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

The old squad leader, carrying his saber, strode towards a small earthen slope at the west end of the bridge.

The location is high up, directly facing the bridge, making it an excellent vantage point.

But that place would also be a prime target for enemy machine guns.

"Get out of the way!"

The old sergeant walked up to a mortar and frowned.

The cannon had just been set up when several young soldiers, their brows beaded with sweat, began adjusting the firing arc.

"Class...class monitor."

The young soldier looked at the old soldier, covered in mud and wielding a knife with only one arm, and instinctively stood at attention.

"From this angle, are you shooting birds?"

The old squad leader didn't hold back and went straight for the kick.

"Bang!"

He kicked the left support of the mortar.

The cannon suddenly tilted, startling the young soldier beside it. Just as he was about to cry out, he realized that the cannon's direction had changed.

Originally, the gun barrel was at a high elevation, but now, after being kicked down, the barrel was slightly lowered, and the dark tube locked onto the firing port of a hidden bunker on the left side of the bridgehead on the opposite bank.

"That bunker has a wide field of fire; it's a tough nut to crack. Lower your guns by three fingers!"

"Don't hold back on ammunition, once we start firing, pull this nail out first!"

The young soldier was stunned for a moment, then quickly lay down to take a look, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Its crosshairs were aimed precisely at that bunker!

"Yes, sir! Mission accomplished!"

The young soldier roared until his face turned red and his neck bulged, but the old sergeant turned around and continued walking up the slope.

Hawkeye remained silent, carrying his gun, and followed quietly behind the old sergeant.

He chose a spot next to the old sergeant, parted a clump of weeds, and rested his gun on the gravel.

The old sergeant squatted down, his saber resting on his knees, his injured arm, which was slinged across his chest, rising and falling slightly with his breathing.

"Soft."

The old squad leader didn't even turn his head, but shouted once.

Ruan Ruan, who had been following behind and was clutching the first aid kit tightly in her hand, suddenly stopped.

"Stop right here," the old squad leader said in a deep voice.

"There's no cover on that slope, bullets don't have eyes."

"You're a medic; your battlefield is behind the bunker."

Ruan Ruan looked at the iron chain that stretched for over a hundred meters ahead, then at the old squad leader's thin back, and nodded.

She turned and ran to the cover behind her, untied all the tourniquets and bandages from her body, and hung them where she could easily reach them.

Her eyes were fixed on the direction of the madman.

Or rather, the direction of the assault team.

……

3:50 PM.

The assault team, consisting of twenty-two men, assembled on a gravelly beach at the bridgehead.

Apart from Crazy Bro, the rest were all company commanders, platoon leaders, squad leaders, and veteran cadres...

Each of them carried a large knife on their back, had grenades hanging from their waists, and bullet pouches wrapped around their chests.

From a distance, they look like a group of walking arsenals.

"Everyone, stand in line!"

The company commander of the elite detachment was shirtless, holding a large, dark, rough pottery bowl in his hand.

Beside him lay a wine jar half the height of a person, the atmosphere extremely tense.

In the live stream, millions of viewers held their breath.

"Is this a farewell drink?"

"I'm moved to tears. Is this the final ritual?"

"At a time like this, being able to drink is worth dying for!"

Kuang Ge stood in the line, looking at the wine jar, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Honestly, after running for two days and two nights, my mouth was filled with the bitter taste of chewing raw rice and the metallic taste of blood. If I could have a shot of strong liquor to burn my throat right now, even if I died in a moment, it would be incredibly satisfying.

"Pour the wine!"

The company commander gave the order.

Two logistics soldiers carried jars and filled the broken bowls in everyone's hands.

turbid.

Yellowish.

You can even see a few grains of fine sand floating inside.

Kuang Ge, holding his bowl, glanced down at it, and his face twitched.

Is this even alcohol?

This is muddy water that was just scooped up from the river!

"Company Commander, that's not fair of you!" Kuang Ge couldn't help but shout.

"We're all going to risk our lives, and they're feeding us like we're drinking the Yellow River water? If we don't have Moutai, at least have some strong liquor to warm us up! Or even Erguotou would be fine!"

Crazy Bro held his bowl with a smug look on his face, and the veterans next to him, who had been keeping a straight face, couldn't help but twitch their lips.

The company commander glared at him, almost dropping the large bowl in his hand.

"Where did this wine come from?!"

"Want some drinks? Once we cross the bridge and reach Luding City, I'll treat you to a good drink!"

The company commander pointed to the roaring Dadu River at his feet.

"This is freshly boiled water from the Dadu River, supplied by logistics!"

"No poison, plenty available!"

At this moment, the company commander's expression suddenly became solemn.

He picked up the broken bowl with both hands and glanced at the twenty-one faces in front of him.

Among them were his old brothers who had been with him for three years, as well as "troublemakers" like Brother Kuang who had just joined.

But after today, most of them will probably remain in this river.

Comrades.

The company commander's voice drowned out the roar of the river.

"Save the wine for the victory celebration."

"But this bowl of water is the Dadu River beneath our feet."

"Drink this bowl of water, and you'll become the dragon of this river!"

"We can stir up a storm, not drown in this river!"

"Our Red Legion soldiers are willing to risk their lives, so why would we be afraid to drink this muddy soup?!"

