Durin's Diary

Chapter 637 Discussion
Dulin's appearance was warmly welcomed by the soldiers. These young men from the farms in the Great Wasteland and the land of Lublin rushed over to shake hands with Dulin, and everyone's face was filled with happy smiles.

As usual, Du Lin had lunch with the other soldiers, consisting of mashed potatoes, half a piece of white bread, and broth with salt.

For ordinary people of this era, white bread was a rare good thing, and mashed potatoes, which could even be refilled, were a daily necessity that most farmers' families did not have.

As for salty broth, this kind of thing is usually only found in dreams in the civilized world of human beings - because the rabbits, fish, and even insects in the hunting grounds of the nobles are beyond the reach of farmers.

Only farmers in the three eastern regions had the opportunity to eat a meal occasionally, so this meal was a real feast for the soldiers.

Du Lin arranged for the second-term students to have dinner, and then sat down with several soldier representatives to listen to them discuss the situation on the battlefield and the pros and cons of the equipment in their hands.

The soldiers said everything was fine.

The oldest veteran said that at first he felt that the soles of the leather boots he was given were hard and uncomfortable to wear, but compared with the so-called shoes worn by soldiers in other troops and their feet full of frostbite, their boots were sturdy, durable, and warm, and even much better than Major Savoy's soft leather shoes.

Recently, there are even officers from other countries who want to buy boots from them - the soldiers in Durin have two pairs of leather boots of the same size, one pair for daily use and one pair for spare.

The Major Savoy should be referring to Rota, who was promoted to lieutenant colonel just two days ago. When he sent his leather shoes to the logistics department for repair, the logistics craftsman said that these leather shoes were worn in the civilized world, and anyone who wore such expensive calfskin shoes on the battlefield would only suffer.

Du Lin smiled and said that probably no one would sell boots.

The soldiers all shook their heads - the leather boots on the soldiers' feet were now priceless treasures. Looking at the envy in the eyes of soldiers from other countries whose feet were covered with frostbite, once there was a comparison, no one thought there was anything wrong with the hard soles of the boots.

At least you can use it to kick the fart monster in the head without it making a sound. There are also unlucky guys in other troops who have their toes bitten off by the fart monster.

"Where's the gun?" Du Lin asked while scraping mashed potatoes with the bread in his hand.

"Machine guns are great, sir. When the green orcs huddle together and the machine gun sounds, they fall down like wheat." The young human soldier rushed to answer. It was obvious that he was a young man from a farm in the wilderness. He had a really big appetite. He was still showing off after eating his third plate of mashed potatoes.

In comparison, Toby Rabbit, who was sitting next to him, was already burping from overeating.

The young Pekla man with goat horns spoke up, "Sir, our rifles are excellent! They're far superior to the single-shot rifles I used when I was an apprentice hunter with my father. While soldiers in other units have newer rifles, their maintenance is generally poor. Some soldiers have never even had their weapons serviced."

A dwarf also took a sip of the wine from the small flask he was given daily. "Some of their lances are so rusty they won't fire. If you encounter such a thing on the battlefield, you'll be dead. Looking at it this way, the hardships and whippings my lord endured to teach us how to care for our lances seem like nothing."

"I remember you're the most proficient in the maintenance procedures, and the only one who hasn't been whipped." Du Lin smiled and patted the dwarf's shoulder. "You can teach them when you have time. At least here, you're all comrades in the fight against the green-skinned orcs."

The soldier representatives nodded one after another.

Willy came over at this time, carrying a tray of food: "Sorry, I was just helping a few commanders write letters home, so I'm slow." "Lieutenant Colonel, you are always writing letters for them." The young farm soldier said with a smile: "It's tiring to help all of us write. Sometimes you should refuse."

"Indeed, the Lieutenant Colonel doesn't even charge any fees. There are even soldiers from other units who come to him for help." The young man from the Pekla clan looked at Du Lin and said, "The Lieutenant Colonel has been really busy lately."

"Well, I'll go ask the God of Wisdom and see if they can send a group of young people over. They don't have to fight in the war, but just help the soldiers in the army write some letters home." Du Lin made the decision - there shouldn't be any problem with the Church of the God of Wisdom. A church whose mission is to spread knowledge should readily agree to such a request.

Of course, Du Lin will also pay, after all, hard work pay is necessary.

When it comes to food, soldiers from other units are now envious.

As for clothing, everyone thought it would be nice to have two pairs of boots and four pairs of socks.

As for weapons, machine guns were well received. The only complaint was that Toby Rabbit said that the 8mm rifles in the hands of their small soldiers could only bully fart monsters. To fight greenskins, they still had to use machine guns, or the short-barreled automatic rifles in the hands of tall and big guys - large caliber was the truth. The 15mm heavy machine gun could mow down groups of greenskins, and the 10mm automatic rifle was not bad either. However, the 8mm bullets would only make the greenskins more angry, and could only cause casualties if they accidentally hit a fatal area.

Du Lin had indeed received information that 8mm bullets could even get stuck in the muscles of greenskins, and through tests on greenskin prisoners, it was indeed confirmed that 8mm bullets did not have enough penetrating effect against greenskins.

There are even horrific records of 8mm bullets lodging in green skulls from 200 meters away.

Facts have proved that the 8mm can hit the terrifying upright ape, but it is somewhat powerless against man-made creatures like the green-skinned orcs.

"Don't worry about this for now. We are testing the new generation of 8mm long-cased rifle bullets." Du Lin comforted the soldiers.

The current 8mm bullets use pistol specifications and are not loaded with much powder. Faced with this fact, Du Lin chose to use upper shells - all the 8mm rifles currently used by the military will be resold as small-caliber hunting rifles, and then use new-version semi-automatic guns with rear magazines.

"A new gun? I'm so looking forward to it." Toby Rabbit said he would definitely bring good news to everyone.

This is no secret, of course.

As for these semi-automatic guns, although they cannot shoot large prey, they are quite good for hunting small and medium-sized pests such as deer, coyotes, jackals, and giant rats (either they enter the farmland to eat crops or hurt children. These animals will be hunted as long as they appear in the settlements). Even if they cannot be sold, the farms in the wilderness and forests, as well as the territory of Lublin in Durin's hands can be absorbed.

Organizing young people to practice shooting and let them hunt vermin, all the prey they kill belongs to them. Du Lin can also select sharpshooters from them, which is also a long-term investment.

　I was busy all day yesterday and finally finished my work. But at night I was so sleepy that I couldn't type a single word. I woke up with three chapters in my hand.

　　These three chapters are from yesterday. I will continue coding later today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)