Durin's Diary

Chapter 904 Daliang City

When Dulin opened the portal, there were gunshots everywhere and the sound of shells flying overhead.

You know what, that whistling sound is actually quite invigorating.

As Dulin stepped out of the teleportation hall, he saw civilians and logistics personnel everywhere, transporting ammunition and the wounded, crowding the entire street into chaos.

With a casual push, Dulin's psionic energy leveled a row of nearby houses—since no one was inside anyway.

With improved transportation, Dulin walked toward the city wall.

Based on the speed of sound propagation and the trajectory and altitude of the shell confirmed by sight, the shell came from 27 kilometers away. The point of impact was unsurprisingly about 3 miles outside the pass. It is unknown whether it was covering the follow-up troops of the demon army or if it hit too high.

The analysis was provided immediately upon the arrival of the National Day holiday.

It is said that the demon army followed the vanguard. Lady Qi is a healing master, and besides her, there are only some other healing masters and Zhulong. The lack of high-end combat power will cause the garrison's casualty rate to reach a terrifying number.

No one would agree to let a healing master risk his life.

So Dulin came to carry out the order.

"Hey! Where are you going, kid!" A soldier wearing an armband walked over: "And another thing! Was it you who just knocked down that house? What will happen when the owners of those houses come back?"

Dulin tossed the sign in his hand to the soldier: "Go to the military for compensation. What I see is that ammunition can't be delivered and wounded can't be transported down. You should find someone to level the entire block right now, set up a field hospital and supply center on the spot, and tell all the civilians to quickly take away their valuables. I'll give them ten minutes. If they can't leave, drag them away. Afterwards, let them come to me and sue me."

"Yes, Commander! We will carry out your orders without hesitation!" After glancing at the plaque he had caught, the soldier immediately saluted Dulin.

“Where is the local commander?” Dulin asked.

“He…he…” The young man couldn’t answer.

“If you can’t answer, I’ll shoot you. He’s not here, so I’ll shoot him. You have ten seconds,” Dulin said, pulling out his pistol.

"He's in Daliang City!" The young man swallowed after saying that.

"A holiday?" Dulin asked again.

He shook his head.

"Find a team to bring him back from Daliang City. I want to personally skin him alive in front of all the soldiers in this garrison." After saying this, Du Lin walked towards the city gate.

"My lord! The outside is full of enemies..." The young man was only halfway through his sentence when he heard a series of exclamations coming from the city wall.

What? What do you mean the mountain stood up?

The next second, the belatedly aware lieutenant from the military law department burst into tears—because he heard cheers.

The voice said, "A great power is awakening the mountains!"

………………

Old Liang was standing in the bunker halfway up the hill, dragging his injured young assistant along. Old Liang's leg was injured, and the young assistant's injury was unknown; perhaps the recent surgery had severely injured him, as he was only vomiting blood.

The high ground still exists, but the surface has been submerged by the demon spawn—those red-skinned skinners killed all the young people who couldn't escape to the high ground in time.

I'm finally going to die.

After placing the young man on the sandbag behind him, Lao Liang struggled to remove the machine gun bag from his back. This small hill was strategically important, and the demon army could only charge up one at a time, giving him enough time to empty all his bullets.

"Old Liang! Are you still alive?!" someone shouted from above.

"You won't die anytime soon! Do you still have machine gun ammunition belts on you?" Old Liang asked.

"My machine gun is broken, and here are unloaded ammunition belts and half-full boxes of rounds! There's also a rifle and three stripper clips. Damn it, we're going to die here today!" The voice above came from the only two eighteen-year veterans in the company. He was still alive, which made Lao Liang somewhat relieved: "Hang the gun down, I still have more than eighty rounds of machine gun ammunition! But my assistant is probably not going to make it! Keep those empty ammunition belts for me to burn after I die!"

"Damn it, young people are so damn fragile! And you old geezer have a foul mouth too!"

"You talk as if you're some kind of immortal being."

