Durin's Diary

Chapter 480 Daily Life in Training Camp (Part )
The Yankee recruits were practically on their hands and knees getting into the mess hall on their first night, and Sidney didn't laugh - because they were almost the same as yesterday.

The amount of training in the morning seems to be a lot, but compared with the afternoon, it feels a little relaxed like a spring breeze.

Taking into account the large size of the Yankees, the veterans of each company added 10% of the amount on their own.

So naturally some people fell behind, but Du Lin couldn't bear to see it, so he didn't let the veterans take the food from the mouths of these young people.

"Lord Du Lin's words are as sharp as a knife, but his heart is as soft as silk. He is kind-hearted after all." A military police captain from the north sighed.

"Coming here, they will face green-skinned orcs, a terrifying alien species. They possess stronger physiques, greater endurance, and a more determined will. These are the fundamentals for persevering in the fight and surviving." Du Lin looked at the one-eyed northerner and said, "By the way, where have we met before?"

"I was nearby when the two majesties died. Luckily, I only lost one eye." He finished speaking and sighed, "I'm very sorry, sir."

Du Lin nodded and said, "Debts are settled when a person dies. Besides, my father did not die because of those two Majesties. I personally have no hatred towards them. On the contrary, I have a personal relationship with the former Third Prince Sando Walter. As for the bounty, no one will take it seriously, right?" After Du Lin finished speaking, he smiled and made a request.

"Thank you for your generosity, my lord."

The captain walked towards his colleagues - in a corner of the cafeteria, there was a dining area for gendarmerie commanders and officers from all over the country.

They had intended to eat separately, as was their custom.

But Dulin ate and drank with the soldiers, and after three days they could no longer pretend.

Because the commander of Dulin's training camp ate and lived with the soldiers, no soldier had any complaints about the excessive training. In contrast, the battalion with Dulin's training camp had already killed people three days ago - Dulin's soldiers were well fed, while their soldiers were not well fed and only deserved to eat grass. In Dulin's opinion, there was no mutiny. It was really fucking true that the big bosses of this era were too honest.

Thinking of this, Du Lin looked at the special cat Xia who brought him dinner and smiled. He took the plate and said, "Are you used to working here?"

"We're finally home. Now we're all your subjects, sir. When we meet our former elders, we can speak with our chests held high." The little girl sighed, "It's a pity that Sister Xia Li is not here."

"She is practicing her skills and becoming stronger. Only then can she protect you well when I'm not around." After saying that, Du Lin reached out and petted the kitten - you know what, this world is pretty good. There are cats walking on two legs everywhere. You can't pet the big ones, but it's okay to pet the small ones.

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"Lord Durin's behavior doesn't seem like Northernism, but I don't believe it." Seeing his captain approach the table, the older Northern Kingdom observer smiled and pulled out a chair for him. "Sit down. Intelligence from all over has come in. Lord Durin's battalion will undoubtedly take first place."

"It's a shame there aren't many people like Lord Durin who stay out of this. He has a Northernist father and a dukedom grandfather, and he himself is a benevolent liberal and a believer in the Twin Mother Goddesses. Everyone says he prioritizes reason over personal connections and is always impartial." An elderly man with graying hair and a beard, wearing a Savoy uniform, sighed. "Lord Dalin has confirmed that all of Dalin's new recruits this year will be trained in this manner, barring any unforeseen circumstances."

"It is said that the new recruits in the Eastern Elf Territory have been trained in a similar way in recent years. Lord Durin has taken this a step further. I ask you, can you noble leaders go down to the grassroots level and live and eat with the soldiers?" This was said by Farol's military judge. The nobles did not like this northernist very much, but he spoke well.

Many noble officers shook their heads. In this respect, they certainly couldn't compare to Lord Durin. As a duke, he could eat and sleep with the soldiers. In the eyes of the nobles, anyone else would be considered crazy.

But it was Duke Elsh who did this, so others had to watch and learn from him.

Facts proved him right. His recruits never complained, no matter how hard the training was. Because no matter if it was windy or rainy, Du Lin would sit on the rocking chair woven by the tree elf and watch them.

They ate well and had enough to eat, which was already very good treatment for mortals in this era. So much so that many young people from other places in the Great Forest wanted to join Dulin's army. In the Grand Dukedom of Lublin, Dulin's third legion had been reorganized, and too many young people were willing to join his legion.

"Why did Lord Durin expand the army?" Some people didn't quite understand.

"Their territory is in the eastern part of the civilized world. To the north of the Eastern Elves is the Chaos Wasteland. Although the Chaos Lords focus on the northern border, there are still Chaos believers who infiltrate the troops south from time to time. To the east is the snowy wasteland. There are endless alien species there, which even give Chaos believers a headache. As for the south, the green-skinned orcs in the Great Woods are simply endless. If you and I were in such a place, I'm afraid we would have to recruit more legions." Marshal Alessandro walked in and sat down at the round table.

He was the highest-ranking marshal in the camp. His appearance made everyone stand up and salute, even Farol's military judge was no exception - in the training camp in Dulin, everyone except him had to salute when they saw the marshal.

It’s nothing else but because his granddaughter is Lord Du Lin’s wife.

And this marshal never put on airs - on his first day, he ate simple meals with Farol's military judge and Lord Durin.

The nobles could still laugh at Farol's peasant for eating like this, but if a legend like Durin, the Grand Duke, and even the Grand Duke Alessandro ate the same thing, then any further ridicule would be a death sentence.

And whoever comes here has to say that it is a good way to die.

Fortunately, Lord Durin arrived at this time and sat next to Grand Duke Alessandro: "The physical fitness of the new recruits from the Sidney Camp yesterday and the Northern Camp today are better than those from the three camps in the Great Forest. I'm afraid that the group leaders and the forest leaders have not been able to sleep well in the past few days." Lord Durin made his usual sigh.

"The economy determines people's livelihood. This is what Mr. Sora wrote in his book. I agree with it. The North is able to maintain the war with the Chaos believers in the north because it has exclusive trade with the Eastern Elf Territory and the Elf Twin Islands." Grand Duke Alessandro said in a deep voice.

"What about the Great Forest? Lord Dulin, what do you think is there in the Great Forest?" someone asked the emperor.

"Agriculture." Du Lin's answer was concise and powerful.

If it were someone else, everyone would just laugh it off.

But this is Lord Durin.

For a legend who can turn everything into gold, there must be a deep meaning behind what he said!
(End of this chapter)