This burly, strong and bright Sergeant Reedes, who had just recovered from the rear hospital a few days ago. Because shrapnel made him lose half of his ears, and another dark red scar on his face, making this guy with a bad temper even more violent. However, Colonel Desay was very fond of the combat qualities of the sergeant, who had made military achievements in the Desergeant's offensive and defensive battle. If Reedes had not been 36 years old and had surpassed the age limit of the Saint-Sill Military Academy for further education, perhaps the sergeant had already become an officer.

"Silva, you stupid fool. I have said it many times. There are movable flower pots on every pillar in the rotating corridor. When I make a hidden gesture, you should squat down quickly. If you didn't imitate the stupid quail and use your butt to push the pillars with your butt, damn, once the flower pot falls to the ground, we will all die for it!" The angry Sergeant Reedes pulled up the soldier's ear and shouted loudly. He did not return to the forefront of the team until he felt happy.

"Damn it, I didn't see the flower pots, and the real pillars. They are just substitutes for branches and cardboard." Silva murmured in a low voice. The sergeant almost pulled off his ear just now, and it hurts very much.

"If you still want to be a non-commissioned officer, you should listen carefully to the sergeant commander instead of complaining." Penduas, who was standing beside him kindly persuaded his fellow villager. Penduas, who had gotten rid of the lawsuit, looked relaxed.

When selecting the raid team, Colonel Desay publicly promised all selected officers and soldiers: Once the mission is successful, in addition to ten times the military pay of the month, the top 30 soldiers with excellent performance will be qualified for non-commissioned officers, the non-commissioned officers will receive letters of introduction to the St. Ciel Military Academy, and the officers will be promoted to the next level. Even soldiers who died will receive officer treatment and their families will enjoy a high pension.

The reward was very generous, which made Silva, Penduath and others irresistible. The training was too difficult and the environment was fine, but the perverted sergeant's requirements were too strict and completely harsh. With a command, everyone must climb on the cold floor for two hours, motionless, even if there were rat shit or bird droppings on the ground; when walking through the aisles and corridors, they must bend down to the height specified by the sergeant's commander, and do not make any sounds or collisions with any items; the most damn thing is to keep alert while keeping alert, be sure to keep an eye on the changes in the sergeant's commander's gestures. If you are not careful, you will have a close contact with Sergeant Reds like an unlucky Silva.

"It is said that this kind of tactical gesture was taught by Colonel Desay to the sergeant?" Captain Carls asked casually, and he had accompanied the major out of the room to watch the soldiers' training.

Major Delney nodded. He didn't know when Commander Delhi learned such simple and clear gestures that were clear and unmistakable. He had thought it was from St. Sier Military Academy, but when he saw that Captain Charles also showed a look of surprise, Major Delhi realized that perhaps it was Commander Delhi himself.

"Our leader seems to be omnipotent." Delney smiled and continued, "If you don't even talk about anything else, Colonel Desay can draw the structure of the city hall that you once secretly spies can't find without any effort, without missing every detail. I heard from Lieutenant Charles that the leader is still developing a burning grenade."

"No, my major, is a burning bomb! A nearly perfect street fighting weapon." A cheerful voice came from the door of the first floor hall. It was Colonel Desay, and his adjutant, Lieutenant Charles came to the Earl's Manor.

Desai said hello to the two officers upstairs first, and turned around and asked Lieutenant Charles to inform Sergeant Reedes to suspend training and let all the raiders go to the garden to announce something he had.

Due to the long-term unmaintainment, the vegetation of the Count's Garden had long been decayed. Desai found an open space and placed a strip dining table with several transparent glass bottles of 1 pound, a bag of edible flour, a bucket of paste paste with notices, and a large pot of solution contained in a porcelain jar. If you smell it close, you will feel the smell of wine. But obviously, these things were not for drinking. It was not until all the soldiers sat in front of them that Colonel Desai began to reveal the mystery.

"Gentlemen, in order to make our acquired victory easier, I will teach everyone to make a simple but practical street fighting weapon, Burning-Bullet." Desai pointed at various items on the table and continued to explain proudly: "Please don't underestimate these things. If used properly, they will burn the enemy's souls and make the rebels moan in hell. But once the operation is wrong, the flames of the burning demon will also pull you and your companions to hell. Okay, please watch carefully, be sure to pay attention to the details of my operation, and never make the wrong order or any negligence. Now, Lieutenant Charles, please come and help."

