Durin's Diary

Chapter 481 Contest
In Du Lin's memory, there are not many good people and good deeds like wanting the horse to run but not eat grass.

Yet, there are so many ruined things in this world, all because of the word profit.

At the end of the sixth week of the camp, the battalions and companies of the Dalindi camps held training competitions. Du Lin sent out all twelve companies of his three Dalindi camps for the Dalin leaders to choose from.

The first competition was a company-level confrontation of standard size. In the first round, Durin's Pekla Company met the Reserve King Selection Company of the Tygus species - in the great forest, the forest master is the king, and becoming a member of the Reserve King Selection Company is the highest achievement for these young big cats.

By the way, Titus Sora’s youngest daughter Yara was here today too. As soon as the little cat saw Durin, she meowed and ran over, giving him a hug that almost suffocated him to death in her arms.

Mr. Du Lin, your blood flow rate has increased by 30%. Let me tell you, according to scientific research, being suffocated like this once a week can increase the average life expectancy of men by five years.

Daju patiently persuades.

What five years? Am I the one who needs these five years? I almost died.

The doctor and the patient had just finished a rare exchange of complaints when the battle on the stage began.

Pekla fought Tigers with sword and shield, and lost without any surprise - the Pekla cubs on Dulin's side had been hungry for nine meals a day since they were young, and their average height was less than 1.6 meters. Dulin fed them like ducks for a month, but compared to the fact that these big tigers were 2.23 meters tall on average and their arms were thicker than the waists of the Pekla cubs, it was normal for them to lose.

If they hadn't lost, this Pekla company would have been Durin Elsh's chosen champion company, and Durin would have had his butt welded to the toilet.

But the Pekras were extremely determined to fight, and they would risk their lives to create killing opportunities for their friends. The result of the simulated battle was that all 152 lambs were killed, 37 big cats on the opposite side were killed, and 17 were injured.

When the big tigers who were obviously the winners came off the field, the big tiger who was watching the battle as the forest master had a dark face - in the sword and shield battle, they were exchanged three for one by Pekla, which was the worst record in history - they had never been so miserable when fighting against the weaker combatants of the same war clan.

When the Pekla cubs were beaten black and blue, the weak beasts were cheering and shouting, and Dulin even comforted them.

What's wrong with losing? It's not shameful to lose after such a fight. A 1.6-meter-tall man fighting a 2.3-meter-tall man, the only option is to pay with your life.

The first day's competition was divided into three major competitions. The first competition was a standard-level continuous confrontation. Although Dulin's Pekla boys lost, fortunately there was still a loser group. The most important thing was that the first place in the loser group and the first place in the winner group would have a comeback battle.

The second type is a company battle of small-sized species. Dulin can just put together a Nicolas company, which are all kittens like Xia Li. Although they are small, they are also capable of fighting under Dulin's training.

Of course, this is Dulin's opinion.

The fact is that Durin's little cats drew the Muse Company, and their weapons were super long spears, three-meter guns, and thin rods. Nicolas's cubs exchanged zero for one hundred and seventy-seven. Durin's cats relied on their organization, fighting will, and racial suppression to crush the mice.

In Du Lin's opinion, it was also a lackluster game.

The sound of fighting on the stage was deafening, and Du Lin was smoking intermittently in the audience. Xia Li, who took some time off to watch the game, was meowing beside him. Du Lin also had to take the time to pet his own cat - his little maid, who had become cheerful now. It turned out that having a good learning environment is really important.

But in the eyes of the forest masters, it was a long time ago that the Nicolaes had the advantage over the Muse. This Muse company was the loyal reserve company of the King's Selected Company, while those Nicolaes cubs were newly separated from the group and could not even get enough to eat.

The height difference between the two sides is only three centimeters. With this height difference, the Muse species is not afraid of the little cat like the Nicolas species at all.

In the end, it was crushed to pieces. When the last rat put up a desperate fight and was surrounded by Nicolaes's minions and stabbed to the ground with more than fifty long poles, the young Muse Forest Master on the other side of the stands fainted from tears.

Watching her servants screaming to rescue her, Du Lin glanced at the approaching Lord Da Lin and said, "Is there any need to be so sad?"

In Du Lin's view, it is natural for a cat to crush a mouse.

"On the battlefield, even if her entire loyal company were wiped out, they wouldn't have been able to inflict even a single loss on the enemy. Furthermore, she completely lost the bet she made with Forest Master Nicolais." The Great Forest Master had a different perspective: "Your Nicolais kittens were well-organized, forming into three-man teams, one attacking, one defending, and one charging. There was also support between the teams. Muse's coordination couldn't compare to Nicolais's, so their loss was well-deserved."

In the afternoon, the last competition of the first day was the group rapid-fire competition.

At first, Du Lin thought it was just a group of kids shooting guns, but later he heard that each group was given ten minutes to run into position, assemble a gun, and then use the remaining time to shell five visible targets at a distance of 300 to 1,000 yards.

They were placed at 300 yards, 400 yards, 550 yards, 750 yards and 1,000 yards respectively.

Five targets, ten solid shells, see how many hits you get in the end, and the distance is also taken into account.

The first goal is worth one point, the second goal is worth two points, the third goal is worth three points, the fourth goal is worth five points, and the fifth goal is worth ten points.

This is a competition event that has only been promoted in recent years, so the number of people varies from a minimum of two to thirty.

How do two people have sex?

Eleven and Daju were both a little confused.

This puzzled Du Lin until he saw two southern giants, one of them holding the cannon barrel while the other was loading it.

The idea was there, and I could actually withstand the recoil, but the problem was that I didn't hit a single shot.

Durin sent out a team consisting of six bear cubs and a litter of eleven Muses.

A bear carried two Muses and ran a thousand meters. After the cannon was assembled, the Muses began to measure the distance. When the bear cubs loaded the shells, their first shot hit the 750-yard circle. Although the Muses were not physically fit, they were not stupid. As long as they were properly trained, they were as good gunners as the Nicolais.

Dulin still has several artillery groups composed of Nicolaes species. As for letting the Muse species go, it is because the Nicolaes species had previously hit the Muse species with a zero, so isn’t this making up for the latter in the afternoon?

After firing five shots, the rats looked around, confirmed their unshakable advantage, raised the muzzle, and fired the remaining five shots into a circle of one thousand yards.

"After we go back, give all the artillery crews some extra food." Du Lin said to the camp manager beside him.

Du Lin has never been stingy with excellent soldiers. As for why he gave extra meals to all the artillery crews, it was very simple. There were five artillery crews, and they were all made of flesh and blood. In Du Lin's view, no matter which crew won, all the artillery crews would be able to eat their fill.

The old tall hoof nodded: "The reward from your Excellency will surely make them overjoyed."

(End of this chapter)