Durin's Diary

Chapter 875 A Song

This bastard is lucky. He awakened in the same way as Melinda. This proves that the beastmen in the East and West are actually the same thing - their ancestors all came from the research center's production center, but were artificially placed in the East and West during the subsequent "redistribution".

Correspondingly, the same is true for the elves, including the high elves with their noses up, moon elves, wood elves and grassland elves (the first three can be confirmed to be created by the Western European Union research group, while the grassland elves were created by the Chinese group). There are clans in both the East and the West.

As for gnomes, halflings, and dwarves, there is no need to mention them.

Just like the various administrative races, such as Zhulong, the Red Feather People, and the Dragon Race, they exist in both the East and the West.

However, the monkeys without tails still strictly follow the skin color. For example, there are dark-skinned people in the Niublis Mountains area of ​​the Western Continent. According to Eleven, the Iberian Peninsula was not built well, so the dark-skinned people can only be cast in the mountains.

As for the African continent and the American continent, the same thing applies: whoever pays for the ecosystem will enjoy it.

·By the way, don’t you wonder why there is no America?

Faced with Eleven's questions, Du Lin and Da Ju were a little confused.

So Eleven could only pull out a world map and point to the upper and lower continents on the other side of the Old World.

This is North America and South America, isn't it something that doesn't exist in your world?"

In our time, this is called the New World. The Four Chaos Gods invaded our world, and it took us thousands of years to drive them away. North and South America had already been wiped out long before that. In my time, the New World was undergoing a new colonization. We, the people of Eastern Thailand, landed on the west coast and established the Gold Coast system, while the people of Western Land established many settlements on the east coast.

Faced with the answers given by Du Lin and Da Ju, Eleven was stunned, and then sighed.
While the Yankees are our enemies, and we have defeated them, we are still human, and being slaughtered by the Chaos God's army would be too tragic.

Isn't it true? North America is full of pits of corpses left after sacrifice. In the San Francisco area, many pits of corpses were still discovered when I died, and there were even gymnasiums in abandoned cities filled with hundreds of thousands of skulls.

Although Durin considers himself a butcher, he is still too kind and cute compared to the Chaos army, and has no lethality at all.

Outrageous.

Although Eleven could understand such a tragic scene of killing, he, Du Lin and Da Ju were from two different eras after all.

After the discussion, Du Lin turned his attention to Liang Xiaochao who was preparing to light a fire at the immobilized deer not far away. He saw that the little bastard first fired a shot at the deer from two hundred meters away.

The deer didn't move.

"Thirty-one steps forward," Melinda said.

Thirty-one steps is about twenty meters for Liang Xiaochao.

So the little bastard took thirty steps and then raised his gun and fired.

The deer remained motionless.

I saw helplessness and despair in the eyes of the deer. I asked if it was possible to change the target for the little rabbit. Do you know how heartbroken I was watching it?

Daju complained to Dulin.

·Survival of the fittest, there will always be a day when hunters and prey will meet their end.

Du Lin watched the rabbit take thirty steps at a time, until he was only twenty meters away from the deer.

Melinda turned her head and looked at Du Lin, her eyes full of despair.

"Liang Xiaochao! Raise your gun!" Du Lin ordered.

The bunny raised his gun while choking.

"Aim at the deer! Shoot!" In response to Du Lin's order, Liang Xiaochao squeaked and pulled the trigger.

Once again, the bullet flew away, and the deer remained motionless.

Du Lin strode over, took the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle from Liang Xiaochao's hand, put the bayonet into place with a flick of his hand, and then stuffed it into Liang Xiaochao's arms: "Now you rush forward with it! Stab it to death with all your strength!"

The bastard was trembling.

"Tell me! Who is your greatest enemy in this life? Just imagine the deer in front of you as him! Stab him with the bayonet on the front of your gun!"

The little rabbit squeaked.

"What! Don't you have any courage? How can you protect your family if you are such a coward? Stab it!"

In the face of Durin's roar, the little rabbit finally rushed forward screaming and stabbed the deer's butt with its bayonet.

Well, the deer was finally able to move, so it rushed out with the stuck bayonet and the brat who was holding on to the gun.

Melinda pulled out her pistol and shot the deer's head off.

Du Lin walked over, picked up the brat and swung him around: "Alright, let's go back first."

………………

Liang Xiaochao was not physically fit, so Du Lin and Melinda didn't know that he didn't join the army. From Melinda's point of view, it would be better to let him kill a few chickens first to make it a transition, and then shoot targets at the shooting range for a few more months, and then take him into the woods when he was no longer under psychological pressure.

But she and Du Lin definitely couldn't stay that long.

When the turtle spirit heard the story of his own secret being in the wild forest, he was also at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

"Anyway, thank you both very much." He said, looking at the gun that Du Lin placed on the table. "I heard that this gun was made by you. Can I try it?"

"You can take it and play with it. It's not a rare item." Du Lin didn't care.

When the turtle spirit heard this, he was so happy that he threw his rabbit-headed secretary away and walked towards the shooting range with his gun.

His rabbit-headed secretary, Liang Xiaochao, looked embarrassed: "Am I really useless?"

"Not everyone is born a warrior." Du Lin did not make fun of him. Du Lin had seen such young men in the tower before. In a word, they were too timid.

Although Du Lin was a killer himself, he also understood that not everyone in this world could fulfill this responsibility. Therefore, Liang Xiaochao's timidity was forgivable and understandable to Du Lin, but Du Lin would not give up on this kid just because of this. If a person does not learn to protect himself, he will ultimately be nothing more than a child carrying gold through the market.

Melinda was also very regretful: "If he came to the Western Continent, I could train him well. It's a pity that he probably can't come."

At this moment, Chen Xiaohu appeared in the hall. He saw Du Lin and was a little surprised: "Mr. Du Lin, shouldn't you be in the wild forest in the north? Why are you back?"

"Xiao Chao is still too young and needs some proper training. We plan to let him see some blood first, like killing a few chickens or something like that."

"Oh, then I see. You guys are quite dedicated. Sorry to bother you. By the way, why are there gunshots here?" He looked at the shooting range in the distance with some confusion.

"Old White is playing with a gun." Du Lin said, "I made the gun."

"Then I have to go and play too." After saying that, he stroked Liang Xiaochao's head and ran to the shooting range.

(End of this chapter)