When a star officer woke Farber up from his hammock's sleep a little roughly, the navy corporal knew it was his turn to go to the cold and lonely deck to be a damn night watch.

The drowsy Faber climbed down from the shaking hanging bunk and put on a military coat that he had caught from there. He touched the dark, skillfully put the hanging bunk skillfully, wrapped the thick canvas with ropes and put them into the hanging bunk net on the deck wall.

According to the regulations of the British instructor, the first thing the sailors did after getting up was to evacuate the work deck cabins, tie their respective hanging shops, and place them neatly in designated special locations.

During the battle, the bulwarks piled with thick canvas can resist small shells such as grape bullets, shotguns, etc.; if any unlucky guy unfortunately falls into the water, he can also be left as a lifesaving float. A bundled hanging shop can float for 6 to 8 hours while sleeping for 6 to 8 hours. As long as you don’t have bad character and encounter a group of vicious sharks or strong storms, the sailors floating on the sea can be rescued by both sides of the war.

Therefore, whether it is dark or daytime, combat or non-combat environment, the operation of each sailor must be correct. Otherwise, once discovered by a sailor or a officer on duty, he will wait to be whipped by the law enforcement team before lunch.

Of course, on the "King", the lightest and most practical life-saving device is an inflatable rubber lifebuoy that officers can enjoy. Of course, better polyvinyl chloride foam is still high-tech for travelers and cannot be extracted from oil at present.

When the tedious internal affairs were completed, Faber tiptoed on the dark and dirty gun deck. He had to carefully drill out from the snoring array of thunderous snoring men, and then pass through the left side of the ammunition warehouse, a spiral ladder passage dedicated to officers and sailors on duty, and finally to the fore deck.

At this time, above the ocean, there were dark clouds and the starry sky dimly, and it seemed that a storm was brewing again.

At the spiral ladder passage, a second lieutenant in charge of the front deck verified the identity and responsibilities of the corporal. He took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, and smiled and said, "2 minutes and 48 seconds, corporal, congratulations, you don't have to slip away from the monkey tomorrow."

Regarding the chief's joke, Faber signed his crooked name on the duty table without saying a word, then took the kerosene lamp handed over by the second lieutenant, and began to conduct round-trip inspections on the lonely and empty front deck.

The so-called monkey walking is a slight punishment for late sailors. The law enforcement officer will tie the hands of the sailors behind and handcuff the mast for 3 to 5 hours, without eating or drinking until the senior commander orders to be lifted.

Not only Corporal Farber, but almost every sailor, including most sailors, has basically suffered such torture. To say that the sailors have no complaints about this, that is a lie, but everyone has all concentrated their anger on the British.

The sailors seemed extremely respectful to the kind and generous Regent, especially to Faber.

The sailor still remembered the traces of whipping on his body, and the Regent went to the medical station to apply medicine himself. Although afterwards, the ugly and a big temper, the head nurse at the nurse who was very kind once complained that the Regent's clumsy technique made Faber and others worsen the injuries of the others for several days, but the sailors who were whipped were extremely happy about this.

Two weeks ago, during the actual combat drill, a sailor inserted several grenades into the leads in advance due to inadvertent operation, causing the jumping Mars in the cabin to ignite the leads of one of the shells.

Just when the busy people were unaware of it, Faber noticed the crisis in time. He was quick-witted and picked up the burning grenade of the lead, and then quickly threw it on the sea through a nearest gun window, thus avoiding a major disaster on the gun deck.

It was also based on this brave behavior and his good performance in the past that Faber, who had five years of sailor experience, was awarded the rank of French corporal, and the regent symbolically sewed him a priest-command epaulette.

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When all the masts and sail cables were intact after checking that they were all intact, Faber came to the lookout table of the main mast. He raised the kerosene lamp in his hand and shook it upwards, and soon received the positive response from the other two observers above his head.

Everything shows that it will be safe tonight, and there is no danger in the nearby waters, and the harsh storm weather that was brewing before seemed to have deviated from its original trajectory and began to run towards the Norwegian continent.

Soon, a thin rope with a cloth bag slowly hangs down from the mast. The two sailors at the watchtower asked for food from the sergeant on duty. After 5 minutes, Faber, who returned from the night kitchen, met the reasonable requirements of the two ferzes.

At the same time, he also prepared a hot oatmeal porridge for himself, two pieces of black bread with bacon. However, according to the strict regulations of the warship, Faber's eating time must wait until the sailors on the gazebo table finished eating.

The above are not the original intention of the British instructor, but the special grace given by the Regent to the sailors on duty.

On warships, night shifts are the hardest thing, especially when warships sail in the cold and stormy North Sea. One night shift is 4 hours, from 8 pm to midnight, and from midnight to 4 pm.

Usually the unlucky sailors on duty will be trembling all over by the cold and hungry.

During a night patrol, Desai discovered this bad situation. After receiving the approval of General Bomai, all the officers and soldiers on duty in the advance fleet will enjoy a post-hour snack.

In addition, the sailors' clothes were no longer thin. In order to adapt to the cold climate of the North Sea and the Baltic Sea, Desai sent people to urgently purchase a batch of British tweed coats in Manchester, which could help the sailors on duty to resist the cold weather in the middle of the night.

