"A rowing team?"

After breakfast, Juan, who was enjoying medium roasted Blue Mountain coffee in the office, looked at Ya Ling with surprised eyes.

"Yes, Mr. Huo Yin requested to form a rowing team. He and Mr. Tyrande discussed it. The team members will be selected from moon elf students with good grades, and he is willing to bear all the expenses."

"This is not a question of money, the question is where do we get the rowing boats?"

"Mr. Huo Yin said that he has contacted the state-owned Fireforge Workshop in the Elf Town, and the factory director Magni Bronzebeard promised to hand-build a racing boat for him based on the drawings provided by Mr. Huo Yin."

"Okay, rowing boats should be fine, but where can we find a river here that can be used for rowing boats?"

"I didn't ask that."

Yaling lowered her head in shame, blaming herself for not doing her job well.

Juan turned his attention to the savanna outside the building.

This slightly undulating grassland was formed after the explosion of a large-yield hydrogen bomb.

After a long rainy season, some water accumulated in some low-lying areas, forming shallow pools and swamps.

Elsewhere, there are also thin streams flowing irregularly.

But no matter how you look at it, they can't support the rowing boat.

"Maybe," Ya Ling suddenly had a guess, "Mr. Huo Yin wants to go to District 9?"

The ninth area is where the shrimp ship crashed. It is located in the delta of the Rufiji River estuary. The river network there is criss-crossed, so it is no problem to row a rowing boat.

But it was only three or four days' drive from the building. Juan really couldn't imagine that anyone would be willing to spend so much time rowing a boat.

He said to himself: "A racing boat."

"It's a racing boat, boss, it's more appropriate to use 'ship' as the quantifier for racing boats."

Juan gave Ya Ling a roll of his eyes.

"Let him go and tell the factory director Magni Bronzebeard to cooperate fully, but the price will be doubled."

Shortly after Yaling withdrew, the clone with the diode on the learning machine "Laughing" knocked on the office door.

Juan politely invited "Laughing" to sit down on the guest sofa and poured him a cup of coffee himself.

"Colonel, ah, I'm sorry, I should call you by your online name - laugh, may I ask, what can I do for you?"

"You're too polite, Your Excellency, the head of state. I'm studying a famous battle in history, but there are some parts I can't figure out clearly, so I thought a military exercise might be able to give me more inspiration."

"Military exercise?"

"Yes, I asked General Thorin for help before, but he rejected me. He said that any military operation in the Brave New World must obtain your permission."

"Yes, Thorin is right, but if his attitude is too harsh, I can apologize to you on his behalf."

"No need at all. In fact, General Thorin is the most pleasing humanoid I have seen on this planet. His military temperament is very charming."

"Thank you. I will convey your compliment to Solin. I believe he will be very happy. You know, he has always been proud to have served in the special operations brigade."

"Special operations brigade? Is that the famous special operations brigade?"

"Yes, that's the famous special operations brigade."

"I really didn't expect that General Solin would have such an experience. I suddenly felt that I had more in common with him. I will have a good chat with him later."

Juan felt that he might have exaggerated too much. After all, Solin was just a logistics officer in the special operations brigade, and his status was equivalent to that of a military dog.

He changed the subject without leaving any trace: "Ms. Laughing, what do you think of my Self-Defense Forces?"

"Those dragon-men with big tails? I can use one word to describe them, that is 'bandits'."

"Bandits? Not so much."

"Then use another word, 'rabble'."

"I feel worse than a bandit. Is it really that bad?"

"It's just that bad."

"But I think their marksmanship has been practiced quite accurately, and they have also experienced actual combat."

"No, no, no, those are just trivial matters. As a soldier, the most important thing is discipline!

"Your Dragon Self-Defense Forces have no discipline at all. They can't even line up properly. They don't behave like a soldier.

"And their dormitory is really terrible. The quilts are spread out haphazardly on the bed, and the walls are covered with messy posters.

"Such a team is not qualified to be called an army at all. To describe them as 'rabble' and 'bandits' is already a compliment."

Juan was a little unconvinced: "Dragon people are still very fierce in fighting. They are not afraid of death."

