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

On one side is swift light, on the other is slow darkness.

"If it's at this speed..." Hawkeye paused for a moment.

"They might arrive at Luding Bridge half a day earlier than us."

Kuang Ge paused, his breathing becoming heavy and labored.

If we don't make it in time, it means the mission has failed.

This would mean that tens of thousands of troops would be trapped on the banks of the Dadu River, and everyone would die.

But this despair did not last long, as a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the darkness behind them.

The messenger brought an order that sent chills down everyone's spine.

"By order of the regiment commander, the entire regiment shall light torches and act as 'friendly forces' against the enemy!"

Upon hearing this, Kuang Ge suddenly looked up, stunned.

"Lighting torches? Playing the 'friendly forces'? What if this doesn't work out..."

"Enough with the nonsense!"

The old squad leader's voice suddenly rang in Kuang Ge's ears.

In the darkness, the old squad leader turned around, and a bundle of dry reeds had appeared in his left hand without him noticing.

"Take it." The old squad leader stuffed the reed into Kuang Ge's arms.

"Squad leader, this..." Kuang Ge hugged the reeds, his hands trembling slightly.

The old squad leader used his teeth to bite open the rope of another bundle of reeds, his voice deep and seasoned.

"Look across the street, isn't it bright?"

Crazy Brother paused for a moment, then said, "Light."

"That's right." The old squad leader chuckled.

"Who's on the other side? It's the Sichuan Army, a force comprised of various warlords."

"They were all unwilling to submit to each other, and their unit numbers were a complete mess."

"If we were to walk in the dark now, it would be telling them that we are the Red Legion."

"But what if we also set ourselves on fire and swaggered away..."

The old squad leader paused, a sly smile on his face.

"This is what they call... 'blind spots under the lamp'!"

"Make the empty appear real, and the real appear empty."

"As long as we dare to show our weapons, they won't dare to attack!"

The messenger nodded and told the old sergeant something. Upon hearing this, the old sergeant's smile widened.

Then, the old squad leader's roar rang out again.

"Buy torches! Pay up!"

As the troops passed through a small village, the soldiers rushed to the roadside stacks of firewood and fences to quickly trade with the villagers.

For every bundle of fence that was removed, for every handful of dry reeds that was taken away, they would leave a copper coin for the villagers.

With red eyes, Ruan Ruan helped the old squad leader tie a bundle of bamboo strips to his back.

The old squad leader could only move one hand and couldn't lift the torch.

He tied the torch to his backpack, making it look like a mobile lighthouse.

After each class had made their torches, the troupe leader gave the order.

"ignition!"

"call--"

The first flame lit up the west bank of the Dadu River.

Then the second bunch, the third bunch...

Within minutes, a fire dragon, no less impressive than the one on the opposite bank, soared into the air between the cliffs.

The firelight illuminated the soldiers' mud-covered faces, their feet that refused to stop even when worn raw, and the blood-soaked bandages on the old sergeant's chest.

"run!"

The company commander at the forefront of the spearhead company roared, and the spearhead company and the vanguard regiment began to wave torches around.

The hearts of the team members, including Crazy Brother, were pounding.

The whole team is gambling with their lives, betting that the enemy can't distinguish friend from foe.

As he ran, Kuang Ge kept his eyes fixed on the opposite bank.

If the other side fires even a single shot, it will be annihilation.

but.

The enemy on the opposite bank was clearly also bewildered by the sudden appearance and catch-up of their vanguard regiment.

The enemy troops, who had been marching at a steady pace, suddenly became disorganized.

The torches flickered, and shadowy figures moved about.

The fire dragons on both sides of the river, separated by the Dadu River, merged together.

In the middle is a roaring river, and on both sides are armies running silently, a sight that is both magnificent and absurd.

In the live stream, countless viewers covered their mouths in disbelief.

"This...this actually works?"

"They've gone mad, they've really gone mad!"

"Is this what they mean by 'putting yourself in a do-or-die situation'?"

Crazy Bro felt his adrenaline surging.

He looked at Hawkeye beside him; Hawkeye's finger never left the trigger, his eyes fixed on the opposite bank like an eagle's.

He looked at Ruan Ruan beside him. Ruan Ruan was gritting her teeth and holding a torch thicker than her arm. Even though she was running so hard her lungs felt like they were going to explode, she didn't fall behind by even a step.

And running at the very front was still the old squad leader.

The torch on his back cast a long shadow, like a flag.

Just then, a horn sounded from the opposite bank.

"Beep—beep beep—"

The bugle call was extremely sharp, piercing through the roar of the river and stabbing directly into everyone's eardrums.

Crazy Brother tensed up, and his scalp tingled instantly.

This is the contact number!

They're asking me a question!

If they hesitate even slightly, or reply to the wrong number, it will be a disaster.

"bugler!"

A roar suddenly rang out from within the vanguard regiment.

A young soldier, who was already prepared, rushed out from the ranks.

As he ran, he raised the gleaming bugle in his hand.

This bugle was found among the enemy supplies that had been captured previously.

Correspondingly, there are also enemy bugle calls captured in the past few days.

The young soldier took a deep breath and puffed out his cheeks.

