After completing the reorganization of the army and recruitment of new recruits, a series of intense and orderly pre-war training was followed. The entire training was divided into three levels, from low to high, namely the quality training of new recruits, the adaptive training of veterans and the ability training of special forces. In addition, there is also the training of officers, in this regard, Andrew himself personally "teached" middle and senior officers at the school level and above, mainly in the form of sand table drills, and then they recorded the training of their respective subordinates after they were recorded.

The quality training of recruits is mainly divided into basic queue exercises and basic combat training. From standing attentively, salute, queuing, to walking in line with rifles, left and right, etc., all kinds of monotonous and boring commands filled the entire recruit playground. The main purpose is to cultivate soldiers' discipline and sense of responsibility. Basic combat training is to teach recruits how to use and maintain guns, how to arrange scattered soldiers or dense queues, how to attack and retreat, how to march and camp, how to distinguish enemy and our uniforms and ranks, how to understand maps and obstacles, how to accept orders and obey orders, etc.

The training of veterans is not easy. In addition to the tutoring culture courses, the main direction of their training is adaptive training on the complex mountains and plateau terrain with ice peaks and snow ridges, ravines and ravines, including camouflage and concealment, fighting training, basic rescue, etc. Among them, the officers particularly emphasize the training of urgent marching and bayonet fighting. Every morning, soldiers must fight dozens of pounds of backpacks and run to the wild mountains with full arms for training. Andrew understands that in the real battlefield, there are very few casualties caused by bayonet fighting. The reason why bayonet training is emphasized is mainly to cultivate the combat blood of soldiers. According to his words, "Battles are the soul of soldiers, and a real soldier is never afraid of bayonet fighting."

In conjunction with the restructuring of military uniforms, Andrew also changed the rank logo in imitating modern rank standards. Since Andrew himself served as the deputy minister of the Army and had this power, the change did not arouse opposition from the Public Security Commission and the Army.

According to Commander Andrew's suggestion, cultural courses, including patriotism and revolutionism, were also arranged in the evening. The regulations required all soldiers to be familiar with the various management rules in the military camp, and strictly required every illiterate soldier to master 3 to 5 French words every day, and to understand and write simple orders or official documents within 2 months. Any soldier who does not accept or resists learning will be severely punished by the instructor.

Originally, the officers in the legion were extremely opposed to letting soldiers conduct such cramming learning, but Andrew was always unmoved and stubbornly insisted on his own ideas. That was how revolutionary soldiers who had seen a strong spirit armed with their simple weapons to defeat seemingly powerful and extremely fierce enemies with their simple weapons. Maintaining various cultural and ideological education is to train soldiers as future officers. In this regard, Dawu and Massena strongly agreed with the commander's approach.

Therefore, under the collective coercive behavior of the three generals of the Legion, even if the officers and soldiers had huge complaints, they could only swallow them in their stomachs. Amid the instructor's impatient scolding, the soldiers who had worked hard for a day could only stay up late to study every day with their lives.

The training of special forces is personally responsible by General Andrew and Colonel Shush. Compared with the training of other types of troops, special forces have to learn almost all types of troops (infantry, cavalry, artillery and other auxiliary types). The strict requirements, the difficulty and the intensity make ordinary people frightened.

A special forces soldier from the Pyrenees Army recorded his "tragic" experience at the training camp in his diary:

My name is Madieu. I am from the outskirts of Paris. I am 20 years old and have been a veteran who has been enlisted for more than a year. I was previously affiliated with the Vander Legion and later made military achievements in quelling the rebellion in the area. I was selected into the newly established Special Forces Brigade of the Pyrenees. To be honest, I don’t know if it was my luck or the beginning of the nightmare when I entered the Special Forces Brigade.

It is indeed a bit lucky. First, it is the honor of the Special Forces Brigade. According to the commander, the members of the Special Forces are elites of elites and the most combat-effective team in the legion. It was originally planned to recruit 1,000 people from the legion of more than 50,000 people, but after a very strict assessment, only less than 800 people were selected. This is the commander's request rather than be confused.

