Durin's Diary

Chapter 906 Applying Ancient Methods to Modern Times
Dulin was prepared to exchange a few insults with this old wolf demon, then throw things at each other, and finally, he would use a hard-hitting move like a Rising Dragon Strike to beat him up.

But plans can't keep up with changes, and the old wolf knelt down in front of Dulin with a thud.

"Young Master Mo, please have mercy on my nephew for the sake of my clan's 100 years of hard work following my old man in battle. Leave him a breath."

I'm stunned. They came prepared.

Dulin looked around, and Da Tou, a villager who was watching the commotion, quickly walked away... What's the commotion about? Doesn't he fear making himself a spectacle too?
After exhaling a breath of stale air, what else could Dulin do but let Old Wolf get up and speak first?

Old Wolf didn't waste any words; he did exactly what Dulin told him to do, neither relying on his seniority nor pretending to be crazy.

Du Lin found it hard to bring himself to strike such a clear-headed opponent, but he still needed to make things clear: "You say I'm the young master of the Mo family, then you should know my identity. This old man has been retired for decades, he doesn't care about anything anymore. As for me, I just received the title of Grand Commander from the Grand General, and when I arrived in this garrison city, I encountered the demon army's attack. So many young people died inside and outside the city, while he was enjoying himself with a young lady in Daliang City behind the pass. How can you expect me to show mercy?"

"I'm willing to die in place of my nephew!" The old wolf knelt down again.

Dulin sighed—he'd never seen such a stubborn person before: "Tell me, why?"

“My brother only has one child. Since he came to Weicheng, I have been unable to sleep day and night. He finally found a wife, and I was hoping that he could have children. But if the Grand Commander needs a sacrifice to establish his authority, a low-ranking officer like the Grand Commander is ultimately too insignificant. Just kill me instead. I have children who can carry on the mantle. If you kill him, his lineage will be extinct.”

After the old wolf finished speaking, he slammed his head directly onto the bricks.

Dulin thought for a moment, then looked at the lieutenant and asked, "How many lashes did you just say you'd give?"

“Thirty lashes, sir. If you feel that’s not enough, you can add five more,” the young man quickly replied.

Dulin nodded, then looked at the old wolf: "Thirty-five lashes, you do it yourself."

After saying that, Dulin stood up, walked to the side, and took the stack of reports handed to him by the little goblin: "What, do you need me to ask you to do it?"

Old Wolf pointed to himself.

You really are a perfect match, the young and the old alike. Thinking of this, Dulin couldn't keep a straight face: "If it's not you, who else here needs me to give such orders?"

"Thank you, Commander!" After saying that, the old wolf got up and started rolling up his sleeves.

"After he's been lashed thirty-five times, let him leave the city and start over as a soldier. Tell him that if he lives to see his wife graduate, he'll be reinstated," Du Lin added.

"I'll do whatever you say!" Old Wolf nodded vigorously, then took the whip handed to him by the military law officer and walked toward his nephew.

Dulin nodded.

The death penalty can be waived, but the punishment cannot be escaped. Given the current situation, the company outside the city will still suffer casualties when it encounters small-scale infiltrations. Dulin cannot possibly intervene in every night raid organized by the Chaos Demon Army. He has to deal with the elites within the Demon Army. The king is ultimately facing the king, not some lowly scoundrels.

It all depends on this little brat's luck.

Thinking of this, Dulin glanced at the intelligence report that had been handed to him—the demon army had suffered a great loss on Dulin's side and had to retreat ten miles away—Dulin's giant elemental stone creatures could throw stones four or five miles away. The demon army was still gathering earlier, but after being hit by a wave of stones, they left behind a field of corpses and ran away.

This is good news, but the bad news is that scouts have witnessed the existence of a demon-level monster.

These are the guys Dulin is going to deal with. Other little Karami will naturally be taken care of by others. Of course, if they dare to mess with Dulin, he won't mind killing them all together.

"Interesting, Lieutenant. You take this intelligence to the garrison commander of Zhennan Pass." Du Lin handed the report to the lieutenant, instructing him to make the trip. Meanwhile, Old Wolf struck with lightning speed, delivering all thirty-five lashes.

·It was all real, no holding back.

Daju gave the most professional medical evaluation.

Old Wolf looked at Dulin and bowed deeply: "Commander, the battle is over."

“Take him to get treatment. Once he’s healed, send him to the defense line outside the city. I’ve already chosen a company for him, Old Liang’s 277th Company.” Du Lin said, “Let him start from the lowest rank of soldier, so he can understand just how big a mistake he made. He wasn’t there when the soldiers needed their commander the most… Foolish thing.”

If it weren't for Du Lin's soft heart and his reluctance to see loyal ministers die out, this kid wouldn't be alive today.

"Thank you, Commander!" the old wolf said, then looked to the side where two soldiers who had been waiting came over and took the little wolf away.

Old Wolf walked up to Dulin and handed him the whip with both hands.

Dulin took the whip, tossed it back to the sergeant, and then gestured for Old Wolf to follow him.

First, we visited the field hospital, and then the supply center that was under expansion.

"Has the Grand Commander also experienced battles before?"

"Back in the Western Continent, I fought a few battles with alien races and green-skinned orcs, involving hundreds of thousands of people in a massive melee. This is nothing compared to what I've seen before."

Du Lin was telling the truth. Zhennanguan relied on this gorge in the middle of the mountains, plus several large fortified cities and a range of positions for miles outside the city, plus cannons on the walls of the pass.

To be honest, even if Dulin were in charge of this position, it would be a headache. It's just a pity that there's no barbed wire, and there are fewer shotgun and machine gun teams. If it were Dulin, he could have those shotguns mounted on vehicle chassis, fire them, then have the gun teams drag them back, wait for them to be reloaded, and then push them up to get close enough to shell the Chaos Demon Army's charging column.

Or bring in more machine gun squads to use crossfire to cover the demon army's charging ranks.

Ultimately, the problem stemmed from insufficient firepower, which filled Dulin with worry.

"By the way, what's the situation with your firepower here? I went to check the positions outside and found that a company only has two or three machine guns, which is too few."

"My lord, Changtang is fighting on all fronts, and there are too many places that need guns and men. There are usually no major military situations here in Zhennan Pass, and the equipment is the worst. This is a problem we have to face," Old Wolf said.

Dulin understood the problem, and at that moment, Eleven gave him an idea.

Dulin thought for a moment and asked, "Do you have enough explosives here?"

"We have enough explosives, after all, we also have a bullet reloading plant here."

"Then go and collect some oil drums, the bigger ones, and I'll try to get you some infantry mortars."

Although Old Wolf didn't quite understand, he said he would definitely help Dulin collect oil drums—there were plenty of these in Changtang, and transporting empty oil drums back was troublesome; usually, they were melted down and recycled after use.

If Eleven is not mistaken, his method could at least allow the frontline infantry to employ more anti-infantry tactics.

(End of this chapter)