Durin's Diary

Chapter 473 Look at my eloquence
Matilda wants revenge, and the male protagonist teaches her how to use a gun.

But she was still a child and did not have a license to buy a gun, so the male protagonist eventually took her to the black market.

He let her choose her own weapon, and in the end, the girl took up a bronze cannon.

"No, we are assassins. How can you carry out the assassination while carrying this thing?" The male protagonist looked at the thing in Matilda's hand with a look of despair on his face.

"But didn't you say that if we just killed everyone, no one would know we were here?" the girl asked.

"But if the weapon in your hand goes off, half the city will know we are coming." The male protagonist argued.

Matilda held the bronze cannon upside down, put the cannon, which was big enough to be her ancestor, back to its place, and then picked up a gun with her hand.

The black market boss and the male protagonist looked at the big pistol, which they thought was a large pistol, and saw that it looked like a toy in the girl's hand. In the end, they slapped each other's faces in tacit understanding.

"I bet the giant audience will laugh like crazy when they see this." The old elf laughed out of breath.

The old dwarf also laughed heartily: "What a bet, don't I know that?"

Just as I was laughing, I saw the door being kicked open.

A dozen old guys rushed in and knocked the old elf and the old dwarf to the ground as they were about to argue.

"Don't hit me!" screamed the dwarf.

"I'm going to hit you! I told you to keep an eye on the old guy outside, but you went along with him!" The fellow on top of him screamed, "Tickle the soles of his feet! Make him laugh!"

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Durin looked at himself in the mirror—the dark green military uniform seemed a little big because it was halfling size.

Forget it, it’s because Durin looks big in front of the grassland elves, but small in front of other races.

Wearing the instructor's flat hat and picking up the blackboard stick, Du Lin pushed the door open and walked out.

Melinda, the gunnery instructor, was already waiting for him, but in such a large training camp, only three camps from the Great Forest had arrived today.

There was no other way. Everyone wanted to see what kind of special magic Du Lin had that could make those seventeen or eighteen-year-old young men become more capable of fighting than veterans who had lived for three years.

The three battalions are full of new recruits, and their physical fitness is not the best because the best ones have been taken away by the major battle groups.

There are no powerful fighting tribes - such as leopards and tigers, because these are also strong ones.

So in the end, Du Lin stood on the small platform and raised his eyebrows at the lambs, puppies, kittens and rabbits below.

It’s not that there aren’t bear cubs, but there are only six.

Melinda handed over the list. It was very thick, and each person had an answer sheet, which was filled with their age, height, weight, and the indicators and weight data of their physical training at the recruitment camp.

Du Lin flipped through it - these data, this physical fitness, this willpower, what a waste.

Throwing the thick list on the ground, Du Lin stared at the hundreds of people in front of him with wide eyes. "In my eyes, you're just garbage! Just some kitchen scraps! The most capable among you have already been selected to join the main regiments! They have bright futures! The best veterans will lead them through thick and thin! And you, the garbage, will be transferred by your superiors to be embarrassed in front of me!"

There was a commotion on the distant viewing platform.

"Sir, you can't say that about my chief!" A bear cub stood up.

Du Lin opened his red lips slightly, and with a mouthful of spit, the bear cub flew to the other side of the playground. "In front of me! You! And those damn soldier-blood-sucking clan leaders of yours are all fucking garbage! I can let your clan leader use one hand, and I can easily crush them to death with the other hand!!"

With that, Du Lin grabbed at the air, and an old bear flew over from the viewing platform. He definitely hadn't grabbed the wrong person, because the stage was filled with rabbits, cats, and dogs, with only him as the bear. "Tell me, if I let you use one hand, can I crush you to death?!"

"Of course! You are a legend among legends, sir! I have only a small life left to live, so please be magnanimous and forgiving!"

After saying that, Du Lin waved his hand and the old bear returned the same way he came.

Now, no one dared to say anything.

But Du Lin continued: "If you want to avoid being trash in my eyes, you need to shed endless sweat! Starting today, everyone's daily training volume will be doubled! Each battalion will be divided into three teams, evenly divided by race. The first team to complete all training will get meat and drinks!"

"Where is the last team to finish?" asked a kid in the audience.

"Will you take the whip?" Du Lin roared.

One roared and the other remained silent.

"You are garbage! The food you eat is garbage too! From today on, I will be responsible for your meals! I've seen what you eat! If you want to be my soldier, you must eat my food and practice my skills! If anyone fails to complete the task and the gunnery instructor deems him lazy, he will be whipped ten times! I'll come back in half a month to see your results!"

After saying that, Du Lin extended his hand and beckoned the young men from the farm to come over.

"If anyone disagrees, fight them one-on-one," Du Lin said. "If you defeat any of them, you will be the company commander!"

There are indeed people who dare to come, but the brats taught by Du Lin and the people of the Three Saints Society are generally almost no match for them in one-on-one fights.

However, when a bear cub ran out to challenge the dwarf, Durin still couldn't hold back, but what made him even more unbearable was that the dwarf used the toe-stepping and dwarf-picking techniques to knock the bear cub down in two moves.

When no one else came up to die, Du Lin nodded and said, "From today on, training will begin. You will manage your respective teams. If there are troublemakers, the first time you do this, you will be taught a lesson. The second time you do this, you will be put in solitary confinement. The third time, you don't need to report it to me. You will be executed directly."

After saying that, Du Lin asked his kid to start moving.

The first step is to jog around the playground.

Half a month is enough time to feed these skinny little guys and help them build a solid foundation.

"Is this the end?" A clan leader ran over and asked.

Du Lin took a look at the horns on his head, called out to a team that had not yet started running, and took out his own lamb and the five lambs in the team.

"Take off your shirt."

All six lambs took off their shirts.

Du Lin patted the belly of his pet. He had a strong back, eight muscular bodies, well-defined features, and bright eyes.

Then he pointed at the five scrawny lambs and said, "These soldiers you gave me are only fit to load bullets for riflemen in battle on my farm! And you still give them to me to train! If I don't feed them well enough, my company commander will kill half of them in a day!"

After saying this, Durin sighed heavily: "What's the matter with you all having so many lambs? Is raising lambs so hard? Did the druids of the Great Forest give you any land?"

"They said that the amount of land that can be reclaimed has reached its limit recently, and they won't allow us to burn the land for reclamation. We, we can't beat them..." The old sheep answered humbly.

Du Lin took a deep breath and said, "Gather your people here and start reclaiming the wasteland tomorrow. If you don't cut down all the nearby trees within a week, I will cause trouble for you. When the druids come, I will negotiate with them. If they can talk, I will talk to them. If they can't, I will kill them with my own hands!"

Oh my god, what era is this? How can people starve like this while guarding such a large piece of land? No matter which druid comes today, it won't work!

(End of this chapter)