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

The company commander turned around and pointed to the highest earthen slope at the west bank bridgehead.

"Do you see that?"

"I see it, the high ground." The old squad leader squinted and looked around.

"The heavy weapons will arrive at noon. I need you to keep an eye on them there." The company commander patted the old sergeant on the left shoulder.

"Once those young kids are on the ropes, their lives are no longer their own."

"If those two Maxim guns on the other side go off, they'll fall like dumplings in a pot."

The company commander leaned close to the veteran squad leader and solemnly gave him instructions.

"You have a sharp eye and plenty of experience, so keep a close eye on the enemy's firing positions."

"Wherever sparks fly, that's where you direct the machine gun fire!"

"Even if it means piling up bullets, we'll suppress that fire!"

"The soldiers you brought with you, escort them to the other side!"

"This job is harder than chopping someone up. I trust you with my skills."

The old sergeant paused for a moment, glanced at the young soldiers who were staring at them expectantly, and then at the heavy saber in his hand.

Killing people feels good, but that's just reckless courage.

Protecting others is the duty of a squad leader.

"Yes, sir!" The old squad leader stood at attention, knife in his left hand.

"Don't worry, Company Commander, as long as my eyes are open, those machine guns on the other side won't be able to keep firing!"

The company commander grinned, his smile both ferocious and smug.

"Alright, stop standing there."

"Get the hell out there and pick a spot, clear out the firing line for me!"

……

In the open space in front of the church, the company commander began to call roll.

Twenty people gradually stepped forward beside Brother Kuang.

The company commander waved his hand, and several soldiers carrying baskets ran over and unloaded a pile of equipment on the ground.

"This is the best stuff in the whole group, I've got it all for you."

The company commander squatted down, picked up a gleaming saber, and handed it to Kuang Ge.

"This knife is for close combat."

"Once we get to the other side, we'll run out of bullets, so we'll use that to chop off heads."

Kuang Ge took the knife. It was heavy, and the blade had fine, freshly ground serrations.

He stuck the knife into the straps on his back, the cold blade against his spine sending shivers down his spine.

Next came the submachine gun.

"Finally, this is it."

The company commander grabbed a bundle of grenades and, without saying a word, hung them on Kuang Ge's body.

Two rows of beads hang on the chest, one ring around the waist, and a few more are inserted into the back.

A total of twelve hand grenades.

Kuang Ge felt like he had instantly gained twenty pounds, and his footsteps made a clanging sound like metal objects hitting each other.

He looked around.

His comrades-in-arms, including platoon leaders, squad leaders, and even company commanders, were all covered in deadly weapons, just like him.

"Listen up, everyone!" The company commander stood up and scanned each person.

"It's only morning now, the heavy trucks are still on their way, they probably won't arrive until noon."

"Without cannons or heavy machine guns, this bridge is undefendable."

The company commander pointed to the haystack in the church.

"There's only one task now—sleep!"

"Anyone who dares to open their eyes, I'll kick them out of the commando team!"

"I need to sleep like a log!"

Even if the sky falls, I must not wake up!

……

Church, temporary barracks.

Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, dappling the floor.

There were no beds, only dry straw spread on the ground.

But for these men who had been soaking in the mud for a day and a night and had run 240 miles, this was paradise.

After eating a simple meal, Kuang Ge wiped his mouth, his eyes darting around, and that sly, cheeky side of him returned.

It would be so boring to just go to sleep feeling so sad and miserable.

Kuang Ge stood up and deliberately dragged his feet, limping as he approached the old squad leader.

At that moment, the old squad leader had just finished pouring water for a soldier and was about to turn around.

"Ahem!"

Kuang Ge coughed heavily twice, then plopped down on the haystack in front of the old squad leader. Without saying a word, he just wiggled his muddy buttocks toward the old squad leader.

The old squad leader was stunned and looked down at the sticking-out buttocks in front of him.

"You little rascal, do you have a sore on your butt?"

"No sores."

Kuang Ge turned his head and looked at the old squad leader with a wronged expression.

"Squad leader, have you forgotten something?"

"What's wrong?" The old squad leader looked bewildered.

"What did you say on the banks of the Dadu River?"

Kuang Ge pointed to the old squad leader's new straw sandals, which were covered in mud but were still quite sturdy.

"You said that when we got to Luding Bridge, you would use the soles of these new straw sandals to kick our butts hard."

Crazy Brother patted his butt loudly.

"We're here now, the bridge's right outside, why don't you kick it?"

"If you don't kick me, I can't sleep. I feel uneasy."

Upon hearing this, a suppressed laugh suddenly broke out in the previously somber barracks.

Several soldiers who were about to lie down sat up and looked at the old man and the young man with smiles.

The old squad leader was so angry he laughed.

Looking at Kuang Ge's smug expression, his tense face relaxed.

"You really want to get beaten up that badly?"

"That depends on who's beating me up," Crazy Bro chuckled. "I won't take a beating from anyone else, but a beating from the class monitor is a reward!"

Hawkeye, who was habitually wiping his gun, also silently stood up.

