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

It wasn't the sound of gunfire.

The sound was crisp and bright, like the crackling of some kind of hardwood striking each other.

Kuang Ge suddenly looked up.

At the very front of the column, the company commander, who should have been the one running the hardest and under the most pressure, had somehow broken away from the formation.

He jumped onto a tall mound by the roadside in no time.

The company commander's military cap was askew on the back of his head, and his face was covered in a mixture of black ash and mud.

But in his hand, he found two broken bamboo pieces that hadn't even been polished smooth yet.

The company commander stood on high ground, looking down at the long dragon struggling and writhing in the mud, on the verge of collapse.

He grinned, revealing two rows of large, white teeth that gleamed in the rain, and then suddenly flicked his wrist.

*Smack!*

Another crisp sound, followed by a chilling rhythm.

"Tap, tap, tap—tap tap tap!!"

The sound of bamboo clappers striking each other pierced through the rain and the heavy breathing.

Like the sound of metal and stone, it pierced through the silent and oppressive atmosphere of the team.

The company commander, with his already hoarse and broken voice, clapped bamboo clappers and shouted out a string of tunes with a strong military flavor and wildness.

"The sky is my blanket!! The earth is my bed!!"

"Slap! Slap! Slap—slap slap slap!"

The sound of bamboo clappers fell in response, each accented note hitting the exact spot.

"Two bamboo clappers—clang clang clang!!"

Its sound is wild, rustic, and direct.

To Kuang Ge's astonishment, the moment the bamboo clappers sounded, his wildly beating heart involuntarily skipped a beat in sync with the rhythm.

That's a kind of physiological resonance.

The company commander jumped around on the mound, his bamboo clappers flying up and down, even creating some fancy moves.

"No matter how high the mountain—no matter how long the road!!"

"No matter how arrogant the enemy is!!"

The sound of the bamboo clappers grew increasingly rapid and dense, like a sudden downpour that stirred one's blood.

"The soles of my feet!! As hard as steel!!"

"We're faster than wheels—running around!"

The soldiers, who were originally walking in disarray and breathing rapidly, seemed to have been frozen in place, or as if they had been wound up again.

Some people began to unconsciously step on the landing point of the bamboo plank.

One step, two steps.

Left foot, right foot.

When dozens or hundreds of feet begin to land at a common rhythm.

The originally chaotic "plop" sound turned into a deep and shocking roar.

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

That is the pulse of the earth, the heartbeat of this steel army.

Crazy Brother and Hawkeye looked at each other in shock.

They've seen it all before; the "starting from scratch" of the grassland arc still leaves them in awe.

But the company commander's ability to reunite a company on the verge of collapse with just two broken bamboo pieces is nothing short of divine skill!

Is this the art of conducting in that era?

No expensive equipment or complicated mobilization is required.

All it takes is a rhythm, a rhythm that can resonate in everyone's heart!

In the ranks, the old squad leader, who had been staggering, suddenly steadied himself the moment the sound of the bamboo clappers rang out.

He looked up at his old comrade-in-arms, who was standing on the mound like a madman.

The old squad leader's tense face suddenly relaxed.

Then, a tiny smile appeared on his lips as he muttered a curse under his breath.

"That old man... he's still so good at coming up with words."

Scolds are scolded.

The old squad leader's steps visibly became lighter.

That ingrained muscle memory was awakened.

He was no longer the one-armed man who had to maintain his balance; he had become a water molecule in this massive, rhythmic torrent.

Just follow the flow, just follow that point.

Then you won't feel tired.

Then it won't hurt.

Ruan Ruan was surprised to find that the burning sensation in her lungs, which had felt like they were about to burst, actually lessened after she adjusted her breathing to the rhythm of this.

One breath in, one breath out.

Three steps, one change.

The sound of the bamboo clappers became the company's "external pacemaker"!

The company commander's roar continued, his voice rising higher and higher, even cracking with a hint of hoarseness.

But the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

The company commander suddenly raised the bamboo board in his hand towards the sky, declaring war on the gloomy sky.

"Two hundred and forty!! That's not long!!"

"We've arrived in Luding—"

The company commander's voice paused abruptly, then erupted into a roar powerful enough to shatter the rain.

"Try! Honey! Sugar!!"

"Smack—!!!"

The final, crisp sound of the bamboo clappers struck like a thunderclap.

Perhaps it was a coincidence, or perhaps this soaring momentum truly moved the heavens.

The thick, seemingly impenetrable cloud overhead suddenly cracked open.

A beam of golden sunlight pierced through the rain and mist.

It was like a sharp sword, striking the company commander, who was standing on the mound, waving his hand, directly in the back.

It gilded his ragged, muddy, and frenzied figure with a dazzling golden edge.

Then, the sunlight spread out, illuminating the muddy mountain path.

It also illuminated the white bandage knot on the old squad leader's chest.

It further illuminated those eyes that had been somewhat dim, but now burned with a fierce fire once more.

"We'll taste the honey when we arrive in Luding!!"

I don't know who started shouting it.

Then it's the whole platoon, the whole company, and the whole regiment.

"Charge!!"

The giant dragon winding along the mountain road increased its speed at this moment instead of decreasing.

Those figures that had previously looked precarious now regained their rhythm and their steps were no longer chaotic.

They trudged through the mud and water, facing the sunlight that tore through the darkness, rushing towards the distance with an unstoppable joy and determination.

Kuang Ge wiped the rain off his face, glanced at Eagle Eye beside him, and then at Ruan Ruan behind him.

All three wore smiles that were both shocked and maniacal.

"This is... the old sergeant's company," Crazy Brother muttered to himself.

Then he stomped his foot hard, using the lingering sound of the bamboo slats as he ran after the old squad leader's retreating figure.

"Brothers! Keep up!!"

"Don't let those two bamboo planks look down on us!!"

"Even if my legs break from running, I'm going to go to Luding Bridge and see what it's like!"

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Hmm... I'm experiencing writer's block again... Trying to adjust...

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