After eating the food voraciously, Faber continued to carry a kerosene lamp and walked back and forth on the back deck. From time to time, he had to get communication with the lookout platform, pay attention to abnormal situations and capricious weather from the sea, and report to the officers on duty at any time.

One hour later, Faber leaned against the inside of the ship's side and took a short rest. Inadvertently, his hands touched the sergeant's eaves on his arm and the scar under the eaves sleeve.

This scar fell three years ago in the port of Cadiz in southern Spain. Compared with the thousands of other companions who died tragically under the sword of the barbaric Spanish, Faber was still lucky. His arm was only scratched by the violent murderer. However, his two brothers were not so lucky, and Faber could not find their corpses yet.

Of course, I can escape the massacre of angry Spaniards, and I need to thank the British who seem extremely arrogant but sometimes maintain a gentlemanly demeanor. Especially the former commander of the British Mediterranean Fleet, who is now hired as the general military adviser of the Navy Fleet of the United Kingdom of Catalonia, General Collingwood.

It was precisely because of General Collingwood's solemn protests and active negotiations that Cadiz forced the resistance government to release the other 4,000 captured French sailors who had not yet been executed. Faber, who was born in Marseille, was one of the lucky ones.

Under normal circumstances, Britain and France will take the initiative to exchange their respective prisoners of war. However, the 4,000 captured French sailors in the Port of Cadiz and the more than 20,000 French soldiers who surrendered in the Battle of Bailan were two accidents.

In Paris, the Army Department adhered to Napoleon's irrational will and refused to redeem more than 20,000 soldiers who served hard on Palma. In order to conceal their mistakes, the bureaucrats of the Admiralty deliberately forgot the 4,000 sailors stranded in the British Gibraltar Fortress.

According to the original history, 90% of the French soldiers captured in the Battle of Bailan will die of illness, starve, or tortured to death on the island of Palma de Parma in the Mediterranean; in addition, after learning that they had been ruthlessly abandoned by the French monarch, most of them vowed to be loyal to Britain George III, and chose to join the British Royal Navy to participate in the blockade in 1813.

However, the unexpected appearance of the time traveler allowed these two glorious and brave French troops to continue to remain in the French combat sequence and eventually became the middle force between the United Kingdom of Catalonia's Army and Navy.

However, almost all these French soldiers changed their original nationality, so the object of their loyalty was no longer the Emperor Napoleon who was far away in Paris and was high above him, but the Regent, who gave him his second life, the kindness His Highness Andrew Desay, the merciful Emperor.

By the time Faber left the ship's side and continued his patrol, he had given up his painful memories of humiliation and misfortune in his past, and then looked forward to Prince Desai giving the expeditionary soldiers a promise that they would obtain 20 hectares of fertile land on the Eastern European plains.

The so-called Eastern European plain is located in eastern Europe and one of the second plains in the world. Its range starts from the Arctic Ocean in the north, to the Black Sea in the south, and the coast of the Caspian Sea; from the Ural Mountains in the east and to the Baltic Sea in the west, and is a vast area of ​​nearly 4 million square kilometers. Countries including the Eastern European part of Russia, Poland, Estonia, Latvia, Lithuania, Belarus, Ukraine and other countries are all on this wavy plain. Its average altitude is about 170 meters. Since most of the Eastern European plains are in Russia, it is also called the Russian plain.

While resting in Port Faro, Portugal, Sailor Faber once asked a Polish officer who knew French about the situation about the Eastern European plains. The Polish lieutenant was extremely enthusiastic and vividly exaggeratedly described: On the vast and flat Slavic prairie, just grab a handful of black soil and a rich grease can flow out from the gaps in the fingertips.

The vast plains and fertile land have a devilish and irresistible temptation for Catalan soldiers who have lived in the Mediterranean mountainous areas for a long time. This is especially true for Faber.

Although Faber, 23, is still unmarried, he is not a person who can eat and have no worries for the whole family. The kind Faber must support his elderly parents and raise five nieces left by his two brothers who died. Therefore, every month, his salary is basically sent back to his home in Marseille. On weekdays, Faber never messes with other sailors at the dock and spends money on women.

Although the British navy had a very strict hierarchy, they were extremely generous with the salary of ordinary sailors. New sailors could get a monthly salary of 17 shillings (equivalent to francs) of 6pence; while sailors who knew how to operate cables on the deck had a monthly salary of 23 shillings and 6pence; as for sailors like Farber, who had rich experience and practical experience, who could work at the mast end or perform the role of gunner, they could enjoy 33 shillings (francs) per month.

If you include the job and position allowances, Faber can get 48 francs per month, which is a very high salary throughout Europe. But this is far from enough, and it can only meet the minimum living standards of two elderly parents and five nieces.

On weekdays, Faber envies those army brothers who have 5 to 8 hectares of land on the Ebro River Plain for various achievements. So when he formed the Catalan advance fleet and went to Poland, Faber took the initiative to join.

"20 hectares are not enough. I have 5 nieces and nieces, and I need to leave 100 hectares for them, and another 100 hectares for myself. So, I must become an officer, well, at least a naval colonel to get these 200 hectares of fertile land!" Secretly, Faber kept cheering himself up and praying that God would let the good wishes in my heart come soon.
Chapter completed!