He didn't say anything, but walked to Kuang Ge's side, turned around, turned his back to the old squad leader, and bent down slightly.

The meaning is clear—I'm here to claim the reward too.

Ruan Ruan's eyes lit up when she saw it, and she wanted to come closer too.

"Hey hey hey! Me too..."

"Get out of here!" The old squad leader glared, slamming the large copper kettle on the ground. "What are you doing getting involved, little girl! Get out of here!"

Ruan Ruan shrank her neck when she was yelled at, pouted aggrievedly, but her eyes were full of laughter.

The old sergeant looked at the two soldiers who had entrusted their backs to him, one serving as his eyes in the dead of night, and the other as his crutch during forced marches.

He took a deep breath and lifted his foot.

"Snapped!"

The old squad leader kicked Crazy Brother in the butt.

The kick wasn't very strong, it was even a little light, like brushing dust off your own donkey colt.

"This kick is because you had a foul mouth, and now I have to worry about you!"

next second.

"Snapped!"

Another kick landed on Hawkeye's butt.

"That kick was because you're too calculating. From now on, you'd better be less shrewd!"

After kicking twice, the old squad leader withdrew his leg, deliberately put on a stern face, and shouted loudly.

"It's over! We're even!"

"Now that the debt is paid off, all of you get the hell out of here and go to sleep!"

"If anyone dares to nag again and can't sleep, I'll kick their partner's ass until it's bruised and battered!"

Kuang Ge took a kick, but felt as comfortable as if he had eaten a ginseng fruit.

He rubbed his backside, exchanged a glance with Hawkeye, and they both grinned.

"Alright! Time for bed!"

With a quick roll, Crazy Brother went straight back to his haystack, lay sprawled out, and casually hugged the "iron lump" all over his body to his chest.

"Squad leader, you should get some sleep too. We need to conserve our energy for command," Hawkeye said softly, then lay down as well.

The church fell silent.

Outside the window, the Dadu River was still roaring.

But inside the house, the sounds of snoring soon filled the room.

The old squad leader, however, was sitting near the door and hadn't fallen asleep yet.

He leaned against the door frame, holding the saber in his left hand, his eyes half-open, staring at the iron chain bridge spanning the river outside.

The sun rose from the eastern mountains and gradually climbed to its zenith.

The sunlight grew intense, dispelling the chill in the valley.

Meanwhile, the rugged mountain road leading to Luding Bridge was bustling with activity.

Countless soldiers, shirtless, carried mortar mounts and heavy machine gun barrels on their shoulders, their steps never faltering even when their shoulders were rubbed raw and bloody.

"Faster! Faster!"

"The brothers ahead have risked their lives, we can't let them down!"

The heavy cannon barrel bent his spine, but it couldn't crush his spirit that threatened to overturn the heavens.

Groups of people, like streams converging towards the sea, are rushing toward the same point.

Around noon.

The sun was scorching, causing the water vapor in the Dadu River to rise rapidly.

"beep--!"

A crisp and urgent assembly whistle instantly shattered the somber dream in the church.

Almost at the same instant the whistle blew, Kuang Ge suddenly opened his eyes.

"woke up?"

The old squad leader's voice rang out from the doorway.

He looked at the group of soldiers who sprang up from the ground in an instant, a cold, hard smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"I've had enough sleep and I've eaten my fill."

The old squad leader pushed open the two heavy wooden doors of the church.

Outside, the sunlight was blinding.

Several newly assembled mortars stood with their dark muzzles pointed intently at the opposite bank.

Rows of heavy machine guns had been mounted on the high ground, their golden ammunition belts gleaming bloodthirstyly in the sunlight.

Reinforcements have arrived.

All the equipment is ready.

The old squad leader turned around and yelled at Kuang Ge and the others.

"Time to get to work!"

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Hmm, I spent half an afternoon yesterday tallying it up, and I realized I owe nearly a hundred chapters and two hundred thousand words in bonus chapters for gifts. It's possible I won't be able to pay it back even by the time I finish writing the story...

So starting from this chapter, the bonus chapters for gifts will be adjusted to one chapter for every 1,000 gifts received. From now on, there will be no more bonus chapters for small or large gifts, except for the "King of Gifts" and above. Of course, I will slowly finish writing the nearly 100 bonus chapters for gifts that I owe!

If you don't mind the trouble, just enjoy it for free and support me! I'm really overwhelmed with the extra chapters for all the gifts, sob...

Then there are also the guest characters who have already appeared, all of which are posted in the comments section.

Aside from the role of the Gift King, the roles are listed in the order of "certified by the big boss" and "massage." Some roles may only be mentioned by name, while others may have more screen time. It all depends on Luo Luo's state of mind when writing. There are also many boss roles that have not been mentioned yet, because Luo Luo does not want to and will not deliberately disrupt his own rhythm to write guest roles. I hope everyone understands!

Finally, a little something happy to share: there's a very high chance this book will be published. The only question is whether the publisher will cut out any guest appearances... Also, with winter break approaching, there's been a lot more writing due to the increased demand. Thank you all for reading, supporting, and being with me!

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