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

Crazy Brother's movements were fluid and natural, without any formalities.

In the past, the old squad leader would chew up the best grain and feed it to them.

Now, they are the ones "forcing" this troublesome "old father" to eat.

During this brief moment, Ruan Ruan quickly pulled the stopper off the bamboo tube at her waist and held it to the old squad leader's lips.

"drink!"

The water was warm, with a slightly astringent taste of bamboo.

The old squad leader was being pushed up by Crazy Brother and being softly forced down.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his neck were bulging.

Gudong.

He forced himself to swallow the mouthful of paste mixed with dry powder.

The rough particles scraped against my esophagus, causing a burning pain.

But the heat that surged up in that instant cleared his vision, which had been somewhat blurred.

"You little brat..." the old sergeant chuckled, his voice low as he cursed, "Trying to choke me to death..."

"It's better to choke to death than to starve to death." Madman withdrew his shoulder, restored the original formation, and replied coldly.

"If you fall, I'll immediately throw away everything I have and carry you on my back!"

The old squad leader glared at Crazy Brother and then said nothing more.

But the steps he took became a little more solid.

The team continued their frantic run along the mountain path.

Hawkeye, who had been silent all along, suddenly frowned.

Because the old squad leader's straw sandals, after being soaked in mud and water and rubbed by broken stones for a day and a night, had long reached their limit.

Even in every muddy footprint left by the old sergeant, traces of blood began to seep out.

Those were the soles of straw sandals, completely worn through.

The rough straw rope not only failed to provide protection, but also dug into the flesh with every step, rubbing the soles of the feet until they were bloody and raw.

If I keep running like this, my legs will be ruined.

Hawkeye did not call a halt.

At this critical juncture, calling a halt would be a crime.

Once he stops, his breath will be released, and the old squad leader may never be able to run again.

As he ran, Hawkeye quickly took off a pair of spare straw sandals from the outside of his backpack.

He took the straw sandals in his hand, quickly straightened the straps, and tied them into a slipknot.

Then, he began to observe the terrain.

Fifty meters ahead is a downhill section.

In this type of terrain, a person's body will be propelled forward by inertia, and their steps will become more rapid.

But this also means that there will be a brief feeling of being airborne.

"Crazy Bro," Hawkeye called out in a low voice.

"Understood." Kuang Ge's response was simple and concise, emphasizing their tacit understanding.

Don't underestimate their offline practice when they're not playing the game!

Just as the team was rushing down the slope, Kuang Ge accelerated again.

He rushed to the old squad leader's side, grabbed the old squad leader's left armpit with both hands, and roared.

"That's inspiring!"

Before the old squad leader could react, he felt a lightness on the left side of his body.

At the same time, Hawkeye bent over like a cheetah hunting its prey, his whole body almost touching the ground.

Hawkeye, in an almost acrobatic manner, bent down to reach the old sergeant's foot while running at high speed!

With a flash of cold light, Eagle Eye's dagger severed the tattered old straw rope binding the old sergeant's foot.

In that instant, the pair of feet inside, covered in blisters and rotten flesh, were revealed.

Many viewers in the live stream covered their mouths, but Hawkeye's hand remained as steady as a rock.

Taking advantage of the brief moment when Kuang Ge lifted the old squad leader's body, he slipped the new straw sandals onto the old squad leader's feet like rings.

Then pull the strap hard to tighten it and tie a knot.

All the actions were completed within seconds.

"Left foot!" Hawkeye roared.

Crazy Brother switched hands and braced himself on the other side.

Same operation, same precision.

By the time he reached the bottom of the slope, Hawkeye had already stood up straight again.

Although Hawkeye staggered and almost fell because of his movement, he quickly regained his balance.

The old squad leader had already put on a brand new pair of thick straw sandals.

This coordinated set of movements, without any unnecessary actions, didn't even slow down the old squad leader's speed by the slightest.

It wasn't until he stepped onto the thick grass sole of the new shoes and felt the softness and grip from the bottom of his feet that the old sergeant paused for a moment.

He looked down at the new shoes that smelled of fresh grass.

He glanced at the three "soldiers" running silently to the side, seemingly unconcerned.

The old squad leader's Adam's apple bobbed violently.

These two kids...

Where did you get this skill?

How did they train to perform such a coordinated change of clothes while on the move, a skill typically seen only in the most elite guard units?

And those shoes...

It's the spare that Hawkeye always keeps in the most convenient position.

The old squad leader's Adam's apple bobbed again, and his eyes became a little blurry.

The feeling of being treated as a "core that must be protected" made his heart, which was used to protecting others, extremely uncomfortable.

But he can't cry.

Tears wash away the salt.

"What a waste of money..."

The old squad leader sniffed, turned his head to the side, and cursed in a hoarse voice.

"Those shoes can still travel two miles."

The guy in front chuckled and shouted without turning his head.

"Then you should wear these shoes with the air of someone who's traveled two hundred miles!"

"If the soles of the shoes are still new when we reach Luding Bridge, I'll return them to you!"

The soldiers of the elite squad couldn't help but let out some good-natured laughter.

Looking at the three figures from behind, the old squad leader suddenly felt that the remaining two hundred miles didn't seem so difficult to endure.

He glanced at the blazing sun overhead, then lowered his head, clenched his left fist, and chuckled and cursed softly as he watched the backs of Brother Kuang and the others.

"Get out of here! You little brats!"

"When we get to Luding Bridge, I'm going to use the soles of these new shoes to give you all a good kick in the ass!"