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

This shout was extremely abrupt, carrying a carefree and thuggish air, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Even Hawkeye and Softie, who were next to Crazy Brother, were startled.

All I could see was Brother Kuang standing on tiptoe, his face red and his neck thick, continuing to roar at the opposite bank.

"Besides using my head as a chamber pot, you also have to compensate me with a duck!"

"I was dreaming about eating last night, and you bunch of bastards ruined it!"

"The duck skin was crispy, and it was dipped in sauce!"

The more Kuang Ge shouted, the more aggrieved and angry he became.

"You just wait!"

"If there's no duck, I'll stew you too!"

Upon hearing this, the tense and tragic atmosphere was instantly diluted by this down-to-earth "foodie resentment."

Several soldiers who had been on edge and filled with a death wish couldn't help but burst out laughing when they heard "I'll stew you too."

Even the company commander, whose face was full of murderous intent, couldn't help but twitch his lips.

He glanced back at the soldier who never forgot to "compensate for the ducks" even on the battlefield, and the coldness in his eyes softened slightly.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

The old squad leader raised his intact left hand and gave Crazy Brother a hard flick on the forehead.

The blow wasn't heavy, but it made a lot of noise.

"Save your energy!"

The old squad leader had a stern face, but his bloodshot eyes were full of laughter.

"All you do is eat! All you do all day is eat!"

"Anyone who didn't know better would think our elite squad was reincarnated from the mess hall!"

Crazy Bro covered his forehead and chuckled, the despair he had felt earlier completely gone.

"Squad leader, people need food to survive."

"Besides, that bastard owes me ducks; it's a matter of principle!"

The old squad leader glared at Crazy Brother, then looked at Eagle Eye and Softie behind him, and whispered in a voice that only the elite squad could hear.

"Want some ducks?"

"If you want to be a duck, you have to become a bird first."

"Only by becoming an unreasonable bird can I...fly over these chains!"

The smile on Kuang Ge's face gradually faded. He gripped the gun tightly, looked at the insurmountable chasm that filled him with despair, and whispered.

"Squad leader, I'm not going to be a bird."

"The bird will be shot down."

"So what do you want to be?"

"I want to be the fire, the fire that burns through the past!"

……

At the Catholic Church, the leader of the Vanguard Regiment convened a meeting of cadres.

"That bastard who mocked us is still waiting to watch the show across the street."

The regimental commander tossed the binoculars into the guard's arms with a crisp sound.

"Since there are no planks, let's lay them."

"Since there's no boat, let's fly."

The regimental commander turned around abruptly, his gaze sweeping over the company commanders who were gathered in the church courtyard.

"Organize a suicide squad, twenty-two people."

"We need to crawl over under cover of fire and block up those bastards' machine gun emplacements! Lay the bridge planks across!"

……

The company commander of the Sharp Knife Company returned to the open space outside the church.

He glanced at the group of soldiers. "Did you all hear that?"

"The regiment has given a strict order: smuggling is impossible; we have no choice but to attack head-on."

"Twenty-two people need to be selected from the group."

"These twenty-two people are not going to make a name for themselves, but to die."

The company commander pointed to the roaring Dadu River behind him.

"A hundred meters along the iron chain, there are live targets everywhere."

"If you fall, you might not even find your body."

"Who's going?"

"Me!" With a loud shout, Crazy Brother took a step forward.

He didn't even think about it.

"I'm a soldier in the elite squad! That bastard still owes me a duck! I'll go!" Crazy Brother raised his head, his face full of arrogance.

The company commander glanced at Kuang Ge, nodded, and said nothing, but there was a hint of admiration in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a silent figure stepped forward, but was refused entry by the company commander.

As a sharpshooter, Hawkeye needs firepower suppression more than assault.

Then, one after another, more soldiers stepped forward.

"Company commander, I'm going too! I have no family left, no one to rely on!"

"Count me in! I'm strong, I can lift a bridge plank!"

Twenty-two people is actually quite easy to find.

This team has no shortage of people who are not afraid of death.

The veteran squad leader couldn't contain himself either. He picked up a machete from who-knows-where and stood in the assault team's ranks without even looking at the company commander.

"Twenty-two, count me in!"

Kuang Ge was just about to tighten his belt when he heard this, and his hand trembled, almost causing the button to pop off.

He and Hawkeye exchanged a glance, both seeing the horror in each other's eyes.

Anyone can go at this time, except for the old squad leader!

Did people climb those iron chains?

You have to use both your hands and feet, or even move around by hanging on it like a sloth!

The old squad leader has a crippled hand; wouldn't going up there just be like delivering vegetables to the Dadu River?

"Go back." The company commander's voice turned cold.

He didn't even look directly at the old squad leader, but only glanced at the white bandage on the old squad leader's chest that was covered in mud and bloodstains.

"I'm not crippled!" the old sergeant exclaimed, "Company commander! You're underestimating me!"

The old sergeant twirled the saber with one hand, making a whooshing sound.

"My right hand isn't very good, but I still have my left!"

"With this one hand, I can still chop off those bastards' heads and use them as chamber pots!"

"I'm experienced! I can lead the way when hiking, and I can even climb a suspension bridge!"

"I told you to go back!" Upon hearing this, the company commander turned around abruptly, grabbed the old sergeant by the collar, and dragged him in front of him.

"Look at your hand! That girl Ruan Ruan risked her life to save it for you!"

"You're going to climb the iron chain? Do you think you can even hold on with that hand?! Huh?!"

The company commander shouted loudly, but his voice trembled slightly.

"It's alright if you fall!"

"If you get stuck between the iron chains and block the way for the brothers behind you, you're a sinner! A sinner who will cause the deaths of tens of thousands of soldiers!"

That sentence is too heavy.

It was as heavy as a mountain, and it crashed directly onto the old squad leader's spine.

The old squad leader's body, which had been struggling, instantly stiffened.

He opened his mouth, and his face, which had just been flushed with excitement, turned deathly pale in an instant.

Yes, he might risk his life, but he can't block the way.

On this narrow iron chain, any mistake could ruin the rhythm of the entire assault team.

The old sergeant's hand loosened its grip, and the saber fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Class monitor..."

Ruan Ruan stood at the back of the crowd, covering her mouth; she knew this feeling all too well.

For a soldier, the greatest cruelty is not dying in battle, but being told – you are no longer useful, don't cause trouble.

But then, the company commander's voice suddenly became very soft.

"Pick it up."

The company commander loosened the old sergeant's collar, bent down, and picked up the saber that had fallen to the ground.

He grabbed the old squad leader's left hand and put the heavy knife back into it.

"Who said you were going to rest?"