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

Hawkeye's hands are very steady.

He gripped the old rifle barrel tightly, the butt end of which was pulling on the old sergeant.

The two were about a meter apart.

This one meter was the strongest connecting rope between the two.

Then, Kuang Ge was on the left and Ruan Ruan was on the right, trying their best to shield the two people in the middle from the wind.

The "plop" sound of its feet sinking into the mud was dull, monotonous, yet surprisingly fast.

The comments in the live stream felt like a distant memory.

"Is this really the same softie who's always half an hour late to get her hair done?"

"I remember when Kuang Ge used to play games, he would curse and yell even if he lost a little health, but now it seems like Kuang is gone, and there's only Ge."

"Does anyone remember that Hawkeye and Madman didn't get along at first, since Madman stole his spotlight—"

"What nonsense are you spouting? The fans of Crazy Bro, Hawkeye, and Softie are all one family!"

"Exactly! But Kuang and the others have really changed, they've changed in a way that scares me a little, and makes me want to cry..."

This change isn't written on their faces, but etched into their very bones.

That look in their eyes, that instinctive gesture of reaching out to help their comrades, that instinct to maintain formation even under extreme conditions—it's something that can't be acted out.

Sudden.

"Gurgle—"

A loud bang.

The sound seemed particularly abrupt during the brief lull in the thunder.

It sounded like muffled thunder rolling in the clouds, or like an echo coming from some empty cave.

The old squad leader suddenly stopped in his tracks and instinctively clutched his stomach.

During a break from repairing the bridge, the old squad leader ate some sugar, but it couldn't quench his hunger.

Followed by.

"Gurgle—"

"Gurgle—"

It seems to have triggered a chain reaction.

Crazy Brother's stomach rumbled, Eagle Eye's stomach rumbled, and Soft Soft's stomach rumbled too.

The sound even drowned out the rain, blending together and echoing in the mournful wind along the Dadu River.

Especially the vanguard soldiers, who had received almost no supplies, were constantly on the move, fighting, and repairing bridges, and their stomachs were already empty.

Kuang Ge grinned and wiped the mud off his face.

"Squad leader, is lunchtime?"

"open!"

The so-called meal consisted of a small bag of uncooked brown rice for each person.

The truly convenient dry rations are all consumed during the day.

The little bit of brown rice flour that Ruanruan had ground earlier was all eaten up by the old squad leader when she helped him replenish his energy during the day.

Now, they only have raw rice, hard, brown rice, to eat.

Kuang Ge untied the dry food bag with one hand, reached his rough hand into the bag, grabbed a handful of unpolished rice, still with husks on, and fed it to the old squad leader.

Then Crazy Brother grabbed a handful himself, tilted his head back, and poured it into his mouth.

Hawkeye loosened the gun barrel, grabbed a handful, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Without hesitation, Ruan Ruan grabbed a handful of unhusked rice and stuffed it into her mouth with her hands that used to only hold wine glasses.

"Kabeng."

The sound of teeth hitting raw rice wasn't the sound of chewing food, but rather a cracking sound like teeth were about to break.

Rainwater streamed down my cheeks and into my mouth, mingling with the raw, hard, earthy taste of brown rice, exploding in my mouth.

There is no saliva.

Extreme dehydration and fatigue left their mouths as dry as a dried-out rag.

At that moment, all the soldiers in the company made a perfectly synchronized movement.

As they continued marching, they tilted their heads back, opened their mouths wide, and welcomed the cold rain.

Rainwater poured into his mouth, mixing with the chewed raw rice paste, and he forced it down.

That was the pain of a knife scraping across the esophagus.

"eat!"

"Chew it up!"

"Let's treat this rain as meat soup!"

The company commander's roar rang out at the front of the column.

Crazy Brother chewed until his cheeks bulged, blood seeping from his gums, which he swallowed along with the rainwater.

Ruanruan choked and coughed violently, but she immediately covered her mouth with her hand to prevent a single grain of rice from coming out.

That was life, the fuel to reach Luding Bridge.

Looking at these three decisive soldiers, the old sergeant sometimes couldn't even understand them; they were nothing like the clear-headed foolishness they had the day before.

but……

"Well done..."

The old squad leader chewed raw rice indistinctly, his voice hoarse.

"As expected of the soldiers I trained... not pretentious at all."

After swallowing the last mouthful of coarse rice porridge, Kuang Ge felt as if his stomach was filled with a bag of stones, causing him severe pain.

However, that initial burst of energy was significantly reduced.

He turned his head to look at the old squad leader, a slightly bandit-like smile appearing on his mud-covered face.

"Squad leader, this little bit of hardship is nothing."

Kuang Ge stuck out his tongue and licked his chapped lips. His eyes held a depth and vicissitude that even the old squad leader could see but could not understand.

"Do you know what it tastes like to chew grass roots?"

"Do you know... what it tastes like when beef skin is boiled until soft, cut into cubes, and stewed in that black pot without salt or oil?"

The old squad leader was stunned for a moment. His blindfold prevented him from seeing Kuang Ge's expression, but his nonchalant tone was chilling.

It's as if this kid has actually chewed grass roots and eaten leather belts.

"You little brat..."

The old squad leader wanted to laugh and scold him for bragging, but the words fell silent.

The live stream chat was flooded with comments like crazy.

"Brother Kuang's performance was... I give it full marks!"

"Waaah, stop talking, I'm thinking of Old Li."

"The old squad leader doesn't know yet that belt will become his only memento in the future."

"Sigh, grassroots people, belts... that's their future path, and also the path they've walked before..."

I don't know how long I chewed it.

I don't know how long I walked on this muddy mountain path.

The rain finally subsided.

Although the dark clouds still loomed overhead, as if they might collapse at any moment, the despairing rain finally withdrew its claws.

Crazy Brother wiped the water off his face and was about to say something cheeky to Hawkeye next to him to celebrate the rain stopping.

Sudden.

The old squad leader, who had been being held by Hawkeye, suddenly froze.

It's a body's instinctive stress response when faced with the threat of death.

Like a frog being stared at by a venomous snake, even its breath stops for a moment.

"stop!"

The old sergeant let out a low growl, and Hawkeye instantly released the barrel of his gun, crouching down like a cheetah, his finger on the trigger.

Ruan Ruan immediately crouched down, protecting the old squad leader behind her.

Crazy Brother picked up his gun and looked in the direction the old sergeant was looking.

It wasn't in front, nor behind, but on the other side of the river.

Across the roaring Dadu River, on the pitch-black mountain path, tiny sparks of light appeared.

In the blink of an eye, the series of flames spread rapidly, forming a fire dragon that stretched for several miles.

Thousands of torches moved swiftly across the mountainside on the opposite bank, turning half the sky there a fiery red.

"That is..." Her soft voice trembled slightly.

"Enemy reinforcements." Hawkeye frowned. "They're also on a forced march."

What's most despairing isn't the number of enemies, but their speed.

Kuang Ge stared intently at the fire dragon.

To stay hidden, they had to grope their way through the dark mud, stumbling and falling until they were bleeding.

But the enemy on the other side...

They actually dared to carry torches!

They swaggered around without any restraint.

Their marching speed was even faster than that of the vanguard regiment, which was crawling in the dark!

"These bastards..." Crazy Brother gritted his teeth and said.

"They're taking advantage of us because we're afraid to light the lamps!"

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Hehe, the iconic scene is about to begin!

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