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

As the morning drew closer to six, my mind grew increasingly foggy.

"We've arrived... but not yet..."

Crazy Brother muttered to himself with his mouth open, but no one answered him.

He has no idea how he got to where he is now.

Even Hawkeye, who is known for his endurance, stopped leading the way and gave no further reply.

Leading the way were the other soldiers of the elite squad, who now looked like a group of walking corpses.

Their uniforms were so worn that their original color was no longer discernible; they were tattered and swayed with each step.

Only the old squad leader's figure remained, his back growing straighter with each step.

Sudden.

The old squad leader stopped in his tracks.

The sudden stop caused the madman behind him to crash headfirst into the old squad leader's back.

"Wha...what's wrong?"

Kuang Ge laboriously peeked out from behind the old squad leader.

The fog has dissipated.

Less than two hundred meters ahead, a huge black shadow stretched across the banks of the Dadu River.

That was a bridge.

Several thick iron chains lay across the river, resembling a giant skeleton.

On this side of the bridge, several dilapidated houses are scattered about, forming the western bridgehead of Luding City.

More importantly, the enemy positions at the bridgehead were very quiet.

There were no gunshots, no sentries, only wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys where people were cooking early in the morning.

"arrive……"

The old squad leader spoke as if he had two mouthfuls of sand in his mouth.

But those two words immediately jolted everyone awake.

"We're here? We're really here?"

Ruan Ruan, who was standing next to Kuang Ge, had her eyes half-closed, but when she heard those two words, her eyes widened suddenly.

She saw the bridge.

I saw the place name that had been etched into my mind like a curse for the past two days and two nights—Luding Bridge.

"We're here! We've arrived!"

Just as Ruan Ruan was about to cheer and jump weakly, she heard a "thump, thump" sound beside her.

A veteran from the elite squad, who was walking to the left of the madman, suddenly fell sideways into the muddy water while he was taking a step.

Then came the dozens of soldiers from the elite detachment. After seeing the Luding Bridge, a relieved smile appeared on their lips, and they collapsed to the ground, limp and weak.

Some were even kneeling with their heads on the ground, and the guns on their backs hadn't slipped off.

"Hey bro! Don't fall asleep!"

Crazy Brother panicked and scrambled towards the soldier who had been running alongside him.

This soldier was a tall man, carrying two large swords on his back, and he shielded Brother Kuang from the wind several times along the way.

"Get up! Breakfast is ready! We're here!"

Kuang Ge reached out and grabbed the soldier's arm; it was icy cold to the touch.

That kind of coolness wasn't the coolness of rain; it was the coolness of life after all vitality had been completely drained away.

Crazy Brother's hand froze.

He shook the tall soldier's head forcefully, and the soldier's head swayed weakly with his movement, his eyes half-open, the distant reflection of the Luding Bridge still visible in his hazy pupils.

But he will never blink again.

"Ruan Ruan! Ruan Ruan!" Crazy Brother turned around in the mud and shouted in a sobbing voice, "Come and see! What happened to him!"

Ruan Ruan had already pounced on her.

She knelt in the mud, her hands trembling as she reached for the carotid artery of another fallen soldier, then his pupils, and finally his heart.

There is no pulse.

He is not breathing.

Ruan Ruan's face turned pale, but she refused to believe it and climbed down to the next one.

still none.

"How is that possible..."

She slumped to the ground, her hands covered in mud and water, tears welling up in her eyes.

"They were just running...they were just shouting slogans..."

"He's dead."

Hawkeye finally spoke, his fingers trembling violently as he regained consciousness.

"Run, run yourself to death."

Hawkeye looked down at his fallen comrades, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"That energy has dissipated."

They marched 280 li (approximately 140 kilometers) for a day and a night without rest in the harsh environment along the Dadu River.

What sustains their bodies is no longer glycogen or muscle strength, but the sheer willpower to "get there."

Now that the goal is in sight, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Thus, arrival is death.

They arrived, and then collapsed.

……

In the real world, the Suzaku Military Region.

Those newly recruited soldiers who were initially defiant were now completely silent.

They really hadn't expected that they would "run" through those 240 miles in this way.

Indeed, no one in the Red Legion fell behind.

Because those who should have fallen behind "fell behind" at the finish line.

"This is too much..." A young major opened his mouth, but his voice choked.

"That's not scientific," Xuan Niao chimed in.

He turned around and glanced at the group of officers behind him who had previously expressed reservations about the "willpower training."

"Don't ask me again why we need to train in this game."

"Stop talking to me about scientific parameters and human limits."

Xuan Niao pointed at the screen, his voice suddenly rising.

"Look at them, that's willpower!"

"This is the willpower that allows the soul to keep pushing the bones forward even after the body has died!"

"They didn't die at the finish line; they risked their lives to reach it!"

The chat room exploded at that moment.

"I thought the saying 'Even if you die, die on the road' was an exaggeration..."

"So...it's realistic?"

……

Inside the instance, a sense of sadness was spreading.

A loud shout shattered everyone's despair.

"Oh, soul, weep!"

The old squad leader grabbed the tearful Kuang Ge by the collar and lifted him up from the ground.

"Look at you! Hold your pee back!"

The old squad leader's eyes were bloodshot, and the wound at the corner of his eye had reopened, but at that moment he looked like a furious lion.