It is indeed a pleasure for me to stand out among so many comrades. At least the extremely jealous gaze of the unselected person told me; and it was also an exciting thing for me to be promoted from a private to a reserve sergeant. Colonel Xiushi told us that if we can successfully complete all training subjects within 60 days and through practical exercises, the word "preparation" added to our heads will be removed, and those with excellent grades will be promoted to lieutenant and become real officers. So everyone worked hard and prepared to replace the bar (non-commander logo) hanging on their arms with the small silver star (non-commander logo) on their shoulders.

But the day before the training began, I realized that this was not easy to keep. I remember that it was the 12th day of the second year of the Republic, that is, on the afternoon of May 3, 1794 (I don’t know why, Commander Andrew always asked the legion to tell him the date of the Gregorian calendar, rather than the current Republican calendar). All the soldiers entering the Special General Brigade were concentrated in the central clearing in the secret camp dozens of miles away from the base camp. Commander Andrew, Colonel Shush, and many instructors around them were there, and the main content was welcome speeches, etc.

The commander's speech is always so inspiring, and he constantly paints a beautiful future for us in his words: money, beauty, honor, etc. is almost at our fingertips. In the past, I often heard the commander's speech, but I felt extremely excited every time, especially this time, I was closer to him, less than 3 meters away. The commander's last blessing ended his speech, "... soldiers, I call you so now. I hope that when we arrive in Madrid in three months, I can call you, 'Hi, Captain!' Perhaps the best among you will become school officials, even generals."

But then, the speech of the chief instructor, Colonel Xiushi, made all his companions feel cold. The expressionless colonel simply announced a passage, "Welcome all lucky ones to enter the devil training camp. No matter whether you are new or veterans, no matter how strong your ability is, I just hope that you will work hard, hard, and train harder! I don't want to call some of you cowards or fools, but I will never be stingy with my anger. Please remember: Once you arrive at the camp, the special brigade is your wife. You must give your sex completely to the special brigade, to the playground and bayonet."

After gathering, the teams were organized and distributed equipment, and after everything was done, it was already 8 o'clock in the evening, and they could only go to the barracks to rest after dinner. My instructor was Sergeant Doyle, a serious old man, about 40 years old. When the rounds were checked at 10 o'clock in the evening, he warned us: The formal training camp will start tomorrow, and everyone should be ready for rest.

Tomorrow?!As usual, of course, it was after six in the morning. We all thought so, but we were all wrong, and we were very wrong. That night, just after 12 o'clock, and at 0:00 on May 4, a rapid military whistle sounded around the camp. Before I fell asleep for two hours, I was kicked off from the bed by Sergeant Doydd. In a daze, according to the commander's request, I put on clothes and put on the bed, tidied up my backpack, grabbed my weapons, rushed to the playground. Because of my anxiety, I accidentally hit the door frame hard, and arranged it with my comrades with my nose and face.

Obviously, Colonel Shush was not satisfied with our assembly speed because it took us a full 20 minutes, and the dogmatic rule was 5 minutes. After a severe reprimand, he punished us for the first time to run around the camp for 15 laps, until three o'clock in the morning, exhausted we returned to the barracks to rest, which was less than 3 hours away from daytime training. Since then, the emergency gathering in the early morning happened almost every two days. In order to avoid the instructor's reprimand, we had to sleep with clothes every night, take care of the backpack in advance, and put our weapons next to the pillow, but many people were still punished to run.

The collection at night is just called simple torture, while the training during the day is truly destruction. From the most basic queue training to physical strength, empty-handed or bayonet fighting, mountain training, wild survival, medical rescue, weapon use, tactical skills, etc., many of which have never been heard of before.

For us veterans, queue training and medical rescue are the simplest, and it is a good time to have a little "rest"; weapon use and tactical skills are the most popular subjects for us; empty-hand or bayonet fighting often makes me or my opponent mixed up; and the most terrifying thing is the field survival training, which requires training at different altitudes, terrain, and climate conditions.

I am an infantryman and am familiar with the use and maintenance of various types of guns, including rifles, but this is not enough, because I was also asked to act as a gunner, cavalry, and engineer. A 6-dash cannon requires 3 to 4 people to fire normally, but the instructor in charge of teaching artillery training allowed me to operate independently by myself, and there were specific time requirements. God bless them to not let me pull the cannon alone, which was a blessing in disgrace. I was also very good at riding horses, just chopping more than 30 winter melons with a saber on the back of a horse, which was really exhausting my arms; and the work of the engineering battalion actually required us to be able to cut mountains and roads for the subsequent troops and build floating bridges. This is a hard work.

