Durin's Diary

Chapter 293 Blood and Wine
This is the drama I like.

Daju felt quite emotional as he watched the two old men drink the liquor stained with each other's blood.

Du Lin looked at everyone. To be honest, Du Lin also liked to see this kind of revenge drama, so he said: "How can I help?"

"Do you have new guns, better cannons, and more effective explosives, Mr. Dulin?" Secretary Ace spoke in a fierce and aggressive manner as soon as he opened his mouth.

"The new explosives won't work. The Eastern Elves can't get them. Even if I give you the formula, what will happen if your materials aren't up to standard?" Having said that, Du Lin sat down on the coffee table. "You have someone who can make cannons. What kind of cannons can you make?"

"Does the bronze cannon count?" asked Jim.

"This thing is three hundred years old. It's older than the three of you combined. Do you think it's still useful?" Du Lin asked with a smile.

The three old men, who together could not reach the age of 300, laughed awkwardly.

"Cannons are difficult to build. You can't pass the materials science test, and even if I give you the blueprints, you can't build them. In the end, hiring other craftsmen will cause leaks." Having said this, Du Lin pulled out a stack of blueprints from his space and said, "I'll give you a gun. Last time I was in the north, I gave Duke Alessandro a gun blueprint."

"In the south, there is a rumor that you exchanged a gun for Princess Astrid, but we don't have a princess." Sora, who was sitting on the armrest of the sofa, smiled bitterly.

"Of course I don't have one. I have a granddaughter. The Meyer family is also a royal family descendant five generations ago." Ace sat down at the other end of the coffee table.

"Stop torturing me. Don't you think my house is a mess enough?" Du Lin rejected the two old men. Before he began to write, he pointed at the young men in the car outside the gate and said, "Do they have guns? Let them in and show me their guns."

Old Jim and Sora walked to the door. The former signaled his younger brother to let the people go, and the latter signaled the young people in the car to get out and come in.

Several young people walked in cautiously. They hesitated outside the door for a moment, as if they felt their dusty shoes were too dirty.

Finally, it was Sora who pushed them in: "Come, show Mr. Dulin what you have in your hands."

The three young men took out three revolvers, three double-barreled shotguns with sawed-off barrels, and a modified gun with a short barrel - it was called a modified gun because the gun was somewhat similar to the M1 carbine.

Du Lin took the magazine and weighed it: "20 rounds, quite interesting."

He pulled the bolt, ejected the bullet from the chamber, and took a look: "Pistol bullet."

Then he looked at the structure of the gun and said, "You guys really have some ideas to modify the pistol into this."

After saying that, Du Lin looked at the three old men and asked, "What types of bullets do you usually have here? Can you show me some?"

Old Jim nodded, and then he went upstairs.

After a while, he came down with a big basket.

Wow, Du Lin saw no less than twenty kinds of ammunition of different lengths and sizes.

I bet your southern Thai military logistics staff would go crazy when they saw this basket.

Daju laughed out loud.

Not all the bullets in this basket, just ten types would drive them crazy.

After saying that, Du Lin picked out three types of bullets with shell casings and asked: "When did these bullets come from?"

"About my age," Old Jim replied. "These three are what we use for hunting animals in the south of Farol and Sicily. They're easy to make."

Du Lin took a look and finally selected a bullet - this type was similar to the .30 carbine bullet in his previous life, but it was 8mm caliber.

It would be nice if there were no Great Britain, the legendary British troublemaker in history.

Du Lin sighed.

That’s right, even without the British system, medicine can still make progress. Daju followed suit and complained.

If this caliber of pistol bullet were used in the north, it would be rubbish - the Chaos guys that the northerners were dealing with were wearing thick fur armor, and this thing would probably not be able to penetrate the front of the fur armor at a distance of 75 meters.

But this is the South, and Dulin also used a better gunpowder formula, which he believed would be more useful.

Thinking of this, Du Lin asked again: "What kind of armor is your opponent using?"

"They usually wear cloth. No one in Farol wears heavy armor. In the summer, ordinary people can even die from the heat. Only those mid-level extraordinary people or powerful old professionals wear armor. No one would be stupid enough to use a gun against them. Many mid-level professionals can deflect or dodge bullets unless they are deliberately calculating."

Du Lin nodded: "Then I will give you an easy-to-make pistol, similar to the one I have in my hand now, but it fires 8mm bullets, has a long shell, a new gunpowder formula, uses a -round magazine, is semi-automatic, and does not require a bolt. Can your workshop make it?" Du Lin asked.

The three old men looked at each other. Finally, Old Jim made a phone call and Sora went out and used the messenger to call people.

Waiting is a torture, but there is no other way but to wait until the engineers from both sides arrive.

Du Lin explained some of the parameters of the gun, and then asked if they could make a magazine with twenty rounds of what Du Lin called 8mm long-shell bullets and the corresponding firearms.

The two workshops looked at each other and nodded in unison: "No problem, we can try to make it."

This gun is the MIni-14GB. The M1 Carbine is still not very suitable for this world - the weak bullets that can be blocked by stoneskin can't be used on the battlefield at all.

"Okay." Du Lin began to draw the blueprint. "Let me be clear up front. This thing is just an ordinary semi-automatic rifle. It can easily kill mortals, low-level professionals, and transcendents. A concentrated fire from several guns might even cause mid-level professionals and those who are not very advanced in the field to become flustered or even killed."

Having heard the gun's data, Old Jim nodded as a matter of course. "I think this gun is already very good. Our shotguns have no problem dealing with green orcs, but the range is still not long enough. How far can this rifle you mentioned be fired?"

"The effective range of military bullets should be up to 300 meters. Considering the density of your cities, there is no need to go further. If your sharpshooters need rifles with longer range, this requires the approval of the Engineering College of the Eastern Elf Territory." It's not that Du Lin didn't want to give it, but after killing that guy before, the old men in the Engineering College were scared.

A gun that can kill a high-level professional from 3,500 meters away, what kind of magical weapon did you, a kid from the Elsh family?

Then they looked and found that it was not a divine weapon at all. Those gods of craftsmen looked like they were dead, and not even a representative from the church showed up.

In the end, the Twin Mothers recognized Dulin's identity as a divine craftsman, so they gave Dulin a large sum of money and prohibited Dulin from handing over any drawings of rifles with a limited range of more than 500 meters to outsiders.

The first term of the contract is twenty years, the signing fee is 100,000 Prairie Elf Gold Pounds, and the town of Lublin and all the nearby unowned lands are also included.

In other words, from then on, the town of Lublin and all the nearby hills and lakes became private land of the Elsh family, to which Durin belonged.

Qian Dulin directly handed the money to the bank run by the Church of the Twin Mothers. As for the land, Dulin also handed it over to the Church of the Twin Mothers in Lublin Town, asking them to recruit people to open up the land.

If the townspeople want to go out hunting, that's fine, and they don't even need to pay taxes like in the human world. There will also be rewards for killing wild boars and wolves as before.

In a word, business as usual.

What southern Thai people like most is to open up wasteland and farm.

Such as fake and replaceable little hobbies.

Anyone who interferes with Du Lin's little hobby is really courting death.

For example, wild boars and wolves.

The former harms the crops, and the latter harms the farmers.

So these two families, not to mention the places where Du Lin has no control, have to be in order even in the places where Du Lin has control.

(End of this chapter)