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

Amidst shouts of battle, the veteran squad leader was the first to leap up.

That body, which was originally hunched over and even looked somewhat broken due to its right arm being suspended, suddenly unleashed a terrifying jumping power.

The enemy machine gunner's heart skipped a beat.

It was as if I could see a monster covered in gray-black mud, its features indistinguishable.

The monster could only move one hand.

But his left hand, gripping a broad-backed, thin-bladed sword in reverse, used the momentum of his charge to draw a pale, semi-circular line in the air.

"puff."

A jet of blood spurted from the machine gunner's throat, and he slumped limply onto the scalding hot gun barrel.

Madman and Hawkeye followed closely behind.

"Click."

With a powerful smash of his rifle butt, Kuang Ge smashed the face of an enemy soldier who was trying to pull the bolt, and then thrust forward with a backhand.

The bayonet pierces the flesh, rotates, and is pulled out.

The movements were clean and efficient.

Hawkeye, on the other hand, is like a ghost, weaving through the chaos.

Each swing of the dagger severs the enemy's Achilles tendons or wrists, leaving the helpless enemy lying on the ground howling in pain.

Fear exploded completely among the enemy troops.

"A ghost...a mountain ghost is coming to claim my life!"

"Run!"

For this group of thugs stationed here, who usually only knew how to bully civilians and smoke opium, the scene before them was beyond their comprehension.

From the fog, mud figures emerged one by one, silent and silent, killing without firing a shot.

That silent oppressive feeling was a million times more terrifying than machine gun fire.

The old squad leader's left-handed knife was so fast that it was just a blur.

Although he had lost his right arm, his left hand remained incredibly steady, and every move he made was aimed at vital points, demonstrating extreme ruthlessness and skill.

In less than two minutes, the pass position, which had been blindly firing, completely collapsed.

The entire battalion was wiped out by a surprise attack from this small group of "mud men," without even being able to establish a proper resistance organization.

"kill!!!"

Only then did the thunderous battle cries erupt from behind.

That was the follow-up elite company, or even the main force of the vanguard regiment.

Countless figures tore through the thick fog and surged in through the gap opened by the elite squad.

The enemy has gone completely mad.

They fled in disarray, some even losing their shoes, crying and screaming as they ran down the mountain path towards Moses Village, leaving behind a scene of utter devastation.

Crazy Brother kicked a corpse aside, his eyes lighting up instantly.

Several brand-new rifles lay on the ground, far superior to the old guns they held.

Not to mention the bullet belts scattered around, which were real copper-cased bullets.

"Squad leader! This is good stuff!"

Kuang Ge bent down to pick it up.

"Snapped!"

Crazy Bro got a hard kick to the butt.

The old squad leader carried a large knife in one hand, his face covered in mud, only revealing a pair of menacing eyes.

"Pick up my ass!"

The old squad leader pointed at the still-rolling enemy figures, his voice hoarse and violent.

"That's a burden! Do you want to die on the road carrying this scrap metal?"

"There are plenty of guns at Luding Bridge!"

"Life, once lost, can never be regained!"

"Chase!"

"We must kill them before they catch their breath!"

……

Moses Noodle Village.

The once peaceful village is now in complete chaos.

At the enemy regimental headquarters stationed here, the enemy regimental commander had just picked up his teacup.

"Commander! Commander, run!"

"The Red Devil... the Red Devil is flying down!"

The routed soldiers, like a herd of frightened buffalo, paid no heed to officers and directly broke through the regimental headquarters' guards.

Then, carrying the battalion commander who was still confused about the situation, they sped eastward.

"Don't push! My concubine is still behind me!"

"Hold on! Hold on for me!"

Nobody listens to him.

When an army is defeated, it collapses like a house of cards; anyone who stops at this point is a fool.

Before the enemy headquarters could figure out what was going on, they were defeated and surrendered by their own side in a second.

Especially at this moment, the vanguard regiment charged into the village with a deafening battle cry, leaving the enemy headquarters no time to think and forcing them to flee in panic.

When the elite squad stormed into the village, all they could see were chicken feathers scattered everywhere, overturned tables and chairs, and large opium pipes strewn about.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

The sound of hurried footsteps created a whirlwind.

A few bolder villagers hid behind the door panels, peeking out cautiously through the cracks.

What they saw was not the kind of bandits who would enter a village and steal chickens and dogs as they usually did.

Instead, it was a team that was ragged, covered in mud, and whose shoes were even worn out.

But this team was too quiet.

Apart from heavy breathing and footsteps, no one spoke, no one looked around, and no one kicked down the doors of ordinary people.

They were like a gust of wind passing by, carrying a chilling aura of both killing intent and righteousness, as they swept past.

The villagers didn't dare to breathe heavily until the group had run far away.

"What...who is this deity?"

……

The pursuit continued all the way to the east end of the village.

"grass!"

Looking at the scene before him, Kuang Ge was so angry that he punched an old willow tree next to him.

The bark of the tree was smashed and cracked, and blood seeped from the back of his hand.

Right in front of them, a rushing mountain stream blocked their way.

The river was turbid and roaring, and the only wooden bridge was now just a few burning, rotten logs, hanging forlornly in mid-air.

On the opposite bank, the enemy shadows that had just escaped were looking back as they continued to desperately burrow into the deep mountains.

"Those bastards, they run faster than rabbits!"

Hawkeye was also breathing heavily, wiping the mud off his face, his expression grim.

Just one step away.

If they were given a few more minutes, none of these people would be able to escape.

The old squad leader didn't curse.

He simply put away his broadsword quietly and looked up at the sky.

It's afternoon.

The sun was already setting in the west, and the sunlight shining through the dissipating mist was somewhat dazzling on my face.

There's not much time left until the 6 AM deadline tomorrow.

"Report to the regimental headquarters."

The old squad leader turned around and said to the communications officer who had just caught up.

"The enemy blew up the bridge and fled eastward, but our troops have already taken control of Moses Village."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the commander of the vanguard regiment arrived with his guard platoon.

Looking at the still-smoking broken bridge, the regimental commander's face darkened considerably.

But he didn't waste any words and just glanced at the engineering platoon leader next to him.

"Two hours!" The commander held up two fingers.

"I want to see the bridge erected in two hours!"

"yes!"

The engineering platoon and the soldiers who arrived later immediately dispersed, some felling trees and others moving stones.

What was originally a tense pursuit battle suddenly turned into a heated repair operation.

As for the elite squad...

This is not only an obstacle, but also a rare chance to catch one's breath in this long day.

"Class monitor."

A soft voice suddenly rang out.

The old sergeant was about to help the engineering platoon move wood when he heard the sound and instinctively tried to hide.

"I'm fine, I'll go help..."

"sit down."

There are only two words to describe it: "killing intent".

Ruan Ruan walked straight up to the old squad leader, not caring whether he was a superior or an elder, and reached out to forcefully press down on the old squad leader's intact left shoulder.

"Hey...you little girl..." The old squad leader still wanted to struggle a bit more.

"I'm a medic, this is the doctor's order."