The above is nothing. The worst thing is the so-called physical training. My physical fitness is pretty good, but I have to bear 50 days of weight to carry and engage in long-distance running and mountain climbing training of thousands of meters or even more than ten kilometers. That is a training that Iron Man can't bear. At the foot of the mountain at an altitude of 800 meters, I rushed to the peak at an altitude of more than 2,800 meters. The instructor stipulated that it would only take 4 hours to go back and forth.

To be honest, the weapons and equipment of the special forces are the best, and the food is the most delicious. Our bread is no longer black bread, and there are expensive butters that even a few generals can't afford on the dining table. The meat is not supplied in quantity like other troops. It is always open to supply, so that we can eat as much as we can. But this kind of good thing can only be obtained during weekday camp training. When it is the turn of survival in the wild, everything will be improved.

The instructor led the soldiers to a strange environment, but only gave us two days of food and drinking water (ruffled bread) each, but asked everyone to survive independently in the woodland or on the mountain for 7 days. When the food was used up, we had to look for wild vegetables or mountain goods that we explained in class to satisfy our hunger. Because it was strictly forbidden to make fire, we had to eat and peel it alive. I remember one time, because I and a few friends couldn't find slightly delicious food, they actually worked together to kill a python. The disgusting bloody smell made me remember it now. Of course, I was lucky, after all, after all, my hungry comrades actually fought alone with the old bear. The result is conceivable.

Learning in class is not only about understanding wild vegetables, but also about tactical techniques. Commander Andrew personally taught us how to go deep into the enemy's back, how to capture prisoners of war, how to use Nighthawks as a communication tool, how to interrogate and counter-interrogation, perform assassination, kidnapping, misleading the enemy, and other despicable techniques. I heard from the instructor that all the teachings of the Special Forces Brigade were compiled by the Commander himself. Perhaps it was from that time that I really began to know this magical mountain general and understand the real secret of his victory. This is also what he taught us every time, "The most important rule in war is that there is no rule. For victory, we should do everything and do everything!" The commander's words were quickly verified.

Not long after, I unexpectedly found that there were a large number of strangers sitting beside me. Looking around, there were many girls among them, beautiful women. This made me and my brothers lit up. While my lower body was extremely inflated, I had to tightly clamp my hands or legs, because everyone was afraid of Colonel Xiushi's punishment, especially during the time the commander taught himself.

One thing is strange. All strangers, in terms of body shape and various military qualities, do not meet the minimum requirements of special forces soldiers. They can be said to be far apart. To put it bluntly, they are not as good as ordinary recruits in the legion. As long as they look at their extremely clumsy appearance, they have no military style at all. I can guarantee that among the strange men and women in this Bangzi, many people have never even touched guns, and most of them cannot tell the left and right, but the small ones can enter the special secret training camp of the special forces brigade and listen to the commander's lecture. This is really puzzling.

After a few days, I realized that they were all Irish, special guests of Commander Andrew. Since the Irish came to the camp suddenly, they never talked to each other and trained with us, and even arranged rooms and meals separately, and only gathered with us when General Andrew taught himself.

The Irish people were indeed very fucking when they trained. I was not sure at first what their training subjects were, but later I learned that at first there were as many as 556 Irish people who entered the secret camp, but after the two-month training ended and a series of horrifying things, 55 people were resting in the cemetery near the secret camp forever. The casualties were 6 times higher than our special forces. But they did not have any complaints or fatigue, and continued to strengthen training day and night, and even had no time to attend the funeral of their comrades. In their own opinion, the sacrifices of their companions were caused by the damn British. Only by redouble their efforts can the British devils repay the souls of more than 1 million Irish compatriots who died unjustly. All of this was told by the Irish brothers I later met.

