Durin's Diary

Chapter 911 Night Attack
Just as Dulin had predicted, the demon army once again dispatched troops to attack the front lines of the citadel. This time, they learned from their mistakes and did not charge in during the day to their deaths, but instead adopted a night attack.

Unfortunately, putting aside the fact that Dulin and the Greenskin Orcs had been fighting night battles in the Great Woodland for a while, the Changtang people were not some unsophisticated bumpkins—the Changtang people had pressure-activated landmines, and had even buried quite a few at the front lines.

There were bunkers at both the front and back of the position, suitable for machine gun teams to move into with their guns. The bunkers at the back were even higher than the ground level.

As for the constant-light flares with parachutes and levitation techniques, the machine gun ammunition belts with tracer rounds, and the flashlights, they had everything.

The most outrageous thing was the searchlights. Even Dulin felt a bit blinded by those light bullets, let alone others. For races like the Demon Army, which are all enhanced with night vision, the searchlights of the Changtang people were prepared for this moment.

Furthermore, to prevent the searchlights from malfunctioning due to damage to the lampshade, the areas where the Changtang people's searchlights are located are equipped with anti-magic arrays, and the lampshade is made of reinforced glass with an outer layer of very hard steel wire mesh.

So when the vampire stepped on the first pressure-activated mine, Dulin, who was sleeping on the citadel wall, was awakened.

As Dulin rose from the deckchair, he looked at the night sky outside the city walls. Just as Anta was wondering if the squad was launching a sneak attack, he saw a series of flares rising up, illuminating the entire battlefield and the large number of vampires in the open area.

Then gunfire erupted.

“Speaking of which, aren’t those guys even wearing clothes?” Anta, holding binoculars and observing the battlefield, said, “Ah, I can’t even tell their genders.”

• That's normal. They might just be products from a replication factory. Don't be fooled by the fact that the people of Changtang call them the Demon Army. In my opinion, these Demon Armies all bear very heavy traces of artificial manufacturing. Take these so-called vampires, for example, who don't even have a reproductive system or a visual system. If there were a replication factory and enough materials, they could produce as many as they wanted.

Eleven commented on the bloodletters who were shot to death outside the trenches.

Furthermore, if it were me, I would cut corners. If these vampires are meant to deplete the enemy's ammunition, then their lifespan doesn't need to be set too high, just like the green-skinned orcs. Green-skinned orcs only live to be less than fifty years old. Old Bonebreaker was able to unlock the genetic shackles of the rational avatar. But if it were me, I would make these vampires live to only five years or even three years. Anyway, they are all consumables. Once they die, they can be thrown into the replication factory and recycled as materials. Besides, biomass is not something that is difficult to obtain.

Dulin thought about it and felt that the two AIs were not wrong—although what they said was quite inhumane, it was absurd to expect AIs to have humanistic concern.

By this time, the vampires had already crowded together along the passage left by the barbed wire. The machine gun bunkers on the high ground began to join the firing. These machine guns used large-caliber 15mm bullets. Here, Dulin really has to commend all the scientists in the research center. Although there were quite a few bad people and bad guys among them, they prevented British units from coming to this world.

To hell with imperial units.

In short, Anta witnessed the effectiveness of machine guns once again—large-caliber machine guns mowed down hordes of vampires like grass, their gore far exceeding that of fire or electric shock, and much faster than spells. "If it were me, I'd have to think about what spells I could use to kill so many targets faster and with less consumption, while a machine gun only needs to pull the trigger to kill weak targets with bullets. Technological advancements really do diminish the deterrent power of mages." Anta exclaimed as she told Dulin about what she had seen and heard at the mage academy and mage tower recently—many young, low-level mages without good talent or from good families were even considering becoming combat mages in the military. At least they could just fly in the sky, drop some bombs on the ground, and do a few rounds of spraying bullets; they didn't need much talent. Most importantly, once they joined the military, they would get paid, and the military would even fund opportunities for combat mages to continue their studies.

This infuriated many mage towers and mage academies—after all, with fewer students, some mid-level mages were struggling to make ends meet without students.

However, legends like Anta can still dance and ride horses as usual. After all, although high-end mages don't have the range of artillery, their destructive power with the Burning City spell is still truly terrifying.

Sure enough, a group of young Zhulong who arrived in the morning began to cast spells, but their skills were a bit rusty, and a few of the falling fire meteorites ended up in the trenches.

The good news is that the veterans below are also seasoned veterans. When the spell was completed, the big shots in that area started to run away. At the same time, Melinda's furious cursing came through the walkie-talkie to Dulin.

Dulin couldn't stand it anymore, so he used his supernatural abilities to adjust the range—it's nothing if a meteorite hits a bit of barbed wire, but if it hits someone, that person would be so pitiful.

Then he went over and reprimanded the young Zhulong, who were said to be senior students of the Zhulong Pavilion. Now that Dulin was here, they could easily come over for practical training. As for the matter of the craftsmanship, the young man in the lead was very straightforward and kept apologizing.

Considering that the trend of young people being skilled in craftsmanship is indeed an unsolvable problem—as was the case when Anta set fire to the land back then—Dulin gave them a few words of reprimand and then began to teach them how to determine distances and how to calculate the attack range of spells.

The young Candle Dragons were skilled, not stupid. The second time they cast a spell together, the problem didn't recur. They abandoned the large-scale, uncontrollable spell of clustered meteor showers and instead used continuous fireballs. Using simple geometry, they launched fireballs one after another into the gap, each one bringing up dozens or even hundreds of vampires. This greatly slowed down the vampires' attack. Those who managed to rush into the trenches would face a line of shotgunners led by veterans after running around the corner.

They used the large lead pellets and arrows with Dulin, which were used by the Changtang people.

That is, eight pump-action shotgun shells were loaded with No. 10 buckshot and arrow shells, mixed together in front and behind, and the loading lever recommended by Dulin was used to achieve fast loading and fast firing. The loading lever that the recruits had prepared all afternoon was put to great use.

In Dulin, you could even see vampires in the trenches, brandishing various knives, with blood flowing like rivers, yet unable to advance an inch.

This shows that these vampires have no basic fear or human understanding. They cannot be considered human at all; they are merely biological weapons that can consume enemy bullets.

Eleven made a sharp commentary on this, which was very insightful.

(End of this chapter)