The two veterans laughed heartily at this point, while Lao Liang, no longer in conversation, fired short bursts of fire—his target was the casters rushing up after him; the skinning demons could be left to the riflemen further back, or they could be dealt with after they climbed up.

A short while later, the machine gun ran out of bullets. Old Liang took out his rifle from the holster that was lowered by a rope, put it into the bridge clamp, and then began to look for a target.

But soon, he saw a mountain standing up through the peephole. Huh?
He lowered his gun, staring in disbelief as the mountain stood up and then punched a large demon cub nearby into the ground.

Then more mountains rose up.

A great being has arrived!
Tears streamed down Lao Liang's face. He couldn't care less about anything else. He dropped his gun, turned around, took out a medicine bag from his waist, and knelt down beside the young man, trying to save him. But he found that the young man had stopped breathing at some point.

At this moment, a middle-aged man ran down the path from above. He glanced at the young man next to Lao Liang, and his smile froze on his face.

Before long, a military doctor ran down and examined the young man: "He's dead. The technique shattered his internal organs. Ordinary medicines are useless. The Celestial Master is in the city... My condolences."

"It's alright, I've been in the army for a long time, I'm used to it... Do you have any cigarettes?" Old Liang asked the army doctor.

The young medic shook his head. He got up and ran down the slope with the soldiers who were running down the mountain—all the demon foes who could run had run away. With the mountains awakening, any demon army that rushed up would only perish here.

They weren't human, but they understood that dying was the most worthless way to die.

"I have another one here." After saying that, the middle-aged veteran took out a crumpled cigarette, which was even half broken, from his pocket.

He placed it in the young man's hands, then put his own hands to his chest: "In the past, the surviving old brothers would let the young men carry a handful of soil from their hometown."

“This tobacco is grown using soil from our hometown; the land behind us is our hometown.” After saying this, Old Liang reached out and closed the young man’s eyes.

Then he sat up and began to treat the wound on his leg.

"You're also injured, why didn't you let the medic treat you?"

“What if a young man survives hiding in some corner? Maybe he needs a military doctor more than I do,” Lao Liang replied.

His old comrade-in-arms sat down beside him in silence and began to treat his wounds.

After bandaging them up, the two veterans sat on the sandbag bunker and watched the young men below execute the wounded soldiers of the demon army.

After a while, a group of people walked over.

The silver-haired Candle Dragon at the head of the group attracted the attention of two veterans. Although they were old, they had good eyesight, but they couldn't recognize who this person was.

However, the young military judges who followed him all said that he was a great master who could awaken the mountains.

"So young? But your hair is already white. Everyone says that the Candle Dragons live a long life, but in this chaotic world, they don't have it easy either," the old comrade sighed.

"Nobody has it easy," Old Liang said softly.

He glanced at his assistant who was lying there.

His mouth and chest were covered in blood, but he just lay there, as if he were just like the other men his age who had worked for Lao Liang before, simply asleep.

After a while, the Candle Dragon came up. He glanced at the young man carrying the sandbag, then at Old Liang with an injured leg: "Your leg is injured, isn't it?"

"It's a minor injury. I'm fine except for not being able to exert any strength," Lao Liang replied honestly.

"Then let the young man help you down." After saying that, he smiled and pointed behind Lao Liang.

The next second, he and his old friend turned around at the same time.

His young assistant sat up while coughing up blood!

“If we hadn’t treated him, he would have really died. Now he’s fine.” After saying that, Zhulong smiled and took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket: “Drink this, and then help this old soldier to the treatment center inside the city.”

After he finished speaking, he gestured for the lieutenant from the military law department who had followed him to come down with him.

"Sir! There's more up there!"

"The one above is truly dead. I'm sorry, I'm not omnipotent either." The Candle Dragon turned around and sighed helplessly, "I'm sorry."

Old Liang's old comrade-in-arms burst into tears.

Old Liang looked at the blood on his body and then thought of the young company commander who had disappeared without a trace.

Finally, he wiped the corner of his eye.

(End of this chapter)