Durin's Diary

Chapter 912 Tooth for Tooth
Judging from the dismissive expressions of the veterans when Dulin mentioned the Vampires after entering the trenches early the next morning, the Vampires, just as Eleven and Orange had analyzed, were simply used to consume bullets.

The veteran said that as long as you are brave enough, a three-on-three Tang soldier can kill three bloodletters with his bayonet without getting hurt himself.

What the soldiers of Changtang feared most were other things, such as the armored Blood Apostles. These guys wielded swords imbued with cursed power, and if they were injured by them, the wounds would be extremely difficult to heal.

They may use uranium-armored weapons, just like the green-skinned orcs.

Dulin was still wondering how these things were made; he really hadn't expected it.

But then a question arises: where does this uranium come from? Does the ecosystem contain uranium deposits?
Forget it, there are too many secrets in this damned artificial ecosystem that Dulin doesn't know or understand, the kind that you couldn't figure out even if you dug three feet into the ground.

Thinking of this, Dulin found Melinda again. The girl was holding a shotgun and cursing at several young soldiers.

Dulin didn't go over, but instead asked the company commander standing to the side, who looked embarrassed. When the meteor shower came down yesterday, several new recruits were terrified. The veterans told them to run, so they ran all the way to the base of the wall. After the battle, they couldn't find them alive or dead. Everyone thought they had been captured by the vampires. It wasn't until dawn that the rear company found them and brought them back.

The company commander was furious and insisted on giving her a beating, but Melinda thought that beating her was too harsh and suggested that she just scold her a few times.

"I think it's better to use military rods." The veterans, listening to the rabbit spirit cursing these little guys as cowards in the most unpleasant Changtang language, chuckled as they smoked their cigarette butts.

"What are you laughing at! Lord Dulin is here! Everyone, be serious!" The company commander was getting impatient.

However, Dulin was not in a hurry at all. It was really good that the veteran had such spirit. He smiled and took out a box of loose cigarettes: "Here, you can divide them among yourselves."

"Thank you, Lord Dulin!" Upon seeing the cigarettes in the opened box, the soldiers immediately began to offer auspicious greetings, with wishes for "ten thousand blessings and peace" pouring in.

Of course, Dulin didn't forget the young company commander either.

The latter looked at the veterans sitting on the trench steps, laughing and joking, and finally smiled helplessly as he accepted Dulin's cigarette. He also said auspicious words and then lit a cigarette with the half-burnt sapling.

At that moment, Melinda kicked the biggest recruit and then made them join the line of recruits carrying away the vampire's corpse. As they walked past, they looked at the veterans smoking and felt a little envious.

If it were someone else, they might not understand, but in Dulin's view, having the recruits move corpses was actually a good idea—after seeing so many vampire corpses, they would be able to lose their fear of vampires more quickly, and understand that vampires were nothing more than creatures with heads and shoulders that could be killed with a few shots or a bayonet.

"They've finished moving. As the company commander, you should make a list and tell everyone to come to me for cigarettes. One cigarette for each new recruit," Du Lin said to the company commander.

"This, this isn't right, how many cigarettes would you have to smoke?"

“The warriors will all be rewarded. When the time comes, tell those idiots that they got their cigarettes because I thought my wife was scolding them too harshly,” Dulin said with a smile. “As for the cigarettes, I have plenty, so don’t worry about that.”

Although he didn't have any good cigarettes, Dulin had a huge amount of tobacco-based shreds—after all, some people just couldn't get used to Dulin's cigarettes.

The soldiers preferred real tobacco because many said it was stronger, while Dulin's supposedly therapeutic cigarettes ultimately lost out due to their milder strength. As for whether smoking would harm the soldiers' lungs, Dulin only had one thing to say—they're already risking their lives, living one day at a time, so don't worry too much about their future decades from now.

Giving young people something to look forward to in the present is more useful than anything else.

After making arrangements for the cigarettes, Dulin returned to Melinda's side.

At this moment, the girl was teaching the mortal archers of the Tang Dynasty how to use high-powered scopes.

Because there was a small dot in the distance, Dulin looked through his binoculars and found it was a vampire wearing a tattered leather skirt. It was too far away for Dulin to tell how strong the guy was, but Melinda said that she didn't care about his strength and would first use a 10mm armor-piercing bullet to test how hard his skull was.

This was a good idea, so Dulin began to report the distance and wind direction, while Melinda and her kind fired together, with Melinda's kind firing first and Melinda following up.

Considering that this guy is 2,000 meters away, the other side might not even know that a bullet is coming after the first shot, so this method is not impossible.

So the big, gray-eared rabbit girl pulled the trigger first. Through Dulin's binoculars, the vampire in the tattered leather skirt turned to look at his fellow vampire beside him—good heavens, the wind had miscalculated, but a good shot is worse than a good catch. The bullet was off target, but it still hit the vampire in the mud-colored armor next to the target.

“Recalculate the windage next time,” Melinda said, pulling the trigger.

This time, Dulin saw the vampire straighten his head, and then he saw the bullet pierce his forehead, turning the back of his head into a mess.

The vampires on the side belatedly realized what was happening and began to stir. Some vampires picked up the dead creatures and tried to retreat, while others pointed anxiously in their direction.

What can you do from this distance? You can't just bite me to death from another 2,000 meters away.

"Ha, I told you, we'll see what it's like under our guns." Melinda said, picking up her gun and leading the big rabbit lady to move to a firing position, explaining to her why she was doing this.

That's the downside of the Changtang people. Their soldiers are facing inaccurate muskets, which are trash that can only be fired within 200 meters. The entire Zhennanguan area is like a place where you can stay in the trenches all night, and you don't need to move unless the enemy is right in front of you.

Although Dulin still had doubts about whether this would work, the next second, upon hearing the cannon fire, Dulin looked up and saw a lump of iron flying towards him. He then watched it land on the ground, splashing up a large handful of dirt.

Then the round lump of iron rolled to the edge of the trench and landed at Dulin's feet.

Dulin remained silent for a moment, then spat, shook off the dirt, and grabbed the walkie-talkie in a fit of exasperation.

It's the other way around!

"Get Lyudmila to me! Public coordinates: 1,000 meters forward, 572 meters to the left, fire three shrapnel rounds in rapid succession!"

(End of this chapter)