Starting from June, according to Colonel Shush's arrangement, we have been training with the Irish. Usually, we are in the army, and they become bandits, and occasionally they will switch. No matter how hard the Irish train, it is obviously not enough to make up for them to have not received long and strict regular training with the system. In head-on confrontation, whether it is a single confrontation or a team drill, the Irish are not our opponents. Generally, we can kill most of their squadrons in one team. In a few minutes, the Irish were sentenced to "dead", and our casualties were almost zero.

We have been defeated repeatedly and defeated repeatedly. These Irish people who look extremely weak usually look very kind and gentle, and look humble and polite like British gentlemen, but they are simply devils in the simulated battlefield. Regardless of victory or defeat, the Irish people always maintain a tough fighting spirit. The message of the confrontation was soon passed to Commander Andrew, and the general gave up all the affairs at hand and made a special trip to the Irish camp, and personally taught them step by step for three days and three nights. And after these three days, it was our turn to fall.

In the subsequent combat drills, the Irish completely gave up the confrontation and began to fight. They hid in the countryside jungle, ambushed in every corner of the city, usually for hours or even for a whole day, waiting quietly, waiting for us to relax our vigilance, they suddenly launched a fatal attack. I really don't know that the commander taught the damn Ailan "bandits" some unheard of shameless, despicable, and vulgar means and methods.

After they killed or kidnapped one or two soldiers on our side, they conspired to create a trap on the spot, and waited until reinforcements arrived and then carried out siege from all directions; women were still their usual tricks, often letting some beautiful women walk among us and seduce us, either throwing poison on food or attacking directly with daggers; the most terrifying thing is that the crazy Ailan "bandits" were still tied with simulated medicine all over their bodies, rushing towards the crowd concentrated in special forces to detonate, and obtaining the losses of multiple people on our side with one person's casualties;

During the training time, no matter when and wherever we are, they treat us like British devils and try their best not to let us be captured. When facing the scene of being captured, they resolutely bit off the poisonous buttons in their chests. Even after being injured and captured, they can still bite with their teeth and push their heads with their heads. When we lower our defense, we can use any part of their body to attack the "enemy" in front of them. After several battles, the victory and defeat comparison gradually evolved from the initial 0:10 to 4:6.

My comrades once described Irish soldiers like this, "The Irish people resisted desperately, crazy and tenaciously; they are not humans, but something made of steel. They are untiring and fearless of death..." All of this, as a regular army, I and my comrades couldn't bear it. They protested to their superiors countless times that they did not abide by the rules of the game and launched rude attacks. However, the result of each protest was fiercely scolded by Colonel Shush, and then they were collectively punished for a long-distance run.

During the camp's confrontation training, our hatred for the "bandits" of Iran's "bandits" had reached an unattractive level. We wanted to kill them like gritting our teeth and trying to deal with them, and we had created many good methods. The real use of these methods and means was on a more severe and cruel battlefield in the future. When the entire legion was helpless in the face of the elusive and cunning guerrilla attacks, the countless successful actions of the Special Forces Brigade saved the lives of many soldiers and officers, and also greatly changed the entire battle situation.

Speaking of this, we really want to thank the lovely "bandits" of Ailan, because all this is thanks to the teachings of "bandits" of Ailan. When I obtained the rank of school officer I had always dreamed of, what I thought of was those "bandits" of Ailan. But unfortunately, the whole process of awakening was too late. In August, just when we were fighting in the Spanish Plateau, the Ailans also secretly sneaked into the UK and carried out a series of sabotage activities, just like our drills. The war was cruel. Only two of the 501 Ailan warriors who were lucky enough to graduate with us survived until the end of the war. As for the casualties of the subsequent members, there were thousands, tens of thousands, and hundreds of thousands.

Their sacrifices were valuable. They not only won their own country's independence with difficulty, but also helped France in distress. In the British mainland, in overseas colonies, on land, on the sea, and in any corner of the British Empire, the gentlemen were frequently subjected to uncontrollable and wanton attacks by the Elanders, which made the British panic all day long, and everyone was in danger, causing their cabinet to mobilize a large number of regular troops to encircle and suppress, but they still could not be completely eliminated. All this made the arrogant British unable to have too much energy to pay attention to the development of war on the European continent, and watched General Andrew occupy one city after another and win one victory after another.
Chapter completed!