"Are they dead?"

The old squad leader pointed at the fallen soldiers on the ground and roared like thunder.

"Yes! The person is collapsed! And they're no longer breathing!"

"But their souls have arrived!"

"They entrusted their lives to us!"

The old squad leader suddenly turned around and pointed sharply with his left hand at the west bank of the Luding Bridge right in front of him.

"Where is that?"

"That's the Luding Bridge!"

"That's the lifeline for tens of thousands of troops!"

"That was time we fought for two days and two nights, running until our legs broke and we almost died, just to get it back!"

The old squad leader shoved Crazy Brother aside, drew the gun from his waist, and used his teeth to bite open the bolt head.

"The enemy is still sleeping!"

"Those enemies who think we're fools and can't escape are still dreaming in bed!"

"Take this bridgehead down before they wake up!"

"Only by winning this can we do justice to the brothers who fell at the finish line!"

These words instantly sobered everyone up.

Kuang Ge trembled; now was not the time to cry.

Because every second was bought with the lives of our comrades.

If we don't seize the west bank now, and wait until the enemy wakes up and sets up machine guns, then these brothers will have died in vain!

"Hold!"

Kuang Ge wiped his face, shaking off the tears and mud.

He picked up his submachine gun, and the sadness in his eyes instantly transformed into a fierce killing intent.

"Hawkeye! Softie!"

"exist!"

Hawkeye had already set up his gun, and Ruan Ruan pulled out a small pistol from somewhere.

Although his hand holding the gun was still trembling, his eyes had changed.

"Follow me!" the old squad leader ordered directly.

For them, the greatest mercy at this moment is to use victory to commemorate the dead!

……

West Bank Bridgehead.

Several civilian houses were requisitioned and turned into temporary barracks, where the enemy sentries had long since huddled in the corners and fallen asleep.

After all, who would have thought that someone could run 240 miles in one night in this awful weather?

That's impossible!

Until a black gun barrel was pressed against the sentry's forehead.

"Next life, be more careful," Hawkeye said softly.

"puff."

The rifle, wrapped in rags, trembled slightly.

The sentry fell silent forever in his sleep.

Immediately afterwards, Crazy Brother kicked open the door of the largest barracks.

Inside the room, dozens of enemy soldiers lay sprawled out.

Loud snoring filled the air, along with the stench of smoke and feet.

As Kuang Ge looked at the enemies sleeping like dead pigs, the image that flashed through his mind was that tall guy who had just collapsed in the mud.

An uncontrollable surge of violence welled up in my heart.

"Get up! Grandchildren!"

With a roar, Madman unleashed a burst of flames from his submachine gun.

"Da da da da da da—!"

In the cramped room, bullets flew like a storm of metal.

The enemy troops, who were still dreaming, were instantly riddled with bullets.

Someone woke up and tried to reach for the gun, but before they could even touch the handle, Madman swept their wrist off with a burst of bullets.

"ah--!"

A scream suddenly rang out, shattering the morning tranquility of Luding Bridge.

But the scream was too short.

Because the elite squads, elite companies, and vanguard battalions have already rushed in and are wreaking havoc.

They meant what they said: to kill their enemies in their dreams!

Just ten minutes later, the gunfire at the west bank bridgehead stopped.

The barracks reeked of gunpowder and blood.

Most of the enemy troops stationed there were annihilated, and the rest were cornered against the wall, trembling with fear, their hands covering their heads.

They looked at the group of "savages" covered in mud, with bloodshot eyes, as if they had crawled out of hell, their eyes filled with fear.

"A captured enemy platoon leader asked, trembling."

"Are you... are you human or ghosts?"

Crazy Brother walked over and kicked him to the ground.

He pulled a half-smoked pack of cigarettes and half a half-eaten steamed bun from the platoon leader's pocket.

Kuang Ge picked up the steamed bun and took a big bite.

Dry and hard.

But it smells really good.

He chewed on the steamed bun, swallowing it down with the taste of blood in his mouth, and then looked coldly at the prisoner.

"It's a ghost."

Kuang Ge grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

"They are vengeful ghosts who have come to claim your lives!"

Just then, Hawkeye's shout came from outside the door.

"Class monitor!"

"The West Bank has been cleared! But..."

The old squad leader led Kuang Ge and the others out of the barracks and onto the riverbank.

By this time, the fog had completely dissipated.

Thirteen dark, wrist-thick iron chains spanned the roaring Dadu River.

The bridge planks are almost gone; they were probably removed by the enemy.

All that remained were bare iron chains, swaying gently in the river breeze.

Looking down, you see the muddy yellow river water churning like boiling water; if you fall in, you won't even make a ripple.

On the opposite bank, sandbag fortifications were piled up like small mountains.

Even more critically, the enemy on the opposite bank was clearly awakened by the gunfire from the west bank.

"Beep—beep beep—"

The piercing sound of bugles echoed on the east bank, and the opposite bank began to tentatively open fire.

The bullets struck the iron chain, sending up a string of sparks and making a crisp "clanging" sound.

As Kuang Ge looked at the smooth iron chains and then at the impenetrable barrage of fire on the opposite bank, he almost dropped the half-eaten steamed bun in his mouth.

"How...how are we going to get through this?"