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

Blue Star's live chat was also completely bewildered, raising the same question as Crazy Brother.

"You old scoundrel Luo, come out here! How are we supposed to get through this? Tell me how we're supposed to get through this!"

"Where's the bridge plank? Who stole it?"

"Even those parkour masters couldn't walk a tightrope under machine gun fire, could they?"

"I get it now... no wonder the dungeon is called 'The Capture of Luding Bridge'."

"I used to think 'flying' referred to a forced march, like traveling 240 li a day. Now it seems this is 'flying' in a physical sense! Unless you have wings, who can get there?"

There was absolutely no cover within a hundred meters.

Anyone who dares to climb the iron chain is a sitting duck.

Even if the machine gunner on the other side is blind, he can still sweep the people on the iron chain off by randomly firing his machine gun.

At that moment, the gunfire from the opposite bank suddenly stopped.

"Feed—!"

An extremely mocking voice came through the loudspeaker.

"Why isn't that poor bastard over there running away?"

Where did that crazy energy you guys had just shown go?

A figure wearing a yellow woolen military overcoat peeked out from behind the sandbag fortifications on the opposite bank.

He was holding a megaphone in one hand and a cigarette in the other, looking like he was watching a monkey show.

"I heard you guys are like the Swift-Footed Warriors, covering 240 li in a day and a night?"

"Awesome! I admire you! I give you a big thumbs up!"

The officer's voice was full of sarcasm, and a burst of laughter immediately erupted from the positions on the opposite bank.

The laughter contained the contentment of someone who had eaten and drunk their fill, and disdain for this army of "beggars".

"But what good is running as fast as you can?"

The officer flicked his cigarette butt into the river, patted the sandbag in front of him, and pointed to the suspended iron chain.

"This is the Dadu River, not a main road!"

"You think you can run away from these thirteen iron chains? Come and get me if you dare!"

Upon hearing this, the people on the other side burst into laughter again.

This feeling of powerlessness—"I've dismantled the bridge planks, and I'm standing right here, visible but untouchable"—completely overwhelmed the previously enthusiastic and passionate Crazy Brother as he charged into the West Bank.

"Fuck your grandpa!" Crazy Brother picked up his submachine gun and was about to pull the trigger.

"Don't move." The old sergeant firmly pressed down on the barrel of Crazy Brother's gun.

"It's too far." The old squad leader looked at the opposite bank, his voice hoarse.

"This piece of junk gun, it's just a waste of bullets, all it does is make a sound."

"So we're just going to let him curse like that?" Madman trembled with rage. "That bastard deserves a beating!"

Before Kuang Ge could finish speaking, the loudspeaker on the other side of the river blared again.

The officer seemed to think that just making jokes wasn't enough, so he started trying different ways to manipulate the officer's mentality.

"Hey! You over there! I need to talk to you about something!"

"If you really have that ability, you can fly over these chains..." The officer paused for a moment.

"I'll surrender my gun, kowtow three times to every one of you who flies over here, and call you 'Grandpa' three times. How about that? Is it a good deal?"

"Hahaha! I'm afraid you won't be lucky enough to be my grandfather!"

On the west bank.

The soldiers of the elite detachment gritted their teeth.

Some of the young soldiers were so angry that tears welled up in their eyes. They gripped their broadswords tightly, wishing they could sprout wings and fly over to kill that bastard right now.

Just then, the company commander of the elite detachment stepped out from the crowd.

He walked slowly, his steps heavy.

The company commander's straw sandals were worn out long ago, and the soles of his feet were covered with blisters and cuts, leaving a faint bloodstain on the ground with every step.

But he walked to the bridgehead.

They reached the most conspicuous, most dangerous, and most visible spot on the other side of the river.

"Company Commander!"

Hawkeye instinctively wanted to rush over and pull him away.

There was no cover at that position; if the enemy fired a shot, the company commander would be dead for sure.

"Get out of here!"

The company commander didn't even turn his head, and shoved away Hawkeye's outstretched hand.

He stood in front of the bare iron chain and pulled out half a confiscated cigarette from the pocket of his stained shirt.

The company commander struck a match.

"laugh--"

The flames flickered in the river breeze, yet stubbornly refused to go out.

The company commander tilted his head, lit the half-smoked cigarette, and took a deep drag.

The acrid smoke swirled in his lungs, then, accompanied by a breath of stale air, he slowly exhaled it into the rolling Dadu River.

At that moment, it seemed as if only he and the bridge remained in the world.

No shots were fired from the other side.

The officer with the megaphone was also taken aback, seemingly not expecting that this "poor" superior would have the leisure to smoke at a time like this.

The company commander took two puffs, threw the cigarette butt into the mud at his feet, and crushed it out with his blood-soaked foot.

Then, he raised his head and, facing the opposite bank, let out the wildest roar on the banks of the Dadu River.

Its voice was hoarse like a broken gong, yet it penetrated the heart more deeply than the loudspeaker across the street.

"Feed—!!!"

That shout released all the pent-up frustration from before.

"Hey you bastard over there! Put your piece of junk away!"

The company commander stretched out a finger and pointed it at the officer's nose on the other side of the river, as if he were pointing it at a dog waiting to be slaughtered.

"I don't want your piece of junk!"

"I don't care about your three kowtows!"

The company commander's voice suddenly rose, becoming like thunder.

"What I want is this bridge to heaven!"

"You better wash your neck clean and wait!"

"When I fly over here, I'll definitely twist your head off—and use it as a chamber pot!"

The last three words echoed for a long time in the canyon.

A kind of unreasonable, ruthless, and fearless bandit-like arrogance roared, sending chills down the spines of tens of millions of viewers in the Blue Star live broadcast room.

"Holy crap! That's my company commander! He's amazing!"

"We want not only the bridge, but also your life! And we'll use your head as a chamber pot!"

"Who just said it was impossible to take? With this spirit, we must take this bridge!"

The soldiers of the elite detachment, whose heads had been hanging low, suddenly raised them at the sound of the roar.

The weight on his heart shattered, and a ruthless, man-eating ferocity emerged.

Kuang Ge stood not far behind the company commander, listening with fervor that made his blood boil; he felt every pore on his body explode.

This is what you call the Red Legion!

That's what a real man is!

As Kuang Ge looked at the officer on the other side who was clearly stunned by the scolding, the unfinished dream from last night suddenly flashed through his mind.

That damned "roast duck dream" that was trampled underfoot by Tie Zhu.

The resentment of not getting to eat meat, combined with the humiliation he had just suffered, instantly created a chemical reaction in Kuang Ge's mind.

He couldn't take it any longer.

Kuang Ge cupped his two large hands around his mouth, making a makeshift megaphone.

Then, with all his might, he followed the company commander's last words and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Feed—!!!"

"You little brat with the megaphone! Listen up!"