Durin's Diary

Chapter 630 Chief

Chapter 630 Chief
Durin was not surprised when he heard that Locke Walter had returned to the Northern Kingdom, taken over a job from his brother, and went to the Great Woodland as a member of the military observation group - after all, the Farol Northern Commune had nothing in common with the nobles.

Locke was a political asylum seeker before, and now he must have taken over a sinecure from his brother.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the report handed over by the black-haired child in front of him and said, "How is it, my Wenli, are you ready to go to the front line to help your old friend Rovsky?"

"I'm Willy, Principal. Don't make fun of me with a long Tang name, even though I also have black hair." The grassland elf boy in front of him frowned and refuted.

"Okay, liberal arts and science." Du Lin said with a smile.

His student sighed—obviously, in anger.

But he still gave a date: "Three days later. Mainly because my parents are repairing the ditch at the farm right now, and my brother and sister need me to take care of them. In three days, their ditch workers will take their turn to rest, so I'll be free. Then I'll go over and help Rovsky."

"As for him, I'll leave it to you. Don't embarrass him."

"Your Excellency, you underestimate Rovsky. He is actually a very talented young man."

"I know he's talented, but he's still a young man, unlike you, who's used to taking care of others. This is your weakness, but also your strength. You're a master at defense, unlike him, who's invested all his talent in offense." Having said that, Du Lin finally made the decision: "This time, the newly formed 266th Regiment, composed mainly of hunters from Switzerland and Lublin, will be accompanying you to reinforce the Great Woodland. What do you think?"

"Sir, will you give me the championship seed?" The boy widened his eyes.

"I'm at ease leaving it to you. Oh, and take my sword with you. If anyone disobeys, you can use it to kill them. If anyone refuses to report me, tell me and I'll come and kill them myself." Having said this, Du Lin looked at the boy and said, "By the way."

"Is there anything else, sir?" Willy turned his head and looked at Du Lin with curiosity.

"Remember, you are the first-term student. Your father has been pardoned. Now you are a genuine grassland elf half-blood. If anyone uses the little deer antlers on your forehead to make trouble, break his legs. Remember, no one can choose their mother, but everyone can choose to shut their mouth. If someone can't do it, then help him do it. I will cover for him if anything goes wrong."

"Yes, my lord."

Willy finally smiled.

This made Du Lin very pleased.

Although the child's parents were fugitive slaves, they helped many people along the way, so much so that their child was starving to the point of being skin and bones. Willy, who had not had enough to eat since childhood, was even shorter than a pure-blooded grassland elf, only about 1.3 meters tall. His body had not grown much, and he looked like a child of eleven or twelve years old.

But he is really very smart, and he has unparalleled strength on the chessboard of war.

It’s a pity that his family is not well off and he has younger brothers and sisters to take care of.

Otherwise, it would not be Rovsky's turn to lead the team.

Fortunately, Du Lin was willing to give the young man a chance to fight in actual combat - he wanted to see whether the chief among the first batch of students was a true master of art on the battlefield, or a waste who could only talk big but not do anything.

………………

Rota's judgment was correct. The green-skinned orcs suffered a loss, but did not sit and wait for death. Instead, they chose to attack at night.

But he met a young man who did not play by the rules at all. Major Rovsky seemed to have foreseen the future and had built barbed wire and minefields early on. He also prepared wooden-handled grenades that could be thrown far at the front line.

So the green orcs' sneak attack that night turned into a disaster.

First, the green orcs' sneak attack troops stepped on a landmine five hundred meters away.

When these brainless creatures rushed forward, several machine guns fired. With the help of flares, Rota could clearly see the green-skinned orcs being cut down like wheat under the attacks of various firepower.

Furthermore, the battle mages were deployed several times, repeatedly dropping incendiary bombs on the front lines. The wall of fire not only blocked the greenskins' front line, but also their confidence in attacking. By daybreak, the greenskins' offensive could no longer be sustained, and they retreated, leaving behind tens of thousands of corpses.

Rota spent a thrilling night. He used up all the 100 bullets he had with him, but Lord Durin's troops not only replenished his ammunition, but also awarded him a medal - the Night Combat Assist Medal. This is a medal specially awarded to friendly forces. Not everyone can get it. Only those like Rota who are fighting for the first time can get it.

It is said that the medal was designed by Lord Durin himself. The medal is in the shape of two hands tightly clasped together, with various firearms in the background.

This made Rota very satisfied.

The green-skinned orcs opposite this area suffered heavy losses and did not launch any subsequent attacks until the new army of Lord Durin arrived.

So when Rovsky came to see Rota early this morning, the young man was having breakfast on sweet soy milk and black bread with jam distributed by the dining car.

"What, are you going to pick up your classmates? Then count me in." After drinking the soy milk and biting the last piece of jam bread, Rota took his hat and followed.

As usual, the military train arrived on time. Rota looked at the empty space around him and asked curiously, "Didn't you tell anyone?"

"It's okay. The chief said he didn't want to make a big fuss, but I thought you were interesting, so I brought you here." The young man then added a Chang Tang proverb: "This is like calling new friends to meet old ones."

Luo Ta, who was illiterate about Chang Tang literature, could only nod his head as if hearing thunder from the sky.

The military train began to slow down, and Rota followed behind his new friend, wondering how he could make a good impression on the new chief.

The military train finally came to a stop. As the door of the first carriage opened, a girl holding a flag and a goat horn came down, embracing a battle flag and pointing to the rear of the train: "Chief Willy is off to inspect military discipline."

Rota followed his new friend all the way to the rear of the car, where he saw the lieutenant colonel coming down behind the group of soldiers.

The black and red military uniform seemed a little big.

But so cute.

The big military cap on his head looked a little too big.

But so cute.

His leather shoes were spotless and he wore large black-rimmed glasses on his nose.

But so cute.

"Chief Willy, welcome to the Great Woodland!" Rovsky saluted him.

He smiled and nodded, adjusting the ceremonial dagger at his waist. "Thank you for your hard work, Sir Rovsky. I've heard about your dedication."

"It's just that you guys are risking your lives." The big guy puffed out his chest with pride.

"By the way, he is..." The lovely chief looked at Rota.

"My new friend, Major Rota from Savoy, is a staff officer," Rovsky introduced.