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

Ruanruan didn't give the old squad leader a chance to argue.

She used all her strength to forcefully press the old squad leader down onto a blue stone by the roadside.

It wasn't until he sat down that the old squad leader realized his calves were shaking violently.

The feeling of exhaustion that comes with the loss of adrenaline then surges up.

Ruan Ruan squatted down and quickly untied the bandage on the old squad leader's chest to check it. Only after confirming that it was secure and not loose did she breathe a sigh of relief.

But when she looked up and saw the old squad leader's face, her heart clenched.

The old squad leader's lips were no longer just dry and cracked; they had turned a chilling bluish-purple.

His chest heaved violently, and each breath even sounded like a whistle.

Typical symptoms of hypoxia and exhaustion.

Ruan Ruan bit her lower lip and turned around to rummage through the package of spoils she had captured.

Soon, she had a small paper packet in her hand.

That was white sugar seized from the enemy's headquarters. For soldiers of that era, it was a first-aid medicine more precious than gold.

Open your mouth.

Two words again.

The old squad leader gave a wry smile.

Looking at the elite squad soldiers around him, who were exhausted and lying on the ground but were secretly glancing in his direction, he felt a little embarrassed.

Ruan Ruan understood the old squad leader's concerns, and while opening the paper package, she glared at him.

"Squad leader, is your life more important, or your pride?"

After Ruan Ruan finished speaking, she poured a large mouthful of white sugar into her palm and, without saying a word, handed it to the old squad leader's lips.

"Hold it in your mouth, don't chew, swallow slowly."

The old squad leader hesitated for a moment when he heard the soft question.

Since he put on bandages, what does face matter anymore?

He looked at the small, trembling hands in front of him, which had been carefully washed clean, and his nose couldn't help but tingle.

Then he opened his mouth and let the warm palm touch his chapped lips.

sweet.

Very sweet.

The previously somewhat dark vision suddenly became clearer.

"Close your eyes and go to sleep."

Ruan Ruan stood up and stood in front of the old squad leader like a gatekeeper, then made a hand gesture to Kuang Ge and Eagle Eye.

"No one is allowed to disturb him until the bridge is repaired."

"Whoever makes a sound, I'll stab them."

Ruan Ruan shook a silver needle that she had somehow produced.

Crazy Brother and Eagle Eye exchanged a glance, looking at the old squad leader who was soon snoring softly on the bluestone by the roadside.

Then I looked at the soft, fluffy girl who was bristling like a mother hen protecting her chicks.

The two men grinned, silently retreated three meters away, and, holding their guns, became the second line of guards.

Being a special task force has its hardships, but it also has its advantages.

At least for now, the vanguard regiment allows them to catch their breath in order to maintain their best combat effectiveness.

……

"Squad leader, wake up."

An hour later, Ruan Ruan woke up the old squad leader from his brief slumber.

The old squad leader suddenly opened his eyes, and his left hand almost instinctively reached for the broadsword at his side.

Only after seeing that the person in front of him was Ruan Ruan with a concerned expression did the old squad leader's terrifying murderous aura slowly dissipate.

"Is the bridge open?"

The old squad leader's voice couldn't hide his exhaustion.

He braced himself with one hand, trying to stand up.

At this moment, Kuang Ge stepped over and handed over half of a thick tree branch that he had found from somewhere. One end was neatly trimmed, making it a handy walking stick.

"It's through. The engineers worked themselves to the bone and managed to get it up in less than two hours using just a few pieces of burning wood."

Kuang Ge's voice was a little strained as he looked up at the sky.

The sun had already set below the mountain peaks, leaving only a pale, dark red stain on the horizon.

It's dusk.

"Walk!"

The old squad leader didn't mince words. He took the branch, tucked it under his left arm, and slammed it hard onto the ground.

His body swayed slightly, but he quickly regained his balance.

The elite squad doesn't need mobilization.

The group of soldiers, who had been lying haphazardly by the bluestone for over an hour, were like a pack of wolves that had smelled blood. They silently got up, lined up, and followed the old squad leader in silence.

The so-called "bridge" was actually just a few main beams charred black by fire, covered with some door panels and tree branches.

Below, the river roared and surged, its waves crashing against the logs, making the soles of my feet go numb.

The procession crossed the bridge at an extremely fast pace.

No one looked down; everyone's eyes were fixed on the backs of their comrades in front of them.

After crossing the river, the vanguard group began to pick up speed.

They were still more than 110 li away from Luding Bridge, and time was of the essence.

Not long after the vanguard crossed the river, the weather suddenly began to "cooperate".

"Boom!"

A muffled clap of thunder exploded overhead.

The valley, which had been sweltering all day, finally shed its last pretense.

The rain, which had been pent up all afternoon, poured down like a celestial river, pelting down on us.

If the rain during the day was an obstacle, then this rain at night was a disaster.

A black curtain of rain instantly descended upon the world.

The mountain path, which was still faintly discernible, instantly turned into a slippery, murky mud pit.

"Is everything alright?!"

Kuang Ge wiped the rain off his face and shouted at the top of his lungs.

The rain was too loud, the thunder was too loud; you couldn't hear it unless you shouted.

"fine!"

Hawkeye responded from behind, but his voice sounded somewhat unsteady.

The team had barely gone two miles out of the village when their speed was forced to slow down.

It's too slippery.

With each step, Kuang Ge gripped the soles of his straw sandals tightly with his toes, then used the soles to dig into the muddy ground.

If you're not careful, you could slip into the dark ditch next to you.

The old sergeant at the front, a veteran who could run like the wind even with a broken hand during the day, was now moving unusually slowly.

He leaned on the tree branch with his left hand, taking a step forward before daring to put his foot down.

"The class monitor?"

Eagle Eyes, which had been fixed on the old squad leader, suddenly remembered something.

He rushed forward, but before he got close, he saw the old squad leader staring wide-eyed amidst the lightning and thunder, his eyes bloodshot.

The focal length is much better than when it was in the snow-capped mountains and grasslands, but it's only much better.

"It's okay... the road was slippery..."

The old squad leader sensed someone beside him and instinctively tried to push them away, but stubbornly retorted.

But his hand missed its mark.

The next second, a warm and strong hand grabbed his belt.

Hawkeye didn't speak, nor did he expose the old squad leader's "lie".

He simply took the branch from the old squad leader's hand and threw it away.

Then he tucked the butt of the rifle into the old sergeant's left hand, while holding the barrel in his own hand.

"I'll pull you along," Hawkeye said coldly. "I'm a scout, this is my job."

The old sergeant gripped the slippery gunstock and froze for a moment.

In the darkness, he seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he gripped the gunstock tightly with his left hand.

"Walk."

There is only one word.