It was supposed to be a casual game, but the Long March dungeon brought tears to everyone's eye

"No." Hawkeye shook his head, his expression extremely serious. "I'll teach you how to take care of it."

Hawkeye stopped complaining that the gun was a fire poker.

He began to use his extensive experience in FPS games and the knowledge he had gleaned from military forums to explain things to Xiaodouzi.

"Look, in this kind of weather, moisture easily condenses inside the gun barrel, so wiping it directly won't help."

Hawkeye grabbed a handful of dry snow from the ground and rubbed it vigorously on the bolt of his rifle.

"Use snow."

"The low temperature of snow can cause water vapor on metal surfaces to condense into frost, which can then be wiped off with a cloth. This is called the condensation dehydration method."

"Also, when shooting, the bullet drop will be more severe in windy and snowy weather, so you have to raise the sights at least one body length higher, which is called calculating the lead."

Little Bean was stunned for a moment before he realized what was happening.

This time, the recruit wasn't trying to throw his gun; he wanted to be taught how to use it.

Looking at Hawkeye, who had been acting crazy just moments before but was now suddenly as rational as a veteran, Xiaodouzi's tone was subtly... full of admiration.

"Rookie, you know a lot!"

Hawkeye's lips curled up slightly.

Although Xiaodouzi's tone was a bit strange, he took it as admiration.

Finally, he regained a sliver of dignity as a technically skilled streamer!

And the guy walking at the front, Kuang Ge, demonstrated what it means to be a "big brother" through his actions.

There was a trumpeter in the group who was seriously ill and lacked strength. He had to stop and catch his breath after walking only a few steps.

Without saying a word, Kuang Ge took the heavy bugle and backpack from the bugler and hung them on himself.

[System notification: You have entered an overload state. Movement speed -20%, stamina consumption +30%.]

Madman's health bar began to slowly decrease.

But he didn't utter a sound, he just gritted his teeth and carried all the weight on his shoulders.

He has only one thought in mind right now.

No one can be left behind.

Not one can be missing.

The old sergeant silently watched the changes in these three "strange" recruits, a hint of relief flashing in his cloudy eyes.

He picked up three relatively sturdy tree branches from the snow, trimmed off the forks, and made them into three simple hiking sticks.

The old squad leader walked up to the three men and handed them the wooden stick.

"Take it," the old squad leader said succinctly, "Save your energy."

This is a silent form of approval.

The changes made by the streamers have stirred up ripples among the huge cloud gamer community.

The trend of comments in the live stream has quietly changed.

At first, everyone was there just to have some fun.

Watch Madman break down, watch Hawkeye get his comeuppance, watch Softie cry.

But now, the style has changed.

"Crazy Bro is awesome! That's a real man!"

"Hawkeye, stop teaching. I'm afraid if Little Bean learns it, you won't be able to do anything anymore."

"Waaaaah, Ruan Ruan is my goddess, she always was, and she is even more so now!"

"Damn, this is getting me all fired up! I want to go in and shovel cow dung too!"

"+1, anyone want to join? Let's form a 'Red Manure Transport Team' and send warmth to the squad leader and the others!"

The desire to "play" is gradually spreading across various gaming communities.

Luo An astutely seized this opportunity and immediately released a new announcement on the official website.

To thank our valued travelers, the studio has decided to launch a limited-time promotional event.

Starting now, the first 100,000 players who download and enter the game will receive a free "New Player Care Pack".

The gift package includes: a patched-up old cotton-padded coat (better than nothing) and a pair of thick straw sandals (may prevent you from getting frostbite).

Limited quantities available, first come, first served. —Luoan Studio, we are dedicated to bringing you the most authentic "healing".

The casual gamers immediately became interested.

"Free winter coats? Is there really such a good deal?"

"Brothers, charge! For these winter coats!"

"That old scoundrel Luo finally had a change of heart! Even if what he sent was still garbage..."

"Stop talking, it's downloading! Wait for me, class monitor! I'm coming to bring you cow dung!"

At this moment, Luo An's emotional value also broke through a key number.

[Emotional value has reached 10000 points.]

[New feature module unlocked: Memory Rewind Filter (Basic).]

[Would you like to consume 5000 emotion points to apply this filter to all currently online players?]

Luo An clicked "Yes" without hesitation.

……

Late at night.

The night in the snow-capped mountains has no stars, no moon, only boundless darkness and an endless wind.

The wind howled like ghosts, seeping in from every crevice of the ice cliff, scraping against people's faces like a dull knife cutting flesh.

The campsite was chosen at the foot of a slightly concave ice wall, which could barely block some of the wind.

But that little bit of cover was practically useless.

The temperature has dropped to an unbelievable level.

Ruan Ruan huddled at the very back of the crowd, her teeth chattering uncontrollably, making a "clucking" sound.

She is not cold.

She turned on 10% pain shielding, keeping the perceived temperature within a tolerable range.

But she was hungry.

It felt like there was a bottomless pit in her stomach, frantically devouring everything she had.

First came strength, then body temperature, and now reason.

My stomach wall was spasming, and sharp, stabbing pains came through me, which even pain shielding couldn't block.

She felt as if her internal organs were eating each other.

"I'm so hungry..."

Ruan Ruan buried her face in her knees, her voice trembling with tears.

Nobody paid any attention to her.

It's not that I don't want to pay attention, it's that I don't have the energy to.

Kuang Ge leaned against the ice wall, staring blankly into the darkness.

His stomach was also churning; the calories from the bowl of leather soup he had eaten the night before had long since been used up.

Now, all that remains is an even more overwhelming hunger.

Hawkeye closed his eyes, his brow furrowed, using willpower to fight against his body's instincts.

But the more they resisted, the clearer that hunger, as if it were devouring their soul, became.

The whole team was lifeless.

The soldiers huddled together like a flock of frozen quails.

Only the old squad leader remained sitting upright.

He leaned against the cooking pot, holding his old stove in his arms, like an unchanging sculpture.

"Go to sleep," the old squad leader soothed gently. "If you fall asleep, you won't be hungry anymore."

sleep?

How can I fall asleep?

Crazy Brother scratched his hair in frustration, feeling the fire in his stomach burn even hotter.

"Squad leader, forget about sleeping," Kuang Ge said with a wry smile. "I'm so hungry I could eat a whole cow."

"Tell me, what will we eat for our first meal after we cross this mountain and arrive at our destination?"