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

Three o'clock in the morning.

The roar of the Dadu River seemed to have faded into the distance, but the rain was pouring down harder and harder.

The fiery dragon that had been raging on the west bank of the Dadu River for half the night finally went out.

Darkness once again enveloped the Vanguard.

If the previous forced march was sustained by adrenaline and the fierce determination to "outrun the enemy in their dreams," then...

So when the torch goes out and darkness descends, all energy and spirit are completely drained away.

Physical limits make one drowsy and unsteady.

Once a person reaches this point, the so-called "hunger" and "tiredness" become secondary; the most terrifying thing is "sleepyness."

The drowsiness wasn't the usual feeling of wanting to sleep after staying up late playing games; it was more like a power outage, as if my brain was being forcibly shut down.

When darkness completely enveloped everything, my eyelids felt like they were weighed down by two weights. Even though I was desperately shouting "lift your leg!" in my head, my feet felt like they were filled with lead.

"Thump."

A muffled thud came from the front of the line.

Then comes the second tone.

There were no screams, no gasps of alarm.

Some people were walking along when they suddenly collapsed into the mud and water, some even slamming their faces into puddles without waking up.

In the end, it was his comrades behind him who managed to pull him up.

At this moment, Kuang Ge felt his consciousness was leaving home.

His vision began to blur, and the rain curtain in front of him turned into bizarre and colorful blocks.

He saw Eagle Eye emerge from the double image ahead, and together with the old squad leader, they multiplied from one to two, and from two to four.

But at least they're still on their way.

Still walking.

"Ruan Ruan... Ruan Ruan..."

Kuang Ge struggled and murmured, turning his head with difficulty.

By the occasional flash of lightning across the sky, he saw Ruan Ruan with her eyes closed, mechanically swinging her arms.

Her soft feet were still walking, but she was clearly asleep. She was like a puppet on strings, swaying and drifting towards the cliff by the roadside.

"Hold……"

Kuang Ge tried to reach out and pull him up, but his hand went limp halfway up.

Just then, a low growl came from ahead.

"Stop!"

It was the company commander's voice.

The company commander had been shouting all night and his voice was hoarse.

But this low growl caused the rusty chain-like team to come to a sudden halt.

"Untie your legs! Untie your legs!"

"Everything's here! Untie your legs!"

The orders were passed down one after another.

It took Kuang Ge a couple of slow, deliberate steps for him to realize what was going to happen.

In this pitch-black place, with cliffs on the left and precipices on the right, these soldiers, who could fall asleep while walking, would have fallen halfway down before dawn if they weren't linked together.

"untie……"

Kuang Ge squatted down, his fingers stiff as carrots.

He struggled to untie the leg bindings that were already soaked in mud and had become incredibly heavy.

Hawkeye, who was next to him, was faster and had already taken it off.

The three leg wraps, along with the old squad leader's, were tied together.

"Tie it tighter."

The old squad leader's voice rang out in the darkness, sounding somewhat ethereal.

"Don't lose your dad."

Kuang Ge was taken aback, then grinned with his chapped lips.

The old squad leader must be sleepy and confused. He's not even home yet, and he's already trying to take advantage of people.

Hawkeye led the way, serving as the eyes of the elite squad.

The old squad leader was caught in the middle.

His right hand was still hanging around his neck, secured with a branch.

To prevent the old squad leader from falling or straying off course, Kuang Ge specially tied one end of his leg wrap tightly to the old squad leader's belt and the other end to his own wrist.

Ruan Ruan followed behind Kuang Ge.

One rope, four lives.

Not only them, but the entire vanguard regiment was doing the same thing.

In the darkness, rustling sounds filled the air.

Thousands of leg wraps were connected to form the longest and most resilient lifeline in the world.

"Walk!"

The line began to move again.

This time, with the rope holding them together, the fear of them falling apart at any moment dissipated considerably.

mechanical.

Repeat.

Lift your leg, lower it, pull out the mud, then lift your leg again.

Crazy Brother felt his soul had floated into the air, coldly watching the body below moving like a zombie.

"Boss...extra spicy..."

Ruan Ruan suddenly muttered something behind her.

With her eyes closed, she flailed her hands wildly in the air, seemingly grabbing the straps of Kuang Ge's military backpack.

Then Ruanruan used that mud-covered, rock-hard backpack as a cushion at home.

She rubbed her face against the backpack, looking completely satisfied.

"Turn the air conditioning up...it's cold..."

Kuang Ge's lips twitched as he listened.

He wanted to laugh, but before the word "laugh" could reach his facial nerves, it was interrupted by a sharp hunger.

In a daze, Brother Kuang seemed to smell the aroma of meat.

It smells just like a sizzling, oily roasted lamb leg, sprinkled with cumin—it's so delicious!

Crazy Brother raised the gun, opened his mouth, and bit down hard on the wooden stock.

"collapse!"

The sharp pain of his front teeth hitting the hardwood jolted Crazy Brother awake, and philosophical questions popped into his head—Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

"Eat, eat, all you ever do is eat."

The old squad leader in front suddenly spoke up.

He didn't turn around, nor did he stop walking; his voice was gentle and kind.

"You little brat...wash your feet before you get on the bed..."

"That basin of water... I saved it for you..."

Upon hearing this, Kuang Ge, who had barely regained his senses, suddenly felt a surge of emotion.

Is the old squad leader... dreaming about home?

Or do you treat these soldiers like your own children?

"Squad leader, I'm going to wash..." Crazy Bro mumbled in response, "to make sure I'm spotless..."

"Mmm...be good..."

The old squad leader's head bobbed up and down, like an old farmer taking a nap.

But as soon as the rope around his waist tightens, his foot will reflexively take a step forward.

Even in his dreams, the old squad leader still remembered their mission.

Even in their dreams, their goal remained northward, northward, towards that place called Luding Bridge!

The chat room was unusually quiet at that moment.

The previous excitement and jokes are gone.

The screen was filled with "..." and the occasional "tears welling up".

The audience watched the string of soldiers on the screen, who looked like marionettes.

They had their eyes closed.

They are dreaming.

Some people dreamed of braised pork, some dreamed of air-conditioned rooms, and some dreamed of heated kang beds.

But their feet never stopped.

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Hmm, I almost fell asleep while writing this chapter... My soul is flying, and I'm chasing after it. Goodnight.

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