment. Several regimental commanders have declared that if anyone loses, they shouldn’t bother coming back. Malin rebuked those idiots for this— The training achievements of the soldiers from the Northern regiment are evident for all to see; their biggest weakness is their lack of real urban combat experience, while several squads from the Carterburg regiment have fought multiple times in towns and have experience repelling Chaos attacks by utilizing town defenses, possessing ample real combat experience.

Comparing the soldiers from both sides, those from the Northern regiment who can fire five hundred bullets are already considered elites, while at Malin’s side, every rookie can fire five hundred bullets on the training ground. The exchange ratio in urban warfare between the two is clear at a glance—the lowest exchange ratio within one hundred meters is 1.97 to 1, rising to 2.41 to 1 at one hundred and fifty meters, and 2.79 to 1 at two hundred meters; beyond that the numbers are even more staggering, with the worst instance being a squad of elite sharpshooters decimating half of the Northern regiment’s squad without them even locating the enemy.

Only with Sudel’s squad coming up could they achieve a 1 to 1 exchange ratio at three hundred meters.

However, in the eyes of the Marshals, Sudel’s squad is the elite of the elite, whereas the most Malin could offer are model squads from ordinary regiments.

·So what caused the gap between the two sides?

Ails often comes to watch the bustle when he’s free, and having witnessed training battles more than once, his curiosity finally compelled him to ask this question after one battle concluded.

"There’s much to say." In Malin’s view, the level of training between the two sides is entirely different—Malin’s sharpshooters have a solid foundation; most are from Northern hunters with good eyesight, and although many haven’t used guns before, they’re monsters once they’re trained.

Before becoming big head soldiers, those from the Northern Kingdom were mostly serfs and freemen, lacking comparability from the beginning, even if a few young people like Sudel and Rhodes emerged among them, they couldn’t numerically compare to Malin’s carefully selected sharpshooters.

Even the ordinary soldiers of both sides are incomparable.

Ails nodded as he listened to Malin’s series of analyses.

·It’s a pity, my skeleton archers couldn’t train like this, they are better suited for volley firing as a unit.

Ails felt slightly regretful, but Malin gave him a suggestion: "Your skeleton archers can be imbued with combat experience."

Ails silently looked at Malin, and after a while, he shook his head.

·I’ve never tried that before, maybe I could try, but who would share their combat experience with me?

"I can have my sharpshooters and Sudel share their combat experience with you, the issue now is how to extract that combat experience." Combat experience has never been a problem in Malin’s view; the problem is how to share it.

·That’s easy to say, I don’t have combat experience here, and by copying knowledge from souls, I can easily gain combat experience without harming anyone; the only issue is that I have sworn not to touch the souls of mortals.

"That’s true." Malin frowned—this point certainly couldn’t be helped, as no church would ever loosen its stance on such a matter.

·But there’s no rush for this, Lord Malin. My archers may be naive, but their shooting accuracy is guaranteed, and currently, the firepower of Chaos is not enough to pose a threat to my skeleton army.

"That’s good, if you indeed face difficulties, I can provide you with combat experience, after all, I am not a mortal." Saying this, Malin and Ails shared a smile.

Speaking of which, Ails and his minions have now become a common sight to people.

Malin can walk with him in the military camp, and even take him to Copenhagen—usually, citizens would first notice Ails, then see Malin walking ahead of Ails, and then they would remember Malin’s infamous skeletal Lich partner.

Then there would be no issues, except twice, two young people who moved faster than they looked, turned and ran upon seeing Ails, not even having the chance to call out to their companion who saw Malin— the latter was surprised, but by the time they calmed down, their friends had already run far away.

"By the way, I heard you were invited by the Mage Tower to explain necromancy Spell Formations." Malin looked at Ails, who nodded.

·Yes, even you, Lord, must admit that when it comes to necromancy Spell Formations, I should be the most skilled in this world.

"Of course, I agree on this point." Malin certainly felt Ails was not wrong. The world’s research on necromancy Spell Formations is mostly limited to some Negative Energy formations, and methods like resurrecting the dead or summoning makeshift undead might have existed before, but over the long span of time, they might have been erased by the Church.

Undeniably, necromancy Spell Formations can change the psychological state of the caster, altering people’s perceptions, but if it doesn’t become stronger over time, by the time Chaos invades and everyone is dead, considering anything else would be too late.

