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

"Drip drip drip—!!!"

As the assault team prepared to cross the bridge, dozens of bugles sounded powerfully.

The dozens of buglers gathered together in the troupe blew their cheeks with all their might, and their bugle calls even drowned out the roaring sound of the Dadu River as thousands of horses galloped.

On the high ground of the bridgehead on the west bank, the old squad leader suddenly swung his knife downwards, the tip pointing directly at the gatehouse on the opposite bank that was billowing black smoke.

"beat!"

This roar made the audience on Earth widen their eyes instantly.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

On the Vanguard side, a roar that far exceeded the expectations of the Blue Star audience erupted.

The four mortars fired simultaneously, destroying the enemy bunker in the first instance.

The old squad leader stood on the earthen slope, waving his left hand wildly to give instructions.

"Machine gun company! Don't hold back your bullets! Push that bastard peeking out back down!"

"Anyone who dares to raise their head, I'll twist their head off!"

"Da da da da da—!"

Countless tongues of fire spewed out from behind all the bunkers on the west bank at the same time.

The vanguard regiment's light and heavy machine guns sprayed bullets like water, sending sparks and gravel flying across the fortifications on the opposite bank.

The enemy forces on the opposite bank were completely stunned.

The enemy officer who had been shouting "kowtow and call me grandpa" had just poked his head out of the sandbag when a bullet grazed his scalp, startling him so much that he cried out "Mommy!" and shrank back, his hat being knocked off.

"These...these are those beggars?"

"Where did such intense firepower come from?!"

Enemy officers roared from behind their bunkers.

"Fight back! Fight back, you bastards!"

But no sooner had he finished shouting than a bullet pierced through the gap in the sandbag and "thudded" into the throat of the messenger next to him.

"Two o'clock, Commander."

Hawkeye lay prone in the pile of rubble beside the old sergeant, his cheek pressed against the cold butt of the rifle.

He pulled the bolt, ejected a hot cartridge case, and chambered another round.

In his view, if anyone on the other side dared to wave their hand and give orders, even if they only showed half their head, they would be met with a deadly bullet!

In this battle, the enemy forces were completely suppressed by the vanguard regiment!

The vanguard regiment commander stood at the church entrance, holding binoculars, his eyes red-rimmed, and roared through gritted teeth.

"I'm done with this! I'll wipe out my entire fortune! Anyone who's stingy with bullets, I'll kill them!"

"If the commando team can avoid taking even one less shot, this battle will be worth it even if we run out of ammunition!"

The live stream chat exploded with comments as people realized what was happening.

"Holy crap! This firepower?! Is this the Crimson Legion?!"

"The vanguard regiment has so many light and heavy machine guns? Judging from the sound, there must be over a hundred! We didn't even fight a battle with this many machine guns when we crossed the Dadu River!"

"This is so exciting! It turns out the Red Legion was so poor because they wanted to save the best for this moment!"

Under the cover of this overwhelming firepower.

"superior!"

With a roar, the company commander of the elite sniper unit, shirtless, was the first to charge onto the iron chain.

Behind him, twenty-one assault team members, carrying broadswords and grenades, stepped onto the thirteen violently swaying iron chains without hesitation, like twenty-one tigers descending the mountain.

The so-called "flying capture" means that in this storm of steel, on those slippery and cold iron chains, one must use one's flesh and blood to rush through!

Below the commando team's bridge was the roaring Dadu River, its waters crashing against the rocks and creating waves several meters high.

There were no planks on the bridge, only thirteen iron chains as thick as a wrist, which swayed violently from side to side and rose and fell up and down in the wind and the vibrations of the artillery fire.

Kuang Ge is ranked twenty-second.

When his feet actually stepped onto that slippery iron chain and his hands gripped the handrails tightly, fear welled up inside him.

This was unlike any "high-wire walking" he had ever played in VR games.

This is not a steady steel wire, but a giant python dancing wildly in a strong wind.

The iron chains were covered in rust from years of wear, and were also wet with rainwater and the sweat of the comrades who had rubbed against them, making them incredibly slippery.

The most dangerous thing is the heavy burden.

With four large swords on his back, twelve hand grenades hanging from his arm, and a submachine gun, he looked like a clumsy bear.

I had only climbed a couple of steps when a gust of wind blew in, and then the company commander in front of me suddenly swayed.

Holy crap!

Crazy Brother slipped and instantly lost his balance.

The heavy backpack lurched him sharply to the left, and his body flipped out of the chain's reach, with only his hands still gripping the handrail chain tightly.

Kuang Ge was hung in the air above the 100-meter-wide Dadu River, just like a piece of cured meat.

"ah--!!"

Brother Kuang was so frightened that he let out a scream, a scream even more mournful than the bugle call.

"Are you trying to call back the soul?!"

A furious curse came from ahead.

The twenty-first veteran turned around, his face covered in soot, and roared at Kuang Ge.

"Cross your legs up! Use your waist strength!"

Still shaken, Kuang Ge gritted his teeth, strained his waist and abdomen, and kicked wildly at the bottom chain with his legs.

Finally, his left foot hooked onto the chain.

Using this momentum, Kuang Ge managed to swing himself back up and get back on the iron chain.

He lay sprawled on the cold iron chain, panting heavily, unlike the platoon leader of the sharp knife company in front of him, who was more agile than a monkey.

The company commander gripped the iron chain with both hands alternately, his body rising and falling rhythmically with the swaying of the chain.

Bullets struck the iron chains beside the company commander, sending sparks flying, but he seemed oblivious, his eyes fixed only on the blazing machine gun emplacement on the opposite bank.

"Quick! Keep up!"

The company commander's shout was broken into fragments by the wind.

Kuang Ge dared not look down any further, and could only stare intently at the heels of his comrades in front of him as he slowly infiltrated forward on the cold steel.

Behind Kuang Ge and his men were the soldiers of the Third Company, each carrying a thick wooden board under their arm.

It was clear that they were fighting a war while building a bridge.

"Da da da!"

Although the other side was suppressed, it still held the advantage of terrain, and stray bullets still occasionally slipped through the fire net.

As Kuang Ge was struggling to move, he suddenly heard a muffled groan behind him.

He subconsciously glanced back.

Not far from him, a young soldier, probably only eighteen or nineteen years old, had just wedged a wooden plank between two iron chains when a stray bullet struck him in the chest.

The young soldier's body suddenly went limp, and he fell backward.

But in his final moments, he didn't try to cover his wounds. Instead, he reached out and grabbed the loosely tied plank, using his weight to press it against the iron chain.

"Company commander... the planks... have been laid out..."

Blood and foam welled up in the young soldier's mouth, his eyes were unfocused, but his hands seemed to be welded to the wooden board.

His body hung precariously outside the iron chains, swaying in the wind as the bridge swayed, but the plank beneath him remained firmly in place, unmoved.

The comrades who followed, with red eyes and tears in their eyes, stepped over his body and quickly secured the plank with rope.

that moment.

Madman felt a surge of anger, and the fear he had felt earlier was completely burned away by this fire.

Fuck your mother!

Kuang Ge turned his head away, no longer looking at the young soldier who had sacrificed his life.

His eyes reflected the machine gun emplacements spitting fire on the opposite bank, and his eyes burned with a deep red.

Kuang Ge tightened the straps on his back, making the four large swords and twelve grenades more secure on his back.

"Brothers, pave the way for me."

"If I don't go over there and chop those bastards to pieces, I don't deserve to be a commando!"

Kuang Ge roared on the iron chain, his voice hoarse and wild.

"Company commander! Wait for me!"