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

At midnight, the roar of the Dadu River was even more violent than during the day.

The two fiery dragons raced side by side, drinking and chatting, even competing to see who could run faster.

Sudden.

"Whoa—"

A cacophony of shouts and noises came from the opposite bank.

The fire dragon, which had been moving rapidly, suddenly slowed down visibly.

The flames began to grow denser on a certain riverbank, no longer forming a long line.

"It's stopped?"

Hawkeye and the others were filled with doubt and surprise.

In the ranks, many soldiers instinctively slowed their pace.

Their bodies were already at their limit, but seeing their competitors on the other side stop, their tense nerves couldn't help but relax.

"Who told you to be so slow!"

The old squad leader glanced back and let out a low growl that snapped everyone back to reality.

But he slowed down, and even stopped.

Crazy Bro almost bumped headfirst into the old squad leader's back.

"Class monitor?" Kuang Ge asked, puzzled.

The old squad leader told them not to slow down, but he himself slowed down. What did that mean?

At that moment, that familiar loud voice from the other side of the river started shouting again.

"Feed—!"

"Brothers on the other side! Don't run away!"

The sound was particularly pleasant, and you could even hear the crisp sound of someone tapping an enamel mug nearby.

"It's the middle of the night, and the roads are in such bad condition, those poor bastards definitely can't keep up!"

"We've been running all day; even someone as tough as iron needs a break, right?"

"Let's take a break! Let's get cooking!"

"Let's wait... let's go catch them when it's light!"

Kuang Ge and the others were somewhat dumbfounded, or rather, incredulous.

Does this mean the people on the other side are getting ready to leave work on time, eat, and sleep?

Is that a beaver?

That beaver!

In the firelight, Madman and Hawkeye exchanged a glance, both seeing the absurdity in each other's eyes.

They were clearly out fighting, but the enemy troops on the other side of the river supporting the Luding Bridge seemed to be on vacation.

The veteran squad leader, who had already taken his position, slowly turned around and faced the Dadu River.

On that mud-covered face, a hint of almost fawning, yet also a deep sense of terror, was squeezed out.

He took a deep breath, as if trying to squeeze out the last bit of strength from his lungs.

"I dare not stop—!"

That shout was tinged with sobs and weariness, but it lacked any murderous intent.

It's like a terrified veteran who only wants to save his own life.

"Sir! You have more men, more guns, and you even have vehicles to ride in!"

"We were scattered! We're like a bunch of souls! We're afraid those redheads will come after us and bite our butts!"

"Those people are ruthless; if they catch you, they'll skin you alive!"

The people on the other side remained silent for a few seconds, speechless at the old sergeant's desperate attempt to escape.

After a while, a burst of laughter erupted from the other side of the river.

The laughter was filled with sympathy, but even more so with a sense of superiority.

"Hahaha! Coward!"

"Alright, alright! You bunch of unlucky bastards, keep running!"

"Brothers, have a hot meal, then take a couple of puffs of opium to perk yourselves up! We'll collect your corpses after you wake up!"

With the laughter, the firelight on the opposite bank came to a complete halt.

You can even vaguely see people setting up tents and cooking pots.

As the wind shifted, a whiff of smoke from a fire, mixed with the salty aroma of cooked cured meat, seemed to drift over.

"Gurgle—"

Crazy Brother's stomach let out a disapproving growl.

After running for nearly twenty hours, I really couldn't take it anymore.

Of the player teams still exploring the area, only Kuang Ge and his group are still able to persevere.

Kuang Ge couldn't help but glance back at the opposite bank of the river.

On this damp and cold rainy night, amidst extreme exhaustion, a bowl of hot soup and a piece of cured meat are simply heaven.

The other side is absolutely despicable!

"It smells so good..."

Some soldiers nearby also subconsciously swallowed, turned around, and stared blankly at the warm firelight on the opposite bank.

Does it smell good?

The old sergeant, who had caught up, said coldly, his cowardly act from just moments ago completely gone.

The soldiers shuddered in fright, quickly averting their gazes and lowering their heads, not daring to look at their old squad leader.

The old squad leader didn't curse anyone; he just took a handful of hard, coarse rice from his pocket with his left hand, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it with a "crunch crunch" sound.

The sound was like bones shattering.

"It smells good, that's dead people's food," the old squad leader said as he chewed.

"They think we're fools."

"They believe that no one in the world can run 240 miles in a day."

"They think we're made of flesh and blood too, that we need to sleep, eat, and catch our breath."

As the old squad leader spoke, his lips suddenly parted into a grin, revealing a set of teeth that were bleeding from being rubbed by the brown rice.

That smile was ferocious, yet infinitely bold.

"Then let them decide!"

"What are we?"

Kuang Ge instinctively straightened his back. Although his legs were still trembling, his voice roared from his chest.

"sharp knife!"

"right!"

The old squad leader suddenly turned around, and in the light of the bundle of dry reeds and torches, his figure was stretched to an enormous size, as if it covered the roaring Dadu River.

"We are the spearhead!"

"Since it's a sharp dagger, it must be plunged into the enemy's heart!"

"While they're eating, while they're sleeping, while they're treating us like fools..."

The old squad leader pulled out the torch and pointed it fiercely at the pitch-black mountain path ahead.

"run!"

"Let's make these hares who think we're tortoises run themselves to death in their dreams!"

At the same time, the live stream of the three brothers suddenly switched to the other side of the river.

Tents were set up on the opposite bank, and a campfire was lit.

Enemy soldiers sat in twos and threes around the fire, drying their soaked uniforms and cooking fragrant cured meat soup.

Some people even lay on the ground covered with oilcloth, comfortably crossed their legs, and hummed off-key tunes.

"These idiots, running around in the middle of the night, they're really sick."

"Forget about them, come on, have some soup!"

The live stream then returned to the old squad leader's side, where there was no hot soup, no tent, and not even a sip of hot water.

Only those silent figures, gritting their teeth and glaring, frantically waving their arms in the mud.

They were chewing raw rice and walking on muddy ground, each step a desperate struggle.

run!

run!

run!

The old squad leader is right, they have to run the enemy to death in their dreams!

Crazy Brother was inexplicably excited and turned his head to look at the opposite bank of the river.

The firelight there faded into the distance, and the laughter there was carried away by the wind.

Hawkeye, standing to the side, chuckled self-deprecatingly; his previous analysis had been futile.

With opponents like these, even if they traveled in the dark, they couldn't possibly fall half a day behind the other side...

The screen was filled with "Chongchongchong" and maniacal laughter.

"Hilarious! The enemy has completely slept through the time difference!"

"I give the old squad leader's acting skills a perfect score! That line 'I dare not stop' made me want to laugh and cry at the same time."

"Stop talking, the Luding Bridge is just ahead, charge! When they wake up tomorrow, give them a huge, huge surprise!"