Sending Ails to Mage Tower, Malin went to visit Antoine’s workshop. The progress of their work was very pleasing. Antoine was extremely happy while updating Malin, and making this grand workshop happy was definitely a good thing, which was indeed the case. Malin had heard from Antoine that they had learned to make seven-pound cannons today.

"Thanks to your mentorship," after Antoine finished praising Malin, he sent his subordinates away, and then seriously looked at Malin: "Mr. Malin, you have been getting quite close with the royal family recently, and the comrades are quite worried."

Malin smiled; at first, he felt that these Northern ideologists were worrying too much, but soon after, he felt they indeed had the right to worry, as he indeed had been too close with the Nobles. The Northern ideologists were well-versed in the principle of survival through suspicion.

So without a second thought, Malin pulled out eight grand drawings of rifles, currently on the edge of obsolescence from the southern workshops—this type of rifle is only equipped in Sydney’s military and considered obsolete in Malin’s army, but elsewhere, this is considered valuable goods, after all, it is a semi-automatic weapon.

Although it’s not easy to manufacture these, Malin felt it was a good option to use these drawings to train the craftsmen.

Antoine understood what Malin meant by just glancing at the drawings. He patted Malin’s shoulder, indicating that he would handle this issue and explain it to them.

"I’ll leave it to you," Malin and Antoine shook hands. After both host and guests enjoyed themselves, Malin approved a voucher for Antoine’s workshop. They could use this voucher to collect a batch of healing potions from the pharmacy in Rewo, ostensibly to protect the craftsmen. Malin would notify the pharmacy to give them several more boxes of potions, produced by elves from a Semi-Plane.

In today’s Copenhagen, potions could be regarded as solid currency, let alone excellent potions from an elven pharmacy in Rewo, which could be traded for gold bars. The North ideology is currently in a phase of expansion. Though there is a significant market among soldiers and craftsmen, not everyone comes from rich or noble families. To Antoine, the potions provided by Malin were indeed a timely rain.

Antoine no longer doubted Malin and patted his chest to express that he would convey Malin’s goodwill to the eleven-person council.

After bidding farewell to Antoine, Malin went to the First Higher Education Academy and met with Eric Wood. This mentor also expressed his subtle unease to Malin. However, once Antoine’s messenger arrived, the old teacher seemed somewhat regretful. He apologized to Malin.

Malin gladly accepted the teacher’s apology and then attended his lecture. Eric Wood is currently focusing on continental politics. Unlike the mainstream conciliatory faction, he believes that human kingdoms can have reconciliation and mutual aid, but also competition and confrontation.

If it wasn’t for Chaos, what he said could be considered golden rules. Unfortunately, with Chaos, very few people truly listen to these teachings.

If it weren’t for knowing that this was Eric Wood’s disguise, Malin might even believe that this guy was a very serious right-wing xenophobe.

Considering Professor Eric’s situation (he is not a Transcendent), Malin believed that such disguise was necessary. After all, survival by suspicion, living through disguise.

Next, Malin was somewhat undecided about whom he should visit next; he had two targets. One was Lagrov·Dendril, visiting this High-order Mage could also allow him to see what Ails had to say at the Mage Tower.

However, Malin thought he had a better target—Pinto·Olsson. He wanted to ask this old Astrologer for his insights about the future.

Just when Malin was thinking if he should consult Eric, two little elven messengers approached both Malin and Eric.

Malin took the letter handed to him by the messenger and glanced at the words on the envelope, which was a letter from Lulu to him.

Opening the envelope, taking out the letter—Mendel·Ericson was assassinated.

With a straightforward sentence, Malin turned his head to look at Eric, realizing he was also looking back at him.

Malin furrowed his brows: "My message is about Mendel being assassinated, what about yours?"

"The same, written by old Francis—Mendel was assassinated, in the high district area, still undergoing rescue when the news was sent out." Eric then looked at Malin: "Sir, could you take me with you?"

"No problem, but I don’t have the coordinates for the high district area; can we go from Mage Tower?" Malin asked.

"No problem, it’s a ten-minutes walk east from Mage Tower to the high district area, thirty minutes to the incident location, and fifteen minutes to Benevolent Hospital. I’ll go and check on Mendel at the site of the assassination; perhaps you need to have a look too."

"No problem, I can go; you go and take care of Mendel."

After talking, Malin opened the teleportation channel, while thinking—who would think of killing an Assistant Priest from the Church of War God.

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