After all the ceremonies had concluded, Joseph announced that the first batch of students from the police academy would imdiately begin their live exercises.
The first batch of students had clearly not been inford in advance and all appeared very surprised upon hearing the news.
However, the instructors’ commands quickly made them realize that the live drills had already started.
This was a special arrangent by Joseph, with the purpose of testing the real mobilization capacity and response speed of the troops.
The urging voices of the instructors resounded everywhere: "Hurry! Move faster!"
"This is war, start running!"
"The last squad to assemble will run five laps as punishnt!"
The students didn’t panic, but instead dispersed in an orderly fashion under the command of their own squad leaders, quickly running back to their barracks.
anwhile, the cavalry and artillery rushed toward the stables...
Mirabeau had not expected that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince would invite him to have lunch in the military camp.
He sat amongst hundreds of police officers, looking at the simple tableware in front of him and feeling quite awkward, but when he turned his head, he found that the Crown Prince, the Director of Police Services, and others had already started eating heartily.
Having no choice, he joined in, and then noticed that, although the food looked coarse, it tasted decent, and there was at, vegetables, and bread—everything that was needed, almost no different from the officers’ als he had when serving in the cavalry.
When lunch ended, all the students stood up simultaneously, watching as the Crown Prince left the dining hall. Seeing the burning adoration and trust in their eyes, Mirabeau suddenly understood the important significance of this al.
After rejoining the Crown Prince’s party and returning to the training field, Mirabeau was surprised to find that the majority of the infantry had already completed their departure preparations, and not far away, the artilleryn were rushing horses, dragging several cannons in this direction.
He checked his watch, only half an hour had passed since the officers had given the order to assemble!
The only word that ca to his mind was "elite!"
Another half hour later, over a thousand fully ard police academy students were ford up in neat columns, leaving the training ground in a grand procession.
Of course, this was the speed that could be achieved without considering logistics preparation—it would take at least several days to gather all the logistical support.
The army of the first batch of students marched southward, maintaining a rapid pace, and finally arrived at Tutsi Town on the afternoon of the sixth day.
After resting there for a day, they finally t their training opponents for this internship—the third infantry of the Mulan Regint, led by Andre, who had just hurried over from Mulan.
After the two armies joined forces, Andre first t with the commanders of the police academy students to discuss the upcoming training matters, then had dinner together.
Once all official business was finished, Andre, who couldn’t wait any longer, ca to the police academy students’ camp, led by a police academy instructor, finally eting the young lieutenant who was not yet twenty years old.
The young man and Andre first saluted each other by tipping their hats, then warmly embraced one another.
Andre pulled the lieutenant back at a distance, looked at him up and down with a smile, and said, "Dear Nicolas, you’ve finally beco a true officer!"
The young man nad Nicolas replied with vibrant spirits, "Perhaps it won’t be long before I can beco a great Corps Commander like you, my dear brother."
"Haha, that day will co. But for now, you’ve just graduated, focus on gaining experience, don’t think about anything else," said Andre, patting his brother’s shoulder, "Actually, I think that in the future, the most accomplished among us Dawus will definitely be you."
"You’ve been smarter than since we were young, and serving under the Crown Prince, you will certainly climb the ranks much faster than I did."
The brothers hadn’t seen each other for more than two years and imdiately started to chat and laugh as they walked toward the edge of the camp.
"Wow, your military uniforms are truly magnificent; just look at those sharply tailored edges!"
Nicolas nodded, "It’s said that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had them designed by a famous Parisian designer. Oh, you haven’t seen the winter gear yet. It’s really impressive, all made of wool and reportedly costs 70 livres apiece."
Andre glanced down at his own old uniform, nearly letting envy spill from the corners of his mouth before hastily changing the subject, "By the way, when did you leave, and how did you arrive a day earlier than us?"
"We left Paris last Wednesday. Brother, it was a fast-paced march all the way, and I was utterly exhausted. You know, we’ve never marched this quickly at the academy."
Andre’s eyes widened in disbelief, "Are you saying you only marched for 6 days? From Paris to Tutsi Town is nearly 40 leagues!"
Forty leagues is 160 kiloters, which ans the police academy students marched over 26 kiloters per day. This was definitely a remarkable pace in the 18th century.
Keep in mind, the Mulan Regint also set out last Wednesday, covering less than 30 leagues, yet it took them one day longer than the police academy students.
This was the result of the rigorous physical training at the Paris Police Academy. In fact, if not for maintaining formation, those academy students could have easily marched an extra ten or so kiloters each day with their endurance.
Nicolas nodded, "The cadets at the academy have excellent stamina. I heard they often do exercises that include running one league with backpacks. I tried it a few days ago and could barely keep up with so of the slower ones."
Nicolas attended the Paris Military Academy and, although he worked extrely hard and was quite fit during his ti there, he had not undergone systematic cross-country running training and almost couldn’t keep up with the police academy students.
Hearing this, Andre frowned, "If what you’re saying is true, then my corps might have a very tough ti in this exercise."
But he imdiately smiled again, "Fortunately, I’ve brought one of Mulan’s finest regints. Even if we can’t out-march you, in things like formations and shooting, we’ll certainly win back so ground."
"That remains to be seen," Nicolas replied with an odd look, "Do you know how the police academy trains in shooting?"
"How do they train?"
"Previously with flintlock guns, it was 10 shots every 3 days. After switching to caplock guns, the Director of Academic Affairs said to get familiar with the new guns faster, we increased it to 5 shots a day."
"Five shots a day?!" Andre gasped, his own regint only fired that many every half a month.
He suddenly noticed a term his brother had just ntioned, "What’s a ’caplock gun’ that you ntioned?"
Nicolas pointed to a police academy student on patrol not far away with a firearm on his back, "Look, that one. I have one too, but I left it over there. It’s said to be a new gun designed by His Majesty the King, others say by the Crown Prince. When firing, you don’t have to pour in priming powder, just insert a copper cap. Oh, like this..."
He said as he took a percussion cap out of his belt pouch and handed it to his brother, "This gun can be loaded three to four seconds faster than a Charleville, and it also has a slightly longer range."
Andre’s face darkened, as he began to consider how he would explain to his wife, the Duchess of Vilar, if his seasoned soldiers were to be defeated by police academy students with less than a year of training.
The next morning, with the sound of a cannon, the joint exercise between the Mulan Regint and the first batch of Paris Police Academy students officially began.
According to the rules, whichever side reached the Paris Mars Field first could "occupy" the high ground there, taking up a more advantageous defensive position. The later arrivals had no choice but to launch an assault.
Just two hours later, Andre received a report from his scouts saying that the "enemy" had already entered march mode.
He was surprised and looked through his binoculars, indeed noting that the police academy students had already set off in neat formation.
"How is this possible?" he turned to his staff officer, "Did they prepare in advance?"
The latter also lifted his binoculars in haste, "That’s impossible, Commandant. I had people supervising their side, they definitely would not... wait, are they not taking any supply wagons?"
"Hmm?" Andre scrutinized further and saw that his staff officer was correct.
He imdiately showed a smile, "These inexperienced youngsters will soon have to stop and wait for their supply trains."
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