Durin's Diary

Chapter 884 Drinking with You

The old man arrived at the air force base all by himself in an army vehicle.

He had heard that Dulin's discussions with the military that morning had given the army a lot of inspiration for equipment, so he came to the base to see if his descendant could still do something tough for the air force.

After getting out of the car, he went up to the driver and the old man handed him a cigarette: "Thanks, little brother."

"Marshal, you're too kind," the old man driving said with a smile.

"I am no longer a marshal," the old man chuckled.

"But you are still the marshal in the eyes of us old bones. We all remember you leading us in battle on the front lines." The old man said, taking out a lighter and lighting the cigarette in the old marshal's mouth.

He was about to light his cigarette when he heard a very loud bang from above.

They looked up together, gazing at the sky.

What you see is a drop of water flying high in the sky.

"What kind of concept aircraft has the Air Force come up with this time? It flies so fast, I can't seem to see the propeller or the nozzle." The old man simply leaned half of his small body out.

"Who knows? Prime Minister Luo always manages to come up with something new for us Changtang people." The old man was already used to it. Based on his understanding of Prime Minister Luo's descendant, this kid had a lot of ulterior motives. There's a saying in the Air Force: there are three types of aircraft, namely, those that can be displayed, those that are too advanced to be displayed, and those that are still just blueprints.

That's great. This thing has a very small turning radius, and it can even make a sudden stop, turn, and then return the way it came, which seems to make it even faster.

"Marshal, please take me inside to take a look. This thing is amazing! It turned around and flew back right there!" The old man pointed to the sky and said to the old man.

"Alright, alright, I'll take you in, but could you please stop calling me Marshal? If the censors hear this, they'll impeach me in the main hall, and I can't even argue with them." The old man said as he opened the carriage door, gesturing for the halfling to get out.

"Who cares about them? The censors only have one mouth. Do you think they can drown me in their spittle?" The old man muttered as he followed the old man toward the gate of the air force base.

"Don't rush to scold them. When I resigned as marshal, they helped me scold them for three whole years." The old man said with a smile, "Given the navy's arrogant attitude, it's not easy for them to endure being scolded for three years. They must have realized where they went wrong."

"Marshal, you are too merciful. We should strike hard against those scoundrels. This is in the navy. If it were the army, you wouldn't even need to lift a finger. If anyone dared to abandon his brothers on the front lines and run away, our political commissar would shoot him on the spot!"

Upon reaching the gate, the little old man stood behind the little old man and accepted the guard's salute.

"Your Excellency Marshal, what brings you here today? Prime Minister Luo is inside."

"I'm this Marshal's coachman today," the old man said smugly, tossing a pack of cigarettes to the guard before quickly following the old man.

Upon entering the base, he saw the structures on the maintenance area in the distance: "Wait, these things are still there. What are those things in the sky?"

He looked up again and saw the water droplet flying low overhead—only this time did he realize that the water droplet was not coated with the sky-colored base coat.

"Pilot Liu, you didn't go up to the sky today, so who's up there?" The old man walked over and asked the celestial master in the flight suit.

The latter glanced at Prime Minister Luo, who in turn looked at the two girls sitting to the side eating melon seeds before turning to the curious old man: "It's Du Lin." "Ah, is it him? When did he gain spiritual power?"

“He said he just got pregnant,” said the rabbit spirit among the two girls.

You know what, this person speaks Changtang language quite well, although with a slight accent. But judging from their clothes, they're definitely not from Changtang, which matches what the intelligence said about Dulin's wife.

Thinking of this, the old man also went over: "Mr. Dulin is flying in the sky now. His turn is too fast. I just saw him from outside. He was almost turning around on the spot. I have never seen such an outrageous turning radius when I watched you fly before."

"It's Marshal Zhang." Pilot Liu saluted the old man.

The old man waved his hand: "No need to be so polite, tell me what happened."

Then the old man heard a very outrageous story from the pilot—Mr. Dulin came to the air force base, saw the psionic astronauts' equipment, slapped his forehead, and then handcrafted a new set of equipment, which he was currently putting into practice in the air.

No, it's one thing for you to make guns and cannons, but how come you can even handcraft air force equipment?

With this sense of astonishment, the old man looked at his old marshal and said, "Your descendants are too powerful."

"Perhaps it's because he's a master craftsman," the old man said, sounding somewhat unsure.

At this moment, Prime Minister Luo pointed to the sky: "Look, the next step is the attack test."

So all four of them looked up—the ground crew had already released a whole bunch of balloons, and in the distance, the water droplet was flying back with a radius that was almost the same as when it turned around in place.

As the water droplets approached the balloons, they unfolded and merged into a circular 'shield'. Then, all the droplet-shaped weapons flew out at high speed, popping all the balloons at irregular angles within just three seconds.

Watching the teardrop-shaped weapon fly back to the shield, the old man looked at Prime Minister Luo and said, "Prime Minister Luo, there really are geniuses in this world."

"Yes, there really is a genius." Luo Xiangguo sighed as he said this: "Such a good child, what can I say?"

"Stop complaining. Without that drink, there would be no bite." The old man seemed indifferent. He turned to look at the old man and said, "You know, when I first saw this child, I thought he was just a spoiled brat from a duke's family. But I know my eyes received the wrong signal. This child has an excellent reputation."

The old man listened intently: "Do you regret it?"

"I have nothing to regret. If I hadn't sent her away, would this child have been born into this world?" the old man retorted.

The old man naturally understood this as well, so he shook his head: "You said that without the drink, there would be no bite. So without Elsh of the Elsh family, and Roy of the Corleone family, this child would never have appeared in this world. In the end, we should still thank the Mo family."

"That's right." After saying that, the old man smiled as he watched the little candle dragon slowly descend.

"Look, this is a good child of the Mo family."

This made the old man quite emotional—after all, it had been a long time since he had seen his old marshal smile so happily.

(End of this chapter)