"The courage of an ordinary man," Ms. Laughing taught like a teacher, "Juan, let me tell you, the most important thing for a soldier is discipline. Without discipline, everything else is zero."

Juan drank his coffee in silence, silently expressing his disapproval.

The laughing lady took a sip of coffee and said, "The military exercise I plan to organize will be divided into two teams: red and blue.

"The red team has 50 people, and they should be more professional; the blue team has 150 people, and their race doesn't matter, they can be more miscellaneous.

"The weapon is a dwarf steam rifle, without lead bullets."

Juan nodded and said: "If you don't need live ammunition, that's no problem. When do you plan to start?"

"We'll be on the tarmac in five minutes."

"Pfft~"

Juan squirted out a mouthful of coffee.

"Ahem, five minutes? That's not even enough time for me to run to the tarmac. Are you kidding me?"

"For real soldiers, this little time is enough to assemble."

"Sorry, I only have 'rabble' and 'bandits' here."

"What about ten minutes?"

"Absolutely impossible."

"It's really bad. Think about it, what would you do if an enemy attacked you?

"So, without discipline, it is impossible to win."

The laughing lady sighed, like a parent receiving a failing report card for their child.

She shook her head and said, "Forget it, let's change it to one o'clock in the afternoon. Don't let me down again."

After lunch, Juan summoned two hundred humanoids to the tarmac.

Juan, who felt a little awkward in his heart, said with a smile: "Ms. Laughing, you said it doesn't matter if the races are mixed, so I just found some."

The two hundred humanoids on the field, with 50 draconians on one side, stood in a slightly loose formation. They all lowered their heads to study the steam rifles, but did not fire them.

On the other side, there is not a single humanoid with military training.

There was no queue at all, they stood randomly scattered.

A dozen two-headed demons stood and started dancing, and a moon elf beside them took out a flute to accompany them.

Dozens of halflings gathered together and seemed to be discussing cooking skills. One man wearing a chef's hat even pulled out two kitchen knives and performed hanging vegetables, which won a round of applause.

There are also a large number of dwarves, but they are all good at mining and construction. They are good at operating steam hammers, but they are very unfamiliar with operating steam rifles.

Rather than researching, they are more like playing with the weapons in their hands.

"Woo-hoo" sounds of deflation and "bang-bang" gunshots came one after another.

Juan smiled and said: "Ms. Laughing, look, is this okay?"

To Juan's surprise, the laughing lady nodded and said, "Yes, this is exactly what I need."

So the exercise began.

At the request of the laughing lady, both sides lined up and faced each other with guns fired.

"Bang bang" "woo woo" "bang bang bang"

The field was filled with steam, and it looked a bit like a smoky battlefield.

"You, you and you are all dead, lie down!"

The Laughing Lady is like God, walking through the "bullet-filled" battlefield, and like the God of Death, harvesting lives everywhere.

Juan didn't know how she could determine who was shot and who was not.

Anyway, those who were touched by her fingers fell down.

In this way, the Red Army and the dragon-men's horizontal column advanced for a while after firing a few shots.

The Blue Army, a disorganized militia, fled in all directions when they saw the dragons advancing, then gathered together, huddled together to fight back, and then scattered again.

After more than ten rounds, the Blue Army militiamen were so tired that they were foaming at the mouth, while the Red Army Dragonmen were reduced by 30% due to the "Death Touch" of the Laughing Lady.

Later, the laughing lady announced: "The Red Army suffered heavy casualties, its morale was at zero, it failed, and the Blue Army won!"

"Oh yeah" "La la la" "We are victorious"

The militiamen cheered, sang and danced, although they certainly didn't know why they were victorious.

The dragons looked dumbfounded, but after a brief moment of astonishment, they also joined the celebration on the other side.

Juan looked puzzled: "What on earth are you doing?"

Ms. Laughing said excitedly: "I have proved that militiamen with the concept of protecting their country can defeat a well-trained invading army, just like in wars in history!"

Juan touched the green hair on his head and thought, okay, as long as you are happy, but when I see the bill later, I hope you can maintain your current good mood.
Chapter completed!