Durin's Diary

Chapter 295 War is a continuation of politics
The three-party negotiations between the God of Nobility, the Original Creator, and the Northernists naturally broke down.

The twelve regiments belonging to the Northern Movement withdrew from the defense line in the Great Woodland area in accordance with the previous agreement. They will return to Farol on the fleet of the Original Creator.

The seven regiments on the Great Wilderness line landed on the San Marino-Rimini line east of Florence where the negotiations broke down.

The fleet of the Original Creator was responsible for providing cover and defeated the joint fleet formed by the God of Nobles and the nobles.

A large-scale air battle between mages broke out between the two sides in the strait. In the end, the mage corps under the name of the Church of the Original Creator, which possessed a large number of advanced alchemical weapons, defeated the enemy mages. Almost all the middle and high-level mages in the Venice area were either killed in the battle or chose to surrender.

The alchemical equipment named Durin Type 1 (20mm machine gun) and Durin Type 2 (80mm semi-automatic long-barreled gun) shined brightly.

The former created a terrifying record of seventeen for one hundred and seventy-nine in the first wave of battles between mages. A large number of mid-level mages were killed or fell into the sea due to injuries before they even entered the traditional combat distance.

So while the battle in the sky became one-sided, the battle mages using the Durin II began to attack the ships - they had too many free training targets, after all, the green-skinned orcs' ships seemed endless.

As a result, the battle situation on the sea became one-sided.

After receiving the news that they had lost the Battle of the Adriatic Sea and that the Northernist forces had arrived at San Marino-Rimini before them, eliminated the defenders and completed the defense, the Noble God and the Noble Coalition chose to retreat to the Forlì line.

At the same time, the Northernists' troops departing from Sicily landed on the Livorno-Pisa-Lucca line to block the enemy troops on the Genoa line.

At the same time, Northernism began recruiting troops.

That old man Sola even asked Du Lin if he wanted to be a group leader, but Du Lin refused - managing thousands of people? If I had the ability, would I have killed so many people in my previous life?

Du Lin knew very well what his abilities were, and going to the battlefield alone would only harm others.

"Are you really not being modest, Little Doolin? I think a genius like you..." "Old Jim, I'm just a fourteen-year-old kid. I just faced the human war for the first time these past two days. Before that, I wouldn't hesitate to slit a goblin's neck or hang a human trafficker. But if you ask me to go to the battlefield, manage thousands of people, and watch them die... I can't do it."

Du Lin sighed as he began crafting a new gun barrel. "Old Jim, I understand that battlefields are places where humans take each other's lives. The Noble God Church and its nobles are indeed villains, but many of the soldiers they coerced into service were simply out to feed themselves and their families. Many of them were indeed in cahoots with the nobles and the church, and they deserved their punishment. But some simply wanted a less difficult life and wanted to protect their families."

"They say that Durin of Elsh is kind, and his reputation is well-deserved." Mr. Sola sighed and looked at his old friend. "I'm even thinking of recommending this young man, Durin, to take over my job."

"Then I'll definitely beat you up," said Mentor Czerny. He greeted Dulin upon entering, then sat down next to Old Jim. "Let me be frank. I'm not dead yet. Sora, a Sicilian, you want to drag my most proud apprentice into the vortex of war. I'll be the first to object."

"Okay, okay, I won't delay." Seeing the old deer getting anxious, Sora laughed helplessly: "But Mr. Du Lin is willing to help us make guns, you won't object, right?"

"He's willing to help you make rifles, and I won't object. I just object to you dragging a fourteen-year-old into the quagmire of war."

"But what if the war goes against us?" Sora asked. "We old folks aren't dead yet. The bottomless pit of war isn't going to be filled by children yet." Mentor Czerny said this, looking at Durin. "Do your job well. I object to you sending me to the battlefield. The front lines don't need a fourteen-year-old risking his life. Every rifle you craft here can save a Northernist soldier who would otherwise die."

"Your mentor was right. I apologize for my earlier inattention." Sora said as he accepted a new batch of gun barrels. "Look at these barrels. Even the best craftsmen couldn't have completed them so quickly and so well. I believe any sharpshooter who holds them would be intoxicated by their precision."

"Can we use a longer barrel?" Czerny asked.

"No, these guns are for urban combat, as our first semi-automatic rifles." Sora said, and handed over the prototype gun by the wall. "Come on, old brother, I'll take you to Old Jim's basement for a good fight."

Du Lin watched the old deer and the old human go down to the basement. When Du Lin finished making another batch of gun barrels, he saw his mentor Czerny running up like a young man. He looked at Du Lin with a very exaggerated smile: "Du Lin, my good boy, is this really what you did?"

Du Lin smiled and nodded.

"It's perfect! I've never seen a rifle that fires a single shot with just one pull of the trigger. You call it semi-automatic, but is there a fully automatic version?"

"No, semi-automatic means you don't need to pull the bolt to fire a round." To prevent the Northernists' support staff from screaming and clamoring, Du Lin had no choice but to change the subject. "Besides, machine guns are already automatic. If rifles were also automatic, would there be any bullets left after this battle?"

After thinking for a moment, Professor Czerny nodded helplessly, but soon he smiled and said, "It's great to have a gun like this. If everyone had a gun like this, we wouldn't have failed."

But he then sighed, "That's impossible. At that time, Northernism was just like what Jean Mayer said. It was already so deep-rooted that it was hard to reverse. It was better to destroy it and then rebuild it."

At this point, the old deer smiled foolishly and shook his head: "What's the point of me telling you this, kid? In any case, you have done a good job on this matter, and I didn't entrust it to the wrong person."

"Don't worry, I will definitely take care of this matter." After saying that, Du Lin started to make the next batch of gun barrels.

At this moment, Anta came back and walked out of the opened portal with Lina.

Du Lin only took a glance and found that the girl had unknowingly risen to a higher level and was now a level 15 alchemist.

"I heard Anta say you need my help." The little female dragon took two steps at a time and came to Dulin's side, kissing him on the face as if no one was around.

"Yes, I have given the formula to Anta. You and her go to the workshop and try to make the ingredients in the formula."

"Leave it to me. But after I finish this, I still have to continue my studies. The next time you see me, I will definitely be the most powerful alchemist in this land."

Du Lin smiled and nodded: "I believe you, go ahead."

(End of this chapter)