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First, Desai picked up a transparent glass bottle from the table and repeatedly warned everyone that the glass bottle containing the solution must be cleaned and dried, and there is no impurities on the outside and inside walls. Of course, he asked the merchants to prepare this step in advance, but the soldiers must still check it again before making it by themselves;

The second step is to prepare the materials for burning and elasticity. The materials used include: high-concentration alcohol, high-viscosity fine flour, diluted liquid paste, cork that blocks the mouth of the glass bottle, and a thin rag soaked with alcohol.

The best material for making combustion-bombs is alcohol gasoline. Unfortunately, Spain does not produce oil, and even alcohol is made from Jews. Fortunately, the purity is good; high viscosity fine flour is to increase the combustion temperature, and high viscosity starch is also possible, but magnesium powder is the best, but Desai doesn't know where to get it, at least it is not available in Zaragoza; paste or glue increases viscosity, so that the flame formed by the combustion of alcohol can stick to the smooth slope, forming continuous damage.

The third step is to prepare a combustion-roll. Pour into the bottle according to XX percent alcohol, XX percent flour, and XX percent paste ratio. The remaining space in the bottle should be kept at about 30%, otherwise it will not be easy to burn. Put the cork on it and shake it gently to make it mix evenly, and pay attention to whether the solution is oozing out.

Step 4: Preparation before use. Before use, first unzip the cork at the bottle mouth and put the thin rag soaked with alcohol into the bottle. Only a tenth of the cloth will not fall off anyway. The cloth strip left outside the bottle can burn for more than 30 seconds. Re-plug the bottle cap to check whether the solution is leaking.

During this process, the person who specifically modulated the combustion-bomb was Lieutenant Charles. Colonel Desai was just explaining on the side. It was not until this simple version of the "Molotov cocktail" that Desai reached out and carefully checked whether the bottle mouth plug was tight and whether there was a solution on the surface of the bottle. After teaching the students the last step, the way to use the combustion-bomb.

"It's very simple. Just ignite the strip of the bottle mouth with an open flame and throw it out at the target you have chosen in 30 seconds. For safety reasons, I strongly recommend that you wear asbestos gloves. Although asbestos gloves will make you uncomfortable, it can ensure that the back of your hand will not turn into coke. Now, let's test the power of the combustion-bomb." After saying that, Desay signaled Lieutenant Charles to pull out a Spanish sheep, and one end of the reins was tied to a tree trunk six or seven meters away.

When the cloth strip attached to the mouth of the bottle was lit by a torch for several seconds, Desai threw the simple burn-bomb on a stone slab one meter away from the sheep. The glass bottle immediately broke, and the solution splashed everywhere, and a little sprinkled on the back of the sheep that was eating grass roots. The sound of the cracked glass bottle frightened the innocent sheep. When it instinctively wanted to escape the unknown disaster, it was too late. The ignited cloth strip quickly ignited high concentrations of alcohol, and with the assistance of various ignition materials, the small flame on the sheep's back turned into flames and the temperature also rose sharply. At first, a small trunk of area, it quickly expanded rapidly, and a large area of ​​wool was ignited, and the sheep made a miserable scream, jumped hard, or rolled to the ground, trying to extinguish the flames on its body, but in vain. A few minutes, the sheep burned black all over the body fell to the ground and died in pain.

(Note: Influenced by the great master of River Crab, the book only lists the weakest burn-angle production method, and deliberately omitted, or wrote some ingredients incorrectly, including the omission of formula proportions. Please do not investigate it in depth)

Desai is quite satisfied with the power of this type of simple combustion-bomb. Its effect not only kills the enemy, but also makes the enemy afraid. The injured are suffering. Especially in winter, the thick clothes of the citizens of Zaragoza are mostly wool products. Once ignited, the consequences will not be much stronger than the poor sheep in front of you.

"Gentlemen, each person must make two burning bullets themselves, good luck! Just say, your extra meal tonight is the poor little lamb." After that, Desai took off his asbestos gloves and threw them on the table, and left behind the stunned raiders, who were still shocked by the power of the demonic flames.

"Hey, my ex-corporal fellow countryman, is our leader possessed by a demon?" Silva began to speak nonsense again, his tone seemed to be trembling, feeling nervous and scared.

"Shut up, bastard! Even the demon can give you a raise, get you promoted, and make you rich!" Penduwas cursed disdainfully.
Chapter completed!