Durin's Diary

Chapter 910 The Chosen One

“I told you, he would definitely refuse.” The nameless man said with a smile, opened the portal, and looked at Dulin: “I have to take him back. I’m leaving now. Little Sun should have a breakthrough soon.”

"It's alright. Let him rest first after he breaks through. I'll finish up here first." Dulin felt there was no rush, and he couldn't possibly abandon so many people.

"Kid, remember this: if you ever find yourself in a tough spot, come find me. I'll personally promote you, don't you dare delay!" Before the red-skinned brat could finish speaking, he was dragged into the portal by the nameless man.

Anta finally breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the message on the portal: "That's the real evil god?"

She looked at Dulin, who nodded: "It should be the real deal."

The thing dragged out of that rift was very strong. Although it was still no match for Dulin, or even worthy of being Dulin's opponent, compared to the demon army Dulin had seen on his first day here, that bloodletter was the real lackey of the evil god.

The so-called vampire that Dulin encountered on the first day was ridiculously weak.

"How could the Nameless One be with an evil god?" Anta was very puzzled by this.

"Didn't you hear him say that he's been playing with the Nameless Ones lately? What the gods mean by 'lately' is probably measured in centuries or millennia. And look at the corners of this table, there aren't many black ones." Du Lin thought that an evil god who could play with the Nameless Ones must have already fallen into goodness.

Even if it hasn't fallen into good, it has probably already shifted from the evil camp to the neutral camp, and is likely much better than the so-called Crimson War God here.

At least he listened to the anonymous person's advice.

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After leaving the operations room, Dulin told the general at Zhennanguan everything that had just happened. After listening to Dulin, the old man sighed heavily: "Actually, we all knew that Confucius had problems, but we never thought that he was also an evil god. However, there is a saying that goes, since he can be a friend of the Nameless One, then at least as long as the Nameless One is still alive, he will not be our enemy."

Dulin nodded in agreement—that much was true.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Dulin, for staying this time."

"Now that I'm here, I won't give up halfway. It's good if I can reduce your bloodshed." Du Lin said, then came up with another idea: "Speaking of which, General, I have quite a few artillery crews here. They can bring their own cannons to help. When I came to Guanshang before, I saw that there were still quite a few empty gun positions. Can I go up and try out my new cannons? We can also try to have the company-level forces call in artillery support directly."

The shelling that Dulin saw on the first day was later confirmed to have hit too high. Fortunately, there were Chaos Guys all over the mountain at the time, so even though the shells landed in the wrong places, at least they all hit the Chaos Guys on the head.

But there are still problems. Insufficient fire support is no support at all. The frontline troops and these little devils are fighting until their brains are splattered. You're telling me that the shells were fired too high and failed to stop the enemy's follow-up troops? What's the point of fighting then?

“Sure, you’re the commander of the citadel now, so you can handle this little matter yourself. I’ll provide your artillery crew with walkie-talkies. As for which company will be responsible for the testing, you should tell me first.” The old general trusted Dulin a lot.

“Let Lao Liang’s company come. As for the language issue, I’ll have my wife handle the coordinates. She’s an excellent hunter; she’s the Forest Envoy of Changtang. I’m sure she won’t have any problems,” Du Lin said.

“Good. If we can really achieve company-level call-for-fire support, that would be a great thing. We can then promote it throughout the entire army.” The general was also taking a long-term view.

that would be great.

Dulin first called Melinda over and had her learn how to operate the walkie-talkie from the mother rabbit telegraph operator at the intelligence center. Then he returned to the Great Woodland and pulled over the bored rat cubs and bear cubs artillery crew.

Although some of the artillerymen were unfamiliar with the area, firing cannons from the city walls was no problem for them. After setting up all the artillery units along with the newly built 240mm long-barreled cannons, Dulin had Melinda, who had already learned, begin teaching all the artillery units how to use the transmitters.

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Watching Du Lin's actions, Commander Guo looked at his superior and asked, "Do you really trust Mr. Du Lin unconditionally?"

“It’s good that the nameless man and the teacher personally recognized him. You’d better refute me.” The old general rolled his eyes and sighed as he looked down at the rat demons and bear demons from the observation tower. “Look, apart from their different clothes, can you tell that these rat demons and bear demons are any different from our kin on this side?”

“That’s really hard to tell. Apart from that dragon-like girl, Mr. Dulin’s wives are no different from our own kind in Changtang. A few differences in hair and pupil color are not surprising.” The old general watched as a group of gunners began to try firing shells—because they had coordinates beforehand, they only needed to input the coordinates to fire: “By the way, are our observation posts on the citadel in place?”

"We're in position. Now we just need to check if the coordinates reported over there are correct, and whether the coordinates here are correct," Commander Guo replied.

"Then let's see if Dulin's cannon and his crew are better than ours." After the old general finished speaking, he looked at the cannon crew. The rat demons began to adjust the data, while the bear demons began to load the ammunition—this was making the best use of the equipment, a pretty good idea.

Unfortunately, most of the rat demons in Changtang have fallen into depravity, and very few of them are still human.

After a while, the shells were loaded and everything was in place. A bear demon, under the command of a rat demon, pulled the cannon rope.

The artillery then fired.

Watching the shells fly away, the old general looked at Commander Guo, who was holding a telephone receiver and answering a call from the observation post.

About twenty seconds later, Commander Guo received the first-hand intelligence. He confirmed it twice and finally looked at the old general: "Confirmed that the artillery fire hit the target area."

"Good gunner!" The old general was a little excited—he had really underestimated these young rat demons and bear demons. He didn't expect that the first test shot would hit the target area, which meant that the accuracy of both the gunner and the gun itself was impeccable.

Then he watched as several more artillery crews came up to test fire.

Every shot hit the target area, with only one slightly drifting away. Even so, it was still an incredibly high hit rate – a shell that flew more than 20 kilometers landed less than a meter from the center of the target area. If this achievement were given to our own artillery, they would be extremely proud.

Seeing this, the old general looked at Commander Guo: "Guo Huai."

"General, what is it?" Guo Huai asked.

"Make sure to give the cook extra food tonight, and make sure Mr. Dulin's artillery crews are well-fed. Also, tell the best artillery crews to learn from them and practice hard, so they don't embarrass the men of Changtang."

"Understood, General." Guo Huai put down the phone and went to the kitchen.

The old general looked at the young people on the city wall.

For the first time, he clearly understood that his generation had truly fallen behind the times.

(End of this chapter)