After the company commander finished speaking, he tilted his head back.

"Glug! Glug!"

He gulped down the bowl of muddy, warm water in one go.

"Snapped!"

The company commander loosened his grip, and the rough pottery bowl crashed onto the gravel beach at his feet, shattering into pieces.

"Dry!"

A roar.

Seeing the company commander's bold actions, Kuang Ge stopped joking.

He picked up the bowl and looked at the murky water, as if he could see the countless comrades who had fallen along the way.

"Dry!"

Following the company commander's example, Kuang Ge tilted his head back and downed the whole thing in one gulp.

The water was a bit hot, had an earthy smell, and was a little harsh on the throat.

"Pooh!"

Kuang Ge wiped the mud off his mouth and smashed the bowl on the ground.

"This water tastes a bit sweet, like the broth from the duck blood and vermicelli soup place near my house!"

Kuang Ge grinned, revealing a set of big white teeth, and his reckless attitude returned.

"The duck is still waiting for me across the street! I've already drunk the soup, how could the meat run away?"

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

One cracking sound after another rang out.

All twenty-two broken bowls were reduced to shards on the ground.

The shards of porcelain gleamed coldly in the sunlight, flashing with a chilling light.

"Line up!" The company commander drew his broadsword from his back, the tip pointing to the ground.

"Line them up in the order they came from here!"

Upon hearing this, Kuang Ge's eyes lit up.

You ran all the way here? Well, our elite squad is number one!

Without saying a word, he grabbed his submachine gun and headed for the first position.

"Make way! Make way!" Crazy Bro was incredibly eager. "I'm the sharpest weapon, I'll go first!"

"That bastard owes me ducks, I'm the first one to go collect!"

Just as Crazy Brother took half a step, a large hand grabbed him by the back of the neck and collar.

"Hey hey hey? Let go! Who is it?!"

When Kuang Ge turned around, he met the company commander's fiery eyes.

"Where are you going to crawl?"

The company commander grabbed Crazy Brother and threw him to the very back of the column.

"You're number 22!"

Crazy Brother was stunned.

He staggered a couple of steps before regaining his balance, his face full of resentment.

"Company commander! This isn't fair!"

Crazy Brother thumped his chest loudly, causing the grenades all over him to sway wildly.

"I'm strong, I can run fast!"

"Look at my physique! After that nap, I could take on ten men right now!"

The company commander ignored Kuang Ge's explanation, strode over, grabbed two spare broadswords from the back of a soldier next to him, and stabbed them into the straps on Kuang Ge's back without saying a word.

Including the one that Kuang Ge had on his back, he now had four large swords stuck in his back, making him look like a martial arts performer in a traditional opera.

"We're having you cover our retreat because we're afraid your loud voice will scare the enemy away!"

As the company commander adjusted the straps of the suspenders for the madman, he cursed and swore, but his movements were both rough and meticulous, fastening each button tightly.

"Look who's in front of you!"

The company commander grabbed Kuang Ge's shoulder and made him look ahead.

Crazy Brother was stunned.

The one standing first was the company commander himself.

The second one standing was the second platoon leader.

The third one standing is the squad leader of the third squad.

……

The twenty-one people ahead of Brother Kuang were all cadres and veterans.

Their backs were not broad; in fact, they appeared somewhat hunched and thin due to prolonged hunger and marching.

But at this moment, they were like walls, blocking Madman's way.

"I need you to cover my rear, not to let you shirk your responsibilities." The company commander's voice suddenly lowered.

"The knife and grenades you're carrying are for the people ahead of you."

"If anyone's knife breaks, you pass it to them!"

"If anyone in front runs out of grenades, throw it to them!"

"If anyone falls in front of you," the company commander paused, then patted Kuang Ge heavily on the shoulder, "you'll keep going over our corpses!"

"We'll pave the way for you, you just have to bring the fire to the other side!"

"Do you understand?!"

Crazy Bro opened his mouth, wanting to say something witty to ease the damn atmosphere.

But the witty remark that was on the tip of his tongue turned into a trembling "I understand."

In the live stream chat, the comments section was filled with emotion.

"Damn! Is this the Red Legion? All the officers are dead, now the soldiers are on their way?"

"This is the first time I've seen a game put the player at the very back as a 'backup battery,' but it's even more off-putting to me than making the player the hero!"

"Walking over corpses... those five words are too heavy. This time, Brother Kuang is truly carrying the hopes of the entire group."

Kuang Ge looked at the determined backs of the people in front of him.

The company commander had an old scar on his back, and the second platoon leader's trousers were missing a section, revealing sores all over his exposed ankles.

The third squad leader was only seventeen years old, even younger than him, and was secretly wiping his nose with his sleeve...

Kuang Ge sniffed, forcibly suppressing the sour feeling.

He silently tightened the straps behind his back, feeling the weight of the four broadswords and twelve grenades pressing down on his spine.

It's really heavy.

This "Red Expedition" always makes him carry very, very heavy things on his back.

"Ready!"

The company commander walked back to the front of the column, raised his broadsword and swung it forward, pointing it at the Luding Bridge, which was swaying violently in the wind and had only bare iron chains.

"Comrades! Follow me!"

"On Bridge!!!"