"Beep—beep beep—"

The rhythm was exactly the same, the tone was exactly the same, without the slightest difference.

As the bugle call ended, the entire regiment fell silent, and everyone's ears perked up.

A few seconds later, a loud, gruff voice came from the other side of the river.

Even across the river, the doubt and wariness in the voice were clearly audible.

"Feed—!"

"That one over there! Which part is it?!"

That shout was like having a knife held to one's throat.

Kuang Ge's palms were sweaty, and he almost dropped the torch.

How should I reply?

He replied with the wrong number, and his secret was exposed.

Replying too slowly will give you away.

The tone was off, and the lie was exposed.

Just then, the old sergeant, whom the messenger had already instructed, rushed out and ran to a protruding rock closest to the riverbank.

But the old squad leader didn't stop. Instead, he ran while shouting back in a tone that was both familiar and unfamiliar to Kuang Ge.

The voice was both thuggish and weary, carrying the impatience typical of a rogue soldier.

It turned out to be the defense of Sichuan.

"It's us!"

"From the 24th Army of the Sichuan Army!"

"We were just defeated by that bunch of redheads, and we're heading back to regroup!"

The old squad leader had a loud and clear voice, sounding just like a seasoned veteran who had grown up in these mountains.

At that moment, Crazy Brother even had a kind of illusion.

The old sergeant with bandages in front of me seemed to have truly become a soldier of the old warlords that could be seen everywhere in that era.

The helplessness, the embarrassment and bad luck after being "defeated" were portrayed vividly.

The other side remained silent.

There was no reply for a long time.

Kuang Ge and the others tensed up instantly. Had they been exposed?

That's true, what kind of routed army runs that fast?

How could a routed army maintain such an orderly torch formation?

Just as the vanguard regiment was ready for battle, prepared to fight to the death.

The loud voice from the other side rang out again.

This time, the wariness in his voice disappeared, replaced by schadenfreude at encountering an unlucky colleague, and even a hint of sympathy.

"oh--!"

"Oh, so it's one of our own!"

"Then you'd better run fast! Those redheads behind us are really fierce, don't let them catch up and poke your butts raw!"

Along with these words, a burst of laughter even came from the other side of the river.

The enemy troops on the other side even whistled a few flippant whistles.

Kuang Ge, clutching the bundle of dry reeds, stared wide-eyed at the equally winding fire dragon on the opposite bank of the river, his head buzzing.

"This...this actually works?"

Even after playing countless AAA games and witnessing all sorts of complex tactical battles on Earth, Madman was completely baffled by what he was seeing.

You...you believed it just like that?

This is the enemy's main force that made the veteran squad leader feel like he was facing a formidable enemy and made the entire regiment risk their lives?

"Don't stand there!" Hawkeye elbowed Madman in the ribs, his voice low and urgent. "This is a blind spot in thinking."

"In their minds, we were like rats crossing the street at this time, and they would never dare to march with torches in such a grand manner."

"Only 'our own people' dare to walk so arrogantly."

Ruan Ruan, panting heavily, looked at the old sergeant struggling to move forward in the firelight and couldn't help but sigh.

"This is utterly deceiving people..."

The live stream room was filled with ellipses.

"To be able to think of and maintain such a calm deception under such extreme pressure—the regimental commander is awesome! The veteran sergeant is awesome!"

"But is the commander on the other side an idiot? Didn't he even bother to check the password?"

"Hey, didn't the old sergeant say that the warlords on the other side are in chaos, their unit numbers are a complete mess, nobody knows anyone, nobody submits to anyone, what's the point of investigating like this!"

"The most dangerous place is the safest place," the old squad leader said in such authentic Sichuan dialect, haha!

……

At this moment, flames on both sides of the river resembled dragons.

Separated by the raging Dadu River, the two armies, which were on absolutely opposing sides, ended up walking side by side as "companions".

They even encouraged each other.

"Hey—! Brothers on the other side!"

After running for about five or six miles, the loud-voiced man on the other side of the river couldn't stay still and started shouting across the river.

"Which regiment led your team? You're pretty fast!"

The old squad leader carried a torch that looked like a lighthouse on his back, and his straw sandals pounded deep holes in the mud.

Upon hearing the shout, he merely snorted dismissively and yelled back without turning his head.

"This is a deadly group! Run if you don't want to die!"

That was a very skillful way of speaking.

He not only answered the question, but also fit the persona of a "desperate soldier"—a frightened bird—and carried the characteristic irritability of a rogue soldier.

The other side clearly buys into this.

"Hey! That temper's got it pretty bad!" the loud-voiced man chuckled. "Fine, fine, you're just unlucky!"

"Brother, we got there by car! If the road hadn't been blocked, who would have suffered like this!"

Upon hearing the words "take a car," Kuang Ge suddenly felt a surge of hatred.

On what grounds?

Why should those soldiers who robbed the people of their grain and smoked opium be able to ride in vehicles, receive supplies, and not worry about equipment?

Meanwhile, the Red Legion, who were determined to turn this rotten world upside down, could only wear tattered straw sandals, eat raw rice, and risk their lives running through the mud.

"Shut up." Hawkeye glanced at the sulking Madman and said in a clear voice.

"Easy roads don't breed strong bones!"