Durin's Diary

Chapter 967 Arrival in Youzhou

As the sun rose again the next day, Dulin stood on the city wall, looked at the demon army's camp, and sighed.

The naked alien species are truly born playful. They can do anything—nothing at all, even things like being naked in nature—without a care in the world. As a result, their population is so large that every few years they have to be dragged to Zhennanguan to be killed.

The aliens had no sense of propriety or shame. Seeing thousands of naked aliens playing a human adventure a few miles outside the city gate, Dulin felt as if his optic nerves were being ravaged.

That's fucking bad luck.

"How about we go up to the pass and fire a cannon?" Today, a veteran human commander was on the city wall. He probably thought that Dulin, as a young man, certainly had the ability, but his skin was probably not as thick as theirs as the old men, so he thoughtfully gave this suggestion.

Dulin shook his head and waved his hand.

The next second, lightning bolts as thick as the pillars of the Golden Palace flowed from Dulin's fingertips, first striking the head of the one holding the flag, and then splitting into bolts that struck every alien creature amidst flashes of lightning and thunder.

The old commander had probably never seen such a technique before, one that rivaled even immortal magic. He stood there stunned for a long while before belatedly looking at Dulin, who was walking down the steps: "My lord! Those corpses!"

"Let's see if the demon army comes to collect them. If they don't, send a scout team to cut off the heads of the corpses and pile them up into a mound of heads!"

God of War? What trash! You've never seen a Jingguan (a mound of corpses) like the Chinese, have you? Well, today I'll teach you what a real God of War is.

Living in hiding all day long, what kind of behavior is that?

"If there's nothing else, don't call me." Du Lin said, waving his hands as he descended the city wall.

Today he wore the wide sleeves of a Tang dynasty man, and apart from his hair and eyes, you couldn't tell he was from the Western Regions. It just goes to show that a well-bred mixed-race child can indeed combine the advantages of both parents.

· You're starting again. Are you going to bring up the part where little Anta said you were handsome back then?

Isn't that a given?

Du Lin sighed as he spoke – it was all because his old man had told him to go to Yumen at nine o'clock every year. He'd heard that the old man scraped together travel expenses every year to buy some wine to take to those mountains and drink with the young people.

Sometimes when we were really out of money, we would go to the homes of high-ranking officials or generals to ask for wine.

Dulin had seen many people who had lived a long time, and many of them had long forgotten the past. Because remembering too much makes life too tiring; if you keep everything in your heart, you will eventually break down.

He didn't know how the old man had lived for so many years; he only knew that the old man had lived a very hard life.

So many young people met him, got to know him, became familiar with him, and in the end, were buried in the mountains.

There are no Jiazi in the mountains, and it is so cold that I don’t know the year.

When the time came, Dulin got up and walked into the portal.

………………

Stepping out of the portal, Dulin looked at the old man standing at the foot of the mountain. He was wearing a new outfit with wide sleeves. The old man sized up Dulin's new clothes: "Not bad. Come with me, and I'll tell you their stories." "Okay." Dulin was willing to be a good listener, not because the old man was his ancestor, but because the life story of every person in these mountains was worth listening to.

He has the ability and the determination to listen to their stories.

Even if he doesn't have much time, he can't give up.

The old man led Dulin up the steps, where there was a small tombstone with the name, date of birth and death, cause of death, and cause of death written on it.

“Commander Hou, when I came to Yumen Pass in my youth, he was my first superior. At that time, we were a reconnaissance company. I was responsible for using magic to block the enemy’s pursuit. He died during a reconnaissance mission when he was shot by a sniper from a different species. He was a good commander, always leading from the front. But when he was in front of others, he faced endless open and hidden attacks. He said he was very lucky. Every time he went back to the capital to visit his family, he would make a lot of money from the sky. But as it turns out, no one can maintain his good luck forever.”

The old man stopped in front of a tombstone and began to introduce the person lying there to Dulin.

Dulin looked at the portrait on the tombstone with both hands. Hundreds of years of wind and sand had long since erased the image of the person on the portrait.

Then, he led Dulin to another tombstone.

"After Commander Hou died, the new commander's surname was Liang. He was the commander of another reconnaissance team at Yumen Pass. At that time, the General led us on an expedition to fight against the alien race. Commander Liang led his company at the forefront. When we entered the oasis town, the General's descendants told us not to commit any killings, saying that the people in the town were just alien border people, old and weak." At this point, the old man sighed, "I was too naive at that time. I thought that there were also civilians among the alien race outside this pass... Commander Liang wanted to stop them, but he couldn't stop that young man and his platoon from entering the town. He led us to chase after them, so we were all surrounded by the alien townspeople in the town. We fought a bloody battle for half an hour... Only I and two wounded soldiers escaped alive with that young man. The two veterans of the Fifth Platoon who covered our retreat were killed without a trace."

"Two wounded soldiers didn't make it through the night, leaving only him and me."

"What happened to that general's son?" Dulin asked curiously.

"He used the head of his son to pay tribute to Commander Hou and all the brothers in the company. He said that his son was ignorant and had let down Commander Liang and the reconnaissance company."

Dulin sighed – a general who would kill his own son is a rare find, no matter where you are.

"That general's surname was Park. All seven of his sons remained on the mountain. After he passed away, according to his last wishes, he was also buried in this mountain, but he is on another mountain. We will not go there today."

The old man pointed into the distance and sighed. He looked at Du Lin and said, "From that day on, I vowed to stay in Yumen Pass. I want to become stronger and then kill all the fools and monsters in the world."

“Let me tell you, the aliens’ heads are really hard. You can even get sparks flying when you chop them with an axe. You either have to chop their necks to shatter their throats and arteries, or cut open their abdomens to drain their blood.”

The old man chuckled again, "You're different. You can wipe out an entire town or city of aliens with the slightest movement. I don't need to remind you."

At this point, he took out a bottle of wine from his storage space, poured a little into each tombstone, and finally, poured the last bit of wine from the bottle into his mouth.

Then he placed the wine bottle on an open ground nearby, where there were many empty bottles.

"Where is that assassin?" Dulin asked.

“She killed 19 soldiers and their families, a total of 36 lives. I chopped her up and fed her to the dogs with my own hands.” The old man said, gesturing for Dulin to follow him: “Tell me, am I cruel?”

(End of this chapter)