Durin's Diary

Chapter 881 Banquet of Ping Le

All three played well. The old monkey without a tail scored 197 points. The elf was a bit slower, but still managed a high score of 203 points. The last one, wearing glasses, scored an 8 on his first shot, but all his other shots were on the 10s.

They unanimously agreed that the gun was good, but it still needed further adjustments—such as better recoil control and the possibility of adding a 1-4x scope.

These are not problems; Sun Yi can have the factory hand-rubbed on-site.

Then there's the assault rifle—Changtang also has fully automatic rifles, but they're all for the police, used against criminals within the territory—Changtang is a nation of soldiers, everyone can use a gun, so the police's firepower is usually excessive.

This can be seen from the fact that even small-sized police officers can use 6mm small-caliber automatic rifles – they all have a bullpup design, making them truly suitable for all ages.

Dulin's semi-automatic and fully automatic rifles both use the appearance of the EBR M14, while the fully automatic short-barreled version uses the appearance of the Troy M14.

The full-size, fully automatic weapons were left to the older men to develop, while Dulin began working with Luo Xiangguo to modify the short-barreled guns.

First, the folding stock was quickly changed to a retractable type, and eventually it was changed to a fixed small stock with a large buffer spring to minimize recoil.

At the same time, the muzzle was modified to use a detachable large muzzle brake.

The forehand grip has been changed to a grip suitable for smaller users, and it comes in several models.

Luo Xiangguo received the new gun and fired a shot at the target. The bullet hit the target, but the barrel was too short and the propellant burned incompletely. Not only did the muzzle flash go far out, but it also affected aiming.

After thinking for a moment, Dulin decided to reduce the amount of propellant and at the same time arrange a pattern on the barrel to increase the muzzle velocity of the bullet.

After this modification, the effect was good. Although there was still some muzzle flash, it no longer affected the shooting. Luo Xiangguo fired twenty shots and scored 187 rings.

Although it's significantly lower compared to the other shooters, it's still quite impressive for a small-statured shooter to hit the target with a 12mm round.

“The effective range is not good. Full-power bullets can hit a thousand meters on your semi-automatic, but the power of my gun will be greatly reduced after four or five hundred meters. It’s a pity, but there’s nothing we can do about it.” Luo Xiangguo looked at the gun with some affection: “I’ll take this gun back and let the people at our military factory think of a solution.”

"No problem." Dulin had no objections. In any case, whether it was spending money or saving money, it was none of his business.

After the representatives had finished playing with the guns, it was already afternoon. Sun Yi suggested that if they didn't mind the simple meals at the factory canteen, they could have whatever they wanted.

This "anything goes" refers to one bowl of beef stew with potatoes, one bowl of fried tofu, one bowl of rice cake topped with sugar, one bowl of seaweed soup, and unlimited rice per person.

"Three dishes and a soup is quite a feast for us old folks." The old man with the tailless monkey said, then looked at Du Lin and asked, "I wonder if young Mr. Du Lin can get used to this simple meal."

The old men were all delighted.

Dulin chuckled, "Anything's fine, no problem."

Among this group, the old men from Changtang were all former soldiers who had endured all kinds of hardships, so these three soups and one dish were more than enough for them.

But they didn't expect that for Dulin in his previous life, three dishes and a soup were already far above standard. When he went on missions, he would eat a biscuit with ice or simply starve himself.

Throughout his life, apart from spending some money traveling the world in his old age, Dulin donated all the money he had left to the Tower.

I came from the tower, and I should return to the tower in the end. So, Dulin and Melinda sat down, one a dragon and the other a rabbit, looking incredibly happy.

As a hunter, Melinda endured harsh weather every day, and for her, three dishes and a soup were full of exotic flavors and were quite remarkable.

So, in the end, the meal turned into the old men looking at each other in disbelief as the little candle dragon and the little rabbit spirit devoured the simple fare.

During the break, Luo Xiangguo came over again: "Du Lin, what are your thoughts on the Air Force?"

"As for the air force, I have indeed considered making aircraft that ordinary people can use, but in the Western Continent, battle mages are more in line with the trend. After all, there are far more mid- to low-level mages than ordinary people who have started training from scratch." Dulin also spoke frankly: "I heard that you Changtang have pilots. Can I go and take a look?"

“No problem, how about this, 2 PM, if there are no issues, I’ll take you there,” Luo Xiangguo said.

"Do you Air Force personnel also have rest periods?" Dulin asked, somewhat puzzled. Why did it have to be until 2 PM?

"I need to go find the Emperor to approve your itinerary now. Although it wouldn't be a problem to ask the Air Force commanders, you are, after all, a dwarf demon named Zhulong. Several commanders in the Air Force are also dwarf demons. If they just let you in, you might have to argue with the censors for who knows how long in the main hall afterwards." Luo Xiangguo looked troubled as he said this.

Dulin understood: "Then you should go find the Emperor to get the approval first. I'll wait for you here."

"Alright, I'll leave now. Don't open the door. The young people in the detection room of the Candle Dragon Pavilion have been suffering from heart failure from you opening the door so often these past few days." After stopping Du Lin from opening the door, Luo Xiangguo went outside to get a car and left.

Dulin, who remained behind, looked helpless, while Melinda was all smiles.

"You should open fewer portals in the future."

“How can we not open the door? You forgot that we walked more than four miles on Chang’an Street a couple of days ago and still hadn’t passed that red wall. I was numb. The West said that their summer palace was so big, but compared to this, it’s as big as a toilet.” Dulin naturally complained about this.

Melinda's rabbit teeth were practically flashing in the wind as she smiled. She patted Dulin on the back and said, "It's okay. Walking around is good for you. Look at me, I walk in the woods every day. I guess it's good for me to stay in shape."

"I'm so cute, I don't need that." Dulin naturally had a different opinion on this.

Melinda scoffed and stretched out her small hand, swift as lightning, pinching the fat on Dulin's waist: "When I came, Anta told me that you eat like a glutton every day but don't exercise much, so you must have gained quite a bit of weight..."

"No, she's not my mom! How can she control me like this!" Dulin screamed urgently.

"If you successfully lose weight, Anta said he'll make you some delicious meat patties," Melinda offered.

"I'm not a child." Dulin felt this was going too far.

“If we succeed, I’ll stay home with you this year,” Melinda said, making her second condition.

Dulin reached into his waistband with both hands and, without batting an eye, pulled out two lumps of fat.

As for the wound on his waist, it had already healed when Dulin withdrew his hand.

Never seen this before, have you? My weight loss methods have always been this hardcore.

(End of this chapter)